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Brave Submission	By : SeasonofSons Category: S through Z > Sons of Anarchy Views: 3094 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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   Juice rolled over, squeezing his eyes shut when he realized Tig wasn't there to hold him when he woke from his nightmare. Tears welled from under his shut eyelids. He knew he would regret this decision... But it was the only way. He could save the club this way... And save himself. In a weird way, it was comforting, going back to the life he knew as a teen... But it still ached. He thought he'd finally found a home in SAMCRO... Just maybe... Only to have it ripped from him.
   Tig tossed and turned all night. Jax slept in the other bed in his room, knowing Tig wouldn't be okay alone. Early that morning, about the time Juice was stepping into the shower to shave himself clean, Tig sat up. "I can't let him do this." He said. Jax, who'd been up all night worrying about Tig, looked over. "You can't do anything to stop it... Even if you do... What good will that do? Clay won't let him come home with us."

"Then he'll kick me out too." Jax frowned. "Tig..."

"I'm telling him... I'm telling him the truth. That me and Juicy are lovers... I can't let Juice sell himself for a fucking gun deal, Jax..."

"Clay will fucking kill you." He whispered. He rose and padded over to Tig, crawling into bed with him. "Come on... Sleep, Tigger." He whispered, pulling Tig into his arms and lying down with him. He kissed his mouth gently and held him close until Tig finally drifted to sleep.
   Juice sat in the room patiently that Wednesday, his body stripped bare of all clothing and hair save for the bit on his head. He had his arms wrapped around his knees. They'd given him a handful of oxycodone pills ten minutes previous. His eyes were red from crying, but he knew Trevalore wouldn't mind that much, if at all. A typed document sat next to him, outlining the terms of the deal he wanted to make with Trevalore. He couldn't help but wonder if Clay, Tig, and Jax were still in New York, or on their way back to Charming.
   At the same time, Tig awoke in a cold sweat, yelling Juice's name. Jax rushed back in from outside, his expression panicked. "Tig!" He shouted. Tig slumped, putting his face in his hands. Shivers wracked his body as he struggled to fight free of the hold his nightmare had on him. Jax took him in his arms, trying to calm him down. Clay entered, scowling. "What the fuck is going on?" He snarled. Jax looked to him. "Get out of his face. Please, Clay." Jax whispered, trying to sound respectful, but wanting to kill his step father for what he'd done. "You really wanna tell me to get out of here? Fuck off, Jackson. What the fuck is wrong with you, Tig?" Tig didn't answer, his face buried in Jax's shoulder.
   The door opened and Trevalore stepped into the room, a small smirk on his face. "My Juan..." He whispered, opening his arms. Juice crawled over to him, his head hung low, baring his muscly back. Trevalore scooped him into a standing position and caught his mouth in a rough kiss. He shoved Juice onto the bed and began to strip out of his own clothing.
   As Juice felt the first penetration of his old client, across town Clay was pressing Tig and Jax for more details as to what was wrong with Tig.

   "He's having a bad day, okay?" Jax snapped. Clay shook his head, shoving past him and into the room again."He's been having a bad few fucking days." He mumbled as he sat with Tig. "Are you this freaked out over the fucking Prospect?" He asked. Tig nodded pathetically. "I can't help it." He whispered. "Why not? He's just a fucking kid, Tig..."

"He's selling himself to make things easy on us... And you won't help him."

"What am I going to do? Fucking go up there and tell him it was all a joke and to come home? No. He doesn't belong in SAMCRO. We wear black, not fucking rainbow." Tig snapped his head up, his eyes furious. "Quit fucking saying that shit! He isn't a fucking faggot! He's a fucking human, Clay! And he'd do anything to save this fucking club, even knowing he's never getting in! That's more than you could ever fucking do!" He put his hands up to his eyes in fists, his teeth gritted. He rose then and began to yank on his clothes. "I'm going to get him. Fuck you, Clay. And if the rest of our brothers are as shallow as you... Would let a kid sell himself to save a fucking gun deal... You might as well find a new Sarge." He snarled, walking out the door.

   Clay gaped after him. Jax shook his head. "He's in love with him, Clay..." He whispered. "How can you be such a fucking asshole..." He shook his head. "Tig is your best friend... Think about it... Will you cut him because he's into... Everything? You've known for a while that Tig would fuck anything, men included... Why is he still in SAMCRO?"

"Cause he's worth it."

"So is Juice. Who cares if he's fucked guys, still fucks them occasionally.. Come on, we think Tig fucked a dog once... And Happy... Fuck, he'll fuck anything with a hole... None of us are normal... What does wanting an occasional dick matter?" Clay shook his head, still trying to hold his ground, but slipping. "I can't... The by-laws..."

