'Til Death Do Us Part - Part 2 (*Slash*)
Fri Jul 5 18:26:45 2002
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~TRISH'S POV~
I feel my heart break as I try to comfort my sobbing friend. I don't think that I have ever seen him more helpless and lost as he is right now. He's told me what happened and it seems like a mere lover's spat, but as a hiccup escapes his trembling lips, I suddenly want to do some serious bodily harm to Edge.
"It's all my fault," Christian whispers with a slight pout as he looks up at me with a tear stained face, his once beautiful crystal blue eyes red and swollen from crying so much.
"No," I whisper, caressing his back softly. "It takes two to start an argument. If Edge had problems, he should have discussed them with you."
"I don't blame him for leaving me," he whimpers right before he breaks into another fit of sobbing.
I jump as the door suddenly bursts open and Chris Jericho enters holding a white running shoe. "Nothing out there, but this," he replies casually as he wipes the sweat from his brow and tosses the shoe beside of me. "Figured one of you guys lost it."
Christian stops crying as he stares intently at the running shoe. "Edge was wearing that," he whispers softly.
We both look up at Jericho.
"What?" He asks confused as he flops down on the opposite sofa.
"Where did you find it?" Christian asks reaching beside of me and grabbing it. The shoestrings were still tied as if Edge had been plucked right out of it.
"About a mile down the road," Jericho replies with an even more confused look. "Why?"
Christian glances at me and I can tell that he now suspects foul play. Edge has been gone for over three hours. How far could a man with one shoe get? Ok, pretty far, but he didn't have his wallet. No cash. No credit cards. Edge had simply vanished.
I don't want to worry Christian, but with Edge being as handsome as he is and as vulnerable as he was when he left....could a stranger have picked him up? He wouldn't hitchhike would he? I berate myself for having hostile thoughts about Edge earlier.
"I think that we need to call Assistant Director Helmsley and Benoit," I whisper softly as I flip out my cell phone.
Christian frowns, but nods in agreement as he clutches the shoe tightly.
"Just help me find him," he whispers softly before starting to sob once again.
~MARK'S POV~
I smile as I carry my beautiful unconscious lover into our temporary new home. It's secluded and well off the main road. The nearest house is over three miles away so I shouldn't have to worry about any nosey neighbors. Even if Edge did manage to escape, I would find him before he got too far.
I glance down and see that one of Edge's shoes is missing. "Grab his other shoe," I hiss back at Scott.
"What shoe?" Scott asks confused as he momentarily stops chewing on the damn toothpick that he's forever got stuck in his mouth.
"His running shoe, you idiot," I hiss as I gently lay Edge down on our spacious bed.
"There's no shoe in the van," Scott replies, looking at Kevin confused.
"Fuck," I growl at them, mainly Scott, who seems to constantly irritate me. "You left the shoe behind?"
"What's the big deal about a shoe?" Scott growls. Kevin grips his shoulder trying to silence him as he looks at me nervously.
I hiss as I grab him by his t-shirt and slam him against the wall. "The big deal? You just let Christian Cage know that he's been abducted you fool!"
~SCOTT'S POV~
I gulp in fear as I look up into Mark's angry green eyes. Damn, I don't think that I've ever seen him so pissed.
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
"Not half as sorry as you're going to be," Mark hisses.
"Mark......" Kevin whispers nervously as he shoves his hands in his pants pocket in an attempt to avoid any confrontation.
"What?" Mark hisses.
"We didn't notice the shoe," Kevin whispers softly. "We were so intent on getting Edge without hurting him."
I sigh in relief as Mark releases me.
"Get out and let me think!" He growls angrily.
Kevin motions for me to follow him and I'm immediately following him out the door. Maybe if Mark spends some "quality" time with Edge, he won't be so volatile.
I glance back and see Mark sitting down on the bed as he starts to remove Edge's clothes. I smirk to myself as I sense that Edge is in for a long night. Then again, he brought it on himself by sleeping with that slut FBI agent, Christian. The little bitch had been so tight. Maybe Mark would let him taste him again before he killed him.
~EDGE'S POV~
My eyes flutter rapidly as I awaken.
What happened?
I was running and then ......
Shit!
My breath catches in my throat as I gasp and desperately try to focus in on my surroundings. I try to move my hands, but to my horror, they are secured above my head. I try to move my legs, but they are secured, also.
I pause as I feel like I'm being watched.
He's here. Even though I can't see him, I feel him. I feel his eyes as they roam my body, which I know is naked judging by the slight draft of air in the room.
