Drag Em to Hell, and Back Around the Corner Suga!

Biker of six foot five stature with black wavy hair and gotye to match meets a blonde,rocker sensation that allows him to shed of a cloak on withheld homoerotic fantasies. This is the afterstory.

Racks of glitter and pearls, as shoes that once lined the floor get thrown down in a tussle of frustration, as an old spice girls song plays. The countertenor voice can be heard - grunting and mumbling through the lyrics - as shoes and fabricated wonders fly. All this stoping with the need to belt out the solo as arms, slowly, wrap around creating a mouse like squeak with a squeal and a playful slap.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to walk in on a queen when she’s getting into drag!!!”

A deep chuckle, and a small smirk with an innocent head shake comes from his partner. “Since when has this been a rule? I thought the beau was supposed to accompany his queen.”

“No no no! Boo,” he smiles and looks back to his partner as leaning up to kiss his cheek and then turns around with pads half on, penis tucked, to push him out the door. “I love you, but no sneak peeks. Out, out, out!” and with a shove, he is out the door as the queen blows a kiss, and shuts the door, beginning to sing once more.

A whine through the door can now be heard as the other screams in frustration. “MY GOD, IS THERE ANY DECENT CLOTHES IN HERE?! UHHHH!”

“Oh Jerayemaykun.. I have a decent pair of clothes. If you’d open the door…”

“But..but I’m not done yet Jakeypoosama.. You can’t see me like this, it makes me feel self conscious.”

“You know you want to see what’s in my hand. it’s killing you on the inside, and I know it.”

“Yes.. but.. but ..” Jeremy says in continuation of finding the outfit of the night. and then with a sigh giving up and lingering at the door. Now with a full , black, jagged cut, layered to waist length wig draped down his back.

“But.. but.. I know you are going to look just breathtaking in this, so please.. just open the door, and take a look.”

“Finnnneeeeeee, lemme see! Lemme see!” Jeremy uses his high pitched girly voice as the door starts opening, slowly and slightly, peering from behind as if a cat looking at it’s playmate from the corner. To then see Jake in a black, lace cut, slim fitting, martini dress, with spiked shoulder pads. A slow- motion like scream escapes Jeremy’s throat.  

“So, what’s the verdict?” Jake looks to his partner with questioning eyes. With an almost tackle hug, Jeremy takes the dress from his hand as the door flings open.

“ Well I’d say it would look better on you, but you’d kill me so I’ll just say.. it’s FAB…” A scamper and a hop leads to the door slamming as Jeremy continues to get ready. Now, outfit in tact with a pair of corset stilettos, and sparkling eye makeup to match, he was ready for a night in the town.

“DARRRRRLLLLLINNNNNGGGGGGGGG! The town awaits us love!” Arms open, he says ruining the divine beauty of his drawl, with a sneeze, as being swept up in Jake's arms.

“Now if only we could produce a pill that would allow you to turn that penis into a bush, I would agree to do the hell out of that chewbacca.”

“Jakeypoo, no! Ewww, you know vagina’s scare me. They’re like never ending whirlpools that suck you in, and devour all of your good looks with their fuglyness.”   

“Oh okay, I’ll shush, but if I do it’s forever.”

“Jakey.. I would die, don’t sush. Silence kills.”

“Well you’re the one who told me to be quiet.”

“You know I didn’t mean it love.”

“Alright beau, now come on” With a sweep off his feet, Jake carries Jeremy down the stairs of their, high rise, New York apartment and down to the streets of time square. The city was now bustling with night life. A blur of yellow taxis run in an endless cycle, Dealers lining every corner with prostitutes flagging down cars on the slowp and those who look willing to pay, asking for five dollars a blow job and ten for bare backing.

Jeremy and Jake were now walking along in an endless haze, hand and hand, side by side, an endless peace. That is until chaos arose. A cry for help was heard and Jeremy began to run forward, a slight pull of his lovers hand pulling him back, but Jake wouldn’t let his grip stray. A look of panic and dismay came across his face as Jeremy continued to think of trying to maneuver from his loving grip.  

“Hun, let me go. Please, someone’s hurt. I must go see if they’re alright.”

“Jeremy, you know how this city is. I just don’t want you to…”

“No baby, I know but no one is helping the poor soul.”

“You could become that poor soul though.”