"Can be changed. We've let them slide for Tig for years... Let them go a little more for Juice... Please, Clay... You can't let that kid do this. Juice is SAMCRO... Gay or straight.. He's what you and my father longed for in members... Ultimate loyalty... You got it... And you're letting it go because he can suck a cock? Really?" Clay sighed, rubbing his temples. "What will we do? There's no cameras set up, nothing... If we bust that shit up... We're back to square one."

"We'll figure it out, Clay."
   Trevalore pulled Juice into a rough kiss, splitting open his lip on his teeth. Juice whimpered but relaxed in his arms. The man had been using him for nearly three hours already. Juice's body was welted with cuts and covered with bruises and bite marks.

   Trevalore flipped him and grabbed the handcuffs he'd laid on the table, hooking Juice to the head of the bed. "Spread..." He purred. Juice opened his legs, closing his eyes. All he could see was Tig, their last look... Such pain. He knew the man deserved more though... This was where he belonged. The small Latino winced as Trevalore pushed in without lubricant, tearing his abused body a little further.



   "You've lost your touch...." Trevalore snarled in his ear. "I'm sorry, Sir..." The older man slapped Juice hard across the face. "Why are you looking at me?" Juice squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm sorry, Sir..." He whispered. Trevalore yanked him up, undoing the cuffs. "Bend over the bed." Juice did as he was told, his entire body quivering. Trevalore grabbed his belt and brought it down hard on Juice's already bruised backside, splitting the skin where the buckle hit. He swatted him with the belt fourteen times before tossing it aside and flipping Juice, pushing a erection past his open lips. "Come on now... You simply have to remember this shit before I can start getting my money's worth on you." Juice set to sucking in the dick between his lips, silent tears rolling down his reddened cheeks.

   The door was pushed open suddenly and Clay stepped in, looking around in disgust. Tig was right on his tail. Seeing the scene in front of him, he pushed past Clay and shoved Trevalore to the ground, straddling him and bringing his fist down repeatedly against the fleshy jowls of Juice's rapist. Jax rushed up to Juice, scooping him into a hug that Juice squirmed away from, his pupils wide and dilated. "Leave him... Leave him... Go home..." He whispered to his hands, crying softly. "You're messing it up..."

"You can't do this, Juicy..." Jax whispered. Juice shook his head and pushed further away from him.

   Clay was struggling to get the wild Tig away from Trevalore, to no avail. Tig was spitting curses into his face. He had his head in both hands, pounding it on the hardwood floor. He felt the crunch he was looking for under his palms and Trevalore stopped writhing. It was only then Tig allowed himself to be pulled off the man. Juice let out an animalistic howl and crawled over to Trevalore, shaking him. "Why?" Juice begged, turning his head toward Tig. "I was helping..." Clay let Tig go, looking helplessly at Jax. The blonde shook his head and rose. "He's high as fuck... I don't know what they gave him..."

"Oxy's." Mark Rabador said from the doorway, his arms crossed. "A good five or six... He'll be okay in about a day... Well, maybe not." He flashed a smile. "Drug wise, he'll be okay... As for his mental state... Well..."

"I suggest you choose your next words wisely." Clay said softly. Rabador lifted his hands in surrender. "I'll clean this up. No need to be concerned about it coming back to you." Clay nodded. "Do you have his bag?" He motioned to Juice. "He said he'd be joining us." Rabador argued, his expression turning sour. "Plans changed."

"You know he belongs here, Mr. Morrow. You can see that now." He motioned to the cowering being that was Juice, sitting in the corner with his arms around his legs. His eyes were shut tight. Tig was sitting in front of him, attempting to coax any sort of reaction from him. "He might... But that man in front of him is my best fucking friend... And I can't let him down... I already let one of my best friends down... I won't do it to another." He looked to Jax, who smiled sadly and tucked his hair behind his ear. "Consider this..." He motioned to Trevalore's body. "As payment for Juice. He's Tig's now." Rabador ducked his head in a nod. "Fair enough."

"And... Consider us not busting up this joint... As payment for Ray Scott."

"Impossible." Rabador crossed his arms. Jax went up to him. "I want Ray let out of this life." He whispered. "He can help Juice. And you owe us for this." Rabador snarled a little. "Fine. Fine." Jax smirked and offered his hand. "Nice doing business with you." He said. Rabador grimaced but shook it. "Now get our boy's bag, and tell Ray to pack one." The man opened his mouth to reply, then shook his head and turned on his heel.

   Jax turned to Clay. "Let's go outside... Let Tig handle him." Clay nodded. "This shit is freaking me out..." Jax went over to Tig. "Rabador is bringing his bag over, get him dressed and out to the van." Tig nodded, his expression terrified. "I don't know what to do." He whispered. Jax squeezed his shoulder. "Remind him." He turned and followed Clay out, shutting the door.

