Laugh At Me

Jana-

Jana remained silent on their way back to the cell. Domino mumbled here and there, but there were far more interesting things to listen to in his own head, to bother paying attention to the other man. Once back inside Tommy locked the door and headed off, needing to report to his boss before returning before lights out.

First things first. Jana thought as he sauntered over to the toilet and tugged down his pants. Ignoring Domino completely, Jana relieved himself, then pulled his pants back up before turning. He's on my bed...

Anger flared in his mind as he watched the other man stretch out on his cot. The bed was anything but comfortable, but it was definitely better than sleeping on the concrete floor.

Instead of bothering with Domino, Jana walked over to the steel bars and gripped them tightly, then swung his body out. Grunting from the effort, he clenched his teeth and began doing sideways pull-ups. His muscles screamed almost immediately, but he refused to stop until he had done twenty reps. When his feet returned to the floor he heard shifting behind him and turned.

"Keep going, I was enjoying the show." Domino said with a smirk.

Jana couldn't decide if the man was messing with him or being honest. Either way, it bothered him. Instead of continuing to work off his frustrations, like Tommy had suggested when they'd first met, he walked closer to Domino and crossed his arms over his bare chest.

Instead of being intimidated, Domino just grinned and reached forward, tapping a finger on the bandages that were wrapped around Jana's chest. "What happened here?" He asked, taking Jana by slight surprise.

Decisions, decisions. He wasn't sure if he wanted to answer or not. It would be fun to mess with the man, but at that moment, he really didn't feel like playing with him... mainly because the truth would likely be more disturbing. With a sick little smile Jana lifted his hands and splayed his fingers so that Domino could see his nails. Blood was caked beneath them.

He wasn't quite expecting any specific reaction from the man. He just wanted something. What he got, however, was far from what he would have considered. Domino's fingers slid beneath one of the bandage layers and began gently tugging until the wrapping began to fall away. When it was completely pooled around his feet, Domino moved his hands to grasp Jana's sides, then leaned forward.

The moment Domino's tongue began traveling from the bottom of one wound toward the top, Jana felt his body begin to pull taut. His muscles tensed and his eyes locked onto what the man was doing. Don't touch me. He thought as his upper lip began to pull back in warning. Domino didn't seem to notice. The man was completely entranced in what he was doing. Do not. Fucking. Touch me!

Snarling out a furious growl, Jana grabbed Domino's right shoulder with his left hand and shoved him back against the wall, hard. He then followed with a right hook. Domino managed to dodge the attack, sending Jana's fist right into the concrete wall. He felt his knuckles split as pain reverberated through his bones and up his arm.

"Hey dude, chill!" Domino said playfully, his sarcasm making Jana's fury worse.

He swung around, lunging off of the bed as he grabbed something from his waistband and aimed it at Domino. The other man managed to dodge again, but Jana was ready. He swiped his makeshift shank at Domino's throat, but before the hit could connect, he felt something snag in his back and a sudden jolt locked his body. He dropped for a moment but didn't stay down long.

Struggling with his twitching muscles, Jana stumbled to his feet, only to be tackled by several guards and taised again. His vision began to swim, yet he still refused to stop. He didn't want to stay down. It took the guards three taises and two cans of pepper spray to finally get him under control. He was pulled from the cell and staggered wherever he was directed.

When he was suddenly stopped and someone pressed a a hand to his back, he knew what they wanted him to do and quickly leaned forward. Water sprayed down on his head as someone hosed off his hair and face, trying to wash away the pepper spray that was making his eyes water and nose run. When he could finally breathe better and see, Jana straightened back up and opened his eyes.

Emmet.

He didn't get a chance to say anything to the man before he was rushed into an isolation room and strapped into a straight-jacket. The cell was padded just enough so that he'd have to struggle to hurt himself, which just made him need to do it more.

"Jana, look at me, please." Emmet said after arriving in the room minutes later.

