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Caged	By : Jackee Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > 30 Seconds to Mars Views: 2249 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Caged, part 3/?
Author: Jackie
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jonathan Rhys Meyers/Jared Leto kiss, Jake Gyllenhaal/Jared Leto kiss
Warnings: Usage of the F-word, if you have to be picky.
Disclaimer: I don’t know Jared or the other people mentioned in this story, I don’t know their sexual preferences and I don’t mean any disrespect to them. This is purely fiction and has never happened.

Cage wasn’t the slightest bit amused at being faced with the matter of two uncontrollable boys so early in the day. The guards reported the incidence and what had been said and done by the boys that they still held tightly, even though the anger respectively provocative delight had faded away the very second that Cage set his cold steel-blue eyes on them. Both felt foolish for their actions and they had no doubt in their mind that the punishment would be quite severe.

“I’m very disappointed in you,” Cage said as he stood in front of them. “Both of you, behaving no better than insolent children!”

Jonathan and Jared kept their heads bowed and eyes focused on the floor in a submissive manner, neither even dared to make the slightest move as they let Cage’s words sink into their heads. Jared only listened with one ear, he wanted Cage to be done with his speech and get to the punishment already, but he’d be damned if his impatience showed. He noticed that Cage had stopped speaking and shifted his gaze anxiously from his own bare feet to Jonathan’s and then back again.

“Kiss and make up.”

Both boys stared up at him with huge eyes, wondering if they’d heard it correctly. He didn’t repeat his orders, just stood there and waited for them to obey him. The guards had released their holds on them and the boys glanced apprehensively at each other. Jonathan was the braver one and he slowly moved closer to Jared and placed his lips against his, holding them there for a moment before backing up to his former place.

Cage was not impressed.

“I am quite aware that you both can kiss better than that,” he stated with a smirk.

Jared’s cheeks turned slightly pink and Jonathan looked away for a moment in embarrassment before once again stepping closer to the other. He pressed his soft, full lips tightly against Jared’s thinner ones and nibbled softly on Jared’s bottom lip, then opened his mouth to let his tongue come out slightly, running it across Jared’s lips until he opened up as well. Jonathan plunged his tongue into the hot mouth and did the things he usually did with Cage, and Jared wasn’t late to join in. Their tongues wrestled for awhile, their mouths were locked together and both kept their eyes closed, unable to look at each other. When they thought they’d done it long enough, they broke away with a soft kissing sound and turned to face Cage again, both resisting the urge to wipe their mouths with their hands in a childish display of the disgust they felt.

“Very good, boys.”

Jared cast him a curious glance. Cage was acting really strange, first with keeping him over the night and now being sort of mellow in his attitude instead of going straight for the beating. He didn’t trust it one bit, it felt like a trap. Cage moved towards Jonathan who kissed him obediently, before moving over to Jared. As Cage kissed him possessively, he moved his hand up to Jared’s head to move some of his hair away from his neck then drew the high collar down enough to make the bitemarks hidden there visible for everyone to see.

Jared felt like wanting to drop dead while Jonathan couldn’t help but stare at them.

**

The punishment wasn’t at all like they had imagined. They’d expected beatings and isolation, like usual, but soon found themselves standing in the desert outside of Cage’s property, with shovels in their hands and the beginning of a soon-to-be huge hole at their feet. The mid-day sun was unbearably hot despite it being the end of December, the wind almost non-existent and the sweat poured down their bodies like waterfalls as they continued to dig. They had removed their shirts some hour prior and used the cloths frequently to wipe the sweat from their faces.

Jonathan caught himself several times looking at Jared; how the long, lean muscles in his back and arms moved while the somewhat tanned skin glistened in the sun. A few marks – bruises, bite marks and hickeys – covered parts of the body but Jared didn’t bother to try and hide them anymore. His face had turned slightly red from the heat and effort, the eyeliner had smudged out over the cheekbones from all the times he’d wiped his face, his long hair clung to his skin, and the pink lips were slightly parted as he panted.

He had to admit that Jared had grown up to become quite pretty; no wonder Cage used him.

“So… how long have you two been fucking? ‘Cause I take it that’s what he’s been doing with you.”

“Shut up.”

“Can’t blame me for being curious.”

“Is that so? I’ll let him know that you’re interested, then,” Jared said with an angry glare before continuing to dig.

