'Til Death Do Us Part - Part 3 (*slash*)
Wed Jul 10 07:44:03 2002
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For disclaimers and such, see part one.
A big hug and "thank you" to those who have given me support on this story. Sorry it took me so long to get this part up.
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~EDGE'S POV~
I awake expecting to still be held in Mark's huge arms, but he's gone. I jump as someone flashes a blinding light into my eyes.
My eyes struggle to focus.
"Dr. Heyman?" I'm surprised to see him here.
"Good morning, Edge. Sorry to awaken you, but Mark insisted that I make a house call to make sure that you have been a good boy in his absence."
I stare in disbelief at the doctor as he continues to take my vitals, completely ignoring my nakedness and the chains that bind my wrists and ankles. For a minute, I want to ask the doctor for help, but instead I bite my tongue as I think about Christian and what Mark said that he would do to him.
After about fifteen minutes of probing, the Doctor finally takes a sample of my blood and performs what looks like a sonogram on my abdomen. Where did he get such sophisticated equipment?
"Very good Edge," Dr. Heyman whispers. "You've taken good care of your body in the last year. I think all that you need is one of my vitamin cocktails."
"No, I'm fine. I don't need any shots," I protest.
He merely chuckles. "Doctor's orders."
I cringe as he rubs the cold alcohol pad across my abdomen as he looks for the perfect spot to inject me. I clinch my fists as the long needle penetrates the skin. I force myself to remain still as he pushes the last amount of liquid vitamins into me.
"Good boy," Dr. Heyman whispers. "You're almost ready."
"Ready for what?" I ask confused.
He smirks. "Nothing to trouble your pretty head with child."
I shiver as his eyes roam my body.
"Dr. Heyman," Mark calls out as he enters the room. "How's my boy?"
"Beautiful and healthy as ever," the Doctor quickly replies.
I watch as they move away from me and into the corner where they proceed to whisper. I strain to hear them, but they are talking to low. What did he mean that I was almost ready? What the hell was in those shots?
~MARK'S POV~
I grin as I glance over at Edge. He knows that we're up to something, but he doesn't know what.
What I'm up to, he'd never suspect. Call it an early wedding present to my mate.
I turn my attention back to the good doctor. "Did he ask you for help?"
"He thought about it, but no, he remained silent."
"Good. How's his progress?" I ask, eagerly awaiting the answer.
"I took a blood sample and should have the results by morning. Everything is developing fine. Does he suspect?"
"No," I say smirking.
Dr. Heyman laughed. "I know what you mean. My other test subjects have no idea either. Only one more injection and they're ready."
I grin appreciatively. "That means that Edge will probably only need one more, also."
"Correct."
I feel so much better as the doctor leaves. Feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment, I walk over to where Edge is laying. I want to tell him my little surprise, but I don't. Not yet.
"Why do you always insist that he gives me that damn shot?" Edge growls as he pulls at his restraints.
"He's a brilliant scientist," I reply as I pull the covers back up over Edge's body.
"Scientist?" Edge gasps.
I smile innocently. "I meant Doctor."
Edge frowns as a sense of dread and unease courses through his body. "He gives me the creeps."
I grin as I pat Edge on the head as if he was a small child. I feel myself hardening and I pull away from my beautiful mate. As much as I want to claim him right now, I have business to take care of first.
"I have to go out for awhile and take care of some business, but I'll leave Kevin to keep you company," I whisper apologetically.
"I don't need a babysitter," Edge growls with a slight pout.
"Sorry, but you haven't earned my trust," I whisper as Kevin enters. "Maybe when I get back you can start earning my trust."
He glares at me as he turns his head. I merely grin. His ass has and always will be .....mine.
"I want him to be here when I get back," I growl at Kevin.
Kevin nods. "No problem, boss."
"Scott," I growl as I head out the door. I know how much that he enjoyed raping Christian, wonder what sweet Chris Jericho would do if we paid him a visit?
~JERICHO'S POV~
I stare at my coffee cup. In the thick black mixture a face glares at me. A face that has haunted me for a year.
Mark.
Just fucking great. I'm a dead man.
I rub my tired, puffy eyes. I sigh as I realize that I must look quite frightening. I couldn't sleep at all last night. Every time that I closed my eyes, he was there. All I could do was toss and turn and image all the horrible things that he was going to do to me when he found me.
