Heaven and Hell - Part 7 (*Slash*)
For disclaimers and such, see part one.
Thanks for all your support!
____________________________________________________________
~CHRIS' POV~
I moan as Benoit nips at my neck, teasing it lovingly with his tongue and teeth. I can't control the trembling of my
body as I feel him press closer. If we weren't in such a public place, I'd spread my legs and let him take me right
now.
I glance through lust-filled eyes at my lover, but frown as I see a shocked expression on his face.
"Benoit?" I whisper, tilting my head to the side a little.
I gasp as I see Hunter holding a gun to the back of Benoit's head.
"Don't move," Hunter growled to Benoit as he reached inside of Benoit's shirt and removed his concealed gun.
"Hunter," I gasped as I slid out from under Benoit. Too shocked and excited to see my long lost lover that I
inadvertently knock Benoit down as I jump up. "I'm sorry," I whisper as I lean down to assist my current lover.
Hunter growls as he grabs my wrist and pulls me to him, eliciting a shiver of desire from me. His eyes slowly
skimming over my body, pausing at the black speedo that I'm wearing. He grips his gun tighter as he points it at
Benoit, daring him to move.
"Did you miss me?" Hunter growls, his eyes full of jealously and distrust.
"It's been over a year," I gasp as I try to pull my wrist away. "You're hurting me."
Hunter chuckles. "Was I that easy to replace?"
I wince as he grips my arm tighter. "Hunter, stop," I whimper, glancing down at Benoit and feeling sick to my
stomach. I couldn't choose between them. I couldn't.
"He cried for you every night at the beginning," Benoit whispers.
"What?" Hunter growls. "Did I give you permission to speak?"
"No, but you're acting like a fucking jerk," Benoit growls back. "He loves you. He always has."
Hunter loosens his grip on my wrist as Benoit's words sink in. "Chris?"
"It's true, Hunter. I never stopped loving you, but.....," I bite my lip as I glance nervously at Benoit.
"But you have feelings for him?"
I nod, blushing. Right now I feel so ashamed. So dirty.
"I'm confused," I whisper truthfully.
"Let me help you out there beautiful," a man growls from behind Hunter.
~BRET'S POV~
The look on Benoit's face is priceless. "Bret?" He gasps.
"You see, beautiful, Benoit belongs to me," I growl possessively as I shove the gun into Hunter's back. It would be
so easy to off him, but images of Lance's face haunt me. I know that if I pull the trigger, I lose Lance.
Fuck.
I reach around and take the gun out of Hunter's hand.
I motion for Benoit to stand and he does so reluctantly.
I smile as I look at his swimming trunks. The bright red really shows off his tan, lean body. His face is
expressionless as always. My tough lover. My wolverine.
"You're coming with me," I growl lustfully at him.
He frowns. "In your dreams."
I frown as I realize the perfect plan to get him out of here. "Lance is waiting for you."
"Where is he? What did you do to him?" Benoit growls realizing that I would never bring Lance with him on a hit.
"He's a little tied up at the moment," I smirk.
"Bastard," he growls.
I smirk as I motion him to come and stand by me. He does, but I can tell he's furious.
Hunter wraps a protective arm around Chris and then Rainbow.
I don't owe it to him. Hell, I don't really know the guy, but I know Lance will give me the cold shoulder if I don't
warn him.
"I was sent here to kill you, Mark, and Glenn," I growl at Hunter, who flinches in disbelief. "Lucky for you, I'm
officially off the job," I say glancing at Benoit and imaging how good it will be with both him and Lance in my bed,
"but they will send another."
"Who?" Hunter asks.
"A very rich man, who wants you dead," I whisper, telling him no more as I roughly pull Benoit with me.
"Benoit," Chris gasps, but Hunter wraps a arm around his waist pulling him back against him.
"It's alright, Chris. He won't hurt me," Benoit whispers.
~LANCE'S POV~
My eyes slowly flutter open, but I quickly close them as the bright sunlight from the van's windows assault my hazy
vision. Damn, my head hurts like hell. I try to move, but find that my wrists and ankles are handcuffed.
"BRET!" I scream at the top of my lungs, jumping as the van's door slides open.
"Hey, baby. Did you miss me?" Bret whispers with a smirk as he pulls Benoit in.
"Chris," I gasp happily.
"It's good to see you, too," Chris smiles back, revealing the most beautiful gapped tooth smile that I've ever seen.
"Thank you," I whisper to Bret, who winks back.
Then I remember what Bret was going to do. The reason he came back to the states. "Did you kill them?" I growl.
"No!" Bret gasps in surprise at my quick transformation of emotions.
Chris chuckles. "He's too pussy-whipped to disobey you."
I see Bret's face flush to a beautiful shade of red. "Am not!"
Chris grins. "So pussy-whipped."
I burst out laughing, as does Chris. This is just like old times.
Bret growls as he wrestles Chris to the floor of the van and places cuffs on him as well. "We'll see who is
pussy-whipped, little wolverine," Bret growls as he caresses Chris' face.
"Promises. Promises," Chris whispers, winking at me.
Poor Bret never did have a chance of winning when Chris and I teamed together against him.
Bret hisses as he pulls away. "I'm a fucking hit man. Be careful or I'll........"
"You'll what?" I growl, stifling the giggle that threatens to escape my throat. "Hit me?"
"THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" Bret growls, glaring at Chris.
