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Close Your Eyes and Settle	By : psychotic4llyxyours Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Slipknot Views: 6064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three: Get Inside

Pain. The pain was excruciating when Joey came to. He blinked slowly, wiping the bleariness from his eyes. With a start, he realized that he was in Wednesday's bedroom, because staring right back at him from the ceiling was Ms. Wednesday Addams. And sitting beside him on the edge of the bed was Wednesday, who was gently stroking the side of his face with one hand, while the other held a cool wash cloth against his forehead.

"Are you okay, Joey? You scared the shit out of me," Wednesday said worriedly.

Joey tried to form words but all that came out were hysteric breaths. He couldn't describe it. The fear that had gripped him at that woman's eyes, at her voice, had shook the very core of Joey's heart. He still quaked with the strength of it.

"You saw her, didn't you?" Wednesday asked softly, caressing beneath Joey's right eye.

Joey closed his mouth and nodded. A great shudder wracked him for a moment before it finally subsided and he lay still. A small sob escaped his mouth.

Wednesday pulled Joey up into a sitting position and the traumatized boy sobbed shamelessly into his shoulder. Wednesday could only rub his back and try to comfort him. He rocked him back and forth and whispered calming words into his ear until finally, Joey's crying stopped and he grew silent again.

"She won't hurt you, you know. I told you there were some strange things in the forest, but only that you'll see by yourself. I'm surprised she didn't get to you before I did last night."

"Is she…" Joey cleared his throat. "Is she bad?"

"No, she's not bad." Wednesday pulled away from Joey and scooted back to a comfortable distance. "I mean, she's never done anything to hurt me."

Joey's face paled as he recalled, "There was an arm in the water."

Wednesday paled as well but didn't say anything.

"Wednesday, I don't want to go home. Please don't make me go home where there's no one to stay with me. My mom'll leave and I'll be alone and… and I don't know how to get back here to you…"

"Shh," Wednesday hushed him. "Just chill out. Take a breath. You can stay here for as long as you want."

Joey nodded and on an impulse, he leaned forward and hugged Wednesday again, burying his face in the crook of the boy's neck. Wednesday furrowed his eyebrows and stiffly wrapped his arms around Joey, trying to give comfort where he'd never had to worry about it before. An unspeakable emotion gripped his heart and he almost tugged away to stop the contact and thus stop the feeling, but he didn't move until Joey did.

"You should take a bath," Wednesday said, looking Joey over. "You're filthy." He looked at the dirt on his own arms and chest and sighed. "And now I'm filthy, too."

"Yeah, I fell… Twice."

"Where'd you fall the first time?"

"Down by the stream." Joey blushed. "A frog attacked me."

Wednesday grinned and pulled Joey to his feet. "A frog? Of all the terrors in that forest, it was a frog that attacked you?"

Joey shrugged and smiled. He trailed behind Wednesday through the hallway until they reached the bathroom. Wednesday turned the facets on and threw some sort of dust into the water that made a strong smell of palmorosa erupt from the tub. He turned to Joey and winked.

"I got the dibs on this aromatherapy stuff. Now, you get in there and I can guarantee you'll be relaxed by the time you get out." He crossed his arms over his chest and black grains of dirt fell onto the white floor as a result.

"Aren't you going to wash, too?" Joey blushed again as he realized how odd that sounded, especially coming from him, who hadn't even had the audacity to change clothes while Wednesday was in the same room. That overcome shyness did not go unnoticed, either.

"Wait, wait, what?" Wednesday cupped his ear jestingly, as though he couldn't quite hear Joey. "Me? Wash? Right now? In your presence?"

Joey laughed and shook his hair back out of his face, then took his shoes off and put them next to the door. He ignored Wednesday, who was still making fun of him, and got out of the rest of his clothes, where he folded them neatly and put them beside his shoes. He looked expectantly at Wednesday, who was still fully dressed and not even looking at him; he was busy getting towels and wash cloths from the closet. Joey perked an eyebrow and when Wednesday finally looked at him, Wednesday abruptly stopped talking.