"Hey baby," Benoit whispers in my ear as he enters the kitchen.
"Morning," I yawn.
I smile as he walks back over and wraps his arms around me and kisses along my neck. "Couldn't sleep?"
"I kept thinking.....about him," I whisper as a chill runs down my spine.
"Why don't you stay home today?" He suggests.
"I can't.....Christian needs me."
"Stay home. You're too tired to be fully alert and functional," Benoit whispers as he turns me around to face him, pressing his forehead to mine, nose to nose. "Christian will understand."
"Helmsley?"
"I'll deal with Helmsley," Benoit replies.
I smile as I look into his eyes. "Alright," I whisper as a yawn escapes my lips. I was too tired to argue. "I love you."
"Love you more," Benoit replies.
~BENOIT'S POV~
I smile as I watch him slowly make his way back into the bedroom.
To be completely honest, I want him to stay home and out of harms way. What would happen if Mark found him? Chris is a nervous wreck without ever getting close to that bastard again.
I finish my coffee and then walk back into the bedroom. I smile as I look at my slumbering lover. He's so beautiful. Unable to resist the urge, I lean down and kiss his soft lips causing him to moan in his sleep.
"Sleep well, baby," I whisper.
~MARK'S POV~
Scott and I watch from a safe distance as Benoit pulls out of his driveway. We wait until we are sure that he is long gone before pulling into the drive.
Scott grins as he slides out and makes his way to the front door.
I chuckle as I follow. This all had been too easy. Chris Jericho must be a bundle of nerves by now. If I knew him like I thought I did, he was so nervous that he couldn't sleep last night. Which meant that he was asleep right now and very vulnerable.
Scott grins as he picks the lock and quietly opens the door.
I step inside and look around. My ears pick up a slight groan and I head in the direction of it.
I push open the partially shut bedroom door and step inside. Both of us stare at the sleeping beauty before us.
"Can I?" Scott asks as he rubs his hands together, but silences when I glare at him.
Even now, I don't want to share Chris. Aside from Edge, he's the only other male that I've ever been attracted to. "Leave us," I growl, smiling as Scott quickly exits the room.
I sit down on the bed, Benoit's bed. One that he had shared with my Chris for almost a year now. I gently brush a strand of hair from Chris' face. "Chris," I whisper.
He moans in his sleep as he attempts to roll over.
My hand slides under the sheets and wraps firmly around the base of his cock. He moans again as his eyes flutter.
"Miss me?" I growl in his ear.
He gasps as his eyes open and he stares at me in disbelief. "You're dead."
"Do I feel dead to you?" I mock as I jerk his cock hard, eliciting a yelp from him.
"No!" He screams as he tries to scoot away from me, but I lean over and use my weight to pin him under me. He struggles under me as I pin his wrists above his head.
"Done?" I growl.
He whimpers as he looks up at me. "Please....don't," he whispers as his bottom lip trembles. God, he's beautiful.
I feel my cock harden. Just maybe.....I'll let him live.
"Spread your legs," I growl.
He whimpers, but does as he is told.
"Good boy," I growl as I look down at his body once again.
~SCOTT'S POV~
I grin as I hear the little blond start to sob in the bedroom as Mark starts to slap him around. His begging and Mark's lustful growls are really turning me.
Maybe when Mark's finished with him, he'll let me have a go at him. Then again, he hasn't really said if he planned to off him or not. I think maybe he just wants to punish the little blond.
Either way, Chris Jericho is in for a long painful morning.
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
I sigh in frustration as all leads on Nash and Hall seem to have vanished about eight months earlier. It's as if they simply disappeared. They didn't seem that smart, so it must have been Mark that found them.
I stare at Edge's picture on my desk. "I will find you," I whisper to it.
I jump as a hand clamps down on my shoulder. I look up to find Assistant Director Helmsley staring down at me. "We'll find him. I would like to introduce you to agent Billy Kidman. I've pulled him in to help us. He was the top profiler in his class," Helmsley says as he leaves us alone.
"Sorry to hear about your husband," Kidman whispers as he bites his bottom lip. "I'm sure that we will find him."
I nod as I look at the rookie. "You can bet your ass we will."
Trish smiles as she approaches us. "Billy!" She exclaims. "Are you going to be working with us?"