Jonathan wrinkled his nose, “I’d rather yank my eyes out with a spoon than to let him do anything like that with me. I feel like throwing up just thinking about the damn kisses! Gave him a blowjob once, I’ve told you that, and it’s…” Jonathan paused as he remembered the night he had said it; Jared had asked the others if Cage had done more than kissing them. “So that’s when he started fucking you, isn’t it?”

Jared grabbed his shovel hard with both hands and had to force himself to not give into the temptation of repeatedly swinging it against Jonathan’s head.

“Can’t you just shut the hell up?!”

He wasn’t even aware that he had raised his voice until their guard demanded them to back off from each other and continue to dig.

Jonathan smirked; Jared’s reaction had been enough. He did feel a little bad for him, after all, Jared must’ve been through some awful experiences, but Jonathan supposed his mind was still a bit detached from the entire situation. And as long as Cage didn’t touch him, he was satisfied. ’Rather Jared than me.’

He ran his fingers through his own shoulder-length brown hair before wiping the back of his hand across his brow. He glanced up at the sun, trying to calculate the time of the day by its position. It wasn’t zenith anymore but still pretty damn close, and he held back a sigh as he thought of the remaining hours.

They weren’t allowed to drink water or have breaks other than to catch their breaths. Both of them were quite fit due to Cage’s orders of a daily exercise program under the surveillance of Mr. Dafoe, but without any food, water or breaks, it was as clear as the sky that Cage intended to break them this way, because obviously the former sorts of punishments hadn’t worked. Jonathan just hoped that neither of them would pass out from heat stroke or something.

A harsh shout from their guard let him know he’d been idle for too long and he took a steady grip on the shovel and resumed the digging.

*

Jared held back a pained hiss as the monotone movements started to get to his weary body. His rear still hurt from being with Cage and the rest of his body was now feeling just as sore. He felt light-headed, most likely due to lack of water in this heat, and he gasped as his vision began to swirl. He went down to his knees and leaned onto the handle of the shovel which was firmly placed in the sand. His mouth was as dry as the air around them and while his body wanted to react to the strain by making him vomit he just didn’t have the energy to do so.
Jonathan gave him a worried look, “You alright?”

Stupid question.

Jared didn’t deem it worthy of an answer.

Their new guard, whom had replaced the other one only about an hour prior, watched them but didn’t say anything and Jonathan took it as a sign that they – or atleast Jared – were allowed to have a break. Considering the position of the sun – and the size and depth of their hole – it would be around five o’clock; it surprised him that they both lasted so long in the desert heat. He put his own shovel aside and went to Jared.

“Come on, there’s some shade over there,” Jonathan mumbled as he manoeuvred one of Jared’s arms around his shoulders.

Jared didn’t seem fully aware of what they were doing but Jonathan managed to get him up to his feet and half-supported, half-dragged him over to the side of the hole. Once they reached their destination, Jonathan let go of him from sheer exhaustion and Jared landed in a heap on the ground, the sand and dirt sticking to his sweaty frame as he took quick, shallow breaths.

Jonathan sat down beside him, attempting to catch his own breath, surprised and annoyed over his body’s sudden weakness, while absentmindedly running his hand back and forth between Jared’s shoulder blades for a few minutes before helping him up into a sitting position with his back against the sand wall.

Their guard had come closer to them and Jonathan looked up at him with hopeful eyes, “Please, we need some water!”

The man shook his head. “Against my orders,” he said, a strange accent lilting his voice. “I will allow you to rest for awhile, but no water.”

Jonathan couldn’t help but to mouth the word ‘motherfuck’ but he supposed they would have to be grateful that the guard granted them a few minutes of rest. He knew some of the other guards wouldn’t give a fuck and would force them to continue with the damn digging until they actually passed out; that seemed like something Cage wouldn’t object to. More likely than not it’s probably what Cage wanted, only this guard was kind enough to not wanting to see it happen.

His mouth was dry and his tongue had swollen up; he tried to think of delicious food to have his saliva production back in business again but all it gave him were loud noises from his belly. He sighed and glanced over at Jared, he certainly didn’t look like he’d get back up on his feet anytime soon. He gently prodded him with a finger.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me now, you hear?”

Jared grunted as he forced his eyes open. His body was cooling down slightly and although his vision was still covered with dark spots he didn’t feel as light-headed as before. He didn’t dare to try and move until things cleared up further, though.

They got to rest for a surprisingly long time before the guard demanded them to continue. The air had turned cooler and the wind was picking up speed, but their tired bodies soon got covered with a new layer of sweat. They worked until the sun had settled and the sky filled with stars before they heard someone approaching.

