He looked up once again, staring directly at the moon. He smiled slightly.
He didn't know exactly why he did it. Maybe it was the fear that had overcome him upon finding out what had happened, maybe it was the desire to make Jackass regret ever messing with his life. Whatever the reason, he just did it.
His fingers wrapped around the butt of his gun, pulling it from his holster and resting it on his lap. He waited patiently for a few moments, waiting until he saw movement beside the moon. A black shape landed on the roof, shifting into human form. Pexy's heart skipped a beat when he realized who it was, despite everything.
"What do you want?" Jackass whispered hoarsely, leaning heavily on his elbows, his body shaking. Pexy smirked at him coldly, sliding his finger across the trigger.
"Do you really want to know?" Pexy asked, leaning forward. Jackass glared back up at him.
"What do you want?!" he shouted angrily. Pexy raised an eyebrow.
"My father," he answered simply. Jackass flinched, falling backward slightly as though he'd been hit. Pexy chuckled.
"Didn't expect me to answer, did you?" he asked amusedly. Jackass glared angrily back at him.
"Fuck you, Spade!" Jackass yelled. Pexy rolled his eyes, sighing softly.
"No thanks, I don't take kindly to insults," he replied sarcastically. Jackass stared him dead in the eye, gritting his teeth.
"Why?" he asked, voice cracking as he spoke. Pexy chuckled lightly before standing up, picking his cigarette back up from where it had fallen in his haste to get to the door. He tossed it aside before reaching back behind his shoulder to pull off his shirt. He threw it in the direction of Jackass's feet before walking towards him and kneeling in front of him.
Jackass tried to glare at him, but Pexy only leaned in closer, pressing their lips together. Jackass's eyes went wide and he froze. Then he started fighting, trying to escape. He thrashed against the older man's grip, attempting desperately to break free.
"Stop fucking moving or else this might hurt more," Pexy growled, tightening his hold on the younger man as Jackass kept trying to struggle.
"Fuck you!" Jackass screamed. Pexy smirked.
"I prefer you alive," he responded. Jackass struggled harder, causing the older man's grip on him to tighten.
"Let me go!" Jackass begged desperately, writhing frantically in the older man's grasp. Pexy sighed irritably before releasing Jackass completely. He stumbled back several steps, landing flat on his ass. Pexy reached forwards and snatched up his shirt, quickly pulling it over his head. As he did so, he saw Jackass's eyes widen slightly, glancing down at his body briefly.
Pexy raised an eyebrow, looking at him inquisitively.
"You like what you see?" he asked, grinning maliciously. Jackass averted his gaze quickly.
"Shut up."
Pexy chuckled lowly, sitting down beside the still-shaking man. He placed his hand gently on his knee, watching Jackass carefully.
"Listen, shrimp...I'm willing to bet that all you wanted was an easy fuck. Well...here's your opportunity."
"It was never going to happen," Jackass said quietly. "This was a mistake."
"Nonsense," Pexy shot back calmly, running a gentle finger down the side of Jackass's face. Jackass shuddered slightly, closing his eyes tightly. Pexy smiled slightly. "You'll find that you love this kind of game. You'll learn to enjoy it, especially if I teach you."