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Author: Aisalynn
Fandom: Jumper
Characters: David/Griffin
Rating: R
He didn’t know what it was about him. He was gruff, distant, careless, and prone to giving random words of warning with no explanation. He was bitter and hard and there was something jagged about him, like a rock broken forcibly from a cliff and then washed up from the sea before it had the time to rub smooth. Sometimes there was something he said or did, a look in his eye or a few, softly spoken words that were given with no emotion, no expression, that made him seem unbalanced, dangerous.
David had gotten a little tired of it, of all the times Griffin had almost killed himself, all the fast driving where he just barely missed a tree or a truck or building or a lake, all the time he’d jump right into a group of Paladins and then fight his way out, laughing, like it was a game.
He’d jumped into the lair to see him on the floor, first aide kit out and him busy cleaning up another wound, busy creating another scar.
“Don’t you care?” David demanded. “Don’t you care if you even die?”
“No,” he’d said, still wrapping the bandages around his arm.
He didn’t even look up.
He was a murderer.
He reveled in it, in fact. He kept the number of Paladins he killed on a tally on the wall, and gave a happy shout anytime he scratched out a diagonal line that finished off the tally with a nice, even number. He was obsessed with it, killing them. Stayed up all night planning and figuring out how to trap them, all day laying out those traps and hunting them down. He looked mad, bent over the table, dim light from the generator spilling over his small, tense body, hair messed up and crazy from frantically running his hands through it, two day old growth on his jaw.
David couldn’t stay away.
The floor was cold against the palm of his hands, the hands that were placed on either side of Griffin, balancing and hold him as he moved, rocking their hips together. His head was bent low, face buried in the sweat soaked hair on Griffin’s head. He could hear every breath, every gasp that he made. The sound was addicting.
Griffin raised his hands, ran them along David’s chest and stomach, circling a fingertip around a nipple before trailing it down past his hips. David growled slightly, grabbed his hands and slammed them to the ground above his head, hard. He bit at the exposed skin on his neck and Griffin moaned. “I love it when you break my skin,” he whispered and David shivered.
He was drawn to it, to the darkness and passion and intensity that surrounded Griffin. Being around him was like a drug. His blood raced and pumped adrenalin through his veins, mind spun as he tried to keep up with his frantic pace. His breath quickened and caught at times, when he would glance over and give him that look and he just couldn’t stay away.
It didn’t matter that he lived out in the middle of a desert, didn’t matter that the only time he could sit still was when he was planning to kill Paladins or playing video games. David was even getting used to the crazy driving, trusting him to, if not save his own life, at least have consideration for David’s (though part of his mind told him he was crazy for that).
It didn’t even matter that the death’s were starting to bother him less and less, that he’d begun to accept them as part of Griffin, like one would accept a hobby of duck hunting or bass fishing.
And Millie, she didn’t understand. Sweet Millie, who reminded him of home and was the answer to all of his desires and feelings from growing up, feelings like wanting to fit in and wanting to have a mother and wanting his dad to be nice to him again and wanting to be happy and for everything to be perfect. Millie would look at him, that small frown on her lips and she would ask, “Where are you going all the time?” and he would lie and make up some story about a dangerous or new place he wanted to take her to and needed to check out or going to China to eat real Chinese and the frown would grow, and she‘d say, “Your hiding something from me again.”
And he wouldn’t know what to say.
Griffin groaned and stretched, finally done pouring over the map of a little farming town in Indiana, where he had set his next trap. His brows furrowed when he caught sight of David, who had been lounging on the couch for hours.
“Why do you keep coming here?” he asked, brows still furrowed like he couldn’t possibly think of a reason.
David stared at the ground, watching Griffin’s bare feet flex and shift against the gray floor, liking the way his frayed jeans fell across the top of them. “I don’t know,” he said, and didn’t look up to meet his eyes.
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I wish I was half this good. :: sulks good-naturedly ::
I don;t really mean that, of course. I'd cry if there was suddenly no more jumperslash by one amazing aisalynn. Seriously.
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Dunno where the hell the third part of that comment came from - my brain is all jumbled and reduced to much by your awesome, I guess.