Chris bursts out laughing.
Bret lifts an eyebrow in the mirror. "Why don't you tell Lance what you were doing at the pool, Chris? And who
you were doing it with?" Bret growls.
Chris stops laughing as he looks at me.
I lift an eyebrow. "What were you doing? And why have you been gone from home so long?"
Chris gulps and looks kinda like a doe caught in the head lights of a racing car. "I......I....well....."
It's Bret's turn to burst out laughing. "He was fucking one of my hit's bitches."
"Really?" I ask unamused and pouting.
"Lance......," Chris whispers seductively, cursing at the cuffs that keep him on his side of the van. "He meant
nothing."
"So you used the poor man?" I growl as I roll over, intending to make both of my lovers miserable for their
careless actions.
"No!" Chris gasped.
"You loved him then?" I ask.
Chris pauses as he thinks his next answer out carefully. "I cared for him. Glenn kidnapped him. He was so scared."
"So you took him in and fucked him. A mercy fuck?" I ask, hiding my sly smile.
"No....ummm....."
"Pussy-whipped," Bret teases from the front as he starts the van.
"Why do I get the feeling it's going to be a long trip home?" Chris whispers to himself.
Both of them have no idea.
~HUNTER'S POV~
Chris and I sit together by the pool as we watch Jeff, who seems to have struck up a heavy conversation with one
of the resorts guests.
I sigh as I finally ask him the question that I've been waiting a year to ask. "Do you love me?"
Chris looks up at me. God, he's beautiful. His blue eyes sparkles as he smiles. "More than anything."
"What about......"
Chris silences me with a finger to my lips. "I thought I loved him, but when I saw you.....all the old feelings
returned. I wanted to be in your arms....your bed. I fell in love with you the first time that I saw you at Eden."
I smile, sighing in relief. "And I love you, but there's something that you should know."
"What?" Chris asked confused.
"I slept with Mark," I blurt out, not knowing any other way to say it.
He smiles. "I know."
"How?" I asked both shocked and relieved.
"Glenn told Adam. He told him that Mark didn't love him anymore. Hell, he almost killed Adam," Chris whispers
with a frown. "Is Mark with Adam?"
"Yeah, they were taking Adam to the hospital."
"What's wrong with him?" Chris gasps.
"He tried to overdose."
"NO!" Chris whimpered as he stood. "We have to go to the hospital! Adam needs us."
"Alright," I whisper, pulling Chris to me. "Jeff, let's go."
"Ahhh, can't I stay a little longer?" Jeff whimpers and pouts.
Frowning, I realize that we haven't been exactly fair to Jeff. "Alright, but I'll be back in a couple of hours to get
you."
Jeff smiles. "Thanks. It'll give me time to hear Bradshaw's tall stories."
The huge, tall Texan smiles at me as he tips his hat.
He doesn't look dangerous, so I nod and leave with Chris.
~MARK'S POV~
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I've been pacing this damn floor for over an hour. Enough!
I slam my fist on the nurse's station practically startling the young nurse to death.
"I need to know what's going on," I hiss, trying my best to restrain my anger.
"Sir..."
"Don't sir ME! I want to see him! NOW!"
"Mr. Calloway!" An older, short, heavy set nurse growls as she comes to stand by me, glaring up at me and not
backing down an inch. "SIT DOWN!"
I look at her shocked. "You.."
"I said SIT DOWN!" She growls pointing at the torture rack that they call a waiting room chair.
I look at the nurse behind the counter and she quickly lowers her eyes, but I see the faint smirk on her face.
"Please," the older nurse whispers.
Damn, she looks like my mother.
"Yes, ma'am," I whisper as I sit down.
"The doctors are still in with him. He's critical, but he's still alive. He's a fighter and I think that he will make it," she
whispers as she grips my shoulder. "You are older. You must be strong for him."
I look up at her and nod. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now, don't make me have to come out here again, or I'll kick your butt."
My eyes widen as she waddles away. Ok, my mom never said she had a twin with a bad attitude.
I guess all I can do is wait. I sigh as I look at the clock.
I close my eyes and do something that I haven't done in a long time. I pray.
~JEFF'S POV~
Bradshaw is hilarious.
Not only is he a good story teller, but he's teaching me all sorts of card tricks.
"Jeff, it's getting awfully hot out here. How about we head to my room and play cards," he whispers.
My good mood changes. "Play cards?" My mind wanders. Is that all he wants to play?
"Yeah. There's a lot of tricks I haven't taught you yet. I bet your friends will get a real kick out of them."
I frown for a moment, debating on whether I should trust him or not.
"Ok," I finally whisper. I have to start trusting people again. "But I can't stay long."
"No problem," Bradshaw quickly replies. "I'll order us a couple of beers."
I smile. I've never seen anyone drink as much beer as he does and still be able to function.
I guess I'm not use to being around gentlemen because I expected him to tackle me once we got on the elevator,
but he didn't. Maybe all the world isn't out to use me.
He fumbles and curses at the door as he slides his card in. He's doing it wrong and I giggle.
"Here, let me do it," I whisper, taking the key card from him and sliding it, pushing the door open.
I gasp as I'm pushed inside and a wet, sweet smelling cloth covers my face.
"NO!" I gasp as he holds me in his strong arms.
"Take it easy. Someone's been looking for you, Jeff. I'm here to take you back," Bradshaw whispers in my ear as
everything goes black.
~TBC~
