bloodied
[jack.julian.trystan] [following 'best served cold.']
Returning from a rendezvous, Julian walked into his cell, thoughtlessly approaching the bottom bunk. He was exhausted, and didn't notice that the bed was occupied until it was almost too late to avoid falling into the mess. He looked at Jack, affronted. "What?"
With his back pressed into the wall and legs crossed over the bloodied sheets, his cellmate gave him a look that was much more smug in nature. His blond hair seemed a bit less disheveled than usual, as though he'd just run his fingers through it. Several of the strands were tinted a reddish hue.
"What?" Jack parroted, sarcastic. The slashes on his cheek had, for the moment, stopped bleeding.
Julian didn't try to hide the fact that the scene disturbed him."...is he okay?"
"It's that time of the month. Blood came out the wrong end, sadly, so he's just gushing blood out of his nose. He should be fine."
"Jack, you are so fucking stupid. You are a moron. I don't even know how you managed to pull off the crime that got you here." A hand on his forehead, a headache at his temple.
And still the smaller boy smiled, as if the meaning of those derogatory words went through one ear and out the other. He didn't seem remorseful or insulted. "Anything else?"
"No. Nothing." Julian answered. He turned for the cell door, hoping he could avoid the mess a little longer. "...You are so stupid."
But it wasn't going to be that easy. Sheets ruffled as the victim of this verbal abuse slid toward the end of the mattress. "I don't get you, man. You're so damn soft, especially on a skeleton." Jack dropped his feet to the floor, but didn't stand.
"Do you really care that much, or is it your own ass that you're worried about?"
A glance back, as Julian caught himself on the cell's bars."I just don't get what everyone here finds so gratifying about violence..."
His blond companion didn't bat an eyelash. "It's like sex, only with more blood and broken bones." And then he nibbled on his lower lip thoughtfully. "But it's not always consensual, so I guess it's more like rape."
A look of slight disgust."I have sex in a desperate attempt to feel close to people. So blood and broken bones would be a bit counterintuitive, in my case. Sorry."
It was then that the whore began to awaken, brows furrowing ever so slightly as a soft moan elicited from the broken body.
"Figures." Jack directed a look over at the corpse-like figure next to him on the bed, roaming his gaze over that crumpled form like it was nothing but scenery. "The more you know, right?" He laughed, mostly to himself.
Julian observed the scene. "...How can two people I've slept with be so worthless? I'm almost regretting it."
Trystan stirred, eyes opening slightly. His nose was still bleeding slightly, and his incoherence was disturbingly overwhelming, nearly to the point of sickness.
There was no insertion of wit, or any catty remark -- just another moan, and a turn against a bloodied bedset so that blood would no longer be dripping directly into the back of his throat.
Nodding his head toward the little whore, Jack glanced once again at his roommate. "See? He's alive."
"Ugh." Julian just wrinkled his nose, and walked out.
And speaking of noses, the remaining cellmate bent down to assess the damage up close -- but not close enough for Trystan to lash out if he was coherent enough. He blew on the kid's face to sweep that hair out of his eyes.
The slighter blonde flinched, feeling as though he would vomit. He brought a shaking hand to his nose in a vain attempt to brush away some of the new blood slowly dripping to his face.
"Who was just here..?"
Interesting choice of words. "Just some guy named Julian. You know 'im?"
"Very funny..." His voice was off, his head still bowed. Through some string of incoherencies he thought he could see the damage done to Jack's bed, but wasn't sure.
"You look awful, by the way. Did someone hit you?" Jack decided, for boredom's sake, that he would push some more hair out of the waif's face, this time with a daring hand.
Trystan slapped the jackoff's hand away, pushing himself up to sitting rather shakily.
"Of course, baby... and it was so hot~" A smirk, grotesque and groggy, through blood inside and out of that wretched mouth.
The older blond, however, remained where he was, rejected hand suspended in the air. "Too bad you had to pass out so soon. After you did, I thought maybe it would've been better if you stayed, since I didn't really feel finished. But I've never found much use in beating up corpses."
"And what else did you have planned, sweetie?" That cheek had already started to bruise, as well as the shattered nose that had gotten blood everywhere.
The whore couldn't really see, but fought past the black and disorientation, swaying slightly and staring at the damage he'd done to Jack's face.
The scratches were right there, exactly where he etched them into that pale cheek. "I'm not sure," admitted the much less bloodied inmate. "Julian walked in before I could think of something." A lie, but it wasn't important.
"Why did he leave?" It could have sounded desperate, but was masqued perfectly with indifference.
"Because the door's open," came that smartass remark, framed by a smile.
"You're so charming, my love. Did anyone ever tell you~?" A catty grin, and another delicate touch to the tender, broken nose.
Something on Jack's face tickled like an itch, and when he scratched at it without much thought, he accidentally caught a nail on one of the gashes. Blood started to bead along the cut. "You might be the first person to tell me that," he confessed with some sincerity.
An arch of a pretty little eyebrow.
"I'm shocked."
"It's weird, isn't it? Some people are just immune to my innate charm."
"Fucking astounding." The whore rolled his eyes, head bowing to inspect those sheets under him.
Jack's eyes followed. "Who knew skeletons could bleed."
"Well, you learn something every day. Though I'm not quite there yet, unfortunately." It would have seemed as though Jack had beaten the incoherencies out of Trystan, but the nonsensicals were still somewhat there.
"Unfortunately," repeated the other boy, who just tucked some hair behind an ear. "Yeah."
The blonde brought a bloodied hand to wrap around Jack's shoulder, and immediately that shallow weight was placed on the anchor.
"So, you said you had something planned for me~?" Because if not, there was hardly a use in being there...
Before it seemed like Jack wasn't going to bother coming up with an honest response to that, he dipped all the way forward, hand creeping up Trystan's thigh as he lapped traces of blood away from the whore's bottom lip with one sweep of his tongue. He tasted the coppery tang at the back of his throat. "Maybe later. But for now, you can get the fuck out."
The whore pulled away, bloodied and broken and barely able to keep composure.
Every bar in the direction of his cell was a lifeline, and as the whore stumbled from the cell wordlessly, he left a pretty little trail in his wake, fodder for all the maggots to follow.