Date: Sat, 2 Jun 2001 22:05:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mighty Aphrodite <nsaphrodite@yahoo.com>
Subject: Small Sacrifices VI

Small Sacrifices

Disclaimer: Completely fictitious.

Rating: NC-17 for content, including violence.

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Author's Notes:

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aware that this story will contain violence.  Also, if you enjoy angst
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Small Sacrifices VI


There it was.  The empty warehouse on Waterloo Lane.  There was no
mistake. He had been driving in circles around this building for the past
ten minutes, contemplating whether or not he should enter it.  Once in,
there was no turning back.  He stared grimly at the run-down warehouse.  A
few broken windows here and there.  A dirty yellow light emitting from the
building.  He could feel Justin's heart beating within.  He could hear his
cries.  He could sense his presence.  He was inside.  A single bullet
shattered yet another window and JC knew he didn't have much time.  JC
anxiously got out of his car, almost tripping over himself, as he dashed
across the street. He knocked furiously for several seconds before the
double metal doors finally swung open.

His eyes widened as the first sight that crossed his vision was that of his
lover hanging from the ceiling.  Justin's beautiful face stained with dried
tears.  His hair, a disheveled mess.  His clothes dirtied.  But at least,
he was still alive.

"Josh! Just leave now!" Justin cried out loud.  "Don't come near here. It's
a trap."

JC, as if he hadn't heard a single word Justin had yelled out, took a step
further into the dark warehouse filled with uncertainties.

"So, he is your fuck toy after all." Jake emerged from the darkness of the
warehouse.

"We are the best of friends.  And I love my best friend very much.  I don't
want to see him harm." JC responded.

"Then, you wouldn't mind if me and my boys sample your best friend here."
Jake smiled devilishly.

Jake laughed as he signaled his men to lower Justin to the ground.  Once
his two feet touched the ground, Justin scrambled toward JC only to be
pulled back roughly by Jake.  He held the boy, tightly encircling his arms
around him.  His hand strategically placed on Justin's delicate neck in a
threatening manner.

"You haven't touched him, have you?" JC demanded to know.  He had to know.
Not that it mattered.  What mattered most was that Justin was still alive.
Still, he had to know.

"You mean like this?" With his hand still holding onto his neck, Jake let
his free hand roamed along Justin's lengthy body to grab him through the
thick fabric of his pants.  Justin screamed as Jake aggressively groped
him.  "Tell him.  Tell your boyfriend.  Did I touch you like this?" Again,
Jake applied even greater force on him.  "Tell him."

"No.  No!" Justin yelled out as Jake squeezed him one last time before
releasing him.

"You have your answer.  Your fuck toy is still yours only.  Now, give me
the money." Jake demanded.

"Let Justin go first." JC strengthened his grip on the briefcase.  "I will
give you the money once you let Justin go."

Jake grinned as he tightened his grip on Justin's neck.  "Do you think I'm
that stupid?!  We exchange at the same time. You take one step forward and
I'll take a step forward.  Once we meet in the middle you get the boy and I
get the money."

"Fair enough." JC said, taking a step forward.

His hand clutched tightly to the briefcase as he was painfully aware that
his life as well as Justin's life would only be safe so long as he had the
money. The money was the only thing keeping them alive.  His eyes focused
on the dark orbs that stared right into his baby blues.  They each took
steps forward until they were mere inches apart.  Jake squeezed Justin's
arm, signaling JC for the exchange.  His hands still holding onto the
briefcase for security, JC's eyes met Justin's tearful eyes.  One look into
those deep pools of blue and JC knew what he had to do next.  JC threw the
briefcase at Jake as he pulled Justin away.  He examined his boyfriend
briefly before pushing him behind the security of his back.

"You have your money.  Let us go." JC said.

Jake gave no verbal response. His eyes transfixed on the amount of money
inside the briefcase.  He pulled out of his cellular phone, making another
encouraging phone call to his boss for the night.

"We got the money." Jake relayed the information to his boss.

"And..."

"They're still here." Jake informed the man on the other line that both JC
and Justin were still held at the warehouse.

