Nightmares Win
Title: Nightmares Win
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Matt//Johnny
Rating: NC17
Summary: [AU]. It's the year 2066, and werewolves run amok in New York City.
Disclaimer: Not real dur. A Static Lullaby sing the song: "Nightmares Win 6-0".
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Ahh, it seems I'm juggling this story and Familiar Realm around a bit. I'm hoping to finish one of these really soon to take away from the stress of having so many multi-chaptered fics (something I should never do again). But anyway, thanks so much to the reviewers, without you all, I wouldn't update.
Nightmares Win
Chapter 06
"I can't believe I forgot."
Jimmy pressed his lips to one side of Matt's belly button, kissing the sweat-dampened skin gently.
"I know," he said softly, gazing up at the larger man. "But it was a long time ago."
Matt ran his fingers through Jimmy's hair, giving a sigh as he stared at the ceiling. After Brian had told him that he'd killed Johnny's parents, the actual memories of it had come rushing back to Matt -- and he couldn't believe he'd forgotten in the first place -- he had a scar from that very moment. He'd remembered that he hadn't killed Johnny only because a hunter had stopped him, the highest ranked hunter, that Brandan fellow. It'd been the first time Brandan had been out hunting without his trainer, and he hadn't had the correct ammunition -- instead of silver bullets, he'd had regular. He'd ended up shooting Matt in the back of his left shoulder, close to his collarbone.
He suddenly made a face. "He was fucking there, Jimmy." he said. "I killed his parents right in front of him."
Jimmy crawled up Matt's body and he rested his head on Matt's shoulder, face buried in the crook of his neck.
"It wasn't your fault." he said softly, nuzzling Matt. "It was the first time you'd transformed -- you went wild; it happens to all of us."
Matt didn't respond right away; he didn't know what to say. Jimmy was right, and Matt was glad he'd gone to him instead of Zack; Zack would've made things worse.
"What am I gonna do, Jim?" Matt asked slowly.
"Hmm," the other man said thoughtfully, "Never let him see you in wolf form -- might recognize you."
That would've been the safe way -- the easy way out. "No," Matt said after a long silence. "I have to tell him; he has a right to know."
Jimmy kissed Matt's neck. "You're right -- do what you have to do, babe."
Matt nodded, but said nothing. He was probably making a mistake, but he was going to tell Johnny everything the next time he saw him.
~x~
"Where were you tonight?"
Johnny looked up -- he was standing next to Brandan in the older man's 'training room' -- a large room with padding on the walls for insulation, with various items for working out and such: weights, punching bags, etc. For the past two and a half hours, Brandan had been teaching him the basics -- mostly just a lot of talk, learning about hunters and such. But the whole time, Johnny had been thinking about Matt.
"What?" the kid asked.
Brandan took a drink from the water bottle he was holding. "You totally zoned out a few times." he said. "Something going on?"
Johnny quickly shook his head. "No, no." he said. "I'm fine."
Brandan studied him for a moment before reaching over and lightly grabbing the boy's chin. As Johnny's stomach turned over, their lips met. Still holding Johnny in place, Brandan pushed his tongue into the kid's mouth. Just because of the kind of guy Brandan was, there was an air of roughness about him, and as intimidating as it was, Johnny'd slept with a werewolf -- and Brandan's toughness couldn't compare to that.
At this sudden thought of Matt, Johnny pulled away abruptly.
"I'm sorry," he said, looking down. "I can't do this."
Brandan, since he'd still been cupping Johnny's face in one hand, lifted Johnny's head until their gazes met.
"Doll -- don't worry about it." he said, "I'm sorry for springing it on you like that."
Johnny nodded, wanting to tell Brandan that it wasn't that he didn't like him but he stayed silent. Brandan studied him for a moment again, his thumb slowly stroking Johnny's jaw line.
"My mistake won't make you want to stop training?" he asked.
"No," Johnny said quickly. "Of course not."
"Same time tomorrow night then?" Brandan asked.
Johnny nodded, and Brandan smirked, leaning in to press a small, affectionate kiss to the boy's temple. Then he grabbed his keys from the counter.
"Come on, I'll take you home."
