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~EDGE'S POV~
Scientist.
Mark called Dr. Heyman a scientist. What was he doing to me? What was really in those shots? Was I some kind of damn experiment to him?
I feel faint as I realize that I had been taking those shots off and on for three fucking years.
I remember the first time that Mark introduced me to Dr. Heyman. He said that he was now my "personal" physician. I really didn't think anything about the multi-shots that he gave me that first year, because he said my immune system was weak and that he would give me several "vitamin" shots to give it a boost. Funny, I felt fine. What an idiot I was!
I silently curse myself for being so stupid. I had done everything that Mark told me to without question. I trusted him with my life. With my body. Really stupid.
I glance at the clock on the wall and at Kevin, who merely glares at me.
Mark's been gone for nearly four hours, and I can't help but fidget on the bed as I try to get feeling back into my hands and legs again.
"Can't you take the cuffs off for a few minutes?" I ask Kevin hopefully.
"And take the chance of you escaping? Not in this lifetime, bitch," Kevin growled, irritated at being reduced to a babysitter.
"I have to go to the bathroom," I growled, trying not to whine.
I jump as the door burst opens and Mark steps inside. His emerald eyes are sparkling as he quickly glances over at me to make sure that I'm still there. Judging by his good mood, he had done something. Something bad.
Christian? He wouldn't.
"Where did you go? What did you do?" I ask nervously.
He smiles at me as I bombard him with the questions. He comes to sit beside of me, placing a kiss on my forehead. "Where you worried about me?" He asks teasingly.
Yeah, right.
"Tell me that you didn't hurt Christian," I gasp in panic, my body tenses as I wait for his reply.
He chuckles. "Not yet, but I did pay a little visit to your friend Chris Jericho."
"You killed Chris?" I asked shocked. I could feel my mouth gapping slightly.
"I didn't kill him. I just had a little fun with him. He's too fucking pretty to kill."
Scott laughs out loud and I know that Chris is probably either dead or wishes he was.
Disgusted, I turn my head from him. I once loved him with my entire heart, but now.....I don't even know the evil being before me.
"Awww....come on, Edge. Don't be mad," Mark whispers as he grips my chin and forces me to look at him. "I might have fucked him, but I love only you. It was just business."
"Bastard," I hiss as I turn my head away once again.
He merely chuckles at my display of anger. I feel him rise from the bed and start to undo my handcuffs. "I believe that I heard you tell Kevin that you needed to use the bathroom," he whispers as he scoops me up into his huge strong arms. "How about some privacy?" he growls at Scott and Kevin who immediately get the hint and leave.
He finally allows me to stand at the entrance of the bathroom. My knees feel wobbly from not walking on them for so long, but I quickly compose myself.
He is about to say something to me, but I slam the bathroom door in his face. I curse as I see that the door doesn't have any locks. I back away and wait for it to slam open and him to come barreling through, but to my surprise, it remains closed. I go the toilet and relieve myself, glancing nervously at the door. Once finished, I glance around the room and sigh as I realize that there is no windows to escape through.
Feeling dirty and violated, I reach in and turn the shower on in the huge tub. Once again I nervously glance behind me before stepping in the tub and pulling the shower curtain closed behind me grateful for the small amount of privacy.
~MARK'S POV~
I smile as I hear the shower water running. I imagine his body as he stands under the thin spray of water, the droplets coursing down his toned muscular body.
I stand just outside of the door listening to his every move. He's probably discovered by now that the bathroom has no windows, therefore no escape. It also has no sharp objects or pills in which he could hurt himself with.
I slowly open the door and slip inside. I grin as I see his silhouette behind the thin white shower curtain. My cock twitches and I strip quickly and quietly.
I've been wanting him all day. Even after thoroughly enjoying Jericho, I still crave Edge. I don't know what it is about him, but I have to have him.....own him.....possess him. He's like a fucking addiction. One that I can't get enough of.
He's oblivious to me as I slide the shower curtain open from the back. His face is under the water as he washes his long hair. Good, he hasn't heard me yet. I step in right behind of him, my hands mapping every curve of his body, but not yet touching it. The tropical smell of coconut shampoo lingers in the air causing my cock to twitch even more in anticipation.
I wait until he rinses his hair and then I wrap my arm around his waist, pulling him back against me, letting him feel my cock as it presses against his backside. "Miss me?" I growl in his ear.
He almost slips as he tries to pull away, but I have a firm grip. He isn't going anywhere. "Don't...please," he whimpers.
I latch onto his neck, placing rough kisses along the nape of it as I hold him tightly around the waist. My other hand trails up his abdomen, across his smooth muscular torso and pinches a nipple, eliciting a slight moan from him.
