IT'S BEEN YEARS BUT HERE'S CHAPTER TWO WOW I'M SORRY FOR THE EPIC WAIT. *_*
CHEMISTRY
Chapter Two
By Senashenta
There were only two people in his life who were so casually intimate with him, and Hiccup certainly didn’t call him ‘little brother’.
“J-Jackson!” Jack yelped, even as the arms around him tightened and Jackson nuzzled closer into his throat. He lifted his hands to shove at Jackson’s arms a little. “Get off!”
“’Get off’?” Jackson’s reply was muffled and Jack could practically hear him pouting, “aww, you don’t love me anymore…”
“That’s not true, stupid!”
“After I drove all the way here from New York to see you.”
“You’re moving here! Lemme go!”
The pout was gone from Jackson’s voice and he was grinning against Jack’s neck, now. Jack could feel it. Apart for almost three years but his brother was still just as much of an asshole as he’d always been. Jack finally pried himself away from his twin’s hold when Jackson loosened it a little, turning around to shove at the other boy’s chest with a huff. Jackson swayed but didn’t even have the decency to fall back a step.
He’d put on some muscle in the last few years. That was the first thing Jack noticed. Jackson was the same height as him, obviously, and before they had been separated they’d shared the same willowy physique as well—now Jackson was all lean muscle, while Jack continued to rock the slim-and-delicate look.
Then there were the tattoos; he was wearing a black-and-white striped tank top, and several tattoos littered both his arms all the way up and over his shoulders. Which was fine, really, because they went with the multiple piercings he was sporting as well; snakebites on his lower lip, a ring in his left eyebrow, and a bunch in either ear as well.
His brown hair had streaks of black in it and—
“Do you paint your nails?”
Jackson lifted one hand to look at his own nails with a blink. “Yeah, sometimes.”
“I… uh. Okay then.” Jack didn’t have anything to really say in response to that.
“You’re staring at me.”
“I am not.”
He totally was, mostly because it was freaking him out how much Jackson reminded him of Hiccup, fashion wise. Sure, Uncle Manny had sent photos over the years, but clearly none of them had shown the entire picture. Jack was kind of poleaxed, here. The punk aesthetic was so ingrained in his head as something to be attracted to it was short circuiting his brain a little.
“Still staring.”
Jack jerked slightly, blinking and shaking his head. He made a point of looking away from Jackson, then, casting a somewhat awkward glance around the room until his eyes landed and stayed on the Silent Hill posted he’d stuck up above the desk. “You must’ve driven straight through to get here tonight. You wanna crash?”
Jackson shrugged. “Nah, I’m good. We should bring my bags up from downstairs, though.”
That sounded like a reasonable request to Jack, so he agreed and the two of them traipsed down the two flights of stairs to the main floor, where Jackson had piled his luggage in the entryway by the front door. There were two suitcases and a duffle bag, as well as an overstuffed backpack. Jack supposed that for having packed up his entire life, four bags wasn’t so bad. When he said as much to his brother, though, he was informed that there were still three boxes in the trunk of the car to be brought in later. He actually laughed at that.
“Also, I need you to help me carry the terrarium upstairs. It’s kind of a two-man job.” Jackson added, offhand, as they started picking up suitcases and bags.
Jack’s brows drew together. “Terrarium?”
“Well yeah. Twinetender can’t live in the car, dude.”
“I—wait, what? What’s a Twinetender?”
“Oh for crying out—” The brunet shook his head and set down the bag he was holding, waving one hand for Jack to follow him as he pulled open the front door and headed for his car—a beat-up old Buick—where it was parked by the curb in front of the house. When he got to it, he leaned back against it and tapped one finger against the glass of the back window. “His terrarium’s huge, it takes up the whole fuckin’ back seat. I had to pile all my luggage on top of it, it totally cut off my rear view. Good thing I had my side mirrors.”
“Yeah, good thing.” Jack echoed, absently thinking that didn’t sound very, yanno, safe, especially for a long-distance drive. But it was already said and done, so Jack kept his opinion to himself as he peered into the back of the car.
Inside was a long, large tank that took up the majority of the back seat. It was too dark to see what was in it, but Jack could speculate based on what he knew about his brother. It was probably a lizard or a spider the size of a football. Jack wondered briefly if their Dad knew Jackson was bringing a pet with him when he moved in, or if this would be a complete surprise. (Uncle Manny would have said something even if Jackson hadn’t, right? …right?)
…the terrarium looked heavy. And awkward. And breakable. Jack really wasn’t looking forward to lugging it up two flights of stairs. Still. Jackson was his brother and he supposed he could do worse than the favor of helping him carry his shrouded-in-mystery, possibly terrifying or venomous pet into the house.
“Okay, let’s do this, I guess.”
“You guess?”
“I guess.”
Jackson gave a little snort of laughter and pushed Jack out of the way to open the back door of the car. The next half hour was spent with the two of them wrestling the terrarium out of the vehicle, across the yard, into the house and all the way up to the attic. There was copious amounts of cursing from Jackson, and just as much mental cursing from Jack—he was just better at keeping it to himself than his twin.
By the time they got the terrarium (and its’ contents) situated on top of the low shelves in front of the window in Jackson’s room, Jack was a dishevelled mess, his shirt pulled free from where it was normally gathered in the waistband of his pants, his vest askew and his snowflake pendant dangling free rather than tucked safely under his shirt as usual. It took Jackson precisely .5 seconds to notice the necklace and another .5 to comment on it.