Don't look at me.

"I know that you're hurting yourself on the inside right now, but I need you to come back. I'm not mad at you for what just happened but I will be upset if you take it out on yourself again." Emmet said, making Jana's heart stutter, confused.

Feeling the straps being undone behind him a few moments later, Jana leaned forward, making it easier on Emmet. They had done that exact dance several times since he'd been there. When the jacket slipped away and was tossed behind Emmet for a guard to retrieve, Jana leaned back against the wall and finally lifted his head. Seeing Emmet's reassuring smile had Jana frowning.

"I just tried to stab someone to death. Don't smile at me." He stated simply as he looked away. He wasn't angry that he was going to be punished, likely with isolation, for what he'd done, but that he hadn't finished the job.

Fucking stupid. He admonished himself in his mind before he felt fingers slip beneath his chin and lift, then turn it. "Jana. Stop it, please." Emmet said as he lifted a tool all too familiar to Jana. He squinted as Emmet flashed the light in his eyes, checking each one for a reaction. He also checked his heartbeat and blood pressure. All of which were high, but fluctuated so often that Emmet had just decided that it was normal for Jana.

"Why did you attack him, Jana?"

Same questions. Every time, always the same.

"Fuck me." Jana replied, narrowing his eyes.

Emmet sat back on his heels and shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

"That is never going to happen, Jana. Please just answer the question."

Never say never. Jana thought to himself with a smile. Emmet seemed to notice his change in attitude and pursed his lips. "You want to have sex with me yet you can't even answer my simple questions so I can continue doing my job."

When silence took over, Emmet heaved a frustrated sigh and began to stand. He wasn't even back to his full height before Jana reached out, his hand snagging Emmet's wrist. The guard by the door Stepped closer, but Emmet waived him off. "I've got it, go wait outside for a moment. I'm armed."

I can use the weapon he has... The thought ran through his mind but Jana dismissed it when Emmet returned his attention to him and knelt down. When the man didn't remove his hand from his wrist, Jana lowered his eyes to where they were connected. Blood ran from his knuckles but they already appeared to be clotting in preparation to heal.

"Jana... please. Just tell me what happened. I need to know in order to help you." Emmet tried again.

Help. Help. Help.

Chuckling, Jana tilted his head. "You want to help. There has never been any help."

Emmet shook his head, placing his free hand over the one Jana was using to hold his wrist. "I want to help you, but I can't unless you help me. Tell me what happened, and I'll do my best to do what you think you need. I cannot just have sex with you, but I do want you to be comfortable in whatever situation you find yourself in here."

He didn't want to answer. It wouldn't matter. Nothing would change. He'd still want to kill anyone who bothered him. He'd still likely be stuck in isolation for the shank and attack. What good would talking do?

Maybe...

Looking down at his pants, Jana shrugged. There was quiet for a long moment before he followed the gesture with a quiet whisper.

"He licked my chest... then taunted me."

Another small bout of silence took over before Emmet sat down completely. He reached his free arm out slowly, the gesture foreign, yet clear to Jana. He wasn't used to seeing it, let alone being offered what it entailed. Did he want it?

"I know you hate being touched. I've been paying attention to everything about you. I just think maybe this time I could help you by offering...?"

Fuck you. That's all I want from you. People don't care about me. They care about keeping themselves and their loved ones away from me. That's how its always been.

Even as he thought those words, Jana was leaning forward. His actions were very slow and deliberate. In return, Emmet moved at half the speed, giving Jana plenty of time to move away. He didn't. Feeling Emmet's arms wrap around him, even gently, put Jana on edge. His entire body tensed and his breath hitched. The contact was awkward and his body screamed for him to move away. All he wanted out of the man was sex, not a fucking hug. Yet he found himself leaning over until his forehead fell onto the man's shoulder.

You stupid doctor.

The thought came as Jana pursed his lips and sniffled, then tears began to fall.