Jonathan turned his head and glanced up. Mr. Dafoe, Cage’s right hand, talked silently with the guard, no doubt asking how things had been going and if the brunettes had gotten along. All the boys liked Mr. Dafoe; he was strict but always kind and supportive. Jonathan couldn’t imagine why a man like him would choose to work for someone like Cage, but he and the others were grateful for his presence.

Dafoe turned to inspect the rather deep hole before smiling at the blue-eyed brunettes.

“You boys have done quite a good job,” he said before showing them two bottles of water in his hand. “Come up here and drink a little.”

Both boys smiled in relief to see the bottles and made their way over; Jonathan had to help Jared as he still was pretty weak. Dafoe demanded them to drink slowly and it took all they had to obey and not just shove the liquid down their throats. They both knew without having to ask that they weren’t supposed to have water, but they were thankful that Dafoe was brave enough to go against orders every now and then.

“You have until midnight, three hours, to fill the hole,” Dafoe said as he collected the now empty bottles. “I suggest that you put everything you have into it because you wouldn’t like to find out what happens if you don’t manage to do it until then.”

Jared turned to take a look at the hole; it didn’t look quite as big as it felt when standing in it. His eyes met Jonathan’s and they gave each other a slight nod; they could do it.

*

The three hours passed quickly, but the boys had managed to fill the hole by the time Dafoe came back to fetch them. The man gave them a wide smile and placed his hands on their shoulders.

“Time to head back.”

“Let me guess… we’ll get to have one of those wonderful nights in isolation now?” Jonathan asked dryly.
“Right on the spot.”

Jared had a fleeting thought of what Cage might have had in mind if they hadn’t completed the task, but immediately shoved the ideas away; he didn’t want to think of such things.

Dafoe and the guard brought them to the basement of the grand estate, where Jonathan and Jared got locked up in separate isolation rooms, which were small, dark, damp and cold. They had a small toilet in one corner and a thin old mattress along the opposite wall.

Although one wouldn’t be able to hear anything from the next room, even if the person in it screamed at the top of his lungs, some weird sounds that Jared couldn’t identify could be heard from time to time and he remembered how scared he used to be the first times he’d been sent here, and the nightmares he used to have. But this time, all he could think about was to put on his filthy shirt for warmth and lie down and sleep, even if it was on the old smelly mattress. In the back of his head he noted that he must have grown quite a bit since last time he’d been in isolation as he couldn’t stretch out and even had to bend his knees as the room was too tiny.

*

He didn’t know for how long he had slept but he was sure it was way past morning. The room was still dark as night, not one ray of light managed to squeeze past the heavy door, but he figured someone would come by any minute now to let him out, as it would be ridiculous if he had to spend another night in that room. He shivered from the cold and sat up, leaning back against the wall as he pulled his knees up against his chest and put his arms around them to keep warm. He was so thirsty; although he would be denied food for the entire day, he’d still be allowed water.

His door opened with a loud squeak and a guard ordered him to get out. He glanced around the barely lit hallway at the other doors, one of which still held Jonathan. It would seem he had to stay down here for another few hours, or in worst case another night. Jared was too tired to care, and after all, it had been the other’s fault for them being here in the first place.

The guard took him up to the boys’ bedroom, which was currently empty as Ryan and Jake were either having breakfast or lunch, or out doing some exercising, and he certainly didn’t mind. He found a glass of water on the small table between his and Jake’s beds and he almost threw himself over it. The guard demanded that he’d drink it slowly as Jared otherwise would have just gulped it down. The clear fluid felt wonderful in his mouth, he held it there for a moment, savouring the fresh feel of it then slowly let it slide down his throat like a soft caress. It was pure bliss.

Once he was done, the guard took the glass and left the room. Jared undressed and crawled into his bed. He was mentally exhausted but too uncomfortable with his dirty body to relax enough to fall asleep. His index finger started to draw random patterns in the sheets as he waited for time to pass, eventually he’d either fall asleep by boredom or a guard would let him out to shower.

He jumped slightly as the door opened, he turned his head to watch Jake enter with a worried look on his face. Jared turned his head back to hide his frown; he loved Jake and was glad for his company but he feared the other boy would start asking questions he’d rather not answer. Jake sat down next to him and he moved over so his friend could lie down next to him. The bed clearly wasn’t designed for two young adults so they almost had to lie on top of each other to fit. Jared didn’t mind the close contact and he was glad that Jake wasn’t concerned with his current unwashed state.

