TITLE: Heaven and Hell
AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash m/m, rape, mild bdsm
DISCLAIMER: Don't own them, they own themselves or Vince does. *pouts* I don't know their true sexuality,
this is just fiction and no money is made from it.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask first.
STORY TYPE: AU
SUMMARY: Sequel to "Garden of Eden." What's lost is found.
NOTE: Happy Birthday Raynbeaux! I didn't have enough time to write the fic you requested, so I would like to
dedicate this one to you.
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~MARK'S POV~
I sigh as I look around the restaurant. Eating alone was never my favorite thing to do, but Hunter is out of town on
business and it's either eat alone or starve. My gaze falls upon two lovers seated directly across me, who are lost
in a passionate moment.
I reach into my shirt pocket and pull out a small picture of Adam. I smile as I stare at his smiling face. I had found
it in his wallet when he first arrived at Eden and I had hid it from Hunter and Stephanie, knowing that I was not to
keep any personal items that belonged to the flowers, but Adam had entranced me.
Talk about desire, I had wanted him from the first moment that I laid eyes upon him. I remember how scared and
frightened he was, but most of all, I remember how beautiful he looked when I first claimed him as my own
personal flower. The look of shock on his beautiful face as he came for me.
I lay the picture down on the table as I wipe the tear from my eye. It's been over a year since he, along with Chris,
simply vanished. Hunter tries to tell me that they are dead, but each time he sees a blond about the size of Chris,
he does a double take. Hell, so do I. They are out there somewhere. We just have to find them.
I'm so deep in thought that I jump when the middle-age woman places her hand on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," she whispers in apology.
"It's alright," I whisper, trying to hide the tears that are forming in my eyes, cursing myself for being caught off
guard in public. I snatch up the small photograph and place it back in my shirt pocket, keeping it close to my heart.
"You know Adam?" She asks with a hint of surprise.
My eyes widen. She knows his name. I didn't tell her his name.
"Yes!" I gasp. "Do you?"
"Well," she giggles as she proceeds to sit down at my table. "I only met him once at Mr. Jacob's fall party."
"Mr. Jacobs?" I growl, clinching my fists underneath the tablecloth. I can feel the anger and hate building inside of
me. "Glenn Jacobs?" I ask again, picking up the wine glass and taking a sip as I try to act casual, when all I want
to do is yank her up and shake her until I find out all the information I want to know.
"Yes. Do you know him, too?"
Thank God, she is a gossipy woman.
"Yes. Quite well, but I haven't seen him for a couple of years. So where is Mr. Jacobs living now?" I ask, trying to
control my anger.
"Well, he bought a beach house in Santa Barbara about a year ago," she quickly replies.
She jumps as the wine glasses shatters in my grip. I watch the blood as it slowly trickles from my palm.
"Oh, my goodness. Are you alright?" She gasps, motioning for the waitress.
"Just fine," I whisper as I wipe the blood away with my napkin.
"It was nice to meet you. I think," she whispers as she quickly stands and walks away, unnerved by my actions.
I watch her leave, staring at the door she walked through.
Adam is alive and with Glenn, my own fucking brother.
"Sir," the waitress whispers, careful not to startle me. "Are you alright?"
"Peachy," I whisper as I stand, pressing a hundred dollar bill in her trembling palm. "That should cover any
damages," I growl as I head out the door.
I have to call Hunter. This is the first lead that we've ever had on Adam and Chris. Glenn knew that Adam was
mine, that bitch Stephanie must have contacted him.
~GLENN'S POV~
I grunt in pleasure as I look down at Adam. He's so beautiful when he's laying flat on his back with his legs lifted
and spread wide open for me.
I watch as my huge cock pumps in and out of his tight hole. A strong feeling of possessiveness surges through me.
He's mine. All mine.
My eyes lock with his, but it's as if he is looking straight through me. I can tell that he's thinking of
another........Mark.
I slap him hard across the face and he yelps in surprise.
"While you are in my bed, you will only think of me and my needs," I growl in warning.
"I wasn't....."
I press a finger to his beautiful, lying lips, silencing him. "If you lie, I will have to punish you."
He shivers and closes his eyes. Mention the word "punish" and he goes instant submissive.
I chuckle. My brother trained him so well.
I lean down and kiss him, slowing my thrusts into him, managing to elicit a soft moan and whimper of pleasure from
him as my tongue entwines with his, while my cock brushes across his prostate.
Much to my surprise, he wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me closer.