   Clay was sitting next to Jax in the back of the van, their feet dangling as they smoked a cigarette. Ray bounded out of the front door, leaping toward them. "Is he serious?" He asked breathlessly. Jax smiled. "About what?"

"You buying me off." Jax nodded. "I know you want out, and you're Juice's best friend. He's gonna need one for a while, I think..."

"Are you really gonna keep him out of your club?" Jax bit his lip, looking to Clay. Clay shrugged. "That's gonna be a club decision... We're a family, see? So we need to be honest with each other... But there's a very good chance he'll stay." Ray smiled and nodded. "I'm worthless for pretty much anything... What is there that I can do in a place like your town?" Jax grinned. "I know a really great woman, she's a director... Adult films... You'd still be being paid to have sex... But it's legitimate work." Ray grinned widely. "Seriously?" He shrugged. "No promises... But I can get you in to interview with her." Ray grinned and gave Jax a tight hug, giving him a kiss square on the mouth. Jax leaned back, his eyes wide. Ray blushed and giggled shyly. "Sorry..." He whispered. Jax shook his head and jutted his thumb behind him. "Climb in... Did you see Tig and Juicy?" He shook his head, his smile fading. "No... Door was still shut... Did he really kill him?" Jax nodded slowly. "Heavy shit... You sure you can handle being our friend, kiddo?" Ray smiled and nodded. "I'm great at keeping secrets." He glanced to make sure Clay wasn't looking, then winked at Jax. The blonde rolled his eyes but smiled and nodded.
   The three sat outside for another ten minutes before the door opened again. Tig and a young man that they didn't know were taking a lethargic Juice carefully down the stairs. Jax jumped up, opening the side door of the van, taking over for the other boy. He gave him a grateful smile and helped Tig get Juice into the back of the van. He shut the door and reached out, taking Tig's arm. "Hey... What happened?"

"He's fucked..." Tig whispered, leaning on the van and lighting a cigarette. "I can't touch him without him fucking jumping... Keeps fucking calling me Sir... Fucking... I didn't think he could get fucked up so easy."

"Part of it is the pills." Ray said. He'd come around the side of the van. "They gave him oxy's... But they also gave him something else... I don't know what it is exactly... It might be a natural herb too... But it makes us super submissive... It's a weakness thing I think... I don't know... It takes about twelve hours to wear off, then you'll be able to gauge how bad he really is."

"Is this normal?" Ray offered a weak smile. "He was the best Pet Mark had.This is perfect. You could get him to do anything you wanted... You could beat him to death and he'd still thank you with his dying breath. The perfect bitch." Tig grimaced, his eyes slipping shut. "This is fucking sick." Ray shrugged. "It's our life."

"Was... You are both out of it... And I expect you to act like it, and help him out." Ray nodded. "Yessir."

"Starting with that shit." Ray blushed and nodded again. "Get in the van.. We're gonna stay another night in the hotel... Hopefully head back to Charming tomorrow, if Juice can travel."

"Should we take him to the hospital?" Clay offered. Tig shook his head. "I can take care of him." He said softly. Clay nodded. "Well get in, I wanna get back to the hotel. Now." Tig nodded and crawled in with Ray. He attempted to pull Juice to him, the boy winced and leaned against him, his head hung.



   Jax slipped quietly into the room, smiling softly at Tig. "How is he?" He whispered. "Napping, finally. He let me clean his cuts... That motherfucker really tore him up... A few I had to stitch up... I hope I did an okay job." Jax nodded. He smiled weakly at the sleeping Juice. "Think he'll be okay?"

"I hope so... I just want the pills to wear off of him so we can get some real answers." Jax nodded again. He stepped forward and placed a bottle of ginger ale on the table. Next to it, he set the small box with the patch in it, and another note under it. "What's that?"

"Come outside. Let them sleep." He said, glancing at Ray, who was sleeping in the other bed. Tig snagged his cigarettes and patted his leg for Serotah to follow before following Jax outside.

   "Back when you guys were having a rough time I gave him one of my scythe patches and a note... Told him to keep it and remember he was worth the club's love... He gave it back to me when he told Clay he'd give up his cut. I hoped if he saw it he'd..." He shook his head. "I hoped it'd help." Tig nodded. "Anything to try... I'm scared for him... How many mental breakdowns can the kid take before he snaps? First finding out he's gotta come here... That his dad raped him... Then agreeing to let that fucker touch him... Losing the club... The guy fucking doing that to him... I don't know if we're gonna be able to get him back to before." Jax shrugged. "We can try... I convinced Clay a few more nights here... Until we can come up with something... Anything to fix this Trevalore bullshit." Tig nodded.

