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Reply to Shelly and SherriPosted to the Roswell Slash list October 11, 2000
TITLE: Subject 101
AUTHOR: Shelly and Sherri
DISCLAIMER: Roswell characters don't belong to us; any other characters do...
FEEDBACK: thrive on it, makes us write more...LOL
AUTHORS NOTE: This is an Alternate Universe story so we're basically making up our history as it goes along. ALSO this story will feature GRAPHIC m/m sex, with a few non-consensual scenes thrown in. If you don't like that kind of stuff, then please don't read it. Chapters that contain graphic sex will be rated NC17.
Jack couldn't sleep. Bad enough that he had nearly killed a kid tonight, but it wasn't even the thought of that which haunted him so much as the image of Max. The boy's beauty and innocence shining through the dirt and bruises. Jack ached for the life the kid led, and for the pain that had shimmered in amber eyes. Too much pain for a teenager to bear. So after tossing and turning for a few hours, Jack rose from his bed, got dressed and headed out. Maggie had given him enough of an idea of where Max lived for Jack to make a go of finding the kid. And find him he would, after all, he was a detective now and if he couldn't find one street kid, then he might as well turn in his shield.
Max slept for a time then he woke with a start to find Jinx still asleep and snoring. So he slipped away and headed out. Nearly dawn and Max felt a moment of peace. In the light of day he wasn't as afraid. Most of the time. And just to be free in the world was enough to make him happy, even though most of the time he was looking over his shoulder, expecting Pierce to jump out of the shadows to drag him back to the White Room.
Should have been hungry, but Max was too wound up to eat. There was a diner he could go to for breakfast, the owner always gave Max a bagel and a coffee and he headed there wanting the caffeine rush and the hot liquid to chase the chill from his soul. The diner was warm and Max smiled as Dotty waved to him. "Morning." he said softly.
"Morning, Max." Dotty replied. Didn't have any customers this early and she motioned Max to the counter. Gasped to see the scrape on his face and the black eye. "What happened to you, child?" Dotty asked, tears glimmering in her eyes. Max was a good kid and she wished that he would accept her help. She was willing to take him in and put him to work. Had a room upstairs where he could live and all, but he refused her offer every time she made it. Max was scared of something. Maybe scared for her, at least that was the impression she got.
"It's nothing." Max whispered, one hand rising to press self consciously against his face. "I'm okay, Dotty."
She sighed. "No...you're not okay, Max." Dotty countered firmly. She bustled about to pour him a large coffee in a Styrofoam cup, then she put a bagel in a napkin for him, smothered in cream cheese, just the way Max liked it, then handed him a paper bag filled with yesterday's leftover donuts and such. Dotty knew that Max looked out for other kids like him. Admired him for it, but hated that he sold himself to get money to do so.
Max almost hugged Dotty for being so generous to him, but he knew that she would hug him back and his ribs were too sore to handle it. "Thank you." he whispered, then he headed out the door. Found his appetite returning as he strolled down the sidewalk and managed to devour the bagel. Dumped the napkin and empty coffee container in a nearby trash can and was almost humming to himself as he headed back home. Max was heading for the alley way that was a short cut to the building when a hand grabbed his arm and hauled him towards a waiting car. Tried to resist but pain lanced through him and he found himself inside, door slamming closed behind him.
"Hello, Max." whispered a whiskey soft voice.
"What do you want?" Max hissed, eyes lifting to lock on Domino's face. Domino was Jamaican and the head whoremaster of this block, as he liked to tell everyone. He had been wanting Max to work for him for the past three months. Max had refused. Didn't want to be *owned* again. Better to chose his own johns. To be his own *master* as it were.
Domino smiled. "You know what I want, Max." he purred. "And you're going to come home with me...or your friend Jinx will be on a slab in the morgue come nightfall. Understand? I know where she is, Max...and I will kill her." Domino had tried every other bribe and threat with the kid and could tell, by the look in Max's amazing amber eyes, that he had finally struck pay dirt.
Max swallowed hard, blinking back the image of Jinx lying dead on a slab. "Why are you doing this?" he asked, desperation coloring his tone. "I'm no good to you. Look...I'm a mess." Raised chin so Domino could see his battered face and patted his ribs. "I'm all wrecked." Max whispered.
"You'll heal." Domino replied, smiling because he knew he had won. "We're going home now, Max. You can shower and I have a beautiful wardrobe that I bought you. We'll fatten you up...oh, and my private physician can look you over." Not so much because of the boy's injuries, but to assure Domino that Max was clean. No diseases and not all torn up so he couldn't fuck him proper. And he would wine and dine and seduce Max while he waited for the boy to heal.
"I hate you!" Max hissed, curling in on himself.
Domino shrugged. "I can live with that." he replied. "All I care about is admiring your pretty face and fucking your tight, white ass. You can hate me all you want, Max. Just so long as I'm buried inside you I don't care what you feel."
Max felt tears burning in his eyes and he blinked them away. Shouldn't have cared so much. Should almost have been grateful. Word on the street was that Domino took care of his lovers. So Max tried to convince himself that this could be a good thing. Maybe he could get money and clothes and food from Domino and have it delivered to Jinx and the others on a daily basis. Would mean sucking up to the man, literally, but Max would do whatever it took to protect the others. They were all the family he had. "If I take care of your needs...will you take care of mine?" Max asked, his voice trembling.
"You make me happy, and I'll give you anything you want, Max." Domino replied. He reached out to touch the boy's face and was pleased when Max didn't flinch. Tapped the window that separated him from the driver and ordered, "Home Marcus. I want to put Max to bed."
As the limo rolled away from the curb, Max shivered.
End of Part 3
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