Heaven and Hell - Part 10 (*slash*)
For disclaimers and such, see part one.
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~MARK'S POV~
I hold Adam's hand as he sleeps. The doctors have checked him and reassured me that he's just sleeping. Poor
baby is exhausted.
I watch Hunter as he paces back and forth, glancing occasionally to where Chris stands with a local police
detective.
"What if he tells?" Hunter asks in a faint whisper.
"He won't," I reply quickly.
Hunter sighs. "They're coming."
I take a deep breath and await our fate, slightly squeezing Adam's hand as the door pushes open.
Chris enters first and flashes Hunter a beautiful smile.
"Detective Kurt Angle, this is Hunter," Chris beams as he wraps his arms around Hunter's waist. "And that's Mark
and Adam."
"Nice to meet you," Angle quickly replies with a slight blush as Chris leans up and kisses Hunter.
I clear my throat and Chris slowly pulls away, looking a little flushed and excited.
"I don't know if you realize how lucky you are that they didn't succeed in kidnapping Adam," Angle says, trying to
avoid eye contact with Chris and what his hands were doing to Hunter. "But they are wanted in various states, for
kidnapping and murder."
"Really?" I ask slightly amused.
"Yes, it's true. They own this private club, called Garden of Eden. They kidnap young men and women and force
them to work there as sex slaves," Angle continues with a disgusted look on his face.
"How appalling," I gasp in mock surprise, glancing in Hunter's direction. Smiling as he rolls his eyes.
"If I were you, I'd keep a close eye on Chris and Adam," Angle encourages us. "It's a good thing that you knew
how to fire that gun," Angle continues smiling slightly at Chris, who simply beams at all the attention and fuss that
Angle was bestowing on him.
"Oh, we will," Hunter growls as he captures Chris' mouth in a possessive kiss, glancing at Angle to make sure he
realized just who Chris belonged to.
I grin as I notice the bulge in the good detective's pants.
"I have to go and file this report. You might want to stay in town for awhile, there might be some questions that my
superiors have for you," he quickly replies, dismissing himself quickly through the door.
I laugh out loud as Chris pulls away and leaves a very hot and bothered Hunter standing alone.
"Oh, no you don't," Hunter growls, pulling Chris into the bathroom and slamming the door. "Not only did you
make that detective all hot and bothered, but you've awakened the Hunter in me."
Chris' giggles echoed into the room.
~ADAM'S POV~
I awaken to the faint sounds of giggles. It sounds like Chris.
I slowly open my eyes and then remember that Vince and Shane had me. I'm going to die.
"NO!" I scream as I bolt upright in bed.
Two huge strong hands grab me and push me back down. "Easy!" Mark growls as a faint smile appears on his
face. "You alright, beauty?"
Knowing that this can't be real, I start to cry.
"What's wrong?" Mark whispers in concern.
"Is this heaven or hell?" I whisper.
Mark looks at me confused for a moment. "Neither. Sorry to say it, but you're still on planet Earth, beautiful."
Hunter sticks his head out of the bathroom door. "Everything alright in here?" He growls.
"Yea," Mark growls.
Hunter shuts the door and I hear Chris giggle.
Maybe it's really real.
"Mark?" I whisper as I reach up and caress his face. "Is it really you?"
"You were expecting someone else?" He whispers softly as he leans down and kisses me.
"I've missed you so much," I whisper, fighting back the tears.
He smiles as he pulls me into his strong, protective arms. "And I love you," he whispers in my ear as he starts to
gently nibble on my neck.
I jump as someone clears their throat.
Mark growls as he looks up and sees the older nurse standing there with her arms crossed. "He needs his rest, not
some oversexed middle-age man nibbling on his neck."
Mark stands and for a moment, I think that he is contemplating a choke slam on the small, frail woman. "Mark," I
whisper, grabbing his arm.
He sits back down, but continues to growl at her.
"I'll be watching you," she growls right back.
As she shuts the door, it's my turn to giggle.
"What's so funny?" Mark hisses, but there isn't any true anger behind his words.
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size," I purr.
"Oh, I plan on doing more than just picking on you," Mark smirks.
"Gonna fuck me?" I whisper.
"Long and hard," he growls, shifting in his seat, his jeans obviously becoming too tight.
"Looking forward to it," I whisper back as I lick my lips.
We both jump as Chris issues a howl of pleasure from the bathroom, drawing the attention of the older nurse once
again.
"Oh shit, she's coming back," I gasp.
Mark chuckles. "Hunter's ass is the one in trouble this time."
~JEFF'S POV~
I stare at the man in awe. "It can't be you," I whisper in disbelief.
Matthew smiles as he pulls me into a tight, brotherly embrace. "I've missed you little brother."
I wipe away the tear that has formed in my eye as I pull away. "No," I gasp. "I'm not your brother. Go away and
leave me alone."
Matthew looks at Bradshaw with a hurt expression. "Jeff," he whispers as he gently grasps his shoulder.
"I'm dirty," I whimper, pulling away, ashamed to face him.
"Jeff, I know what you had to do to survive when dad kicked you out," Matthew whispers. "You were only
sixteen."
I whirl around and face him, clutching my fists. "No, you don't! No one does!" I snap.
