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Jackass remained silent, refusing to acknowledge his words. Pexy sighed and began running his hand down the side of Jackass's face again, letting his fingertips run over every inch of the skin underneath his palm.

"Look at me," Pexy demanded.

"Don't."

"Are you scared of me, shrimp?" Pexy smirked, raising his eyebrows slightly. Jackass shook his head slightly. "Good. Now stop being an idiot and let yourself enjoy this."

Jackass sighed and finally opened his eyes. He glanced up at Pexy, searching for any signs of anger in his eyes, but all he found was calmness.

"I won't hurt you if you promise to come willingly when we're done," he murmured. Jackass furrowed his brows in confusion.

"What makes you think that I would agree to anything?" he asked, narrowing his eyes slightly. Pexy shrugged carelessly before pushing himself off the ground and walking towards the car. Jackass watched him leave, confused.

Pexy drove straight back home, parking in his driveway and shutting off his car. He looked over at his house, noticing a car parked outside of it. Shit. He rushed inside and locked his bedroom door. Once he made sure nobody was following him, he grabbed his coat and stormed downstairs. He walked through the kitchen and towards the front door, locking it tight. Then he hurried out of the door, slamming it shut behind him.

The wind was blowing, blowing his hair in every which direction and threatening to blow it over his eyes. He pulled down his cap further down on his head, shielding his eyes from the cold air. The cold air bit at his skin almost painfully, making goosebumps rise on his arms. He felt the wind push on his back as he walked down the sidewalk, trying to keep his balance. His head was tilted towards the clouds, feeling the cold air blow through his hair.

A thought crossed his mind as the breeze blew past him: This isn't so bad after all.

Chapter 3

When they returned home, Pexy kicked the door shut behind him. His whole body hurt. The entire trip home it had been pounding in pain, but now it throbbed painfully. He winced slightly, hissing slightly as his foot connected with the floor of his house.

He limped through the hallway, making his way towards the stairs. He was about to walk upstairs when he noticed something laying on the couch. He stopped, peering through the doorway into the living room. A large brown dog was lying down in the middle of the room, seemingly sleeping. He narrowed his eyes slightly, squinting them slightly before deciding not to look too closely.

As he continued up the stairs, he heard footsteps running along the ceiling above him. He paused for a second.

He heard more footsteps behind him.

He turned, slowly walking backwards through the open doorway.

There stood Jackass.

Jackass stared at him blankly for a moment before bursting into laughter, bending over and clutching at his abdomen. Pexy watched him silently.

"Oh God, you're a fucking asshole," Jackass gasped, still giggling uncontrollably. Pexy frowned slightly.

"You have no right laughing at me," he snapped. He walked forward and grabbed Jackass by the arm roughly.

"Hey hey hey, you know what? Fuck you, Mr. Spades, I deserve more than this! I mean, really? How could someone possibly be that stupid!? Seriously!?" he shouted at the top of his lungs. Jackass stopped laughing instantly. He looked back at Pexy with wide eyes.

"How could you say that? That's not fair!" Jackass exclaimed, taking a step towards him. Pexy pulled on Jackass's arm, forcing him back into his previous position.

"Yeah, well, you deserved much worse," Pexy sneered darkly. "So I decided it's my duty to make you suffer the consequences of that choice."

With that, he yanked Jackass close and crashed their lips together forcefully, knocking the other man onto the couch. Jackass groaned in frustration as Pexy continued to kiss him fiercely. He tugged at Pexy's shirt, trying to rip it off. Pexy pulled away and pressed Jackass's hands above his head, pinning them down above Jackass's head.

Pexy pulled away, panting heavily and glaring at the older man. He removed his hands and walked over to his bed, tossing his jacket and shoes on top of his desk chair. He climbed on top of his bed, grabbing his pillow and throwing it across the room. It bounced off the wall, hitting the wall with a loud crash, then rolling onto the carpet.

Pexy groaned loudly, covering his head with his arms. His entire body ached terribly, his face stung horribly, and his head pounded relentlessly. After a few minutes of silence he lifted his arm up, revealing blood trailing down his cheek from where his fingernails dug sharply into his flesh during the night. Shuddering, he pulled his legs up, wrapping his arms around his knees. He buried his face in the fabric of his pants and squeezed his eyes shut