Pairing: Pete/Patrick, Patrick/OFC
Rating: NC-17 (to be safe)
Summary: The morning after...
Disclaimer: Not true, don't own, don't sue
Author Notes: This chapter is a bit longer than the other two, I've been getting some positive comments so hopefully this chapter will be enjoyed :)
Warnings: Dark themes, sexual references
Chapter One > http://community.livejournal.com/slashy
Chapter Two > http://community.livejournal.com/slashy
Author's Note: This is as far as I've written in the story so far, now that I'm back at school there may be a longer delay between chapters but I'll do my best! Enjoy.
Jade emerges from the bunks the next morning and limps slightly to the kitchen where Andy and Patrick are having breakfast, Joe still asleep on the couch. She winces at the light coming in the kitchen window, looking decidedly worse for wear and Andy hands her the bottle of aspirin that had been sitting on the table without a word. With a grateful smile she drowns two pills with a mouthful of coffee.
Patrick recognizes the hoodie that Jade is wearing as his own that he hasn’t seen for weeks as she moves to sit down at the table but winces and sharply, going to lean against the sink instead. Andy and Patrick exchange a look over the table.
Patrick hesitates before breaking the tense silence, “Um, Jade, are you okay?”
She looks at the ground and is silent for a moment before asking softly, “Does he always do this?”
Patrick and Andy exchange another look before Patrick replies, “Not to…all of his discoveries…”
“I might go see if I can wake up Joe” Andy excuses himself, leaving the kitchen. He’s never been subject to Pete Wentz’s idea of closing a deal.
Jade pushes up the sleeves of the hoodie, her wrists are bruised purple, “He’s clever. I was drunk and I know I didn’t protest and so does he, so I can’t say that I did.”
She looks up at Patrick, “He did it to you too, didn’t he?”
Patrick nods, feeling a little embarrassed to be revealing this to someone he doesn’t really know, “But…I was in love with him.”
“How can you stay with him like this?” Jade asks, shocked.
Patrick shrugs helplessly, “I’m his.”
“Don’t you ever hate him for what he’s done? Don’t you want revenge?” Jade demands.
Patrick falters, his secret fantasies exposed, “I…I do, sometimes.”
“There has to be a way to get revenge” Jade muses.
“I don’t know…”
“If I found a way to make him pay, would you do it?” Jade asks, her eyes suddenly intense on Patrick’s face. He pauses to think, Pete has bought him fame but he never really asked for all that, and he has hurt him, time and time again.
“Yes, I would.”
Jade smiles grimly, “We’ll find a way.”
“What way?” Pete questions, suddenly right in the kitchen doorway, his face dark with emotion.
Jade freezes but Patrick knows Pete plenty well enough to know what will through him of the scent.
“Oh just music stuff, chord progressions-“
“Okay” Pete is buying Patrick’s explanation before he’s even finished his sentence, bored by the science of music.
Pete turns his attention to Jade, who seems to have shrunk, grabbing her wrist, “Feeling the effects of last night, honey?”
She hisses in pain as Pete presses on the bruises that he inflicted and tries to pull away. Pete just tightens his grip and Jade whimpers with the pain. A hungry looks overtakes Pete’s features as soon as the noise escapes her lips.
“I’m not yours, Pete” Jade says through gritted teeth, making herself look him in the eye.
Pete just laughs and lets her go, “Yes, you are.”
Jade leaves the kitchen without a backward glance and Pete saunters casually over to the sink, picking up her abandoned coffee mug.
“You don’t have to be so rough, Pete” Patrick says, forcing conviction into his voice. Pete swallows his mouthful of reclaimed coffee and looks at Patrick, smiling wolfishly, “Oh, but I do. This one isn’t in love with me. Not like you.”
Pete steps forward and rests his hands, palms down, on the table across from Patrick, leaning towards him. Patrick tries to look away from the hypnotizing dark eyes but he can’t, his mind wanders right to where Pete is leading it.
Patrick, his back pressed up against the wall, Pete holding him there, his hand in Patrick’s jeans.
“You’re mine, Patrick” Pete’s hot breath ghosts over his ear, his neck.
Patrick nods breathlessly.
Back in the tour bus kitchen Pete smiles, knowing he’s inspired the exact reaction that he wanted in Patrick.
“Don’t forget it, Patrick” he says and walks away.