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~SHANE'S POV~
As the FBI agents surround Heyman's cabin, I never leave Billy's side. All I can think about is what that bastard Heyman would do if he got his hands on my sweet Billy.
I shiver at the thought of that monster touching him.
"Shane?" Billy asks with a look of concern on his face. "Are you alright?"
"I was just thinking about how much I love you," I quickly cover. I love him so much that it hurts, but I want him safely away from this dangerous job.
"I love you, too," Billy replies with a smile. "And the answer is yes."
"Yes?" I beam happily. "You'll marry me."
"It's not every day that a guy gets a superhero as a boyfriend."
I lean in to kiss him, and as I'm doing this, a death curdling scream echoes in the soft wind that has been caressing our skin for the last twenty minutes.
"Chris!" We both exclaim as we glance over to Benoit, who visibly pales as he draws his weapon.
~CHRIS' POV~
I awaken to find Heyman leaning over me completely naked, his harden cock pressing against mine as his fingers toy with one of my nipples. I try to push him away, but I'm still too weak.
"There is no escape Chrissy. You belong to me now," Heyman growls lustfully. "It'll be a couple weeks before you can get pregnant, but right now....I have needs that need to be satisfied."
I scream at the top of my lungs as he leans closer and tries to kiss me.
He may rape me, but I'm not going to make it easy for him. A sharp sting across my face momentarily silences me. I wince at the burning sensation on my cheek. The bastard slapped me.
"Silence, whore. You will learn to lay here and let me pleasure myself or I will kill you," he snarls.
"I rather be dead," I growl back as my body squirms and thrashes weakly under him.
We both jump as the door bursts open and a single figure enters. The light is behind him and I can't see his face.
Heyman reaches for his gun on the nightstand, but a loud gun shot echoes in the room. I gasp as my face is splattered with blood from Heyman's head. There's chunky stuff with it and I almost gag as I realize that it must be bits of his brain.
I start to gag, but control the reflux as Benoit is suddenly hovering over me, shoving Heyman's dead body off the bed. Benoit pulls the sheet up over my shivering body as Hunter hands him a towel. He starts to clean my face.
I whimper, mumbling incoherently as I reach up and clutch him to me. Afraid to let him go.
"It's alright, baby. I'm here," he whispers protectively as he places soft kisses on my face.
I feel his hand tremble as he cleans my face. How the hell did he make that shot?
"Scared," I whimper. God, I sound pathetic.
"It's alright. I'm here," he whispers.
I sigh in relief as I allow him to take care of me, it's so tempting to close my eyes and I do just that. Happy and content that he's found me. Happy that it's just him and me forever. No more Heyman.
~BENOIT'S POV~
I gently wash Chris' face, ridding it of all evidence of Heyman's blood. His hair is another story. He'll need a shower soon and soon.
I smile faintly as I realize that Chris has passed out. Hell, who could blame him?
I carefully lift the sheet that covers his abdomen. Before I had covered him up, I had noticed small stitches on opposite sides of his abdomen. My eyes widen as I realize Heyman had already preformed the operation.
Hopefully, we got Chris in time that he hadn't been injected with the serum that Heyman used to jumpstart Edge's cycle.
I turn and frown at the empty syringe on the nightstand.
How do I tell Chris what Heyman did?
Fuck, how do I tell Chris about Lance?
~TRISH'S POV~
I smile as I watch Benoit and Chris. They were so meant for each other. I just wish that I could find a soul mate like that. Although I adore Hunter, I can't help wonder if we were meant to be.
I guess only time will tell.
"I need a vacation," Hunter said with a smirk as he watched the coroners office wheel the dead body of Heyman out the door.
"Me, too."
He winks at me, and my heart flutters.
"Maybe we could take one together?" He asks with a hopeful smile.
"Maybe," I whisper as I twirl a strand of my hair.
~A MONTH LATER~
~BENOIT'S POV~
I watch as Chris squirms feverishly on the bed, clutching at his abdomen. A bitter hatred rushes through my veins and I wish that I had killed Heyman a little slower.
"It hurts!" Chris hisses in agony. His need to procreate is getting too great for him. I know he's fearful, especially after learning that Edge is having twins, but I try to soothe him and tell him that I'll love him no matter what.
Trish, Hunter, and Lance glance at me nervously. All of us had been on vacation when this happened. Now the weatherman is calling for more snow and we're already snowed in.
"Benoit," Trish whispers softly, "he.....needs you."
I nod in understanding as I look to Lance, who is fidgeting nervously. Chris had yet to allow him into our bed, and he knew that he never might. Lance had accepted that and decided to stay.
Hunter wraps a arm around Trish. "Let's leave them alone," he whispers low so that Chris couldn't hear them.
I sigh as I sit on the edge of the bed and brush Chris' damp blond locks away from his beautiful tear stained face.
"Baby," I whisper, "tell me what you want me to do."
"I need for you to.......fuck......we have to make love. I'm in my cycle," he gasps.
