Prompt: Necrophilia
Rating: NC17 for themes
Pairing: Jared/Matt, Shannon/Tomo
Warnings: Character death, angst, dark humor, rough (but non graphic if that's a thing) sex, trivialisation of the very unfunny and indeed serious occurrence of actual death, insane!Jared (progressively so, sort of)
Summary: Matt leaves, accidental necrophilia ensues.
AN: First fic written for shiny new prompt table *pets pretteh table* We decide we'd try and cap the fics at 500 words, but tbh, we were already 1000 words into this one, so we're only counting the last part, sorta. It's a good thing, this was sort of languishing in a tbr pile, and we like realized this afternoon that we could totally use it for the prompt table. The result being, this is prolly slightly longer than most of these prompts will. Thanks to seasidh for the read through.
Disclaimer: We made it up, all of it.

Necrophilia: Sexual attraction to corpses




He said yes, do what you want, and smiled carefully so he didn't break his fragile exo-skeleton of 'not giving a fuck'.

Matt was full of excuses, they tumbled from his mouth like so much useless crap. Jared wasn't listening, Shannon could summarize later.

He watched Matt leave and said - did - nothing – inside everything he'd spent the last four years creating started to crumble.

They'd done things together, shared things together that Jared couldn't quite believe didn't mean the same to Matt anymore – if they ever had. How could he leave them behind?

Because how can a person tell you they love you, make you love them back, and then leave?

Shannon and Tomo were talking quietly to each other, Jared knew he should say something, make a suggestion, but it hurt too much to move. He couldn't say anything, Matt leaving, was so devastating there wasn't room in his brain for anything else.

Tension had been bad lately, he'd just… assumed Matt would come around, be different, stop hating him. Self-confident to the last Matt loved him, despite the things he said.

"Seek help, there's nothing I can do for you."

"Fuck you! You don't get to be an asshole and call me insane for getting upset."

"It's the only possible reaction to your crap. You make me be an asshole."

"No, you do that really well on your own."

He couldn't even remember why the argument started. They didn't argue over important things, they argued over everything. Jared wouldn't back down, Matt wouldn't back down, Shannon and Tomo tried not to interfere unless someone started throwing punches. He stood up and Shannon and Tomo stopped talking. "I'm going to bed."

"Wait, Jared we can't just not deal with this."

"You deal with it, I can't make myself care."

He stayed in bed for two days – didn't eat, barely slept, obsessed to the point he had to open something to let it out before it overtook his brain. He cut just under his ribs, deep enough that it worked but not so much Shannon would see. Couldn't let Shannon see what he was doing –he'd believe Matt's lies and if Shannon thought Jared was insane, that made two of them.

Tomo would believe it too, because Shannon was always right.

There was no reason to get up, no reason to do anything. Killing himself in a dramatic staged performance seemed like an awful lot of trouble to go to when he wouldn't be around to enjoy the aftermath. Would Matt care? His entire reasoning process revolved around what Matt would do if he comitted suicide. Committing suicide had the well documented side-effect of instant death, which would obviously render him unable to study Matt's reaction.

Maybe he could try and get maimed or contract something fatal? He dismissed that on the basis that if wasn't going to kill himself, he absolutely was not prepared to be alive and ugly - which was a definite risk if he crashed his car into a wall, get bitten by a poisonous snake or broke into the hospital and injected himself with various tropical diseases.

Injections led him nicely onto overdosing. That was a much better option, as long as Shannon got him to the hospital on time and told Matt.

Heroin and alcohol were the obvious rock star choice, and could be passed off to the media as accidental.

He spent the next two days drunk, and emerged with the best plan yet.

He knew he could still get Matt hot – they'd never stopped fucking. Even after the worst arguments when Jared's head had been cracked off the floor so hard he passed out, later that night, he let Matt fuck him. He couldn't explain it past it was the only thing Matt gave him, so he took it. Sex lasted until Matt came, got up and went straight in the shower, leaving Jared on his own. Yeah, I'll make him fuck me.


* * *

Still he was nervous, he knew Libby was out of town when he rang Matt's doorbell. Tried not to think about how fucking pathetic it made him to be here, about to beg Matt to fuck him and walk away afterwards.