Determined to fight the effects of whatever drug that he had given me, I focus in on the ceiling light. Slowly, but surely, my vision starts to return. I catch a glimpse of movement beside of me and turn in that direction.
I gasp as I see him smiling down at me. "Hello, my long-legged sleeping beauty," he teases as if nothing had happened.
I gulp as I look up at him. "I shot you," I whisper, wetting my dry, parched lips with my tongue.
"I've been hurt worse, besides, I know you didn't do it on purpose. It was an accident," he whispers as he sits on the bed beside of me as he casually brushes loose strands of hair from my face before placing a water bottle to my lips. "Drink," he orders.
I'm at a lost of words as I eagerly accept the cold refreshing water. What do you say to a dead man, who has returned to haunt you?
He frowns as he looks at my cuffed wrists as he sets the bottle down beside of the bed.
My body tenses as he leans over and removes my wedding band from my finger.
"You won't be needing that," he smirks as he tosses it across the room. "You'll like mine much better."
"Mark.....you can't do this," I whisper, mentally bracing myself for a slap across the face.
"Do what?" He merely asks innocently.
"Just let me go and I won't tell them anything. No one has to know," I whisper, trying not to sound scared.
"Let you go?" He asks as he raises his head in contemplation.
For a moment, I think that he will agree with me and just let me leave. As his head lowers and I see his eyes darken with lust, I know that I'm not going anywhere.
"Mark....."
He places a finger on my lips silencing me. "I came back from the dead for you. Hell, you're the only reason that I live and breathe. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, will ever separate us again."
I close my eyes as he leans down and urgently presses his lips to mine as his tongue tries to seek entrance. I try to turn my head, but he's holding a handful of my hair, holding me in place.
"I was too easy on you. I let you do what you wanted, when you wanted. That was my fault. I now understand just how much you need a lover that can keep you in line," he growls as his hand brushes across my already semi-hard cock, "and satisfied."
"No," I moan, but my body betrays me as it arches up seeking more of his warm hand causing him to chuckle.
"You can't fool me Edge. I know what you want.....what you need."
I moan again as his hand fully wraps around the base of my cock. Images of Christian flash before me. "No....please don't," I whimper.
He laughs softly. "Don't what?" He teases as he leans down and strokes along the entire length, pausing and teasing the leaking slit
with his tongue. I lay perfectly still as he lets the head slide into his warm mouth, hungrily sucking at it.
"Ahhhh....," I moan in a sexual induced haze as I squirm under him.
He releases it with a slight popping sound. "But if you want me to stop....," he teases.
"No!" I gasp, before I realize what I was saying. "I mean....."
He chuckles in amusement at my inability to make a decision. I watch through partially parted eyelids as he leans down and licks at the head again. I gasp and my hips buck upwards in reflex as he suddenly deep throats me.
"MARK!" I scream as I pull at my restraints. He always did know how to play my body.....make me scream for more.
His mouth is like a vacuum and within seconds, I'm spurting into his mouth, screaming his name.
My body trembles as he casually sucks and licks me clean. My abdomen quivers as I try to regain control of my breathing.
A feeling of guilt and shame surges through me.
Christian.
I had betrayed my lover.
I want Christian, not Mark.
"Mark.....please don't," I whisper. "I'm married to Christian now."
I feel him tense as he raises up, licking his lips as he cleans off the last little bit of my cum from the corner of his mouth.
"That marriage has been annulled. You belong to me now. You always have," he growled as he leaned down and once again pressed his lips to mine, letting me taste myself.
I groan as I try to turn away, but his tongue flickers into my mouth, entwining with mine. His hands grip my hips as he crawls fully on top of me, pinning me under him his massive frame. I jump as the heat of his engorged cock brushes against mine, scorching me. His huge fingers digs into the tender flesh of my hips as he cups and squeezes them, parting them slightly.
"Admit it. You always belonged to me," he growls.
I struggle with my restraints, but it's no use.
He chuckles as he raises up and looks down at me with lustful eyes. "I got a proposition for you Edge. Give yourself to me completely, or ......"
"What?" I ask confused.
He raises up, confident that he has my full attention.
"I was planning on taking your so-called "husband" and killing him real slow and painful, then dicing him up into little pieces and scattering his remains."
My breath catches in my throat. "You wouldn't," I gasp horrified.
"Wouldn't I?" He growled with a smirk.
Memories of the Hardy's as they were raised from their watery grave flash back into my mind. He had killed them and all the others in cold blood. Why would Christian be any different? He had no remorse. He killed to keep me before. I knew that he'd do it again.