When Johnny entered his apartment building, he didn't go up to his place. Instead, he waited until Brandan was gone, and he returned outside. He briskly made his way to Blood Lust, occasionally feeling like someone was following him. When he got to the club, he paused. He couldn't say he wasn't afraid of entering a bar chock full of lycanthropes; but he wanted to see Matt.
He went inside, and everyone turned to look at him casually, their eyes taking him in almost hungrily. He swept the room with his eyes, and almost jumped as someone appeared in front of him. It was the guy with the piercings, Zack, wearing a huge smirk.
"Hey," he said, sounding way too happy.
"Hey." Johnny said cautiously.
"Listen," Zacky said, sliding an arm around the kid's waist. "I want you to know that I'm sorry...for being such a dickhead to you."
Johnny couldn't think of anything to say, and at his loss for words, Zack went on.
"You aren't all that bad." he said, and he grinned. "Kinda cute, too."
Johnny tensed as Zack's hand moved, suddenly ending up on his rear. Zack opened his mouth to speak again, but someone interrupted.
"I think I made it just in time."
Matt appeared from behind them, and Zack quickly removed his hand, looking very disappointed. Matt and he stared at each other for a moment, before the smaller man walked away, throwing Johnny a smirk. Then Matt turned to the kid, half-amazed that he'd shown up.
"Hey." he said.
Johnny offered a trace of a smile, suddenly awkward. Matt grabbed the boy by the crook of his elbow, and pulled him towards the door.
"I have to talk to you." he said in a low tone.
Johnny let himself be pulled outside, and Matt sat down on the stoop, motioning for Johnny to follow. The kid obliged, and Matt gave a sigh.
"I really like you, John." he said. "But there are some things you have to know."
Johnny gave a short nod, and Matt waited a moment before he continued.
"I was born a werewolf, but I didn't fully transform until a few years ago." He began slowly. "And I've only just remembered that first night I turned." He paused. "I'd been completely crazy -- for blood -- on the prowl."
There was a twisting dread growing in Johnny's stomach, warning him that there was about to be some bad news. This feeling was only multiplied by the way Matt wouldn't look at him.
"The first people I came across were getting out of their car." Matt continued. "A mother, a father, and a son."
Johnny truly believed his brain had stopped working and he stared at his thighs as he tried to process what Matt was saying. He got a sudden flashback, holding himself flat against the wall as he watched his own parents get slain in front of him. He'd tried to forget over the years, and it'd been working.
"I killed that boy's parents." Matt said, tone dry. "But a hunter arrived before I could kill him."
Johnny threw himself up from the stoop. "Brandan killed that werewolf -- I saw him shoot him." he said, he didn't want to believe what he was hearing; Matt couldn't have been the one to do that to him.
Matt studied Johnny's unreadable expression for a moment, before he turned slightly, reaching up to move the collar of his shirt. There was the faintest ghosting of a scar, an almost invisible bullet wound.
"Johnny." Matt said, standing up. "I am so sorry."
He hated the look on the boy's face, one of hurt, anger, hatred -- so many feelings wrapped up into one. Johnny took a few breaths, and Matt waited for a reaction.
"Sorry?" the kid asked, voice cracking. "You're sorry?"
"Johnny if I could go back I would." Matt said, "Believe me I would."
Johnny felt like his chest was caving in, and he tried desperately to take in air. Blind fury was racing through his veins, but he couldn't find a way to say what he thought -- his voicebox had quit working. He did the only thing he could think to do that didn't involve speaking, and he turned and started to run. He didn't care which direction he was going in, he just ran.
"Johnny -- wait."
The plea went ignored, and Johnny just ran.
The only thing his brain was able to comprehend was that Matt killed his parents. The man he'd fallen for had been the thing to ruin his life. It made Johnny all the more willing to continue his training with Brandan -- it made Matt live up to the standards of being a monster.
Johnny reached Brandan's complex, wheezing and out of breath. He made his way up the two flights of stairs, and didn't hesitate when knocking on Brandan's door. The older man answered a few moments later, shirtless, sweaty, and confused -- training room; but he'd never looked better, and Johnny threw himself at the man.
The next chapter will make the story progress really far, a fair warning...