A small gasp escapes Lance's throat that didn't go undetected by either of us. It was the first time since I rescued him from Heyman that he had demanded sex. Lance and I had backed away and told him that we would wait for him, and wait we had......for a month.
"Alright," I whisper as I gently roll him over onto his back, slowly shoving back the sheets from his perspiring body. "God, you're burning up."
"Benoit....please," Chris whines pitifully as he spreads his legs.
"You know that you'll probably get pregnant," I whisper to him. I want him to fully aware of what we are about to do.
"I don't care! Make the pain stop!" He snaps.
I take one last look at Lance before I grab the lube on the table and slowly prepare the both of us. Chris hisses as my cock slowly pushes past his tight ring of muscle, which is quickly replaced by a moan. I'm not sure if it is from pleasure or pain, but I know that neither of us could stop if we wanted to.
The growl that is tore from my throat is definitely that of pleasure as my cock is fully sheathed deep inside of his warm, tight cavity.
His fingernails dig into my back as he tries to force me deeper.
I glance over at Lance and find him stroking himself as he watches our coupling. He looks at me, then lowers his head.
"It's ok," I whisper to him.
He smiles faintly and then looks at Chris with a worried look on his face.
Chris' body seems to have a mind of its own as he grinds against me in the throes of passion and the heat of the moment.
I clutch his hips as I aim at his prostate each time, forcing a gasp of pleasure from him each time that I connect with it.
~LANCE'S POV~
I watch their bodies as they grind together. They are so beautiful together.
They fit together perfectly as if they were made for each other.
I stroke my cock harder. Hopefully someday Chris will allow me in their bed, but until that time, I'm more than content to merely watch.
~TRISH'S POV~
Hunter and I sit in the den on the sofa. The sounds coming from the bedroom is making both of us nervous and excited at the same time.
"Chris seems to be enjoying himself," I reply as Chris screams Benoit's name at the top of his lungs.
Hunter nods with a smirk, trying to hide the obvious bulge in his pants. "Just think in nine months, we'll have a mini-Benoit running around," Hunter whispers.
I giggle as I turn and stare at the fireplace. The crackling of the wood makes the moment even more romantic.
"Have you ever did it with another man?" I finally ask, surprised at my own bluntness with Hunter. Sure I was always blunt with Chris, Benoit, or Billy, but never with Hunter. Since Billy had resigned from the agency and married Shane, I really didn't have him to pick on anymore. Then there was Benoit. He was so occupied with Chris and Lance that he barely talked to me anymore.
"No," he replies rather quickly.
"Never had the urge to see if the grass was greener on the other side?" I tease.
"Nope. From where I'm sitting the grass is mighty green."
I blush at his choice of words. I nervously twirl a strand of hair through my fingers as he leans over and kisses me softly on the lips.
I moan as our kiss deepens. His huge hands slide around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. I'm in my favorite pink terry cloth robe with nothing underneath. Ok, so I was hoping to get lucky.
As I sit astride of his lap, I can feel the massive bulge in his black boxers.
"Ummmm.....is that for me," I ask teasingly as I grind against it, feeling it twitch.
"I've been saving it just for you," he replies as he nibbles along my neck as he opens my robe as if he was opening an exquisite present.
I worry my bottom lip as he leans in and buries his face between my breasts. He moans as he raises up slightly, sucking a pert nipple into his mouth and sucking on it like a starving infant.
I jump as I feel his left hand cup my ass as his right hand slides into the front of me. I moan as two of his huge fingers slides into me. He smirks as he feels just how wet and ready I am.
"Ummmm....it's snowing outside, but it's raining in here," he teases.
I blush. Only he could get me so hot and bothered.
I moan as he lifts me up and easily shoves his boxers down to his ankles, allowing his huge cock to spring free. He rubs it teasingly at my entrance, thoroughly dipping it in my juices before slowly penetrating me.
"Hunter," I moan as he latches onto my left nipple again as I slowly lower myself on his thick cock, impaling myself on it. I don't think that I've ever been filled this completely before.
"I love you," he whispers as he arches his hips upward, slowly pumping into me.
Soon our moans are equaling those coming from the bedroom.
~BENOIT'S POV~
It's been over two hours and still Chris demands more. What in the hell did Heyman do to him?
I'm spent, but Chris is whimpering again. Damn, how long does this "in heat" thing last?
"I'm sorry, baby, I'm spent," I whisper as I brush Chris' tousled hair from his forehead. "How about giving Lance a try?" I suggest hopefully.
Lance's head snaps up as he anxiously awaits Chris' answer.
Chris bites his bottom lip, and then nods.
Lance smiles as he crawls onto the bed. He's so gentle and careful with Chris and I know that it's driving Chris crazy, but he'll get use to him.
"Fuck me!" Chris growls impatiently.
Lance shakes his head no. "I'm going to make love to you, not fuck."
"Fuck," Chris growls in desperation.