"I'm sorry," Matthew whispers. "I tried to find you."
"He's been looking for you for a long time," Bradshaw whispers, but quickly silences as I glare at him.
"You had him to kidnap me from the only two people who have ever given a shit about me!"
Bradshaw bows his head. "I didn't know."
"I wanted you safe. I wanted to protect you," Matthew whispered as a single tear rolled down his cheek.
Feeling like an ass, I wrap my arms around my brother. "I know. It's just hard for me to trust anyone."
I sigh as my brother's arms wrap around me again, holding me, comforting me.
I glance over at Bradshaw and smile faintly. He's not a bad looking guy. I silently wonder if Matthew would get
mad at me for seducing the big guy.
Well, there's only one way to find out......
~JASON'S POV~
My eyes slowly flutter open. I grip my head as I start to experience one of the worst headaches that I've ever had.
I never get headaches unless I drink too much or do drugs.
I jump as I realize that Glenn had drugged me.
I realize in horror that my wrists and ankles are shackled to the four posts of the huge bed.
"Good morning, Jason," Glenn whispers with a faint smirk.
"Let me go!" I hiss, feeling all my hate and fury boil to the surface.
"I'm afraid that I can't do that. You see, you're wanted for murder," he whispers with a slight all-knowing smile.
"You're going to turn me in?" I gasp.
He laughs. "No. Remember what we promised each other? Together for ever," he whispers.
"NO! LET ME GO! I'LL KILL YOU!"
He merely sighs as he pulls out a medical kit and takes out a syringe and a vial of clear liquid.
"I had this especially made for you, angel. My friends in Cuba are so ingenious with their drugs," he whispers in a
calm voice as he fills the syringe with the liquid.
"No! You can't!" I scream as he grabs my arm and wraps a tight band around my arm and proceeds to check for
the easiest vein.
He merely smiles at me. "Easy, Jason. When you awaken, your room will be finished."
He's going to keep me prisoner?
"No! You promised!" I hissed.
"Promises are made to be broken," he growls as he pushes the sharp needle into my vein releasing the unknown
substance into me.
I whimper as it slightly stings. I suddenly feel like I'm floating as my eye lids grow heavy.
I glance up at him and he is smirking, proud of his deceit. Well, two can play at that game. Just wait.....until....I
wake up.
~GLENN'S POV~
I smile as the drug works it's magic on him.
I see the hate and rage in his pretty eyes as they close in forced slumber. If looks could kill, I would have a dagger
buried deeply in my heart right now.
We were made for each other.
Now, to just convince him of that.
~BRET'S POV~
I pull the van over in a secluded spot for the night. I smile as I spot a nearby river, remembering the fun all three of
us use to have camping.
I glance back at Lance and he is curled up on his side and pretending to be sound asleep.
"He's pissed at us," Chris whispers.
I nod. I never should have took that hit contract, but when I found it that involved Chris' employer, I didn't have a
choice. At least with me, Chris wouldn't get hurt.
"Release us, Bret. You can't keep us under lock and key forever," Chris whispers.
I sigh as I realize that what he says is the truth.
I climb back and sit astraddle of Chris, who merely smiles at me as I undo his wrist cuffs.
His hands immediately wrap around my neck and pull me down for a scorching, possessive kiss. As the kiss
deepens, I moan in pleasure.
"What about me?" Lance whispers with a slight pout on his face.
"I thought you were sleeping," I quickly retort, smiling as I reach down and unlock Chris' ankle cuffs. "Besides, I
thought you were still mad at us darling?"
Lance pouts again and it's so damn sexy that I practically pounce on him, followed by Chris.
Lance squeaks as we both assault his body, caressing and stroking every inch of him, placing kisses and soft nips
along the way.
He tries to raise up, but we both push our little tease back down.
"HEY! Not fair! Two against one," Lance whimpers.
"What's wrong, Lance?" I ask mockingly, smiling as Chris tugs at one of Lance's small pert nipples.
Lance surprises us by pushing us away and bolting out of the van. Damn, the little shit is fast.
Lance spots the river and runs to it, diving in.
"Lance!" Chris and I wail in unison.
Lance starts to laugh at us as we slowly wade into the cold water after him.
"FUCK!" I growl as the cold water makes contact with my balls.
"Lance," Chris growls as he is apparently experiencing the same chilling experience that I am.
Lance continues to laugh, but stops as Chris starts to submerge himself.
"Want to play shark?" Chris whispers to me.
I smile as I start to submerge.
"NO!" Lance screams as he starts to run toward the shore, shrieking as he is pulled under the water.
He manages to squirm away, but not for long.
I smile as Chris closes in and grabs his cock, halting our small fleeing lover. Slowly I close in, springing up behind
him as I wrap my arms around his flat, firm waist.
"Got ya," I growl.
Lance squirms as he is sandwiched between us, but it is in vain.
"NO FAIR!" He screams much to our delight.
"All is fair in love and war," Chris growls as he leans down and captures Chris' lips in a hot, passionate kiss, while
I grind myself against Lance's backside, letting him feel just how hard I am.
A ragged moan escapes Lance's throat.
I think that I've just destroyed Lance's plan for revenge against us, because he's certainly enjoying being the
"center" of attention.
~TBC~
