'Til Death Do Us Part - Part 1 (*slash*)
Tue Jul 2 12:48:07 2002
209.245.224.145
TITLE: 'Til Death Do Us Part
AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash m/m, f/m/m, rape, mild bdsm
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the characters, Vince does. *I'm still pouting* I don't know the characters true sexuality, this is just fiction.
DISTRIBUTION: Darkflame, Kriket, Lirpa, and Lissa if they want it.
SUMMARY: AU, sequel to "Undercover Heat." Yes, my muse won. *evil grin* Someone is back from the dead, and he wants his lover back at any cost.
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~EDGE'S POV~
I yawn as I stretch out in our large comfortable bed. I smile as I bring my hand down and catch a glimpse of the wedding band on my finger. It's hard to believe that such a small amount of gold can bond two people together. 'Soul mates for life' is what the minister had proclaimed as we placed the bands on each others finger, thus bonding ourselves to each other before our friends and family.
A pang of remorse hits me as I remember Mark. I had always thought that we would bond and commit ourselves to each other. He had opened my eyes to pleasures that I never knew existed before. In a way, he educated me from being a shy, nervous boy into a sexual active man. Even though he's gone and I'm with Christian now, my body still tingles when I see something that reminds me of him. He'll always be a part of me.
God. Why did he have to do those horrible things? Worse, why did he have to do them for me?
"Edge?" Christian whispers as he yawns and sits up in the bed with me. "What's wrong?" He asks as he takes my hand and places a soft endearing kiss on my fingers and the cool metal of the ring. He's quiet for a moment as he simply holds my hand, but then he looks up at me with a troubled expression. "Having second thoughts?" He asks nervously.
"No!" I gasp as I turn and face him, leaning over and kissing him tenderly. "I do love you," I whisper truthfully.
"But you loved him first?" Christian whispers with a slight disappointed smile. This wasn't the first time that memories of Mark had come between us.
"It's just that...he was my first," I sigh, frowning as I see a frown etch across his forehead. "But," I whisper with a feral smile, "you're my last."
He grins as I push him back down on the bed and snuggle with him. I moan as his slender delicate fingers caress my hair as our legs entwine. I feel his morning hardness press against my inner thigh, and I grin as I reach down and stroke it. "Want me to take care of that?" I ask mischievously.
"You're insatiable," he says with a slight laugh.
We both jump as his work pager goes off. "Fuck," he grumbles as he pushes away from me and dashes from the bed to retrieve it.
My hands linger on the warm sheets where he had just lain. I lay my head down on his pillow inhaling deeply the rich fresh scent of his shampoo. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see him getting dressed. "Come back to bed," I whisper seductively as I lay back and spread my legs invitingly as I caress my flat abdomen.
He licks his lips as his eyes lustfully roam my exposed body, and for a moment, I thought he would take me up on my offer. "I wish that I could, but I can't. That was Trish. She has a lead on a very important case," he whispers apologetically as he tears his eyes away from my body.
"You mean, she's yanking your leash again," I growl spitefully as I roll onto my side and pout.
"Edge," he says firmly as he pauses and sits down beside of me, gently gripping my shoulder and rolling me back over onto my back. "We both agreed that I could still work. Trish is a friend, nothing more."
"Yeah and I get to sit home like the faithful wife," I growl, rolling away to my side of the bed. Sometimes, I wish I was Trish. At least then I'd be spending more time with him.
"Edge?" He whispers patiently.
"Are we still going out tonight?" I ask hopefully. It had been months since we both went out to a club. I wanted to dance with him, get drunk with him, and just have a good time, but most of all, I want him to fuck me like he did that first time. I need it. Especially tonight. Tonight was special.
"Sure," he whispers as he leans over and kisses my shoulder. "I love you," he whispers as he rises from the bed.
"I love you, too," I whisper as I roll over, but he's already gone.
I raise up and look down at my aching morning erection. I shake my finger at it. "Down boy," I whisper as I roll out of bed and pull a pair of loose lounging pants on as I make a mental list of all the things that I have to do today, including doing the laundry as I search unsuccessfully for a clean t-shirt.
Before I bounce down the stairs, I stop and pause at the door to Mark's old room. I long to go in there, but I'm scared. Christian personally removed all of Mark's things and the room is only an empty hull now, but I still can't force myself to go in there. Shaking my head, I slide down the richly polished handrail like I use to when I was younger. I giggle to myself as I land skillfully on my feet at the bottom.