Matt opened the door and Jared stared, he hadn't realized how much he'd missed just looking at him.

"What is it, Jared?" Matt folded his arms and stood in the doorway.

Jared, pushed his hand through his hair and looked away. "I know, I mean nothing to you, and I get that, s'just... can't stop thinking about one last fuck."

Matt actually laughed but Jared wasn't about to stop now, he stepped into Matt's space. "I know you left me but I can't stop wanting your cock." Matt's eyes said yes seconds before Jared shoved him into the wall and stuck his tongue down his throat.

He let Matt fuck him without lube, he wanted hurt, wanted to bleed, wanted to feel it all.

* * *

Matt poured him a drink and pointed at the cuts on his ribs. "Why do you think I couldn't be with you, when you spend so much time hurting yourself."

Jared swallowed the whisky in two gulps. "I hurt because of you."

"I can't do it, Jared. You're killing yourself, so slowly you can't see it."

Jared poured another drink - who the fuck does he think he is to punish me. He never tried to understand, he just wanted me to be different, be someone else when he wasn't fucking me. Well guess what, you can't have it both ways.

Jared grabbed Matt's head with both hands twisting his hair as hard as he could and scratching his scalp with his nails. "Now I'm gonna fuck you, and make you remember how it's supposed to be."

Matt could probably move if he wanted to, his lip curled when he spoke. "The only fucking reason you're getting away with this is because it is the last time. If you come here again, I'll have you arrested for trespassing."

"Last time, I promise." He had Matt against the wall, cock in his ass, hands around his throat before either of them had time to say anything else.

It felt like no fucking time at all had passed between when Jared started fucking Matt, and when Jared came in Matt's ass. He held Matt against the wall with the weight of his body and released his grip.

When Matt collapsed - he'd never done that before -Jared started looking for a clock to see how much time had passed.

Fuck! He hadn't meant to kill him - but what other outcome was likely to arise from seven, possibly ten minutes of suffocation. Maybe he had meant it, or at least his subconscious did.

* * *

His blackberry rang, playing Jared's ringtone and it was second nature to answer, never mind the fact that Shannon had only just collapsed against his back, pressing him deeper into the mattress.

Jared spoke before he's had a chance to say hello,

"Tomo! I think I might have, maybe, killed Matt."

Shannon ruffled his hair as he pressed kisses to the top of his back, and Tomo could just about manage; "uh-huh, ok, cool."

"Ye-ah," Jared didn't sound sure. "So...grab Shannon and meet me at Matt's house as soon as possible?"

Teeth nibbled at his neck and Tomo gasped in response, to who he's not sure,

"Give us twenty minutes?"

"Fifteen. Oh and erm...bring the van? And trash bags. And gloves. Fuck, knew I shoulda worn gloves today."

Tomo hit the 'end call' button and rolled over, pulling Shannon down for a kiss.

"What did Jared want?" Shannon asked as they parted.

"Something happened with Matt, wants us to go round there. Gave me the usual insane fucking list."

* * *

Jared prodded Matt with his foot. And promptly backed away at least five paces as Matt's leg spasmed again. There was something seriously fucked up about that. He was going to have to rethink his next death scene. So far he'd been sticking to the age old, tried and tested Hollywood method of 'look pained - die prettily - dead - stop moving'. Yet again, Hollywood had got it wrong, Jared now had first hand knowledge that just because a body was dead, didn't mean it had to stop moving.

As Matt had so nicely proven by fucking sitting up. Ok, so he'd looked like a puppet with half the strings missing, but he'd fucking sat up. Jared hadn't screamed. If he had, it would have been a very manly scream though.

The doorbell went, and Jared jumped at the sound. But didn't scream. That high pitched 'yip' was definitely the doorbell; obviously the batteries were failing.

"Open the fucking door!" Shannon's voice followed by a series of knocks. Jared walked over to the front door, wondering if Matt still kept the coffee in the same place, because he's kinda screwed as a host if it's moved. Matt wasn't going to be able to tell him and there's no way he's calling Libby.

