The Possessor

So I thought I’d get around to addressing the fact that some of you lovely, lovely people have left me REVIEWS. I would like to say thank you to all of you, I love getting reviews. I’d also like to address the numerous typos and confusions in this story. This is sort of a ‘meh’ story for me... Not to say I don’t like the story, I love these characters and all. This is what I write while I’m pondering my more serious story, which I’ve started posting here. This is just one of those things I write to write, if you catch my meaning. Besides that, I don’t have anyone checking my work before I post it, so…

…I apologize for any confusion, and since people are actually enjoying this story, I’ll put a little more effort into it for you guys, okay? =) Thanks again, keep reading and reviewing, and I’ll keep writing and posting! =)

Also, sorry for the quick updating, and then STOP today… it was GAMING day here, and we sat around playing Mario Kart and Tekken all day… so yea, I was busy.
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Jake

“You got suspended?!” My voice cracks, rather embarrassing, but right now I’m too angry to care. Dominic is half sprawled on my bed, glowering, and Fox is sitting at my desk, picking at his nails with a tooth pick. “I cannot fucking believe you got into a fist fight over Quinn fucking Winters!”

“Would you stop yelling?” Fox asks me, sounding annoyed. “Christ, you’re acting like he punched your mom. He whacked Alan Bartling one, which he totally fucking deserved. Far as I’m concerned, he did the right thing.”

Dominic shoots Fox a quick grin, and I notice Fox delivers a wink right back. I want to smack both of them. Why don’t either of them care? I turn, ready to tear Fox a new one, and watch him tuck a cigarette between his lip. “If you light that fucking thing in here-”

“Yea, yea.” he waves his hand at me dismissively and gets up. He opens the window and sits on the sill, lighting his cigarette and blowing the smoke outside. “Listen, Jake, I think you’re freaking out over nothing. I’ve been suspended plenty of times.”

“You’re a trouble maker.” I point out, and fox shrugs, grinning slightly. “Besides, Dominic got suspended over a guy who’s made his life a living hell for years. A hypocritical little jerk who thinks he’s better than everyone else, when it turns out he’s exactly the same thing as the kid he’s helped beat up multiple times.” I turn and glare at Dominic. “Why the fuck are you sticking up for him all of a sudden?”

He sighs, glancing at Fox before sitting up and looking directly at me. “My Possessor promised to back off on the whole mating thing until I’m ready if I did.” he says, and I shut my mouth with a snap. “Quinn fucked up bad with his Possessor, and he either fixes it or they could both die. There’s a lot of shit that doesn’t really make sense to people who aren’t hosts, so I can’t really-”

I scoff at him, folding my arms over my chest. “I told you, I wanted to know everything about-”

“-and I’ll tell you.” he cuts in. “But it’s complicated. I’m helping Quinn to help us, Jake. This takes off the pressure, don’t you get that? I won’t have to worry about my Possessor taking over and conning you into screwing me before I’m ready to take that step with you, and you can stop questioning whether or not I’m with you just to get myself metaphorically knocked up.”

Foxy bursts out laughing at this, and I have the overwhelming urge to shove him out the window. “All right.” Fox says, flicking his cigarette out and standing up. “That’s my cue to leave.” he walks past, ruffling my hair, and I slap his hand away. “Dominic, my man, do whatever to Jake that I’d do to any willing chick while I’m gone.” Dominic chuckles and tips him a salute, and I glare daggers at Foxy’s retreating back. Neither Dominic nor myself move until we hear his car pull out of the driveway.

I feel Dominic’s arms slide around my waist from behind and pull me back against him, and he presses a soft kiss to the back of my neck. “Don’t be upset with me.” he says gently. “I need you to be understanding of this.”

I turn in the circle of his arms and look at him carefully. “You keep saying that, and yet you explain nothing to me.” I fold my arms over my chest and step back. “I don’t get why you think I’m just going to smile and agree to everything you say.”

“Because I’m hot.” he jokes, and I half smile despite myself. He takes one of my hands, pulling my arm away from my chest, and then tugs me onto the bed. “Quinn is the only other host I’ve met anywhere near my age.” he tells me. “And he’s screwed up about. I mean, really screwed up. He hasn’t had his Possessor long, and between whatever the hell Alan and Mark did to his head, and then Vic blackmailing him, he’s confused and scared. Besides, like I said, my Possessor said-”

“Yea, about that.” I cut in, and he stops, raising an eyebrow. “Why the hell do you think you striking some deal with your Possessor to keep us from having sex would make me happy?”

He sighs and shakes his head. “I didn’t make a deal to keep us from having sex. I made the deal so that it’s not a priority.”

“It’s a priority to me.” I tell him seriously, and he grins at this. “Stop it, I’m serious. I was the one who wanted to just get it out of the way. Now you’re dragging it out.”

He rubs his forehead. “Did it maybe occur to you that I might not be ready for that yet?”

“I thought you said-”

“Not the sex. The mating part. I don’t know what’s going to happen. It might be the reason I started to notice you, but it’s not the reason I want to pursue you. What if we do this mating thing and then things change? I like the way I feel right now.”