I glance around the huge room. I never noticed how huge and empty my house really was. I suddenly feel small and insignificant. I shiver as I become frightened as I realize how alone I really am. But it's not a normal feeling of being alone, it's as if someone is secretly watching me. I walk over to the front door and make sure Christian locked it on his way out. Not that he ever forgot, but today, I feel scared. My fingers tremble slightly as I slide the deadbolt in place. Feeling uneasy, I turn the alarm back on before heading toward the laundry room.
~MARK'S POV~
I smile as I watch him from the hidden cameras that I recently had installed. Christian had removed my other ones, but Edge had recently installed a new satellite dish and it had given me the opportunity once again to gain an inside view of my lover's daily life.
As I brush my fingers across the screen and caress his perfect body, he visibly shivers. A faint smile tugs at the corner of my lips.
He feels my presence.
"That's right, my love. Tomorrow, you will be mine once again," I whisper. "Nothing can keep us apart. Not Christian. Not even death."
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~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
After hours of intense investigating and following sometimes false leads, I smile tiredly at Trish, Benoit, Hunter, and Jericho as they joke about today's events. After all, it's not everyday that we successfully bring down one of the largest crime lords in the city.
I glance at my watch, it's after midnight! "Fuck!" I growl as I grab my car keys and run towards the exit.
I hear their laughter behind me, but I don't care. I promised Edge a night out on the town.
I speed across town praying that I don't get a ticket. As I pull up into the drive, I notice that hardly any lights are on. I push the door open to find Edge sitting casually on the large cushioned sofa. God, he's beautiful in his skin tight leather pants and cut-off white t-shirt. He looked like he did the first night we met.
Wait. What is today? I look at the date again on my watch. Fuck. It's the anniversary of our first meeting each other. That was why he was so adamant about going out tonight.
"Edge, I'm so sorry," I whisper as I approach him, kneeling humbly before him.
"Don't worry about it," he sighs as he gets up and steps around me as he heads up the stairs, leaving me kneeling alone in the huge, cold living room. God, I never realized how much this place spooked me. Sighing and berating myself, I follow him.
When I reach our bedroom, I see that he has crawled in bed. I look around and see that his clothes are angrily slung around the room.
"We could still go," I whisper as I lean against the door.
He ignores me. God, what has been wrong with him lately.
"Happy anniversary," I finally whisper.
He rolls over and smiles faintly. "You remembered?" He asks surprised.
"How could I forget?" I whisper, cursing myself even more because I had.
"Oh, Christian," he whispers, " I thought you had forgot." He opens his arms and I instantly crawl into his embrace.
"Nope. Just got tied up at work," I lie so prettily. God, I'm pathetic. I make a mental note to never forget it again.
I yawn as I relax in Edge's arms.
~EDGE'S POV~
I smile as I hold him tightly in my arms. How could I ever think that he had forgotten? I lovingly kiss the top of his head as it rests on my chest. It is then that I realize his breathing has become softer.
"Christian?" I whisper.
No response.
I feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest. I smile as I realize that he's sound asleep. God, he must be exhausted to fall asleep like that. I chastise myself for thinking that he could ever cheat on me, especially with Trish.
I shiver as I get that feeling again like I'm being watched. I reach down, careful not to awaken Christian and pull the sheet up over us. I glance around the room nervously until sleep finally claims me.
~MARK'S POV~
So Christian fucked up again.
This is going to be too easy. He's practically paving my way to Edge.
"Don't worry Edge. I'll scratch your itch tomorrow."
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~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
I yawn as I awaken. I frown as I realized that I had fallen asleep in my clothes. Oh no, I had fallen asleep on Edge.
I glance over and he's not in bed.
I immediately fall out of bed and pull on a pair of sweats. When I fuck up, I really fuck up. I check in the bathroom. Nope, not there. I stare at my work beeper on the dresser before grabbing it and clipping it on my sweats.
I practically run down the stairs. "Edge?"
"In here," he calls out from the mini gym that he had set up. "What's wrong?" He asks as he looks up at me. God, he's beautiful sitting there in only sweats and his favorite white running shoes.
"You weren't in bed.....I thought..."
"What?" He asks confused.
I go sit beside of him on the bench. "Maybe I should quit my job. I never seem to have time to spend with you. Hell, I even fell asleep on you last night."