As he carried on his discussion with his boss, his men had all gathered
around him.  They, too, were at awe for they had never seen this much money
all at once.  JC tautened his grip on Justin's wrist. Seeing that the
moment gave way to an opportunity of escape, he began to lead Justin away
when a fire was shot. The bullet snuck between the two lovers as they were
leaving, barely missing Justin.  The men suddenly surrounded them once more
as JC shielded Justin away from the men who were aggressively reaching for
them to pry them apart from one another.

"Who said you could leave?" Jake pointed the gun at JC.

"You lied!" JC shouted at Jake.  "You have your money and now you won't let
us go."

"I said $1,000,000. There's only $975,000 here." Jake responded.  "I've
been doing this for years now.  I know when someone is trying to rip me
off."

"That's shit!" JC challenged.  "There's at least a million in that
suitcase."

Jake laughed with amusement at how persistent JC had been regarding the
amount of money. Did he not know that the amount of money did not matter?
He controlled the situation.  He controlled their destiny.  His eyes locked
in with JC's gaze as if taunting him to leave with the boy.  His hand snuck
into the suitcase, retrieving two stacks of hundred dollar bills.  He threw
the money up in the air and fired two shots, piercing through the bound
money.

"Not anymore.  Like I said, there's only $975,000 here.  Take the boy."
Jake commanded his troupe.  His eyes never left JC's deadening stares
amidst the raining green sheets.

"No. No." Justin shook his head, burying his head on JC's shoulder, as arms
reached to grab him from different directions.  "Let go of me!"

"Take him." Jake gave the order one last time.

His men all converged on the two lovers at once, pulling Justin away.  JC
held onto Justin's hand, not ever wanting to let go of him.  But the force
pulling them apart was too great and soon his fingers slipped past Justin's
and Justin was pushed back into Jake's arms.  Even with Jake's constricting
hold on him, Justin struggled against him.  Jake backhanded him once before
tilting his head backward.  He applied a crushing force on his neck as he
deposited white powder into Justin's mouth.  Justin instinctively closed
him mouth shut to prevent swallowing the chemical powder, but his
retaliation was heeded when Jake slammed his fist in his abdomen.  Justin
swallowed all that fell into his mouth.  He tried to spit out the chemical,
but it was too late.  His body was quickly absorbing the chemical.  Justin
stumbled backward into Jake's arms.  He wrapped his arms around the boy,
whose droopy eyelids soon fell, casting a world of darkness before him as
unconsciousness took precedence over his body.  Jake gently picked up the
boy and carried his limped body toward JC.  He placed Justin's lifeless
body at JC's feet.  He hovered over the boy and quickly wiped away the
tears on his face before stepping aside for JC to grieve over his lover.

"Justin." JC collapsed beside him.  He took his hand in his and felt the
icy cold fingertips.  He kissed them softly and rubbed them against the
side of his face.  "Why? Why?"

"Because he's yours." Jake answered, simply.  He kneeled down before the
two lovers.  "He's so beautiful."  Jake murmured, feeling Justin's baby
soft skin underneath his fingertips.  "It's a shame that he had to be
sacrificed before we could fuck him."

"Stay away from him." JC sent Jake stumbling backward.

One of the men stepped into the scene to help Jake to his feet.  Another
entered seconds later with a goblet in his hand.  He approached Jake,
handing him the goblet.  Jake took the goblet and returned to attend the
grieving JC.

"You don't have to part." Jake handed JC the goblet. "You can still be with
him."

JC stared grimly into the milky contents of the goblet.  He could hear the
chemical breating inside, forcing bubbles to burst open.  He scooped up
Justin's body in his arms, pulling his body closed to his chest so that
their hearts could beat as one.  From the faint sound of his heart beating,
JC knew that Justin was still alive.  The breath on his neck indicated that
he was still breathing.  JC knew what he had to do next.  To save himself
and to save Justin.  He returned Justin's limped body back to the filthy
matted floor of the warehouse. He took the goblet and raised it in the air.
Tilting his head, he poured the milky liquid into his mouth, careful not to
swallow the poison that would have taken him away from Justin for good.
His eyes closed shut and he fell forward, draping his body over Justin's
unconscious form.


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