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Matt//Johnny
Rating: NC17
Summary: [AU]. It's the year 2066, and werewolves run amok in New York City.
Disclaimer: Not real dur. A Static Lullaby sing the song: "Nightmares Win 6-0".
00][01][02][03][04][05
Ahh, it seems I'm juggling this story and Familiar Realm around a bit. I'm hoping to finish one of these really soon to take away from the stress of having so many multi-chaptered fics (something I should never do again). But anyway, thanks so much to the reviewers, without you all, I wouldn't update.
Nightmares Win
Chapter 06
"I can't believe I forgot."
Jimmy pressed his lips to one side of Matt's belly button, kissing the sweat-dampened skin gently.
"I know," he said softly, gazing up at the larger man. "But it was a long time ago."
Matt ran his fingers through Jimmy's hair, giving a sigh as he stared at the ceiling. After Brian had told him that he'd killed Johnny's parents, the actual memories of it had come rushing back to Matt -- and he couldn't believe he'd forgotten in the first place -- he had a scar from that very moment. He'd remembered that he hadn't killed Johnny only because a hunter had stopped him, the highest ranked hunter, that Brandan fellow. It'd been the first time Brandan had been out hunting without his trainer, and he hadn't had the correct ammunition -- instead of silver bullets, he'd had regular. He'd ended up shooting Matt in the back of his left shoulder, close to his collarbone.
He suddenly made a face. "He was fucking there, Jimmy." he said. "I killed his parents right in front of him."
Jimmy crawled up Matt's body and he rested his head on Matt's shoulder, face buried in the crook of his neck.
"It wasn't your fault." he said softly, nuzzling Matt. "It was the first time you'd transformed -- you went wild; it happens to all of us."
Matt didn't respond right away; he didn't know what to say. Jimmy was right, and Matt was glad he'd gone to him instead of Zack; Zack would've made things worse.
"What am I gonna do, Jim?" Matt asked slowly.
"Hmm," the other man said thoughtfully, "Never let him see you in wolf form -- might recognize you."
That would've been the safe way -- the easy way out. "No," Matt said after a long silence. "I have to tell him; he has a right to know."
Jimmy kissed Matt's neck. "You're right -- do what you have to do, babe."
Matt nodded, but said nothing. He was probably making a mistake, but he was going to tell Johnny everything the next time he saw him.
~x~
"Where were you tonight?"
Johnny looked up -- he was standing next to Brandan in the older man's 'training room' -- a large room with padding on the walls for insulation, with various items for working out and such: weights, punching bags, etc. For the past two and a half hours, Brandan had been teaching him the basics -- mostly just a lot of talk, learning about hunters and such. But the whole time, Johnny had been thinking about Matt.
"What?" the kid asked.
Brandan took a drink from the water bottle he was holding. "You totally zoned out a few times." he said. "Something going on?"
Johnny quickly shook his head. "No, no." he said. "I'm fine."
Brandan studied him for a moment before reaching over and lightly grabbing the boy's chin. As Johnny's stomach turned over, their lips met. Still holding Johnny in place, Brandan pushed his tongue into the kid's mouth. Just because of the kind of guy Brandan was, there was an air of roughness about him, and as intimidating as it was, Johnny'd slept with a werewolf -- and Brandan's toughness couldn't compare to that.
At this sudden thought of Matt, Johnny pulled away abruptly.
"I'm sorry," he said, looking down. "I can't do this."
Brandan, since he'd still been cupping Johnny's face in one hand, lifted Johnny's head until their gazes met.
"Doll -- don't worry about it." he said, "I'm sorry for springing it on you like that."
Johnny nodded, wanting to tell Brandan that it wasn't that he didn't like him but he stayed silent. Brandan studied him for a moment again, his thumb slowly stroking Johnny's jaw line.
"My mistake won't make you want to stop training?" he asked.
"No," Johnny said quickly. "Of course not."
"Same time tomorrow night then?" Brandan asked.
Johnny nodded, and Brandan smirked, leaning in to press a small, affectionate kiss to the boy's temple. Then he grabbed his keys from the counter.
"Come on, I'll take you home."
