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Taking Flight (Jett Diamants)

CW: Talks of child abuse, drug use, alcohol use, violence, smut, overstimulation

Jett, at his best, was a flight risk. Impulsive, reckless, and always wandering from one interest to the next. It always end in buying a new phone to avoid the fallout as he moves on, abandoning a house and a life he made with someone to spare them a life with him in it. He prefers it like that, likes the few intense months of lovebombing and obsessing and playing house before he realises they want more from him, they want to know him, and keep him, and hold him - and Jett can't offer those things. So he leaves.

So sitting at the dinner table in an apartment he only remembers the look of in the dark, while a gorgeous woman makes him breakfast and a man showers to get ready for work? It leaves his nerves itching, the bile in his stomach churns and threatens to come up, a migraine laps at his temples... it's all too domestic. He loathes it. He bounces his leg and lights a cigarette before a voice pipes up.

"If that's nicotine I smell before you eat, it better not be." She warns him, and he groans in reply before stubbing it out on his own thigh in a small fit of anger - but he knew better than to upset Sapphire, it'd only anger Elliott. And a part of him didn't like upsetting here either.

A plate of food is placed before him, mouthwatering pancakes with fresh fruits, a glass of orange juice. He mutters out his thanks as his stomach tells him to throw up, to run, to escape, this isn't right, this isn't his life -

His mother was a piece of work... burning one pancake meant she held you down as she forced you to eat it, called him a useless mutt, and then by the end he stared up at the face that made his, how she would soothe him and tell him it was for his own good, if he couldn't manage a pancake, how would anyone love him?

And Jett was just like his mother.

How long until they saw that and realized they despised him too?

His favourite people despising him just hurt too much, so he did what he did best - made them hate him and leave on his own terms.

"Pardon me, Saf..." He clears his throat and stands, maintaining his face, "Have a phonecall to do this, looks good though." He continues to lie smoothly, placing a kiss to her forehead as he heads out onto the balcony to phone the movers - readying to pack up and move country to escape this story he doesn't belong in.

Elliott was fuming. Sure, Jett was some feral shelter animal he picked up and fucked dumb, and he didn't matter in the slightest. Hell, Jett often had periods where he just up and left to come right back, all smiles and purrs. But this?

Sapphire was screaming and crying, she couldn't understand why Jett would abandon them, were they not good enough, did they anger him, did he find people who were better, did he realise how dependent they all were on each other, did -

And Elliott in this moment despised that little bastard.

All the Jett-isms had been slowly moved out right under his nose. His cologne that smelled of tobacco leaves, green sugar cane and Latin spices. His ratty leather jacket that was always slung over the back of the sofa. Even his damn toothbrush was lifted under his nose - and it was infuriating.

"Why would he go!?" She screams between sobs, gripping Elliott's shirt and soaking it with her tears, saliva, and snot.

"He's just having a moment." He whispers, holding the woman close and letting her get it out of her system, "Remember? Jett has low swings where you give him space and he comes right back?"

"He took all his stuff!"

Elliott couldn't spin that so he lied instead, "I told him to do it." Control the narrative, gain the upperhand, it was what he was good at and Jett would soon find out.

The back of his collar was held so tightly it choked him as he was hauled right back to the apartment of his deepest desires. He was crying and shaking, begging Elliott's men to take a bribe, "You can't! no merezco amor!" He sputters out around his crushed windpipe. Then the door is thrown open while Jett is thrown to his lovers' feet, like the miserable catch he is. He looks up, eyes sunken in and bloodshot, beard growing out and hair messy, in his face.

"Pathetic." Elliott mumbles, crouching to grip Jett's hair and make him look at Elliott, "Our pathetic little doll."

"Déjame ir... I can't- this- we-" He fumbles around with the words, marbles rebounding in his mouth with none being perfect for his excuse.

"Let's welcome him home, Saph... maybe he just needs reminded why we keep him so dumb and thoughtless." He stares deep into Jett's eyes, saw the self-loathing there, the one that they regularly fucked dumb out of him.

Sapphire crouches down and caresses Jett's cheek, a direct contrast to the sting on his scalp, "You're home, Claude. Let us take care of you, sweetheart..." She whispers, leaning forward to kiss his cheek as he keens at the use of his middle name.

Jett is crying into Sapphire's breasts, his mouth still wrapped around a nipple and rolling it between his teeth, his hand working the other soft breast as he does his best to breathe between sobs and moans, all while she sighs in pleasure, stroking his hair and whispering praises he desperately needed deep in his soul.

Elliott was behind him, a hand in his hair to encourage him to continue using his mouth on their little gem's breasts and pleasure her, the other keeping a vice-like grip on the man's hip with the intent to bruise it, a permanent reminder of who handles him. His cock bullied into Jett's tight ass, slick with lube and so tight it strangled his length in a pleasing way that nothing else compares to. Relentless in his pace, pounding into that little spot that makes Jett dumb and high on pleasure, makes him a cockdrunk little whore that can do nothing but chase pleasure.

With every time that Elliott bottomed out into Jett, listening to the man whimper and moan pathetically, it forced Jett's cock right back into Sapphire's slick cunt, where it always stretched her out just right, his piercings rolling over every grain of pleasure in her gummy heat while his tip pounded against that spot that made her see stars behind her eyelids - it was a debauched sight - his two lovers coming undone because of him.

Sapphire moans loudly, her back arching as she feels Jett's cock pummel into her, and she reaches her hand down to roll Jett's sensitive pierced nipples between her fingers and tug. They meet eyes and she sees Jett's glassy, tearful eyes as he chases his pleasure, empty and devoid of thought, devoid of the silly ideas that he should leave - no they were the greatest drug he could take, and they would ensure that addiction was fed. Keep him coming around.

Fat, white globs of release paint over Sapphire's cunt, as Jett's mouth unlatches from her breast for him to cry out in bliss, his every muscle convulsing and cheeks flushing as he can't hold himself up anymore. She coos as he fills her up with sticky warmth, but Elliott forces him to keep fucking her through his orgasm, causing Jett to cry and his brain to start to go fuzzy, his hands balled into fists in an effort to not start sobbing from the overstimulating. Cunt, ass, nipples, praise- it's all too much and he loves it, on a pink cloud unlike any other.

Elliott repositions Jett's hips, using him as a toy for Sapphire, and bullies the cock into her just right. Watches as her face contorts in pure bliss and she moans his name like a prayer, as her legs lock around Jett's hips, locking Elliott's grip onto Jett's hips, and then the thighs tense and shake and he chuckles. Three hard, brutal thrusts later he watches her face as she cums with a high pitch, keening wail - and Jett sighs and sobs as her cunt flutters around his soft cock, milking him for all he's worth.

The sight is so perfect that Elliott himself cums on the spot, forcing Jett's arse back tight against his pelvis while he bottoms out into the tight arsehole and fills it up with his spend. Enjoying how the sexdrunk addict claws at the blankets, sinks his teeth into Sapphire's skin to suck hickeys into it, tries to gain a semblance of reality that they won't let him slip into again after this little stunt.

Pulling out with a grunt, he strokes Jett's back and mumbles, "Good boy... that's it... just our good boy, never wanted to leave did ya..."

Sapphire giggles breathlessly and kisses the top of Jett's head, "So perfect for us, Claude... don't you wanna stay and be loved like this forever?"

Jett's eyes close, the words, voices, praises all muddled under a sea of pink pleasure as his high tingles across his body, while he feels lighter than air and drinks in saccharine sweet love that his heart needs.

And Jett's an addict.

He'll always come right back for more.

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