“What if that were us though? “ And with a new found distraction, Jeremy broke free and ran off into the alley. The new found distraction turning into the new found sight of three big sized men, and a fellow queen. Two of the men were holding her down as the other took a knife to her clothes, torn and tattered she layed.

“You think you can make this society fall for your tricks.” he said, a look of malice and disgust on his face as one of the other men begin beating her.

“You think you rule the roost. You think you can strut around spreading equality, and free love for all. “ and with another hit, the insults just keep coming, just like the pond on his fists to her skin, as blood begins to pool. Bruises form and bones brake. “ You’re just a rainbow f****t that needs to be set in his rightful place. You should go jump off of a bridge and die, because you’ll never be accepted. “

A disgruntled look comes across Jeremy’s face, or one could say Voodoo’s, as he now partakes his persona. A subtle reach down for his heel, and a limped run towards the scene. Everything being blinded by pure emotion, as a blank stare and slight shake overtake his body, as he glares upon the bashers.

“ You know what, you low life scum bags, maybe just maybe it’s you that need to be taught a lesson. “ He screams as tears flow from his eyes. Past beatings recur in his subconscious thoughts. Times where he had been chased down, shoved into lockers, and thrown into trash cans until the pursuer could see nothing ,but black and blue sprawled across his skin. The disapproval of his father, threats of being beaten, till he was “straightened “ out, the reprisals and consequences of trying to stick out, the overall vanity that was his life. All torn to shatters. Through a broken glass ,as fists went flying backed by pure upset ,disgust, and pent up anger.

Yet ,all his efforts only left one of three on the ground in agony, a heel sticking out of his eye as cries of “ My eye, you flaming ugh.. what the hell did you..” As the other two run to his side, leaving her to be, as Voodoo gently shakes her.

“ Hun, are you alright? Answer me darling. I’m here to help. “

A twitch of the lip. Eyes beginning  to open through swollen eyelids, the damage becoming more apparent ,as Voodoo looks her in the eyes. Words trying to form through her lips, but the strength to push air through( to make them coherent )becomes impossible as three ,if not more ribs go to puncture through.

“ I-I’m s-s-s.. “

Everything here goes black, black wig flying over face ,then off completely as a tink is heard. A clink to follow, as a metal trashcan lands within the sidewalk of where Jake stands.  

Another body crumpled, to the blackened tar, as Jake’s gut feeling tells him to see what’s taking so long. Only for Jake to see his love, laying beside the one he wanted to save, his heel lodged in the eye of one of the enemies, and the other two laughing their heads off.  

A mix of worry, upset, anger, and dissent mix within his veins. Taking in a good glimpse of the two men that stand in front of him.  One with medium brown, layered hair , shaggy with a beard to match. The other one with short ,yet shaggy ,blonde hair and a gotye to match with eyes of the purest blue, but dilated to look like the purest black. Both now looking Jake straight in the eyes as the one with brown hair speaks. “

“ Hey, hey you, is this your girl?”

“ Oh how cute ..” The other smirks and then grows a puzzled look. “ Wait, wait! Dude, that’s Jake. “

“ Jake, as in Jake the shredder Jake? No, it can’t be..”

“ No man, it is. I couldn’t mistake that tat if I tried. “ Gulps forming in their throats as Jake stands in fumes. A history dug up from the past causing him to fly off the handle.

“ Enough with who I am. Who I am doesn’t matter in this case, what matters is you two have grown.. or should I say ,have always been closed minded morons who disturb the peace and stir s**t up wherever you step. Well I have some news for you, and I do believe it is the time to eat your own crap. “

And with that as if a bull collided with a herd of rams, Jake begins beating the two he once knew. All old hatred he felt towards the two and even others in the school of which he graduated could now be felt in every blow. Blood and bone coming into picture as Voodoo slowly begins to open her eyes. All blurred but for her lover.

“ J-J-Jakeypoo.. w-w-what’s gotten into my baby?” A silent weep ,comes as a rush of pain runs through her body. A continual pounding of the bashers from her love ,as she finally grows to enough strength to scream, and all stops as if frozen by a control.