“Pretty. Where’d that come from?” He reached out to touch the pendant, but Jack swatted his hand away before he could make contact. The white-haired boy was already in the process of flushing red all the way to his ears. Jackson just smirked. “Ahh, so your boyfriend gave it to you, huh?”
Jack began stuffing the pendant back into his shirt where it belonged. “I—you—that’s none of your business! It was a Christmas present!”
“Yu-hu. A guy gets you a present like that, he at least deserves a blowjob or two.” Jackson was still smirking as he made his way over to drop down on the bed and leaned back on his hands, only to drawl out a moment later, “please tell me you’re fucking him by now. You could benefit greatly from getting laid, little brother.”
“I-I’m only twenty-eight minutes younger than you,” Jack groused. His face was the color of a firetruck. Suddenly the curtains on the window were fascinating. “Hiccup and I…” He trailed off, then cleared his throat and started again; “I’ve been sleeping with him since graduation, if you must know.”
Jackson’s smirk widened into a grin. “And in all the months you were together before that, your virginity was carefully, carefully guarded, yeah?” He snickered.
If it was possible, Jack managed to fluster even more. He shifted from one foot to the other and back again. “Just… just ‘cause we weren’t having sex doesn’t mean we weren’t doing stuff.” He pointed out, then shook his head and waved one hand in a dismissive gesture, “can we talk about something else, please?”
“Aw, but you’re so cute when you blush.”
“Jackson.”
“Okay, okay.” Jackson finally relented with a sigh and patted the bed beside him for Jack to come over and join him. “I’m sorry.”
“You are not.” Jack frowned, but he still moved over and sat down on the bed beside his brother.
Jackson just grinned at him again. “You’re right. I’m not. I just missed teasing you, you dork.” Sitting up properly, he slung an arm around Jack’s shoulders and pulled him into his side, leaning to nuzzle into the other boy’s neck with a sigh, “and it’s so much fuckin’ easier to do now that you’ve got a boyfriend, you turn red at the drop of a hat!”
“Because you’re asking about my sex life!” Jack squawked, even as Jackson sucked his way up his throat to nip his ear. “Q-quit it.” Jack pushed at him a little—and Jackson fell back, laughing, to land on his back, making the mattress bounce lightly. He stretched then, arms over his head and back arching. Jack tried to ignore him as he rubbed at the side of his neck absently.
The two of them had always been close, growing up, which everyone seemed to take as normal because they were twins. But their brand of “close” more than just toed the line to inappropriate at times, and it seemed Jackson was content to slip right back into that zone. Jack wasn’t so sure. His life now was so much different than when it had just been him and Jackson against the world…
Still. That was a talk they could save for a later date. Jackson had only been in town a couple of hours, he should be allowed to unpack and settle in at the very least. Which reminded him…
“Hey, we need to get your bags out of the entryway before Dad gets home and trips on them or something.”
Jackson heaved a sigh but sat up nonetheless. “Alright, lets’ get this over with.”
Jack agreed with the sentiment. Once they were done he needed to go lock himself in his own room and make what was bound to be a very awkward phone call to Hiccup.
I mean, what if dark jack switches places? Pretends to be on the side of the brothers while jack himself is trapped in some warded cabin off several states away. Dark jack realizes how goddamn easy it is to seduce Sam into his bedroom alone
SO OVERCOME WITH LOVE. Jack insisting that love isn’t a weakness, it makes him so much stronger. But dark jack’s grip holds tighter still, if you weren’t so reliant on those... hunters... the ones that turned you, made you this way, would you even be here? Trapped like this? And jack has to realize that his deep bond/desire for Sam and Dean, it’s distracted him from who he really is. Maybe he was meant to give in and get stronger. And maybe the brothers really are holding him back
JACK, SWEETIE, NO. DON’T LISTEN TO HIM.
“Such a pretty little thing, aren’t you? Maybe a bit dumb, too,” Dark Jack smirks, rapping his knuckles on Jack’s head. “You think that if you love them hard enough, they’re suddenly going to love you in return? Don’t be stupid.”
Jack shivers, staring at him defiantly. “They love me. I know they do.”
“Oh, honey. I don’t think so. I think Sam feels sorry for you, and I think Dean would snuff you out in a matter of seconds if you so much as blinked wrong at Sam.”
can we PLEASE talk about jackcest??? Jack running away from the boys because he’s too scared of his destiny and being attacked by alternative versions of himself that prove to him, one, that he’s the good version , and two, that the evil version is truly fucked up
*SCREAMS*
Jack - the dark one - grabs his other self’s face, smirking. “Look at you. You’re soft and useless, overcome with love. Disgusting. Pathetic.”
“F-Fuck you. You don’t know anything about me.” He struggles to break free, but Jack just presses his fingers tighter into his jaw.
“They’re gonna eat you alive, kid - and when they do? I’ll be waiting to break free.”
oooo wait jack and his evil twin (if jack had gone dark side)?? And jack’s being pinned down by the much stronger powers of a darker version of himself that DARED to indulge in the nephilim strength and it’s pure indulgence, pure show of strength, for dark side jack to use powers that jack never knew of to intensify the knots in his stomach and fuck him into the ground where he belongs