I've been trying for a year to make him forget Mark, but to no avail. As he squirms temptously under me, I wonder
if I've managed to succeed this time.
I nip at his exposed neck, sucking at it feverishly, marking him as mine. Not that anyone sane would attempt to
take him away from me, but because I can.
I reach between us and stroke his cock in rhythm with my thrusts into him.
"Ummmm," he whispers as he wiggles delightfully under me. "MARK!" He screams as he comes in my hand.
The mere mention of my brother's name fills me with rage. Worse, he cried out Mark's name in the heat of
passion. I glare down at him as I release his cock.
His eyes snap open as he realizes his mistake.
"Still thinking of another?" I growl.
"No! It was an accident....I only want you.....Glenn," he whimpers.
I slap him again and again. I stop only when his lip starts to bleed.
I grip his hips and slam into him hard and fast, burying myself as far inside of him as I possibly can, impaling him on
my cock.
He's mine! All mine! I will not share!
I don't like hurting him, but it's for his own good. Mark has probably hurt and tortured him twice as bad as I have,
but yet he longs for Mark. Loves him. WHY?
Why can't he love me as much as he loves Mark?
A cross between a growl and a sob escapes my throat as I come. My seed marking my territory once again as
I've done so often in the last year.
"Mine," I growl out loud.
~ADAM'S POV~
I lay still as he takes pleasure from my body. I don't dare resist when he's like this. Even though I see the anger
subsiding within him, I won't take a chance in reigniting it.
I can't believe that I called out for Mark.
Why?
I don't know exactly why, but it's like we are bonded. Some people might even say that we are soul mates. Not
only does my body long for him, but my heart breaks a little each day that I'm without him.
I breathe a small sigh of relief as he rolls off the top of me. I feel his seed leaking from me and I feel dirty. I try to
roll on my side, but he grabs me and forces me to remain laying on my back. I jump as he gently caresses my
swollen lip.
"I'm sorry," he whispers in apology.
I nod. Afraid to move. Too terrified to breathe just yet.
"Do you forgive me?" he whispers.
"Yes," I whisper faintly. My lip hurts like hell, but I know that expects an answer.
He smiles as he caresses my hair. "You only hurt us both with your foolish belief that he's coming to rescue you.
He loves Hunter now, and you belong to me."
His words slice through my heart. I can't control the tears any longer and start to sob.
"He loves me," I whisper. "He will come."
"He fucked and used you. He's forgotten about you, Adam."
"No," I whimper as he holds me close against his huge chest.
"Adam, you must accept the fact that he no longer desires you."
He holds me close as I sob.
"That's it baby. Forget about him. He's never coming."
~CHRIS' POV~
I listen to Adam sob and it causes a tear to form in my eye.
Glenn is playing a mind game with Adam and winning. Think about it. Who in their right mind wouldn't love an
Adonis like Adam? But then again, it doesn't matter. Glenn will never let Adam go.
"Penny for your thoughts," Benoit whispers as he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me back against him.
Although Hunter was my first male love, I have fallen in love with Benoit since my stay here at Glenn's. If I had to
choose, I don't know if I would pick Hunter over Benoit.
"Adam is crying again," I reply, pushing the idea of choosing one over the other out of my head.
"He called out Mark's name in Glenn's bed. Not exactly a smart thing to do," Benoit smirks.
"It's not funny," I frown as I push him away.
"Whoa," he growls, pulling me back to him. Even though his growl sounds menacing, he has never hurt me.
"There's nothing you can do for Adam. Glenn won't let anyone within five feet of him."
I knew that Adam needed a break or he would snap soon. He was already refusing to eat. The doctors had given
Mark pills and injections for him, but nothing seemed to be working.
I smiled as an idea popped into my head. "Adam needs someone to talk to. Someone who needs him," I whisper.
"He's got Glenn," Benoit whispers as he starts to nibble on my neck.
"Like Glenn will listen to him, all he wants to do is fuck him. No. He needs someone his own age to talk to."
"Don't even think about it Chris. He will kill you if you try to talk to Adam."
"What if Glenn found another lover? Someone around Adam's age. Someone young and beautiful like him. Hell,
what's Glenn got to lose? He'll save Adam, and gain another beautiful lover."
Benoit stares at me. "If you think that it will end Adam's depression, I'll suggest it to the boss."
"Thank you," I squeal, wrapping my arms around his neck and planting soft kisses along his neck.
He chuckles as he backs me against the wall and proceeds to undress me.
I moan as he nips at my neck, marking me as his. Hunter? Hunter, who?
~TBC~