When Johnny entered his apartment building, he didn't go up to his place. Instead, he waited until Brandan was gone, and he returned outside. He briskly made his way to Blood Lust, occasionally feeling like someone was following him. When he got to the club, he paused. He couldn't say he wasn't afraid of entering a bar chock full of lycanthropes; but he wanted to see Matt.
He went inside, and everyone turned to look at him casually, their eyes taking him in almost hungrily. He swept the room with his eyes, and almost jumped as someone appeared in front of him. It was the guy with the piercings, Zack, wearing a huge smirk.
"Hey," he said, sounding way too happy.
"Hey." Johnny said cautiously.
"Listen," Zacky said, sliding an arm around the kid's waist. "I want you to know that I'm sorry...for being such a dickhead to you."
Johnny couldn't think of anything to say, and at his loss for words, Zack went on.
"You aren't all that bad." he said, and he grinned. "Kinda cute, too."
Johnny tensed as Zack's hand moved, suddenly ending up on his rear. Zack opened his mouth to speak again, but someone interrupted.
"I think I made it just in time."
Matt appeared from behind them, and Zack quickly removed his hand, looking very disappointed. Matt and he stared at each other for a moment, before the smaller man walked away, throwing Johnny a smirk. Then Matt turned to the kid, half-amazed that he'd shown up.
"Hey." he said.
Johnny offered a trace of a smile, suddenly awkward. Matt grabbed the boy by the crook of his elbow, and pulled him towards the door.
"I have to talk to you." he said in a low tone.
Johnny let himself be pulled outside, and Matt sat down on the stoop, motioning for Johnny to follow. The kid obliged, and Matt gave a sigh.
"I really like you, John." he said. "But there are some things you have to know."
Johnny gave a short nod, and Matt waited a moment before he continued.
"I was born a werewolf, but I didn't fully transform until a few years ago." He began slowly. "And I've only just remembered that first night I turned." He paused. "I'd been completely crazy -- for blood -- on the prowl."
There was a twisting dread growing in Johnny's stomach, warning him that there was about to be some bad news. This feeling was only multiplied by the way Matt wouldn't look at him.
"The first people I came across were getting out of their car." Matt continued. "A mother, a father, and a son."
Johnny truly believed his brain had stopped working and he stared at his thighs as he tried to process what Matt was saying. He got a sudden flashback, holding himself flat against the wall as he watched his own parents get slain in front of him. He'd tried to forget over the years, and it'd been working.
"I killed that boy's parents." Matt said, tone dry. "But a hunter arrived before I could kill him."
Johnny threw himself up from the stoop. "Brandan killed that werewolf -- I saw him shoot him." he said, he didn't want to believe what he was hearing; Matt couldn't have been the one to do that to him.
Matt studied Johnny's unreadable expression for a moment, before he turned slightly, reaching up to move the collar of his shirt. There was the faintest ghosting of a scar, an almost invisible bullet wound.
"Johnny." Matt said, standing up. "I am so sorry."
He hated the look on the boy's face, one of hurt, anger, hatred -- so many feelings wrapped up into one. Johnny took a few breaths, and Matt waited for a reaction.
"Sorry?" the kid asked, voice cracking. "You're sorry?"
"Johnny if I could go back I would." Matt said, "Believe me I would."
Johnny felt like his chest was caving in, and he tried desperately to take in air. Blind fury was racing through his veins, but he couldn't find a way to say what he thought -- his voicebox had quit working. He did the only thing he could think to do that didn't involve speaking, and he turned and started to run. He didn't care which direction he was going in, he just ran.
"Johnny -- wait."
The plea went ignored, and Johnny just ran.
The only thing his brain was able to comprehend was that Matt killed his parents. The man he'd fallen for had been the thing to ruin his life. It made Johnny all the more willing to continue his training with Brandan -- it made Matt live up to the standards of being a monster.
Johnny reached Brandan's complex, wheezing and out of breath. He made his way up the two flights of stairs, and didn't hesitate when knocking on Brandan's door. The older man answered a few moments later, shirtless, sweaty, and confused -- training room; but he'd never looked better, and Johnny threw himself at the man.
The next chapter will make the story progress really far, a fair warning...