He nods as Trish suddenly pulls him in for a hug. I grin at his shocked expression. She may be little, but she's got one wicked bear hug grip.
"Let's go check out Nash and Hall's last residence," I reply as I head out the door, followed by my two partners.
~BILLY'S POV~
I smile as I follow them out. Never in my life did I imagine that I would be working with the famous Christian Cage and Trish Stratus. In the short amount of time that they had been partners, they has solved some of the biggest cases.
Christian seemed nice, just upset over the kidnapping of his husband. Who wouldn't be upset?
I knew Trish briefly, she had been leaving that academy when I started and she had been pretty helpful in her advice. All my classmates had been envious that she had taken me under her wing.
"Excuse me!" A man calls out to me. I stop as a hand wraps tightly around my wrist.
"I'm Shane Helms with the Daily Reporter. Could you tell me about the current case you are working on?" The reporter asks, pushing up his
glasses with his free hand as he holds the recorder close to my mouth.
"Hey, you know that's confidential," Trish growls as she pushes him away.
My eyes lock with the reporters and for a moment, I'm spellbound by the gorgeous man in front of me as he smiles at me.
"What do you say Mr. Kidman? Is it confidential?" Shane asks with a smirk.
How did he know my name?
"Yes," I gasp as I try to walk away, but once again the hand grabs my wrist.
"Are you free tonight?" Shane growls.
I swallow hard. "Ummmm....."
"No," Trish growls as she ushers me away.
"Thank you," I whisper to her.
"Not a problem," she replies with a huge smirk.
~SHANE'S POV~
I smile as I watch the dazed Mr. Kidman slide into the all black official FBI mobile. Sure...he can run, but he can't hide. Not from Shane Helms.
I want him, but more than that, I want to know what he knows.
He's been assigned to the Callaway case according to my sources, and I must get close to him. He's the only member of the team that is available, besides Trish. Trish is beautiful, but she just isn't my type.
I place my hand against my cheek as I remember how warm and silky Billy's skin had felt under my fingertips.
Yes, I would woo and seduce Mr. Kidman. It was a small price to pay for the debt I owed. I pulled out a worn photograph of me and my friends. Matt and Jeff looked so happy with Lita. I, of course, was standing in the middle of them looking stupid as usual.
A tear slides down my face as I remember the vow that I had made at their funeral. I would honor that vow. I would track down the murderer and return the favor, by all that is good and pure, justice would be served.
~BENOIT'S POV~
I decline Helmsley's offer of lunch, telling him that I needed to check in on Chris.
"How's he really doing?" Helmsley asks.
"He's a nervous wreck. Every sound startles him," I reply sadly.
"Let him stay home for a couple of days until we find out where Mark's staying."
"Thanks," I reply with a slight smile. Helmsley knew about Chris and Mark, but chose to do nothing about it. I guess he figured that I would keep Chris in line.
On the drive home, I kept getting a feeling that something was wrong. Maybe it was because I just missed Chris being at my side. In the year that we'd been together, my love for him had only grown stronger. He was a part of my life now, and I needed him more each day.
I pull into the drive and I tense as I see the front door standing open.
My heart races as I run up to the door, drawing my weapon as I step inside. My breath catches in my throat as I look around at the shambles of my home. Someone had done a real number on it.
"Chris!" I call out, almost panicking.
No answer.
I make my way to the bedroom, clutching the gun in my hand. The door is shut and I brace myself for the worse as I slowly open the door.
"Chris?"
The blood drains from my face as I see Chris laying on the bed. He has been beaten so bad that his body is covered in black and blue welts. His beautiful blue eyes are swollen shut from the punches his face has sustained. His once luscious and kissable lips are bleeding and swollen. His hair matted and tousled. Is that semen in his hair?
I crawl onto the bed with him, gently pulling him into my arms as I brush his hair away from his face. He groans as my hands touch his ribs and I realize that several of them are probably broken. I immediately check his pulse and sigh in relief when it's strong. I don't see any gunshot or knife wounds, but I see the blood on his inner thighs and realize that he's been raped.
I pull out my cell phone and call 911 and then Helmsley.
An unspeakable rage consumes me as I hold my unconscious husband in my arms. Ever who did this was going to pay with their life. Somehow, I knew it was going to be Mark.
~TBC~