Joey smirked at him and stepped up onto the deck, where he slid down into the water, which was much warmer than he himself had had it the night before. It felt nice and soothing on the knees and wrists he'd just realized were scraped. He didn't watch Wednesday undress because he felt it would have been rude, so he turned his back to the room and went over to the compartment where the shampoo and soap was. The shampoo was the same, but the soap was palmorosa, to match the smell of the water, Joey guessed.

Wednesday left his clothes in a puddle in the middle of the floor and got in the tub, making a small wave that made Joey bump against the side of it. Joey turned to look at him and tilted his head to one side in curiosity.

"How do you wash your hair?"

Wednesday reached up and touched one of his thick dreadlocks. "I take off the rubber bands and rinse the gel out, and that's all there is to it. I'm not doing it tonight, though, because they're pretty much clean." He held his hand out for the soap and Joey gave it to him.

"This is kinda like being in a hot tub," Joey said, leaning back so that he could wet his hair. He worked it into a lather with the shampoo and watched Wednesday soap up his arms. "Are you always by yourself here?"

"Yeah."

"Doesn't it get lonely?"

Wednesday shook his head. "No, I like being alone." At the hurt look on Joey's face, he quickly added, "I mean, I'm used to being alone. You're cool; you don't aggravate me. You're not like my parents were, nagging at me every day about the stupidest shit. But they're not here anymore."

Hair white with suds, Joey blinked a few times. "What happened to them?"

There was a pause in which neither of them spoke, then Wednesday, emotionless, said, "They went into the woods one day and didn't come back."

"Oh," Joey whispered. He rinsed his hair out and waited for Wednesday to get done with the bar of soap. In an attempt to lighten the mood, he said, "Do you think, maybe later, you could show me around your house?"

"What exactly are you expecting to find?" Wednesday asked guardedly, passing the soap back to him.

"Actually, I just wanted to see the attic."

"Oh… Yeah, I guess we can go up there." Wednesday reclined back in the tub and watched Joey finish washing with vague interest. "Were you single when you left Iowa?"

Joey's head jerked up from where he'd been concentrating on scrubbing his dirty knees. "Um, no, not really."

"So your girlfriend was probably totally bummed to see you leave, huh?"

Joey turned several shades of red and he diverted his eyes back to scrubbing. "I didn't have a girlfriend."

Wednesday grinned inwardly because he'd taken the spotlight off himself and directed it to Joey. "Really?" he asked as though he were surprised. He had suspected and would have eventually figured the fact that Joey was into guys out; it was evident in the way Joey was so shy yet clingy to him. It made no difference; Wednesday still liked him. "Were you with your best friend, then… the one you were telling me about earlier?"

"…Yeah. Is-Is there something wrong with that?" Joey automatically expected the worst and cringed in advance.

"Of course there's nothing wrong with it." Wednesday frowned. "I have a feeling you weren't taught the best things growing up, were you?"

Joey shrugged and rinsed himself off. "Let's get out," he said.

"It's all the same to me, you know," Wednesday said as he stepped out of the tub. "It's not like you have to watch what you say around me. I mean, seriously, who am I going to tell?" He reached down and helped Joey out.

"Sorry," Joey muttered, taking his towel and wringing his hair dry.

"See, now you're sorry for doing nothing wrong." Wednesday clicked his tongue against his teeth five times. "I'm gonna have to teach you better. Later tonight, we'll start our first eyeliner slash eye shadow lesson."

Joey perked his eyebrow and wrapped the towel around his waist. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"I dunno. I was just looking at you earlier and thought you'd look cool with the right makeup. You don't mind, do you?"

"I don't guess so…"

Wednesday got into his clean clothes and said, "Stay right here and I'll go grab you something to wear. Your clothes need washing again." He left the bathroom and shut the door behind him, leaving Joey to stare at his reflection and begin brushing his hair.