His struggles increase and I have no choice but to push him face first against the tiled side of the tub as I press my body against his, effectively pinning him.
"Don't do this Mark," he gasps.
"Don't?" I ask with a smirk. "We had an agreement."
I turn him so that we are face to face, body to body. He trembles as his face presses against my chest.
"Look at me," I growl.
He hesitantly raises his head and meets my stare. "Remember our agreement? You submit willingly to me and I leave Christian alone."
"But.....you hurt Chris," he whispers in a pitiful tone.
"But do you want me to hurt Christian as well?" I ask, knowing the answer that I would receive.
"No!" He gasps quickly.
I smile at him and he realizes that he has no other choice other than submission.
"What do you want me to do?" He asks humbly, tears forming in his eyes as he accepted his fate.
"Suck me," I command with a slight smirk. Knowing that I was in complete charge of the beautiful man before me, made me even harder.
He shivers, but slides to his knees before me and takes the head of my cock into his mouth as he starts to worship it. I watch mesmerized as my cock disappears between his luscious lips as his head starts to bob up and down.
My fingers tangle in his wet hair as I thrust slowly into his mouth, careful not to gag him. It is in that moment that I realize that he would do anything to save his Christian. Interesting. Very interesting.
I grit my teeth as he worships my cock with his tongue, and as his fingers gently caress the area around my balls. God, he's got a talented mouth. Feeling myself about to explode, but wanting my seed planted deep inside of him, I pull him up by his hair and quickly turn him so that he is facing the tiled wall once again. I use my knee to shove his legs apart. He whimpers as he leans against the wall, open and completely vulnerable to whatever I chose to do to him.
I cup and squeeze his ass as my cock rubs between the two firm globes teasing his exposed hole. The heat and friction is almost maddening. His breathing is strained as his fingers claw at the tiled wall.
I grab the conditioner and generously lube my cock before placing it at his quivering entrance. "Tell me that you want me," I growl.
"I want you," he whispers coldly and insincere.
"At least try to sound convincing," I growl in mock disappointment.
"Just fuck me," he growls back.
I chuckle. "Your wish is my command," I reply as I ram into him hard causing him to cry out in pain as I fully impaled him on my cock. He starts to sob as I ram in and out of him, but he doesn't dare move.
He gasps for air as he desperately tries to catch his breath, but after a couple of well placed jabs, he's starting to moan and push back against me. The sound of our wet bodies slapping together echoes in the small bathroom.
"I hate you," he whispers, but his body betrays his words. His brain can deny how he feels, but his body can't. It's mine. It responds to me.
"Sure you do. Can't you see.....we belong together," I growl as I thrust harder and faster into him, while my hand slides around to his front, gripping the base of his cock as I start to stroke it in rhythm with my thrusts.
"No...I'm married to .......Christian. I love him," he sobs.
"Not any more," I quickly remind him. "You're mine."
He whimpers, but says no more. He knows that I'm telling the truth. I was his first and I will be his last lover.
"Come for me," I hiss in his ear, nipping at it slightly.
He tenses as his body jerks, spraying both the wall and my hand with his creamy essence. His head jerks back against my shoulder and I immediately latch on the side of his neck, marking him as I fuck him harder and deeper than I ever had before.
My eyes roll back in my head as my orgasm shakes my body. My cum sprays into him with one hot burst after another, and I cling to him as our bodies jerk and tremble together. I tenderly kiss his shoulder and then whisper into his ear. "I love you."
He is silent, but I feel him softly sobbing.
"Say it," I growl, pressing him against the wall harder as my cock starts to re-harden inside of him.
"I love......you," he finally whispers in submission.
"Good boy," I whisper with a victory grin as I slowly start to thrust into him again. He is my mate....my soul mate. I knew it when I first laid eyes on him. That's why I killed his father and the others. He was mine and nothing was going to stand in my way of claiming him. It was my love for him that made me search out Dr. Heyman so that I could give him the ultimate gift.
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
I walk in to find Benoit sitting beside of Chris as he lays unmoving in the hospital bed.
God, Chris looks so helpless and small in this sterile white room. The monitors in the room click and beat steadily, giving me the chills. His whole face is swollen from the beating that he had received earlier. The tube running down his throat looks painful. His arms were even black and blue without the various IV's that had been poked in them. I couldn't imagine what the rest of his body looked like.
"Benoit?" I whisper, not wanting to disturb Chris.
"Christian," he whispers back with a faint smile. "Thanks for coming."
"No problem. Sorry that I'm late, but the traffic sucked. Did he tell you who did this?"
I see a flash of rage on Benoit's face. "Mark."
