Heaven and Hell - Conclusion (*slash*)
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~BRET'S POV~
I smile as I glance over at Chris and then Lance, who is still sound asleep. Chris and I smile a knowing smile at
each other as we continue to watch TV on the small screen in the vans console. We wore Lance out last night.
Which in DDP's words, "it's not a bad thing, it's a good thing."
How good it felt to have Lance sandwiched between us as we teased and fucked him all night. Not that he was
complaining.
I gasp as I hear Vince McMahon's name announced. I immediately turn up the volume and Chris stares at me
confused.
I listen carefully as they give the details of Vince and Shane's death. Fuck! I can't believe that they tried to kidnap
Adam from the hospital.
The reporter continues to say that they found a file in his car on intended kidnap victims. I watched carefully as
they showed all the pictures of the future victims.
Chris and I gasp at the same time as Lance's picture pops onto the screen.
"Bret," Chris whispers in disbelief. "He was going to take Lance."
"Son of a bitch," I growl as I remember the lingering looks that Vince had given Lance when he visited. Never
would I have suspected that Vince would try to take Lance from me.
"He was waiting until you finished the hit on Mark and Hunter, and then he was going to kill you and take Lance,"
Chris whispered.
I remained silent. I'm speechless. I had almost gotten Lance kidnapped by that bastard.
I look up at Chris and he is frowning. When he does talk, it is in a soft deep growl. "We can't leave him alone
again," he replies with a stern look. "One of us will have to stay with him at all times."
I nod. We had almost lost the most important thing in our lives.
"Hey guys," Lance said with a slight yawn as he raised up from the mattress.
We smile at him and immediately flank him from both sides, pushing him back down on the mattress.
He giggles slightly, but doesn't struggle. "Please tell me that you guys aren't still horny after last night," Lance
whines with a slight smile.
"Us?" Chris asks with a mocked hurt expression which quickly changes to that of a predator. "We're always
hungry for you, baby."
Lance laughs out loud as Chris starts to nibble on Lance's ear knowing that it drives our lover crazy.
I lean over and capture Lance's lips in a passionate kiss. When we part, he is practically breathless.
"How could I stay mad at you guys?" Lance whispers.
I smile at him as I caress his face. "Don't worry. We're not going to be straying far from home any more."
"Really?" Lance asks with the excitement of a child.
"Really," Chris and I growl as we once again descend upon our lover.
I make a mental list in my mind to teach Lance self defense and how to shoot a gun. No one is ever going to harm
one of my lovers.
~ADAM'S POV~
As we all sit at the airport terminal and wait for our flight, I stare at the screen of the TV.
I glance over at Chris as he sits in Hunter's lap with his arms wrapped around his big lovers neck. I smile as I see
our fellow passengers whispering and looking at them with disgust.
Fuck them.
Hunter and Chris deserve to be happy.
I still can't believe that Chris actually shot both McMahon's. I'm glad that Benoit taught him self defense and how
to shoot a gun, now if I can convince Mark to teach me.
I told him that I wanted to learn, but he said there was no need. He wasn't ever going to leave me alone again.
Hell, I can't even take a piss unless he follows me into the bathroom. I guess he's afraid that he's going to lose me
again, and I don't want to push him away.
I'll talk to Hunter and maybe he can talk some sense into Mark, but for now I'm content to be held in Mark's arms
and I flash my fellow passengers a huge, gorgeous smile, which causes them to gasp.
I glance up at the TV screen again and see a picture of Jason. He's a serial killer? Fuck!
A smile slides across my face. Looks like Glenn just met his match.
"What's wrong, baby?" Mark asks concerned at my expression.
"Nothing," I whisper, just thought that I recognized him.
~MARK'S POV~
I hold Adam tighter. Chris told me about Jason, but I figure when Adam is ready to tell me, he will. I get a feeling
that Adam really cared about Jason, but the feeling wasn't mutual.
Hell, I was even afraid to make love to him after what Glenn did to him, but Adam had other plans once we
reached the hotel, and I ended up fucking him until five in the morning.
Needless to say, we are both wearing shades this morning to hide the dark circles under our eyes.
I glance over at the counter and much to my surprise, Jeff is standing there with Bradshaw. I gently rise up from
seat, planting a kiss on the top of Adam's head as I walk over.
"Rainbow," I whisper as not to startle him.
"Mark!" Jeff exclaims as he jumps up and wraps his arms around my neck.
I watch the young dark hair man with him frown.
"Mark, this is my brother Matt," Rainbow whispers in excitement.
I extend my hand and Matt reluctantly shakes it. "You're a friend of Jeff's?" He asks in disbelief.
"He saved me," Jeff quickly replies as he walks back to Bradshaw and wraps his arms around the big mans waist.
"We're together," Rainbow says proudly.
Bradshaw blushes slightly, but grins the biggest Texas grin that I've ever seen.
Matt rolls his eyes.
"Bradshaw is going to work for us on our farm, right Matt?"
Matt turns and looks at me. "It was the only way I could make him come home."
I chuckle as I pat Matt's back. "You're lucky you found him and that he found someone like Bradshaw to take
care of him."
Matt nods as he realizes that he almost lost Jeff.
"Thanks.....for everything," Matt whispers.
"Take care of him," I whisper as I walk over and scoop Adam back into my lap, smiling as Rainbow descends
upon Hunter and Chris.
~JASON'S POV~
I stare out of the window at the lush country. Huge green fields bordered by huge forests of tress. Where the hell
are we? I didn't see another house anywhere.
Fuck! I won't remain a prisoner. He can't have me. Like Adam, I stomp into the bathroom and throw open the
medicine chest. I gasp as I stare into an empty cabinet. Desperately, I open every drawer to find them empty.
"You will be given things as needed," Glenn whispers from behind me. "The only thing in here is soap, shampoo,
and lube," he chuckles.
"Bastard!" I growl as I start to beat on his massive chest with my fists, but it doesn't even phase him. He just
stands there as if he's bored.
Finally after I've exhausted myself, he grips my arms and holds me still.
"You belong to me, Jason," he growls as his grip tightens, bruising my arms.
"NEVER!" I hiss, placing a knee in his groin, causing him to push me backwards as he doubles over in pain.
I quickly run past him and out the bedroom. I smile as I see that the bedroom door has left open.
Very foolish.
I make it downstairs and out the front door before any of the guards can stop me.
I wince as my bare feet are cut on the rocks and stones of the ground as I run toward a huge clump of trees.
Fuck! It's cool out here, maybe I should have grabbed some clothes before I took off.
Once in the trees and out of plain sight, I begin to feel safe. It'll be hard for them to find me in here, and I'm not
going back there alive.
Glenn is so dead.
~GLENN'S POV~
My balls throb in pain, and I curse under my breath for being so careless, but I smile as I remember the tracking
device that Jason has implanted at the back of his neck.
I realize that he can't escape, there is no one for 20 miles in either direction. Plus, he's naked and scared. I smile as
I radio my guards to get the dogs and to turn the tracking device on.
Jason is terrified of dogs. Heard it on the news the other night. Seems that he was attacked by one when he was
real small. Interesting. I've have to get a copy of his whole chart from his shrink. Wonder what other little secrets
sweet Jason has.
If he wants to play games......let's get it on.
~THE END~