A few minutes later, Wednesday returned with some folded clothes in his hand. He handed them to Joey. "They're gonna be a little big, but'll at least cover you up… you and your self-consciousness." He smiled playfully.

"Just around strangers," Joey said defensively.

"You still think of me as a stranger?" Wednesday raised both eyebrows in question.

"No," Joey said, "I think of you as my friend."

"How sweet. And who knows?" He winked. "That may just morph into something completely different."

Joey looked at the clothes Wednesday'd brought for him: they were simple black jeans and a Munster's T-shirt. He looked shyly at the boy and said quietly, "Yeah, but I don't know… I was only ever with one person and… well, I don't know much of anything about, you know," he flushed, "Stuff like that."

Wednesday grinned. "Did I say anything about that? We could also end up hating each other by the time you get around to going back home."

"I don't want to go back home… not for a little while, at least, if that's okay." Joey tilted his head curiously. "You wouldn't be disappointed with me, or anything, if we did happen to get any closer, would you?"

"Disappointed? With what?" Wednesday asked incredulously. "Come on, man, I've never touched anything that actually touched back… I don't even know what I'd do with someone like you."

Joey stopped getting dressed and turned around to look at Wednesday, a confused look on his face. "Wait a second. What did you just say to me?"

Wednesday shrugged. "Um… when?"

"'…Nothing that touched back.' What does that mean?"

"Well, what I meant to say was 'Dead girls don't say no,' but that seemed a bit too straight-forward and… Well, I guess being straight-forward is the right way to be sometimes."

"Dude…" Joey turned back around and, as he was pulling the shirt over his head, said, "That is so fucked up."

"Come on, man, she wasn't, like, decomposed, or anything. She wasn't even buried yet, she was…" He paused. "Fuck, I need to watch what I say to people I don't know. You could be a fucking undercover cop, or something." He grinned because he didn't really believe that, and the thought of Joey dressed as a cop humored him.

Joey wasn't too amused. "Now, you said I could tell you anything. Why don't you tell me exactly what you get up to while you're here by yourself?"

Wednesday didn't say anything else, but the two of them went to his bedroom and sat on the full-sized bed. Wednesday looked at Joey with an unreadable expression on his face; it was like he was sizing him up, but not in a sexual way. He was studying and judging, trying to gauge the reaction he'd get if he actually did come clean with what he did; and what he'd done recently.

"Come on, Wednesday. It's like you said before, who am I gonna tell? I don't even know the way back to my house, much less a police station."

Wednesday looked down and toyed with a frayed piece of his blanket, mellowed. "You're going to want to leave if I tell you, and I don't want you to leave. I don't want you to be afraid of me."

"Jesus, is it that bad?" Joey whispered.

"Yeah… it's pretty bad."

"Come on, it's not like I'm gonna freak out or anything. I just want to know what's so horrible so we can move on and I won't have to look over my shoulder all the time in case your coming up with a knife, okay? I'd like to be able to stay over without worrying about you."

Wednesday spoke up, voice a bit louder than before, and he met Joey's eyes. "And why do you want to stay with me? What have I done that's so grasped your attention?"

A bit of red tinged Joey's cheeks, but he answered, "I just feel sort of drawn to you. My mom obviously doesn't care about me enough to see if I'm still alive, and me and you seem to get along so well… I dunno. I'd like to get to know you better but you won't even tell me what you did that was so bad. It can't be as bad as you say it is because you haven't done anything that's made me wonder, you know, if something was off."

Wednesday pursed his lips in thought, then drew his eyebrows together and stalled some more. "We've known each other for two days. Why should I tell you anything?"

"Because I asked and because I promise not to tell anyone."

"What a great reason," Wednesday scoffed, then gave in, "But okay, if you really have to know and if it'll make you leave me alone about it…" In a low voice with no real feeling except slight malevolence, he said, "I killed a girl, about three years ago." At Joey's expression of shock, he nodded, "Yeah, that's right: I killed her. She was lost out there, just like you were, but I didn't take the time to get to know her. I snapped her neck to make her shut up." He smiled ferally. "And then I fucked her, because that's what you do; that's how it's done. Why waste someone like that and not get anything out of it for yourself?" His smile waned slightly. "That was the first time; want me to go on?"

