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the random number generator has given you… 25! a kiss on accident! and my excuse for jack/rhys nonsense!

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Dark!Rhys, Atlas!Rhys, sorta from Fiona’s point of view, Rhack

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A laugh escaped from across the room, breathy and strained, but overly amused none the less. His wrists had been shackled for a few days now and the redness had started to show, angry and growing raw with his yanking movement. Fiona tensed in her chair at the sound of bones crackling when the man turned his neck, echoing through the cell like room followed by a sigh of relief a few moments after. “Fi…. baby… little jumpy there.” He remarked and her hand clenched, eyes moving to the prisoner. “It’s been days…. I’m a little lonesome pumpkin.” The hatted woman sighed and glanced back down at the table her arms rested on. They were taking turns watching him, but she’d had to come in early for her shift because their wonderful guest almost made Vaughn break down, Jack knew just how to scratch away at a person’s sanity. “He’ll be here soon to get you…... then the two of you can fuck and fuck off together, or whatever you do.”

I wasn’t sure if you wanted this with holo!Jack, but I did holo!Jack

^^;

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“What are you doing.....what in the fresh hell are you doing?” Rhys wasn’t sure how many times he’d said it already, but he had yet to answer the buzzing question and he knew that was probably pissing off the man. There was a flicker of blue and the form was in front of him without warning. “Stop kiddo, come on this is friggin’ weird.” The brunette cringed a bit at the static shiver that flickered through his body as he walked right through the hologram, heading to the corner where the two ladies he’d been chatting with had gotten a table. Okay so maybe it was a little strange with knowing Jack’s intentions when he got back into a spare body. He and the hero had kind of a thing, and were looking to explore it more when they got a chance, and here he was hanging out with two of Jack’s ex girlfriends. 

Vaughn was enjoying himself at a card game in another corner and Fiona and Sasha were on the dance floor. The sisters trying desperately to get the stern faced Athena to let loose and dance just a little. Which was going as well as one might have guessed. “Rhys Sugar.” The voluptuous bar owner waved a hand, getting the cybernetic man’s attention again as he jumped to attention and slid into a seat. He saw the ghostly CEO out of the corner of his eye pouting uncomfortably. The man’s arms across his chest as he leaned against the side of their booth.

“So you two used to date Jack right?” He asked over the music taking a drink from the bottle he’d grabbed from the bar earlier. “Ohh you wanna go there kiddo?” Nisha gave a snort and Moxxi hooted with laughter. “We did, used to be the worst of enemies too the two of us.” The dark haired woman tipped her hat back a bit and took a drink of her own beer before speaking. “Well I still think you’re a bitch but I’ve moved on.” The painted up woman next to her gave a roll of her eyes leaning with her elbow on the table. “Jack gave many people a new look on life after being with them. Not necessarily all good mind you.” The lawbringer leaned back a bit and stretched out on her part of the booth. “One thing’s for sure kid, you realized quick that you'd be doing all the work in the bedroom.” Moxxi high fived the sheriff with a nod. “Aye to that sweetie.”

sure I’ll give it a go, part one here sorry this didn’t pan out to nsfw but maybe I’ll do a third part sometime ;)

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Timothy was pissed, his wrists rubbed by the damn rope that his boss had a field day with. It had hit him when he’d heard the fading voices of his boyfriend and the big man himself, the chloroform still messing with his reaction time as he came too. The bastard had the freaking balls to take the one good thing Tim had in his life. His gloved hand clutched tightly around the rope in his hand and his boots slammed down the hallway with a fierceness until he was outside his lover’s apartment. He banged on the door and took a deep breath. This wasn’t fair to Rhys, the guy didn’t even know. He hoped he wasn’t too late to whatever his jerk off boss had done. The door opened and Tim felt his heart clench in pain. Messy hair, bedroom eyes, and a robe draped around his slender boyfriend. “Where is he?” The double tried to school his features but that image told him more than he wanted to know. 

Rhys’ jaw dropped, and is mismatched eyes went wide. This was Timothy, but…..He whimpered and moved quickly out of the way. “Bedroom.” The other rushed into the apartment and to the the brunette’s room. “I don’t blame you Rhys, this isn’t your fault…” Tim tried to reassure the slowly deteriorating brunette. He could see the horror at trying to understand the situation, and his good eye was starting to tear up. The doppelganger entered the bedroom and his eyes narrowed. “It’s his fault…..you kinda just slept with Handsome Jack….pretending to be me.” The cybernetic man rubbed at his eye. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I really didn’t.” 

The double shook his head and turned putting a hand to his boyfriend’s cheek. “Hey it’s fine…” He rubbed the back of his neck a moment and looked back at his sleeping boss. The white streak of hair was hard to notice if you weren’t paying attention. Rhys wasn’t to blame here, it was Jack, but he was curious. “Did you enjoy it?” Rhys looked scandalized but blushed slightly. “I mean….I…. yes..” He admit. “It’s not like….I don’t know….I guess on some level I knew……he was rougher than you….” The company man took a seat on the end of the bed and sighed burying his face in his hands. “I’m sorry I don’t want to ruin what we have….that wasn’t…”

oooo that’s a nice one, for sure

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The last class of the day finally, he breathed a sigh of relief, already halfway through. Angel, his long time friend tossed a balled up paper his way and slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a snort when it hit Rhys in the forehead. He blinked and glanced up before smirking when he realized who threw it. “Angel, Rhys.” Their teacher shot them a look and the friends chuckled softly. The black haired girl shaking her head. “Sorry Mrs. Tonya.” Rhys shook his head and they leaned toward each other keeping their voices low. “Can you come over today?” The young woman asked. “Yeah I told my mom I was gonna go to your place after school, so that’s alright huh?” Angel gave a nod and they turned back to focus as best they could on the lesson.

As the bell chimed Rhys grabbed his stuff off the desk and slipped them into his bookbag, pulling it on his shoulder. The two walked out of the classroom chatting together and left the school. “Come on, it’s this way.” Angel said and linked her arm with her best friend directing him down the sidewalk. The two were interrupted suddenly and they turned. “Hey baby girl. Got out early, decided to pick you up.” A tall dark haired man walked up to them with a charming smirk on his face and in that instant Rhys felt like he wasn’t breathing. He recognized that face, those mismatched eyes, that strong jaw line and the smarmy smirk. “Oh hey dad.” The young brunette man felt himself choke as he looked at his long time friend. How could he not have known? Then it hit him, after knowing Angel for so long there was one thing neither of them had done, met the others parents.

“Dad this is my best friend, Rhys. Rhys this is my dad, Jack.” The blue eyed young woman smiled and looked between the two men. Slowly a look of recognition passed across Jack’s face as he took the man’s slender hand into his own. “We’ve met….briefly.” There was that voice and the smile that had caused his heart to pound a mile a minute just like that night they met at the club. A club that Rhys technically had been too young to be in the first place. That night felt like forever ago, and once again that handsome man with the goatee and perfect hair was touching him. Once again he was so enamoured and taken that he was opening his mouth before his brain could form something not embarrassing.