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Thank you!
And as for the angst--its there! Its there! It's always there! Even if I'm just feeding it to you between the lines, 'cause I can't not do that. It's practically all I write.
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What are you trying to do to me?!?! Cuz...
holywickedhotsweetsadgutwrenchinglyperfectamzingnessmadeofcompletelywonderfulwinandfuckinggreatness
::dies::
♥ Sin
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Haha.
Wow, I had to squint to read that. *grins* Thank you so much! Your comments make me grin and blush like crazy. :)
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I was actually wondering... Would you like to co-author something? We seem to have a lot of the same ideas about things, and I think it would be oodles of fun! ^_^
♥ Sin
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♥ Sin
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A fanfic I actually enjoyed!! (more like "'literature' I actually enjoyed") erhmm it was very nice. I'd deffinately have a better understanding of the piece if I followed the series and knew the characters, but I was still able to get a most basic understanding of the characters, which was nice.
To pick out a few things from the piece, despite it's shortness... (arghhh I haven't done this in a looong time (laughs) ;; I'm sorry, I'm sure it's probably unwarranted)
I think it's a nice study. While short, it still manages to have clear character development. I think the ending scene has a really poignant (wtf) effect, tying the whole piece together. There are some issues that if you want to push (it to the the limit) you could work on but overall its good and you know, seems like a short study anyway so (ahem).
Nice sex scene! (shot) n-no, I think it's the first time I've read one of yours... it's good. I approve. ;;;
Now a mean bit;; ... the only section I have a real issue with is the paragraph on Millie- perhaps it makes more sense in the larger framework of the world you're working in, however in this piece she seems a bit lost. It breaks flow of the whole two-character study you have going, and especially because she's thrown in at the end of the piece, she seems like an afterthought. Either developing her more (with more mentions in the piece) or cutting her out altogether, I think would be best.
alksjflskdj slkdjfldskjflakdsj ilu
I'm gonna read more of your stuff now XD;; Although you'll probably kill me since I don't watch any of the shows... ergh...
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Wow... I forgot how much your critiques rock. *grins*
Yeah, I know it's short, but it was written for a Fic Drive (trying to get so many fics posted in so many days) and the dealine was in like, then minutes, so I cut it down a bit.
The sex scene, haha. Well, I've only actually started writing sex scenes a few weeks ago, so all of them are a bit...sketchy. Brief, abstract glimpes ans whatnot.
As for Millie, well she's his girlfriend-ish thing in the movie (Yes, movie, not series, so it would be easy for you to catch up! *hint hint*) but she sort of was always an afterthought, but your right, I really didn't get to do as much with her here as I originally planned to.
*jumps up and down* I'm so glad you commented! You have no idea how much I'm grinning right now. *beams* Marshmellows for you!!
PS. I saw your picspam (and didn't comment, I'm a bad friend -.-) and LOVE your haircut, by the way. :)
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lksjdflkdsj thanksss
argh I miss you, it feels like we're in seperate spheres now.
Now now, I'm not a big fan of Movies (I talk during them you know... a lot). But I think I'm getting a bit more into them so, well...
I'm not really into e-lit or er that stuff but I think the vagueness worked, without loosing the intimacy/feeling of the piece.
aslkfjsd we should find something we can geek out together on. ERk. love!!!!
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/dies.
You're my favorite person in the entire world.
You are a goddess, and my god, those freaking ITALICS you do!! =D
I love what you did with the tallying and the "--and Griffin moaned. “I love it when you break my skin,” he whispered and David shivered."
I now have goosebumps and happy dreams for the next week.
And good job with Millie-- people either cut her down and out in order to rush the Griffin/David, or they overdo her to try avoiding doing just that and making it seem more natural. You did it just the right way, and the end! WOW.
Griffin's 'Why?' It goes to show just how obsessed he really is, how nothing else can have meaning to him since he based his entire existence on it. It shows how damaged he is, that really doesn't understand what David wants from him because he can't see what David sees in him.
I WORSHIP YOU.
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great work, don't know what to say xD
never stop writing!!!!!
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What a perfect interpretation of David and Griffin's relationship!