Wide-eyed but silent, Joey nodded.

"Next were my parents. Aggravating fuckers, constantly screaming at each other and fucking drinking and smoking, stinking this entire house up, making the walls yellow with their filth." He ripped the blanket he was playing with. "I had enough the night my dad hit me. Bloodied my fucking lip and I decided that was the last time he'd ever do that. So I slit his throat. I did the same to my mom because she would have called the police. Remember that tombstone where I found you? It was my mom's. I buried them all out there. And that girl that freaked you out earlier was the chick I killed. She plays the whole 'lost soul' shit and tries to make people feel sorry for her, the dumb bitch. Sometimes I regret killing her just because she's fucking annoying." Wednesday scowled at him. "So what d'you think? Shall I prepare you a lunch to go?"

Joey didn't respond. His eyes were glazed and distant. When Wednesday reached out and touched the side of his face, instead of moving away, Joey's entire body went slack and fell forward on him. Wednesday sighed at the fainted boy and gently lay him on his back. He didn't regret telling him; Joey would have found out sooner or later, but he felt bad for giving him such a scare.

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Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key…

'Nymphetamine' by Cradle of Filth

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It was dark outside before Joey finally came to. He felt light-headed, but sat up and found Wednesday sprawled out on the floor beside the bed, asleep. All at once, the conversation they'd had earlier bombarded him and Joey clutched his temples with a quiet groan. He shook his head, then stared at Wednesday, wondering how he could be capable of doing such horrible things. The things he'd done, they were vile, they were gruesome… they were fascinating. A shudder wracked Joey's body and he kneeled down onto the floor beside Wednesday's prone body. Captivated, he touched a dreadlock, running his fingers down to the tip, where he carefully lay it back on the ground.

The word 'monster' invaded Joey's mind, but the longer he stared at Wednesday, the more convinced he became that Wednesday was, in fact, nothing more than a disturbed kid. Joey'd been around disturbed kids before, but never any that had actually acted on those private, withheld emotions. That extreme anger that made one seriously contemplate homicide had never breached the surface of Joey's conscious thoughts, but still, he felt he knew what Wednesday had gone through. He knew how much it hurt to have a father, or, in his case, a father figure, show anything other than acceptance toward him. Wednesday must have had one hell of a temper for something like that to bring him to murder, Joey thought to himself. Cautiously, as if expecting Wednesday to lash out at him, he touched one of the sleeping boy's eyelids.

Wednesday wasn't asleep; he'd been awake ever since Joey had toyed with his hair, but Joey hadn't noticed his eyelids twitch before he'd calmed his nerves. Wednesday listened to Joey breathe, listened as it picked up slightly the more skin he touched. When Joey's fingers trailed down to his lips, Wednesday suddenly licked them.

Joey jumped backward with a scream. He groaned when Wednesday laughed at him and clutched his chest, trying to still his rapidly beating heart. "Jesus Christ, you're going to give me a heart attack."

"Sorry." Wednesday grinned.

"No, you're not."

"Yeah, you're right. You scare so easy, though, how can I resist when you practically throw yourself at me?"

Joey sighed and crawled forward toward him. He stopped when he and Wednesday were facing each other and leaned forward inquisitively. "Were you telling the truth about your parents, or were you just trying to scare me?"

"I was telling the truth. I thought you'd been able to tell that by the way you knocked yourself out. Fell right into my hands. If I were any kind of true serial killer, I could have been done with you right there. But you don't have to worry about that because I would never hurt you." He smoothed one of Joey's eyebrows down. "In fact, I've kinda grown to like you… a lot."

Joey smiled. "Really? That makes me feel good."

"Does it?"

"Uh huh."