“Oh yea.” I nod wisely. “Complete sexual overhaul and a fist fight. That’s a great fucking-”

“Goddamnit, Jake.” he snarls at me, and I shut up quickly. “I really don’t get you. You claim you’ve been hard up for me since we were in middle school, and now I’m doing everything I can think of to show you I want you, really want you, and you’re finding ways to poke holes in everything. What the hell is your problem? Why can’t you trust me?”

“Who said I didn’t trust you? Don’t assume things about me just because you’re feeling guilty about-”

“-I don’t have anything to feel guilty for.” he cuts in. “You’re being ridiculous.”

I get up off the bed, but before I can fully stand, he grabs me by the hips and yanks me backwards. I lose all balance and go sprawling on my side, and before I can recover, he slides on top of me, rolling me onto my stomach and straddling my ass.

“Get off.” I snap at him, trying to buck him off, but he puts pressure on the space between my shoulder blades and sends me face first into my mattress. I reach blindly behind me, flailing my arms, and he catches my hands, pulling them both to the small of my back and pinning them there. He’s shaking, and after a moment, I realize he’s laughing. “It’s not funny, get off!”

He leans down and bites the back of my neck playfully. “Tell me you aren’t angry.” he says against the hair at the nape of my neck. “Promise we’re done fighting.”

“Of course I’m angry, you’re pinning me to my bed!” I snap at him.

“You told me you liked it when I pinned you to mine.” he says teasingly, and moves his head to runs his tongue along the shell of my ear. “So what? We have to be in my bed for me to get a little rough with you?”

“Oh shut up and let go of me.” I mutter, and he hums softly before placing a nipping kiss to the back of my neck again. “Dominic, come on, I-” he presses his hips down, gently thrusting his rather sudden erection against the crack of my ass, and it startles a gasp out of me. He licks the spot he’s been biting, then nuzzles the side of my head until I arch my neck, giving him more access. He finds my pulse with his teeth, thrusting shallowly against my ass, and within moments I’m gasping and writhing, pressing my own erection against the mattress.

And then he’s gone, making me groan with the loss of his weight on top of me. But before I can roll myself over he does it for me, grabbing me by the thighs and flipping me like I weigh nothing. He pushes my knees up and apart, fitting himself between them, then swoops down and plunges his tongue between my lips.

He somehow manages to get me up onto my elbows and pull my shirt off, only breaking the kiss when he absolutely has to, and as soon as the clothing’s gone he pushes me down to my back again, raking his fingers down my ribcage, making me whimper against his mouth. His fingers find my belt and unfasten it with quick, short jerks, and I have a split second to tear my mouth way before his hand worms into the front of my jeans and wraps around my cock. I hiss through my teeth and arch up against the touch, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, and he slides down a little, his head ducking and his teeth grazing my left nipple. My whole body jerks at the contact, and I grab a fistful of his hair on reflex. He swipes my nipple with the flat of tongue, then slides down again, kissing and biting down my stomach. He removes his hand from my cock, hooks his thumbs into the tiny space my belt leaves in the loops on my jeans, and tugs hard.

“Dominic, wait.” I gasp, and he freezes, his breath against the skin just above my pubic hair. I frown up at the ceiling, listening carefully. “I think I heard-”

“Jake?” my mother calls from the base of the stairs. Dominic flinches and jumps to his feet, his face flushing, and I sigh and wriggle my jeans back up my hips. I get my buckle in place just as my mother opens my bedroom door. “Oh.” she says, glancing between the two of us. “I didn’t know you had company, sweetie. Hello again, Dominic.”

“Hello, Mrs. Dolan.” he greets politely.

My mother just stands there for a moment. Then she seems to remember what she’s doing there in the first place and smiles at me. “Honey, Fox called. I’ve agreed to let him stay for a few nights.”

I nod my head. “Okay. Thanks.” This confuses me a little; the only time Fox has ever directly asked my mother to stay for more than a weekend was when he was having problems with his father. “I’ll call him.” I tell her, and she nods and then disappears down the hall. “Well, fuck.” I mutter, and push my hands through my hair.

“Fox is going to stay here?” Dominic asks me. “For days?”

“Yea, he does that sometimes.” I say with a shrug. Dominic sits down beside me, scowling. “What’s the matter?” I ask.

He shrugs. “I don’t know… I’m wary of that kid. I know he’s your friend, but…” he shrugs again.

“He’s figuring it out.” I tell him, knowing what Dominic’s bothered by with Fox. I rest my forehead against his shoulder and he kisses the top of my head. “That sucked.” I tell him, and he chuckles and nods in agreement.

“I should go.” he says. ‘I’ve got some things to do, and my mother wants to have a talk when she gets home.”

“The suspension.” I say, and he nods. “Okay. Call me later?” he nods again, standing. “Hey, wait a second.” I wrap my arms around his waist and press my face against his stomach. One of his hands settles on my shoulder, and the other combs through my hair. After a moment I let go. “Okay, I’m done.”

He grins, leans down to give me a kiss, and then leaves.

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Not much, but something. TONS of DRAMA in the next one!