   "What are we gonna do about Ray?" Jax frowned. "What do you mean." Tig gave him a knowing look, sitting down on the cool grass to play with Sero. "You can't tell me you have already blocked out our lovely night together." Jax blushed. "No, I didn't..."

"I know we kind of broke the news to Clay about me... It's not gonna be so easy for him to swallow if you are..."

"He's not gonna know... He can accept you because you're a freak. And Juice cause he used to be a whore... I'm his step kid. I can't do that to him, or the Club." Tig nodded. "So, I'll ask again, whatcha gonna do? I know you like Ray... Why else did you buy him off?" Jax's eyes formed slits. "Shut up... I got Rabador to free him because Juice adores him and he deserves more."

"And you like him."

"And so what?" Jax asked, a little snappy. He took a long drag from his cigarette. "It doesn't matter if I like him or not... Clay can't know, so I can't do anything about it."

"It's not that hard to keep it a secret." Tig said casually. "Plus, if the kid's hanging around, we can always say it's because he's so close with Juicy..."

"I don't want to risk it, Tig..." Jax said softly. "Do you like him a lot?" Jax shrugged. "He's cute..."

"And?"

"And nothing. Juice is cute too, doesn't mean I'm gonna go after his dick."

"He's taken. Ray isn't." Jax looked at him, a snarl curling his lips. "You need to fucking leave it alone, Tig, please."

"All I'm saying is think about it... Ray is really sweet... And it'd be nice to see you happy."

"I am happy." Tig snorted. "You haven't been happy since Tara left you during your senior fucking year of high school."

"You remember that shit?" Tig gave him a knowing look, raising his eyebrows. "I've been your father's friend since we were kids. Of course I remember that, I fucking helped raise you, punk." He shoved Jax hard, making the blonde laugh. "I forgot you were so old."

"Yeah, and I forget you're such a young shit." Jax offered a wide grin. "You realize you're dating a guy only a few years older than me?"

"Don't push me, Teller." Tig warned, raising a finger. "Isn't that like... Robbing the cradle?" Tig snarled and pounced on Jax, pinning him and playfully punching at his sides and arms. Jax laughed hard, fighting Tig off him. Serotah bounced around them, barking, her tail wagging happily.

   Clay stepped out of the hotel room door and leaned over the balcony, smiling a little as he saw his step son and best friend. He descended the steps and walked up to them, giving Jax a gentle kick in the hip. "Stop it, people are gonna think you're fucking faggots." He said, but his voice was light, playful. Tig rolled off of Jax, panting. He shoved Serotah's muzzle out of his face and lit a cigarette, still chuckling. Clay sat down next to them and scratched the dog behind the ears. "How's Juice doing?"

"He's okay... He and Ray are both taking a nap... I'm hoping the drugs will be worn off enough when he wakes up..."

"We need to talk about the Club, Tig." Clay said softly. Tig nodded. "I know."

"I need to tell them." Tig nodded again. "Bring it to a vote." He suggested. "Both me and Juicy. It's only fair. There are by-laws to consider."

"But you've always been kind of a freaky person, Tig... It shouldn't really surprise anyone... That you're interested in both fucking genders."

"No, but they're my brothers. They deserve a vote as to whether they want me or not... And whether or not they want to have my partner as our brother." Clay nodded. "I'm glad you're open to this..."

"You can't hide it from the club. We all have our secrets, but this really is too much. It's a secret that can't be kept in good faith." He looked to Jax knowingly. Jax grimaced a little and hung his head. "So, Trevalore..." He began, eager to change the subject. "I don't know what to do about him... We have a bit of a problem because of all this... Even if he goes missing... He still has other men in his business... They'd pick up right where he left off..."

"Unless he left off with letting the dock go..." Jax said softly. "But he didn't. And can't, now that he's dead."

"No... But we have a computer tech who can hack anything, including homeland fucking security... I bet a simple computer mainframe of a shipping business wouldn't be too hard."

"No... It wouldn't... But we have one fucking problem, Jax... He's upstairs out of his fucking mind on oxys and God knows what else, and he's just had a fucking meltdown! Do you really think he's up for a little computer fucking work?" Tig snapped. Jax looked at him calmly. "He told me once that computers were his only sanity for a while... His only tie to a reality other than his submissive life. Maybe a computer hacking job is just what he'll need to get him back on his feet. It's worth a try. What's the worst that happens? He doesn't want to, or can't do it? Then we're still in the same place, doesn't make us any worse for wear." Tig stayed quiet, thinking about it for a second. He nodded then. "You've got a point."
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