I know that I must go pale on the spot, because I suddenly feel faint. I remember my own rape by Nash and Hall. I remember how terrified that I had been. If he could do that to Chris, what was he doing to Edge?
"Christian?" Benoit asks concerned.
"I'm alright. That name....."
"I know," Benoit growled. "Heaven help him when I find him."
"Is Chris going to be alright?"
"He's in a coma. The doctor's don't think that there will be any brain damage, just a concussion. Chris identified his attacker and then slipped into unconsciousness. He hasn't woken since."
I feel my own rage threatening to consume me. I had to find Edge and get him away from that monster.
"I'm sorry that I won't be much help right now, but if you find Mark......., " Benoit paused as he tried to chose his words wisely. "I want a couple of minutes with him."
I smiled as I imagined the damage Benoit could do in a few minutes. I nodded in understanding as I shut the door behind me.
I turn to find Trish waiting on me. "Poor Chris, but at least that bastard didn't kill him."
"If he had wanted to kill him, he would have. He has something else in mind for Chris," I retort bitterly.
~TRISH'S POV~
I almost tell Christian about the lead that I picked up on Scott Hall, but then realize that it's probably better that he gets some rest.
"Go home and...."
"No! I'll never go back to that house without Edge," he hisses angrily.
I stare at him in shock.
"I'm sorry," he apologizes.
"It's alright," I whisper, wrapping my arm around his waist. "Here, take my keys and go to my place. I have some research to do and I won't be home until late tonight."
"I couldn't.."
"Do it Christian. Edge needs you and you need some rest. A couple of hours of sleep and you'll be as good as new," I argue.
"Alright," he whispers, taking the keys from my hand.
I smile as I head out to check the lead out on Hall. I consider calling Helmsley or Kidman, but then decide against it. It was probably just another false lead anyway. What was the name of that bar? Bob's. It was out in the middle of nowhere, but it was worth a shot.
~BILLY'S POV~
I breath in the fresh air as I step out of the building. I must admit that today was hectic, but at least I'm doing what I dreamed so long about doing.
FBI Agent.
God, that sounds so good.
I ponder what to do with my life until the following morning. I could just go home and get some rest, because I have a feeling that things will probably heat up on the Callaway case tomorrow. I swear that Trish got some sort of lead that she's not sharing, but then again I'm the rookie and who am I to question her?
My second option.... I could go party. I haven't done that in ages. Get drunk. Get laid. Maybe look up that cute reporter guy.
That thought really appeals to me, but I'm too tired to actually do it so I merely head home.....to my empty bed and dull personal life.
God, I wish there was a superhero who would swoop in and carry me away.
~SHANE'S POV~
I smile as I follow Billy. He must live nearby because he has chosen to walk home.
I secretly admire him from afar. The way his rounded hips jiggle as he walks. Nice piece of ass.
I remember all the super hero stories that my mom use to tell me at night before I went to sleep. My favorite was about the Hurricane. Dressed in green and donned with a cape, he would fly in for the rescue like a hurricane.
I grin. Right now I would like to fly in, scoop Billy up, and take him to the top of the highest tower and make passionate love to him. Instead, I settle for following him. I have to. It's for Matt and Jeff. They had been my best friends growing up. The only ones who stuck up for me when other ridiculed me for being "different." This is for them. No one deserved to die like they had. No one. Mark Callaway was going to pay.
Shane Helms says so. The Hurricane says so.
I watch as Billy disappears into an apartment building. I follow him from a distance. I give him a few minutes to get settled in before I make my way up to his door and knock.
He opens the door and frowns when he sees that it is me.
What's up with that?
"I'm sorry, but I can't give you any information," he whispers as he starts to shut the door.
"Just ten minutes of your time.....please," I whisper as I try not to look at his bare muscular chest.
He looks at me for a moment as he debates with himself. "You can come in, but I can't tell you anything about the case."
"Sure you can't," I smile as I enter, determined to change his mind.
~SCOTT HALL'S POV~
I feel like a fucking slave to Mark.
Scott...do this. Scott.....do that.
"Come on Kevin, lets go to Bob's and get some beer," I whisper to my longtime friend.
He shakes his head and looks at me like I'm stupid. "Mark said...."
"I don't give a flying fuck what Mark said, I'm thirsty."
"You're going to be dead if he finds out you've been sneaking away to get beer," Kevin growls.
"He's too busy fucking Edge," I quickly retort as I grab my bike and proceed to push it away. I'll start it down the road away from Mark's keen ears.
"Your funeral," Kevin whispers back as he makes himself comfortable in the van, hoping that Mark didn't take too long fucking Edge. The couch was better than this.
~TBC~