"You love your job, and I couldn't ask you to do that. It's alright," Edge whispers, "you were just tired."
"Thanks. I do love you," I whisper as we both lean in to kiss. We jump apart as my beeper goes off.
"Damn," I growl as I stand and head for the nearest phone.
"I hope so," I hear him whisper.
I stop and turn. My heart breaks as I see him slouched over with his head lowered, his long blond hair shielding his handsome face.
"What did you say?" I ask.
He looks up at me. "Forget that I said that," he mumbles as he stands and turns his back on me, hiding his face.
"No," I growl as I turn him around abruptly. "I won't just forget it. How you feel is important to me," I argue.
"Do you want to know how I feel? Do you really want to know?" He hisses angrily.
I nod nervously. I've never seen him this angry before.
"I feel so fucking trapped! God, I hate this house! I hate this room! I hate my whole miserable life. I hate...."
"Me?" I whisper.
He stops and looks at me shocked. "No....not you...never you. Don't you see that I'm a slut, Christian. I like to be fucked. I fucking need it!" He screams, pausing as he sees the shocked expression on my face. He captures my face between his hands. "Don't you see? You're too good for me. I don't deserve a husband like you!" Edge hisses as he runs from the room, tears streaming from his eyes.
"Edge!" I screamed as I chased after him, catching him just as he was about to open the door and slip out.
"No," he gasps, brushing my hands away as I tried to caress his face. "Please Christian, let me go for a run. I need to clear my head. The walls are fucking closing in on me," Edge begged as he wiped the tears from his eyes.
I reached up and wiped away the next falling tear. "I'll be here when you get back," I whispered as I moved out of his way, watching as his blonde hair billowed in the wind as he ran down the drive, away from me. "I love you!" I yelled after him, not sure if he heard me or not.
Nothing was more important than him.
~MARK'S POV~
I smile as I glance back at Kevin and Scott as Edge exits his drive and proceeds to run down the narrow paved road that leads to the main street.
Well. Well. This is going to be easier than I originally thought.
I had planned on kidnapping Edge from the house today, but now, I'll just grab him while he's jogging. Thank you, Christian.
I start up my van and slowly start to follow him.
I'll let him run for a little bit. Running like that, he'll tire real fast and will be easier to subdue.
"Get his injection ready," I hiss to Scott.
He nods as he holds up the syringe.
"Don't screw up this up," I growl in warning. They nod nervously in understanding, knowing that if they helped me kidnap Edge, I might find it in my heart to forgive them.
'Not likely,' I chuckle to myself as I return to stalking Edge.
"Come to papa," I whisper as I motion for Scott to open the van door. I pull up along side of Edge. He's so caught up in his private thoughts that he hadn't even noticed me following him.
Kevin reaches out and grabs a handful of his long beautiful hair and pulls him forcibly into the van. He yelps in surprise, but doesn't even have time to scream before Scott slams the door shut and I speed away.
Edge struggles valiantly, but he's no match for two men determined to save their own lives. Kevin finally subdues him by rolling him onto his stomach as Scott injects him with the special drug that I bought especially for him.
Edge gasps in shock and disbelief as he looks up and sees me staring back at him.
I smile as I turn around. "Did you miss me, baby?" I ask with a huge grin.
Edge's eyes flutter as he passes out.
I laugh out loud as I drive away with my precious cargo. I glance in my mirrors and I'm pleased to see that no one is around to witness his abduction. I feel my cock twitch in anticipation as I glance in my rearview mirror to find Scott and Kevin cuffing Edge's wrists and ankles with the special "soft" cuffs that I had purchased for his kidnapping.
"He's all your's boss," Kevin whispers with a victory smirk as he leans back against the wall of the van to catch his breath.
Yes, he is.
All mine.
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
I pull the front door open and stare down the empty drive, hoping to catch a glimpse of my beautiful lover as he ran into my arms once more.
I waited.
And waited......
I finally close the door and look around the house. I shivered as I felt alone. We had been married eight months. For eight months Edge had stayed home, day after day, while I rushed off to work and came home late. No wonder he was frustrated. No wonder he felt like the walls were caving in on him.
"Please, God. Just let him come home and I'll make everything right," I whisper.
My beeper goes off again, but I unclip it from my pants and throw it across the room as I go stand at the door again.
Waiting.
"Where are you Edge?"
~TBC~