Bashers now lying in a puddle of blood and a look of fear as well as that of seeing a person you know become a stranger ,from Voodoo as Jake sits, on top of one of the bashers with quickened breath and a hunger in his eyes. A hunger of a predator wanting to finish the kill. Then this look fades into a continual weeping and look back to Voodoo. A feeling inside of wanting to recede, fade into nothing. Feeling as if he were no longer a human, but a monster. As voodoo cries, but more in pain then anything as trying to scoot closer to his love.

Almost as if a deja vu has occurred, but in reversal Jake scutters away, and Voodoo with wig off and destroyed follows Jake as Jeremy a new look of worry in his eyes. A hurried scamper ,to catch up with one heel off, leaning down to unlatch the other, and catching up once more. With a final grind, and arms wrapped around ,to slow the one captured with a hushed, calming whisper.

“ Jakeypoo please, please calm down love. Shhh it’s fine. “ A nuzzle into his neck as he lets his eyes shut.

“ It’s not fine, I never wanted you to see this side of me.”

“ It’s a side I was going to see eventually, remember I said I’d love you forev..” A choked cut off ,as he slumps limp onto the back of Jake. “ A very faint breath now to be heard as well.  As Jake looks back, thinking Jeremy was playing to see a wan in his complexion.

  “ J-J-eremy, baby.. speak to me” A stutter and slight jump to his voice can be heard as a surreal silence fills the air. A shock settling in as he turns to where Jeremy is now in his arms, and a considual shake as pulling him close ,nuzzling into his hair as tears fall, and his other hand reaches into his pant pocket. “ Phone, phone… d****t where the hell is my phone. “  A tumble and a thud, then resorting to a broken screen on his samsung. “ Blazing balls of holy James Dio S**t, f**k shite in hell. “ A gentle reach down ,as anger and sadness boil to an outrage of upset ,as he tries to decipher through broken screen how to dial the three digit universal code for help.

“9-1-1 what’s your emergency?..”

A panicked and sob filled sorrow filled his tone as he spoke the grave details, leaving out how the bashers wound up near dead in the making. A rush and roar of sirens fill the air, as the thirty minute drive to New York Central Hospital becomes a blur.

“ um sir, I’m sorry but he must go to the E.R., you must let go.. “

Yet Jake wouldn’t let go, fear for losing him boiled up as anguish, regret, spoke, condolences, all welled up in a pool of unwelcomed emotion as the paramedic pried his arms away from the stretcher. Jake was  left on the floor of the ambulance, until a nurse came and lent her shoulder to cry on ,as he sobbed his way to the waiting room.

“ Dr.Saberbut please go to E.R. room 20, patient is in heart failure. “

His pace growing quicker ever more as a  blonde haired, blue eyed nurse comes up with a gentle pat.

“ Uh uh aye. “ A jump and a startle Jake looks back to her.

“ Um Jeremy is in his room now, he’s got another surgery he must go through, but he’ll be fine in the long run. The doctor would have told you this, but he was the one called down to the E.R.. “

A sigh of relief comes over Jake as his heart stops beating a moment to rewind and get back on track with normality. As the stride down to room 303 seems to take an eternity. Tubes, and wires, a pack of ivy with painkiller, all entwine themselves around jeremy’s bruised and broken body as he lies semiconscious. A new weep, but that of more relief than sorrow fills Jakes eyes and he runs to his bed side.

“ Jeremy ,dear god, I thought I lost you” arms wrap around, forgetting about the new formed bruises and scars, as a weak yet loving voice returns the reply.

“ I saw our dog up in the lights, and I knew I was tripping.. I thought I lost you. “

“ Don’t you ever.ever.ever.ever. do that again! At least let me save you first. “

“ But baby?!”

“ But baby no! I can’t lose you, I just can’t!”

“ But you did save me boo, you were the Batman to my Robin. “

“ Don’t you mean Batman to my Superman?”

“ Don’t ruin the moment baby!”

“ I won’t ruin the moment, as long as you promise me ..I’ll never come this close to losing you again..”

“ I won’t make any guarantees ,but I do promise ,to let you do the heroics from now on.“ A smile, along with a protective finger and hand gesture are followed as Jeremy speaks one last time. “ Because a queen may be fit to handle a cat fight, but a street fight just isn’t the right cut. “  

Author's Note

Some dialouge may be considered mature and or offensive to some. I hated writing a few lines myself, but you know it adds to the story when the writer gets pretty ticked off in the process.