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Christmas Angels - 3/? (*Slash*)
For disclaimer and such, see part one.
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Jeff frowned as he hit the redial button on his phone for the tenth time. Where the hell was Chris?
Surely he wouldn't be so stupid and try to come to his house this late at night and in this type of
weather.
Damn Matt. It was all his fault. He probably scared Chris off.
And where had Matt gone this late at night?
Jeff fell backwards on the bed mentally exhausted. He started biting his nails nervously. He had a
bad feeling that this wasn't going to be a good Christmas. He glanced at his watch. He'd wait a
little longer on Chris and then go check on the angels.
~AT BRADSHAW'S HOUSE~
Matt hesitated as he stood at the door. He bit his bottom lip nervously. He had no choice. Right?
This was for his family.
His finger was shaking as he reached out to push the door bell.
Bradshaw smiled as he swung the door open. He was wearing a short black robe and was chewing
on a foul smelling cigar. Matt smiled as he saw the bottle of beer in his free hand. He didn't think
he'd ever seen Bradshaw without a beer in his hand.
"Matthew!" Bradshaw exclaimed as he pulled him inside. "What are you doing out in this kind of
weather?" He asked genuinely concerned.
Matt shivered. He hadn't realized how cold he was until he stepped into the warmth of
Bradshaw's house. "I needed to talk to you," Matt whispered, shivering as he looked at Bradshaw.
Something about the man always intimidated him.
"What could be so important that you'd risk your life darling?" Bradshaw asked concerned as he
ushered him into the den near the fireplace and the roaring fire.
Matt blushed. Bradshaw was always calling him darling. "I need to borrow some money," Matt
said quickly before he lost his nerve, exhaling in relief afterwards.
Bradshaw smiled as he stopped chewing on his cigar. "You want to borrow money?"
"My dad will lose the farm to McMahon if we can't come up with ten thousand by morning.
Please, you know I'm good for it."
Bradshaw smile widened and he put down his cigar before he choked on it. 'Bless Vince's greedy
soul,' he thought.
"Do you have any collateral?" He asked, his eyes lustfully roaming Matt's smaller form.
"Collateral?" Matt asked confused. "I don't have anything that you would want."
Bradshaw almost choked without the cigar. "Now, I wouldn't say that darling. Have you looked in
the mirror lately?"
"What?" Matt asked confused.
"I want you as collateral," Bradshaw whispered as he stepped closer to Matt. "Sleep with me and
I'll give you anything your little heart desires."
Matt was in shock, but mostly denial. "What?" He managed to gasp as he slowly backed away
from the larger man towards the front door.
He wasn't gay. He wasn't Jeff. Why did Bradshaw think that he would agree to this ridiculous
proposal?
Matt stumbled and almost fell, but two huge arms wrapped around him, pulling him against a
huge body. "I got ya," Bradshaw whispered.
"Let me go," Matt whimpered as he pulled away.
"Thought you wanted the money?" Bradshaw asked confused.
"I won't do that," Matt said disgusted.
Bradshaw chuckled. "It's not so bad. Just ask Jeff," he said smirking. "Darling, I won't hurt you."
"You know about Jeff?" Matt asked in disbelief.
"Doesn't everyone? Hell, Chris and him fuck like damn rabbits. It's a good thing that Jeff isn't
female or he'd be knocked up."
Matt blushed. Everyone knew about his little brother?
"Sleep with me and I'll give you the money tonight."
Matt couldn't control the tear that slid down his cheek. "I......."
"Shhh," Bradshaw whispered as he tilted his chin up, "I won't hurt you."
Matt knew that he didn't have a choice. His dad needed the money or the family farm was
history. The farm had been in their family for generations.
One night. Was that so bad? Jeff seemed to like it when Chris fucked him.
"One night?" Matt asked, embarrassed at what he was about to do.
"One," Bradshaw said as he gently placed Matt's hand in his and led him into the master
bedroom.
