#dark!johnny

High as a kite tonight and thinking about Simon enjoying his little pet being so pliable. Dizzy with the slightest shift in movement. Giggling at obscene things. Vision hazed as her face meets the pillow, the slightest bit of drool pooling out of the corner of her mouth. Feet slipping against the bed sheets as confusion clouds her already foggy mind. The whispers and demands sending shivers down her spine. Giggling at nothing in particular whilst Simon has his way. Not phased by the crystalline tears that slip from her eyes as her giggles morph into whimpers of pain and despair. Hands fisting the bedsheets as she asks what he’s doing. Far too high to comprehend anything meaningful. Eyes crossing and blurring, brows furrowing as she blinks and time seems to stop, resuming when her eyes open. Only to see Simon’s right hand man, Johnny, kneeled down next to her on the bed. His eyes ablaze as he takes her in state, sprawled on her back, one leg half off the bed and one arm dangling over the edge, head lolling to the side. Heart pounding too loud in her ears to understand what the two are discussing but as Simon nods and Johnny grins your intuition tells you it’s not something you would agree to had to been sober. Vision spotting and turning dark just as Johnny begins to unbuckle the belt holding up his cargo pants. The last sound heard is a lusty curse of appreciation and the belt hitting the floor. Poor bird.

A/N…I was (am) so high when I wrote this I genuinely can’t tell you if it makes any sense

Sometimes, Johnny wanted to kick his ass. But he couldn't blame Dutch--it wasn't his fault that Johnny was obsessed with Daniel fucking LaRusso. He had no idea how it had happened, how he had gone from wanting to beat Daniel's ass, to wanting to pin him down beneath Johnny and kiss him into submission.

In which Daniel finally snaps and loses his shit.

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The next time Johnny saw Daniel was after school, sitting in the grass. Johnny was supposed to meet Ali after school because he wanted to take her to the new pizza place down the street, but she hadn’t arrived yet. Johnny was beginning to think that she had blown him off.

And then he saw LaRusso, and all of Johnny’s anger boiled over. Daniel was lying on his back, his arms crossed under his head like a pillow, staring at the clear sky. He was totally unaware of Johnny approaching until he felt Johnny’s sneaker bump against his head.

Irritated, Daniel sat up. He didn’t meet Johnny’s eyes as he said,

“What gives, Johnny?”

Filled with an inexplicable need to bite someone’s head off, Johnny snapped back,

“You seen Ali?”

“No,” Daniel spat, narrowing his eyes. What the hell was Johnny’s problem? He had been minding his own business, trying to clear his mind before he went home, but apparently, a guy couldn’t catch a break. “Why you askin’ me?”

“Because you’re always up her ass,” and that was it, Johnny’s last bit of self-control dissipated. “It’s a buzzkill.”

Daniel knew what Johnny was trying to do, knew that Johnny was just hurling words at him to get under his skin and that he should just let it roll off of his back, but Daniel was quite frankly, sick of Johnny and the Cobras’ constant harassment of him. There’s only so much a guy can take. 

He didn't think as he stood up and inched into Johnny’s space, not backing down even when Johnny stared daggers at him. Daniel’s voice was poisonous when he said,

“And what if I was up her ass? What are you gonna do about it, Johnny?”  Daniel sneered, his upper lip pulling back to reveal his teeth. “Maybe I’m up her ass every day. Maybe she likes having me up her ass.”

None of this is true, of course, but Daniel was tired of holding back. Fuck what Johnny thinks. 

“Shut the fuck up, LaRusso,” Johnny warned, his voice low and cold.

Daniel stepped even closer, until their chests were touching, Johnny’s heaving with his erratic breaths, and whispered darkly,

blue!daniel

i am a scrapbook of all that i love

and all that i loathe becomes me too

my rotten heart is incurable,

no matter how much you wish

to carve into it

dark!johnny

of all the things i own,

nothing vast and beautiful,

or the glory of broken bones,

compares to you.

i am in the dark beside you,

let me prove myself