Until We Bleed (boyxboy)

Dreams

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! I DON'T WANT YOU HERE!"

Jacob received blow after blow from his father. His face stung like a thousand bees had stabbed him with their stingers. He fell onto his back from the shock of being hit.

His vision was fuzzy and he saw threes. Blinking to clear his vision, Jacob saw movement in front of him. The drumming in his ears from his beating heart seemed to increase the adrenaline in his body. He moved on autopilot and grabbed the foot that was about to stomp on his chest.

For years, he's been compliant with his father. He didn't talk back and kept his nose clean. Only, he wasn't as clean as anyone thought.

The fear was gone from his body as he stared directly into his father's eyes. Jacob saw the surprise in the man's eyes. "Beat me and I'll retaliate." Jacob snarled at his father. Shoving the foot away, Jacob climbs back to his feet.

Standing taller than his father, Jacob stared directly into his eyes. "If I were you, I wouldn't try to ruin yourself by being a homophobic maniac that beat his own son. Try anything and I'll tell the press and you'll be ruined." Jacob growled in his father's face. "I'm packing my things." he said before leaving the living room.

Jacob ignored the looks he got from his mother and brother. He could feel how judging they were. As he walked up the stairs, he caught sight of his brother, Nathan, smirking. His little brother was happy that the good son was finally gone. There wasn't anyone to be compared to anymore.

Reaching his bedroom door, he lost all control of his emotions. Fresh hot tears streamed down his face. His cheeks throbbed from the assault but he could care less. It was better this way.

"They're safer away from me." Jacob whispered as he opens the door and enters his room.

Only, he entered a black void that sucks him in. The air in his lungs burned as if he swallowed acid. He tried to scream as he was thrown into the darkness but couldn't.

'SOMEONE HELP ME!' Jacob cried in his mind as he searched for anything to grab. He clawed at the darkness around him, hoping to snag onto anything. But it was no use. There was nothing.

Jacob expected to fall forever. He thought that this was his punishment for all that he's done.

Then he hit the ground.

The ground was hard, made of cement. Loose gravel dug into his skin, bit deep until he bled. He feels his clothes soak up the sweat and blood that wasn't his own.

'No. No.' Jacob thought as he realizes in a panic where he was.

Suddenly, the darkness was gone. Blinding lights shined on him, putting him in the spotlight. The silence was replaced with the roaring cheers of bloodthirsty men and women. His fancy clothes were now just gym shorts and tape wrapped around his knuckles.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Feast your eyes on the Champion of the ring! Jacob the Jackal!"

Horror filled his body when he recognized the voice. He turns around and is filled with icy terror. Standing in front of him was Gabriel. The angel of death. The man wore a navy blue suit that defined his muscles and handsome face.

"I escaped you. I escaped you!" Jacob screamed.

A big grin grew on Gabriel's face. "You can never escape me." he taunted. "Now let's fight!" he yelled into the microphone.

Jacob turns around to face his opponent and let out a cry. "Louis." he cried at the sight of his best friend. His late best friend. "I didn't want to kill you. But you tried to kill me." he cried helplessly.

His friend was a six foot tall African American. Jacob and Louis were best friends since middle school. But when Louis got to high school, he changed. The man turned reckless and dangerous. Jacob didn't realize how messed up his friend became. (Oh how Jacob regretted following Louis that day.)

"Yet you were the one who snapped my neck." Louis said. He tilts his head till it bent at an odd angle. Jacob could hear his neck snap. 'I didn't mean to.' Jacob thought as he prepares for an attack. 'I just wanted to live.' he thought.

With an inhuman roar, Louis ran full speed at Jacob. "I just wanted to live!" Jacob screamed as he prepares to be bulled over.

When Louis made contact with Jacob, he phased right through him. His body turned to smoke and faded away like he was never there. It felt as if a mist was brushing his skin. Though a moment later, horrible pain spread through his chest as if he was shot.

He could barely breathe. Jacob clutched his chest and collapses to his knees. 'I'm sorry.' Jacob thought. Closing his eyes, he allows himself to fall into the darkness.

All he felt was the cold. His skin was frozen solid. He couldn't move if he tried. Not even a twitch.

'I didn't want to kill anyone. But I had to.' Jacob thought as he waits for death.

Bracing for the cold hair of death, he didn't expect to feel a warm palm press against his back. The warmth spread from his back to his entire body. The stiffness in his limbs loosened till he could move again.

Slowly, Jacob climbs up to his feet. The warm hand braces Jacob to keep him from falling.

"There. There. Take it easy." spoke the familiar voice of a certain cowboy.

Jacob looks up to see that the hand was attached to the handsome rancher. A warm smile was on Bucky's face as he stared down at Jacob. "Don't worry. Nothing is going to happen to you." Bucky promised as he brings his hands up to caress Jacob's face.

For the first time, Jacob smiled at the man. He didn't feel any fear or suspicion toward the man. Just . . . calmness.

Bucky pulls Jacob in till their lips were just centimeters a part. But when they touched lips, Jacob woke up.

With a gasp, Jacob sits up from his bed. Sweat coated his body and stained his sheets. "Fuck." Jacob thought as he clutched his aching head. 'My dreams have never ended like this.' he thought, suddenly noticing another change in his body. His dick had grown hard in his sleep and was standing up straight. "Aw fuck." Jacob repeated.