~AT THE HARDY CABIN~
Mark shook his head. He was fucking freezing out here. He couldn't believe that he was freezing
his ass off in a search for two angels.
Damn. Vince had really lost it this time. Angels his ass.
He threw the bag of ropes and nets down. This was beyond stupid.
He squinted his eyes as he looked at the seemly abandoned cabin. Fuck. There was no way that
he was staying out in this weather.
He was almost ready to pack up and head back when he saw the door to the cabin slowly creak
open.
He watched in awe as a tall, beautiful, blonde hair man slowly emerged. Mark gasped as he saw
the wings attached to the mans back.
He rubbed his eyes. There wasn't any such things as angels. Angels were just part of religious
fantasies.
Adam jumped as he saw the huge man dressed in all black staring back at him. Adam was scared
at first, but when the man made no attempt to harm him, Adam slowly moved towards him.
Mark bent down and slowly picked up the bag as the young angel approached, pretending to
ignore him.
"Who are you?" Adam asked innocently.
"Mark, and you are?"
"Adam," the angel said proudly. "I'm a angel."
Adam. The name was like honey to Mark's ears. "I can see that," Mark said smiling at the
childlike behavior of the angel.
Adam moved closer, leaning in to sniff at Mark. He frowned, Mark was so different than Jeff. He
smelled like tobacco, alcohol, and leather and his hair wasn't blue or long like his.
Adam reached up and ran his hand over Mark's short hair. "It kinda tickles," Adam said with a
slight giggle as he pulled his hand back.
Mark smiled at Adam's innocence. He knew he had to lure him away from the cabin and the other
angel. He'd have to capture them one at a time.
"Wanna see my motorcyle?" Mark asked in an attempt to lure him away.
"Motorcyle?" Adam asked, his eyes bright with curiosity.
"Follow me," Mark said smiling as he headed off towards his truck. He knew he had to subdue
Adam before he reached the truck and found no motorcycle.
Adam followed Mark through the trees, oblivious to his new surroundings. His wings fluttering in
anticipation.
Mark looked around, figuring that he was a safe distance away from the cabin abruptly stopped.
"Why are you stopping?" Adam asked confused.
Mark brushed his hand along Adam's beautiful snow white wings, amazed at how feathery soft
they were. "Adam, I don't think you can ride the motorcycle. These will get in the way."
Adam pouted. "But I want to ride."
"I can fix it so you can. Will you let me?"
Adam nodded quickly, trusting Mark. He really, really wanted to ride the motorcycle.
Mark smiled as he pulled out a long rope and gently proceeded to loop it around Adam's wings,
tying it so that Adam was in no discomfort, but in a manner that flight was impossible.
Adam frowned as he tried to flutter his wings. "I can't fly," he said pouting.
"It's alright," Mark whispered as he grabbed Adam's wrists and snapped a pair of handcuffs on
them.
"Mark?" Adam asked confused as he tried to free his hands from the padded restraints.
Mark frowned. Fuck. What was he doing? He was kidnapping an angel. An angel. He would surely
be damned for this.
Frowning he pulled out a roll of tape.
"Why?" Adam asked as he looked at Mark accusingly. "Are you a demon?"
Mark chuckled as he tore off a piece of tape. "I've been called many things, but that isn't one of
them. Actually, I'm a minion for one," Mark said smiling as he placed the tape over Adam's
luscious lips, silencing any further protests from the angel.
Adam's eyes widened as Mark lifted and tossed him over his broad shoulder and as he carried
him further away from Jason.
Adam started to kick and struggle, but Mark slapped his posterior hard, eliciting a whimper of
outrage from the angel.
Mark chuckled. Maybe he wouldn't turn the angel over to Vince. Maybe he'd keep him for
himself, for his own personal pleasure.
Mark jumped as the sky rumbled.
"Just kidding," Mark said as he hurried to his truck. Fuck. He was too old for this shit.
~TBC~