Jake produced a sandwich wrapped in a napkin from under his shirt and Jared eagerly accepted it and started to eat; he hadn’t realised just how hungry he was until he’d set his eyes on the bread. Jake let him eat in silence, he let his eyes roam over Jared’s pretty face and toned body while he waited patiently for Jared to finish. Jared noticed Jake’s eyes wander over him but supposed he was looking for signs of the usual punishments.

“Thanks a lot,” he said after he had swallowed the last bite and handed over the napkin to his friend to dispose of.

“That’s what friends are for,” Jake said as he looked into Jared’s eyes.

Jared smiled and sighed contentedly while waiting for Jake to start voicing his questions. Jake chewed on his lip for a moment before he gestured to Jared’s body.

“So what did Cage do to you? I don’t see any fresh bruises…”

“We had to dig a hole for the entire day,” Jared couldn’t help but to chuckle a little as to how strange that sounded even to his own ears. He held up his hands for Jake to inspect as he added, “Got blisters on my blisters and everything.”

Jake smiled a little as he carefully took one of the hands and started to carefully rub the areas between the blisters. Jared moaned with appreciation.

“Digging a hole doesn’t really sound like anything he would come up with,” Jake said quietly after a moment as he started to massage to other hand. “I mean… he’s always given brutal beatings, to the point where I think he enjoyed it so much that he’d just waited for us to give him a reason to do it. Sounds weird for him to change tactics.”

“Maybe he’s beginning to realise that we can take our beatings better than he’d ever imagined. This was far more effective, I think… I certainly don’t want to do it again anytime soon.”

“Best behave, then,” Jake said with a twinkle in his eyes. They smiled at one another for a moment as Jake stopped rubbing Jared’s hand in favor of his arm. “Was that all to it? Digging a hole and a night downstairs?”

Jared hesitated for a moment, then mumbled, “He made me kiss Jonathan.”

Was it his imagination or did Jake’s eyes darken for a moment?

“’Kiss and make up’ I think his words were. In front of the guards and everything. So fucking embarrassing.”

Jake didn’t say anything but just let his hand move back and forth across Jared’s arm and shoulder blade. Jared moved closer into his friend’s embrace and wrapped his legs around Jake’s. He felt safe and secure like this. Jake thankfully didn’t ask him about the previous night, the other boy most likely felt that it was a subject best asked at another time. He felt his eyes start to droop and he was close to falling asleep when he heard Jake whisper, “I want to kiss you.”

Jared’s eyes were wide open as he pulled back slightly to look at Jake. Did he just say…?

“Please…?”

Jared didn’t, couldn’t, say anything but he didn’t move away when Jake closed the distance between them. It felt strange to have Jake’s lips on his own. They weren’t pushy and demanding like Cage’s, and they weren’t forced like Jonathan’s. Jake’s were…shy, curious, exploring. They were like soft caresses, asking for permission isntead of just taking and Jared couldn’t hold back a soft moan at the strange feelings. He didn’t know kissing could feel like this. Jake nibbled on his lower lip before placing soft kisses at the corner of his mouth, finding it strange and a little unnerving that Jared didn’t respond by kissing back or pulling away but continued kissing for as long as he was allowed.

Jared hesitated for a long moment before he apprehensively started to kiss back, imitating Jake’s style as he placed his hands on Jake’s shoulders, his fingers lightly caressing the base of his neck. Jake let out a sigh of relief at Jared’s response and licked along the seam of his mouth in a silent request to deepen the kiss. Jared obliged and Jake gently pushed his tongue inside where it was greeted by Jared’s. Jake’s hands started to explore Jared’s bare upper body just as gently and respectfully as he was kissing and Jared closed his eyes and just let himself feel. Jake was inexperienced – Jared almost let out a sob when he realised just how experienced he himself was – the other boy fumbled a little in his attempts to find out what best pleased his friend; Jared liked it but yet he started to panic. He tried to tell himself he was silly, after all – this was Jake! But he had to end it.

With a final kiss, Jared gently pushed Jake away. He hid his anxieties behind a smile and leaned into Jake’s embrace, hiding his face from view as his smile turned into a frown. Jake held him tightly with his fingers running through Jared’s hair, blissfully unaware of the chaos inside his best friend’s head.

To Be Continued…
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