I had to protect Christian.
"No, don't hurt him," I whisper pleadingly.
"Don't give me a reason to," he growls with triumphant smirk. "Submit to me, Edge, and I'll let the little bitch live. Fight me and I'll rip his heart out and bring it to you."
"No!" I gasp.
"No? No to what?" He growls.
"I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt Christian," I whimper.
He grins as he reaches down and releases my ankles.
"Let's seal the bargain.....shall we?" He growls lustfully as he spreads and lifts my legs onto his broad shoulders.
I shiver as he spurts some of the cold lubricant at my opening and spreads it around with one of his impossibly large fingers before stroking and generously lubing his own cock.
I clinch my teeth together as he presses into me. I'd forgotten just how incredibly large he really was.
"I see that Christian hasn't been plundering my territory too much," he whispers smugly at my tightness.
"Fuck you," I hiss.
"No...I'm going to fuck you, Edge," he growls as he slams all the way into me, ripping a scream from my throat.
I gasp for air as he mercifully pauses and allows me time to adjust to him once more. I feel like I'm being ripped apart, but I also know that he will have me screaming for more in a matter of minutes. I bite my bottom lip refusing to give him that certain satisfaction this time.
He might take my body, but he would never own my heart.
Never.
My heart was reserved for Christian.
~MARK'S POV~
I grin as I watch him try to fight his true feelings for me.
Does he really think that he fight me and win? I know him better than he knows himself, better than Christian could ever hope to know him.
I know that I promised him that I'd leave Christian alone, but he of all people should know that I can't be trusted. I'll blame it all on Nash and Hall, though, right before I kill them.
I slam into him hard and he whimpers, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to deny me one of his sexy screams.
I long to hear that scream and hear him begging me for more. But like I said, I know his body and how it works. He can't hold out forever.
I aim each thrust at his prostate successfully hitting it every time.
He's now trembling in desire, but he still refuses to call out my name.
My hand wraps around his rapidly hardening cock as I begin a hard steady stroking motion up and down. "Come," I command.
"MARK!" He screams as his whole body starts to convulse under me as he's lost in a mind shattering orgasm.
I release his cock letting it spray both of our abdomens as I grip his hips as I slam into him hard and fast just like he likes it until my own orgasm rips from me with a triumphant roar.
He arches his back one more time before collapsing limp and spent to the bed, his breathing ragged and his body trembling and tingling with post-coital afterglow.
Oh yeah, he enjoyed that one.
I smile as he finally opens his eyes.
"Mark?"
"Yes," I whisper as my face nuzzles against the taunt curve of his neck.
"Promise me that you won't hurt Christian," he whispers.
I grin as I raise up and caress a few strands of damp hair away from his face. "I promise," I whisper, lying so easily to him.
He sighs, contented with my answer as he lays in my arms.
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
"Who would want to kidnap Edge?" I ask Trish. "He has no enemies. Hell, he hardly leaves the house."
"Maybe it's an old flame," she whispers as she filters through the pictures of Edge looking for the perfect one for the flyer we were making up to send all agencies.
"He's only had one other lover besides me," I whisper.
"Mark?"
"Yeah," I whisper, shivering as I stand and look around the room. "His body was never found."
"He couldn't make it to the shore with a chest wound," Trish replies as she stands beside of me.
"Any normal man maybe, but Mark?" I continue, even though I know how ridiculous it sounds.
"Mark?" Jericho repeats as he enters the room, paling at the mention of the name.
"Christian thinks that Mark is still alive," Trish continues.
Jericho jumps as Benoit places his hand on his shoulder.
"What's wrong baby?" He asks his lover, who has turned pale and is visibly trembling.
"Mark," Jericho gulps as he pulls away from Benoit's grasp and quickly exits the room.
"Is there something that I should know?" Trish asks confused.
Benoit looks at me and then to Trish. "Jericho was Mark's contact. He was just using him and I found out."
"So you blackmailed Jericho to your bed," Trish whispered with an appreciative smile.
"I love him," Benoit replies sternly. "Mark was just using him as a disposable fuck toy."
"And now he's back and he has Edge," I growl.
"How do we find a dead man?" Trish asks confused.
"He couldn't have done it alone," Benoit growls. "Edge wouldn't have just went with him."
"Nash and Hall," I growl.
Benoit nods his head.
"So we find Nash and Hall and we find Mark and Edge," Trish repeats.
I smile as I look at Trish. How come she makes everything sound so fucking simple?
If Mark has hurt him, I'll kill him.
~TBC~
