Welcome Home (Jacksepticeye x Egos)

Chapter 7

(A/N Written by @CaddyCorner and Enterthetadpole)

Jackieboy Man huffs as he rubs his tired eyes, forced to listen to the rhythmic bang of Anti's headboard against their shared wall. He tightens his hood around his face, fruitlessly attempting to block out both the nose from next door and the light fluttering from his window. The late night of vigilant security are wearing on his nerves, and Anti is just the one to break him.

The noise stops unceremoniously, but Jackie's boiling temper doesn't. Arms crossed as he lays among his blue and red sheets, he continues to huff, fury stirring in his chest. He hears a quiet bang of a door, and deciding Anti's fuck buddy must have left, Jackie springs from his bed, intent on confronting the green haired man.

Jackie stomps from his room, pounding on Anti's door a moment later. Fists on his hips, he waits in silence for Anti to show his face, already crafting a speech on the injustice of keeping him up. There's not a peek from inside the room, so Jackie knocks harder. Still, there's nothing.

Jackie groans loudly, reaching to wiggle the doorknob until Anti is forced to notice him. He's shocked to find the door isn't lock, the knob turning easily with his grasp. He takes a breath, preparing himself to face Anti inside his own space, before shoving the door open.

His mouth is open to yell his first proclamation about decency, but the words dry in his mouth, only a gasp passing his lips. Jameson is sprawled out on Anti's bed, completely naked and littered with bites and bruises. The skin of his thighs, bottom, and wrists is an angry red, all covered in a sheen of sweat. Drool has dried in his facial hair, sticky white on his pale tummy.

Jackie closes the door quickly behind him, for Jameson's sake, rushing over to the man. Jameson is breathing in long, steady passes, small snores coming from his parted lips. Jackie presses two fingers against his pulse point, trying to avoid the marks covering his pale throat. He sighs with relief when he feels a steady thump.

The man's rage returns tenfold as he grabs a discarded blanket from the floor, gently wrapping the mute in the silky, black blanket. He adjusts him so the teal haired man's head is on the pillow, insuring he is lying comfortably, before giving him a reassuring pat on the head. He spins on his heels, storming from the room to find Anti. If he isn't in his room, then there is really only one other place he could be. He races down the stairs, heading towards the back of the house.

Jackieboy man adjusts his hoodie as he heads sure footed towards the patio. His blue eyes narrow underneath his mask as he catches sight of the green haired man pacing by the pool. His nose crinkles in disgust as the large puff of cigarette smoke leaves Anti's mouth as he continues to walk back and forth, as if trying to rid himself of a nasty shadow.

"What the actual fuck, Anti?" Jackieboy spits as he gets close enough for the green eyes to connect with his angry gaze.

"Is there a problem with me smoking outside now too?" the man replies back, his face in a scowl as he glares. "Or are you just wanting to start more shit today?"

The superhero pushes back the desire to punch Anti in the nose, but just barely. The need to find out what happened is much more important.

"This isn't about your cancer sticks," he continues. "It's about whatever the hell you did to Jameson. You both were loud as hell, and I just came out of your room. He's black and blue all-"

"You went into my room?" Anti roars, his fists balling up in clear rage at the intrusion. "I should fucking kill you where you stand!"

Jackieboy actually laughs at this threat, very well aware that of all the others in the house, he's the only one that can fully take him on in a fight. Even if Anti cheated as much as he could, the brown haired man knew that he could win.