Part 37: Soldier 76 x Vincent - Remember Me
Rating: MODERATE
Author's Note: I decided to write a deep story about Jack's history with Vincent, in celebration of this confirmation of his sexuality. If you don't like the idea of Jack being bottom, I would suggest giving this story a miss. If the writing is in italics, then it is set in PRESENT time. If it is regular, then it is set in the PAST. Regarding content, Jack is grieving the deterioration of his relationship with his former flame and is questioning whether his dedication to Overwatch was worth that cost.
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He ran his hand through his hair as he remembered, the silver strands effortlessly flowing through his fingers. His head in his hands, stroking the scar above his left eye, he looked down at the old photograph of them. He felt emotion run through him, as he sat down on his sofa, clutching the delicate picture frame in his hand, dark thoughts consuming his brain, poisoning his mind.Jack stood, nostalgia sleeping through him as he made his way through his empty apartment, wandering through the hall way as if it was the very first time he had been there. He remembered running his lips up and down the neck of his lover, pushing him against those very walls, the way he used to say his name.
'Jack' he would cry out, begging for him to take him, love him, forever and always. If only he could give him what Vincent wanted, if only he'd put him first rather than the world. Perhaps they would have died, but at least it would have been in the arms of the other.
Tears blurred his vision, as his nails ran down the wall, touching where they once were.. Where he once was...
Jack needed a glass of scotch, parched from this attack of memories, depriving him of the fluid he needed to continue existing in this purgatory state.
'Now I like a man that can drink a scotch without a chaser' the man smiled, taking a stool next to the Overwatch poster boy. He didn't recognise Jack, or maybe, he just didn't care.
Jack blushed under the intensity of his gaze, desire consuming his soul.
'Not much of a talker, are you?' the man inquired, a low, sexy chuckle following his question.
'I choose my words wisely' Jack responded, looking over at what the handsome man was drinking. It looked like a gin and tonic... Could be worse.
'You also choose your drinks wisely' the man flirted, a grin spreading over his face.
'Finally, a man who can recognise the intelligent person I am' Jack chuckled, turning to face the stranger.
'Vincent' the man said, extending a hand, shrouding his hand in his heat.
'Jack' he replied, intertwining his fingers with Vincent's, smiling over at him.
Jack held the photograph close to his chest, with a bottle of scotch pressed closely next to it. It was the same brand he had drank the day he had met Vincent. He collapsed on his bed, remembering where he once lay next to him, stroking the pillow where he once rested his beautiful face.
Quick thrusts, over and over, filling his body with an inexplicable love, a knot forming in his stomach.
'Vincent' Jack cried, needing release, as Vincent took his pulsating member in his sweaty hands.
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Overwatch Fantasies
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