Wednesday leaned forward and gripped Joey's hips, easily pulling the light boy into his lap. Joey spread his legs to straddle properly and tried to get his erratic breathing under control, but he was hopelessly afraid and excited.

Wednesday narrowed his eyes and one side of his mouth tilted up into a smirk. "D'you figure fate brought us together, or just your terrible luck?"

Joey squirmed, unintentionally bringing himself closer, until their chests were nearly pressed together. "Fate," he said. His body had that familiar thrumming feeling and he closed his eyes because he was suddenly very dizzy. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Oh, no, not another question."

Joey ignored him. "What stopped you from killing me that night? I was in the same position as that girl, wasn't I?" He reopened his eyes and looked inquiringly at Wednesday.

"You were," Wednesday said and thought for a moment. "It was the way you acted. You were just so totally lost and you knew it, and the way you screamed… I don't really know. It was adorable and I guess I wanted to show you that there was no need to be afraid. I guess there sorta is, though, huh?"

Joey shook his head. "No, no reason to be afraid." He sighed and rested his forehead on Wednesday's shoulder. "You hold the control over whether or not there's a reason, but I don't think there is… All I have to do is try and remember that."

Wednesday hooked his fingers under Joey's chin and moved it up so their eyes would meet. "You will remember that," he said.

Joey nodded and shifted his hips against Wednesday. He sighed shakily, getting more and more uncomfortable with how they were sitting until the lights flickered. He grasped Wednesday's hands in fear when they went out. "I don't like the dark," he whispered.

"It's okay. You're here with me and I won't let anything get you." Wednesday wriggled his hands free of Joey's and reached up to touch Joey's hair. He guided Joey closer to him, until he could feel his breath on his face. Slowly, so as not to scare Joey away, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

Joey whimpered quietly and felt his stomach tighten with nervousness. He twitched and moved his hips against Wednesday's lower belly when Wednesday's tongue came out to taste his lips. Shyly, he opened his mouth and gasped through his nose at the feeling of their slick tongues moving against one another. He shivered and moaned as he felt Wednesday harden beneath him.

The lights flickered again, trying to come back on, and for a split second, Joey saw Wednesday's lust-filled eyes. His body thrummed harder until he felt like he was rocking with the force of it. He was rocking, but only because Wednesday was moving him. Already, Joey felt ready to burst.

"I don't… want to…" Joey groaned and put his hands flat on Wednesday's chest because he'd lost control of his body; Wednesday was in complete control. "Don't want to mess up your clothes," he finally managed to gasp as another shudder ripped through him.

Wednesday kissed him chastely on the side of his mouth. "Don't worry about it."

They moved together, each panting with the simple, unabridged pleasure of what they were doing. Their tongues dueled once more, rapidly pushing and twirling while Wednesday's fingers tightened in the flesh of Joey's hips. The roughness scared Joey, but it also turned him on in a way that was different to anything he'd ever felt. When Wednesday nipped his neck and moved him especially hard against him, Joey tilted his head back and gasped sharply. His entire body stilled as he experienced such an earth-shattering orgasm that he nearly fainted with the intensity of it. He made a noise similar to a sob before he collapsed against Wednesday's chest. That noise alone, that broken utterance brought Wednesday along with him. Wednesday slid onto his back and played with Joey's hair while they caught their breath.

Joey licked the sweat out of the hollow in Wednesday's throat and purred quietly when Wednesday caressed his sweaty head.

"Jesus," Wednesday laughed breathlessly, "You're like a fucking kitten." He rubbed down Joey's back and laughed again when Joey arched it for him. "You have to be the cutest thing I've ever seen."

Cute, Joey thought with a contented smile. He nuzzled beneath Wednesday's chin and sighed, speechless. Somewhere in the back of his mind, his conscience blared warnings at him to watch what he was getting himself into, but at the moment, he just didn't care. He didn't want to think about morals. He didn't want to think about anything. He just wanted to…

Sleep.

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