He opened the door, and some part of his mind at least realized he needed to get Shannon and Tomo inside as quickly as possible. It was dark outside but it's better if they're not standing on the doorstep for hours.

Tomo did a double take as he greeted them, probably because it's Jared opening the door, not Matt. That is, until Shannon brushed past him, handing him the trash bags too,

"Could you at least have put some fucking clothes?"

"Don't tell me, you made up and Matt's currently tied to the bed?" Tomo asked, seemingly not bothered by Jared's state of undress.

"Not quite. I think I might be a necrophiliac..."

There was very much a non-reaction from either Tomo or Shannon, making Jared wonder if he usually came out with batshit comments like that. It was probable.

He wasn't feeling up to explaining his sex life to Shannon, that would lead to awkward questions like 'you're not a virgin?' - Shannon could be surprisingly oblivious to things that concerned Jared not actually being twelve years old. He let them walk into the front room, thinking the - still twitching and not quite lifeless - body would give them both a better idea of what had happened.

Tomo went straight for his usual chair but Shannon stopped in the doorway, eye's wide.

"Jared...why is Matt dead?"

"I er...kind of killed him." Jared fidgeted.

"Strangulation?" Tomo asked.

"Yeah, coffee?"

"Please."

"You killed him? And now you're making coffee?"

"I could get you a coke if you'd rather? That is, if Matt has any coke in. Kinda difficult to ask him," Jared laughed, but stopped abruptly, seeing the look on Shannon's face. He couldn't quite place the emotion behind his brothers eyes.

"Go make coffee," Shannon said softly.

Turns out, Matt hadn't moved the coffee, so that worked out well. Jared walked back to the front room with two steaming mugs of the stuff.

"We'll have to chop him up a bit first." Tomo said, there was an already rolled joint tucked behind his ear. Good thing he wasn't smoking it, otherwise Jared would have to shout at him, Matt hated people smoking in his front room.

"Are you fucking crazy?" Jared said, handing over the mugs, "we can't chop him up, that's...sick."

"You killed him."

"Yeah, but I only strangled him-"

"And were probably fucking him for a while after," a sardonic smile tugged at Tomo's lips and Jared really didn't have an answer to that, because one probably didn't exist.

"Jared sit down, stop hopping from foot to foot." Shannon said, switching into big brother mode. "You killed him, it was an accident, and now we've got to fucking dispose of the body."

"We're still going to have to cut him up to fit him in the bags. Always told him he was too tall."

As horrified as he was by the thought of dismembering Matt and stuffing him in the trash bags, Jared didn't miss the death glare Shannon sent in Tomo's direction.

"What? It'll be easier to feed him to the pigs too that way."

Shannon rubbed his temples, and Jared ventured an almost opinion,

"We're not really going to cut Matt up are we?"

Another death glare.

"No. Now...why don't you go make more coffee while Tomo and I get Matt in the car," Shannon prompted.

Jared nodded, happy to leave the two of them to deal with Matt's body. As freaky as the random twitching had been, the absolute stillness was even fucking worse. He pretended he didn't notice Tomo walking into the front room with a butchers knife as he hit the switch on the peculator.

It seemed to take ages before the coffee was ready to pour.

"Shannon, you taking sugar this week or not?" he called through the closed kitchen door. The sounds were easier to blot out with the door closed.

Shannon walked back in, still wearing rubber gloves and clutching a dust cloth,

"Don't worry about it, we're done. Matt's...in the car."

"Are we leaving now, then?"

"I really think we should, don't you?"

Tomo chose that moment to come back in, hugging Shannon from behind and hiding himself from Jared's view.

"Should we leave Libby a note? I used the last of her milk."

"What do you want to say, 'Eaten by pigs, B.R.B'?" Tomo asked, expression caught between confusion and disgust.

"Er, no. I was thinking 'Used all your milk. Love Jared'."

"Let's just go," Shannon sighed.

* * *

Jared lost the right to the drivers seat by way of not being quick enough to pick the keys up from the hallway table. Tomo called shotgun. Shannon drove them home via a fifty mile detour which he assured Jared was the 'pretty route'. Jared started to drift off, slumped against the car door. He hoped things would be better in the morning. Tonight had been fucked up.