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War of the Titans - Part 3 (*slash*)
For disclaimer and such, see part one.
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~KURT'S POV~
I slowly open my eyes. I feel so weak, but I know it has something to do with the drink that
Austin practically forced me to drink last night.
God, I know that I shouldn't have went to his room last night, but he sounded so desperate, so
needy.
As I'm slowly able to focus, I look around the room. There is no sign of Austin. Thank God.
I manage to sit up with no problem, but trying to stand is totally different. My head spins and I
crumble to back down on the bed.
"KURT!" Austin gasps as he runs into the room. He pulls me into his arms, gently caressing my
face. "Kurt talk to me."
"Get away from me!" I hiss, trying to fight my way from his strong arms.
"It's alright Kurt, I got ya," he whispers, cuddling me closer.
Didn't he hear me?
"Don't touch me," I growl, trying once again to break free.
I gasp as his hand wraps around my throat and he squeezes hard.
"I'll touch you whenever I want. You're mine," he growls, squinting his eyes. The look in his eyes
and the tone of his voice was so cold and uncaring that it sent shivers down my spine.
I nod.
I gasp for air as he releases my throat, but jump as he starts placing soft kisses along the very
area that he was choking.
"Tell me that you love me Kurt," he whispers.
I stare at the ceiling for a moment. He's lost it.
"Kurt," he growls softly.
"I love you Austin," I whisper, crossing my fingers behind my back. I don't like to lie, but
something told me that I had no choice.
"Kurt," he whispers, his voice more husky and full of desire. He nuzzles his face against mine as he
shifts in the bed and forces me backwards onto my back.
His lips are on mine, his tongue slithers into my mouth, entwining around mine.
I want to push him away, but I'm afraid of what would happen.
Steve doesn't like the word no.
I whimper as he uses his knees to pry my legs apart. I look up into his eyes and I shiver. They
say that the eyes are the mirror to the soul, but I what I see in Steve's frightens me. It's dark and
vile, and all consuming.
Panicking, I try to push Steve off, but he just laughs and slaps me hard across the face.
"Didn't you like what you saw Kurt?" He growls.
I look at him shocked.
"What you saw was my dark side, but that's why I want you," he whispers, caressing my cheek.
"You're good and pure, you will add a little light to that darkness."
"No!" I whimper as he lifts my legs onto his shoulders. Without any lube or preparation he enters
me, slowly at first, but then he starts to ram into me.
I scream over and over again, but he ignores me and continues to pound into me.
When I think that I can't take anymore, he tenses and I feel his warm seed spurting deep inside
of me, claiming me as his. I feel some of it leaking from me, and I know that it must be mixed my
blood to flow that freely.
He growls as he thrusts into me one final time, and then tries to catch his breath.
If I had a weapon right now, I'd kill him. How could he?
He pulls out of me gently, and slowly lowers my legs from his shoulders. For a moment, I thought
that he regretted what he just did, but then he leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"Now you truly belong to me bitch. Now get your sorry ass out of bed and get cleaned up."
~JERICHO'S POV~
My eyes slowly flutter open, but my head is throbbing. My wrists hurt as they are extended
above my head. I look up to see metal cuffs wrapped around them.
I look in front of me and I see the Alliance pilot sitting in chair, his hands are cuffed behind his
back and his ankles are cuffed to the chair, but he is smiling at me. What is the gap-tooth jerk
smiling about?
"Jericho."
I jump at the sound of Duane's voice. I suddenly realize why I'm hanging by my wrists.
"I told you if you disobeyed again that you would get a thrashing."
I shiver. He wouldn't. "I was just....."
"SILENCE!" He growls.
The Alliance pilots smile widens as he watches us.
I refuse to be punished in front of him.
"You can't!" I growl, pulling on the restrains.
Duane chuckles softly. "Can and will."
I scream as the whip comes down hard on my back. The burning sensation is unreal. I struggle
harder as I try to free myself.
I hear the snap of the whip again and I scream as it connects with my backside. I think I can
forget about sitting for awhile.
The stinging, burning pain is so intense that I suddenly realize that I have a major woody. I glance
up at the Alliance pilot and he is licking his lips as my cock sways upright in front of me.
I jump as Duane brings the whip down on my lower thighs, if I wasn't suspended by the wrists, I
would have fallen face first to the floor.
I start to cry and I can't stop. "I'm sorry," I whimper.
Duane walks around in front of me and lifts my chin. I'm ashamed that my eyes are filled with
tears. Bastard. Did he have to humiliate me in front of the enemy.
"Are you going to be a good little boy, Jericho?" He asks mockingly. "I would hate to punish you
again. You skin is so soft and flawless," He says as he walks back around me and runs a finger
along one of the welts, causing me to whimper and pull away from his touch.
"Yes, Captain," I quickly reply. He reaches above me and releases my wrists, allowing me to fall
to a heap on the floor.
"Next time, I won't take it easy on you, now get dressed. I'm going to check out his ship, and don't
you dare let him escape."
I check my wounds, but there is no blood, only large angry welts. Bastard! He's done this before
to do it without breaking the skin.
I watch him strut away in disgust.
I grab my clothes and quickly pull them on.
"Who are you?" I ask the pilot, expecting his name and serial number.
"Chris Benoit and you?" He asks calmly. Too calm for a man being held prisoner, but I shrug it off
to arrogance.
"Chris Jericho."
"Nice name," he says smiling. "I really enjoyed the show your lover put on for me."
"He's not my lover!" I growl. "He's my Captain!"
Benoit smirks at me. "Whatever."
I pull on my uniform. Damn I hate these tight white vinyl pants. I hiss as they make contact with
my welts.
"Could I have some water," Benoit asks.
I start to refuse him, but I'm thirsty too.
I grab the canteen and take a long swig. I brush my hair from my face. "Please tell me you don't
have any disease. This is my only canteen."
"I'm clean," he whispers.
I hold the opening to his mouth and he eagerly gulps the cold refreshing water. He licks his lips as
I pull it away.
"Thank you," he whispers.
"No problem....."
I gasp as I'm suddenly pulled onto his lap and he presses his lips to mine.
How the fuck did he get the handcuffs off?
His hand caresses my hardness, "Want me to take care of that darling?"
"NO!" I gasp, trying to reach for my phaser.
I stop as he presses the phaser to my head. "Take it easy beautiful, I would hate to mess up your
pretty face. I want you to reach down and real slowly undo my ankle restraints," he growls into
my ear, his teeth gently nibbling on my earlobe.
I slowly lean down, moving slightly on his lap and gasping when I feel his hardness pressing
against me. I unsnap the restraints and he quickly stands pulling me with him.
He looks around, debating.
I yelp as he shoves me forward forcing me to lean over an table. I whimper as his free hand
snakes around my waist and quickly unsnaps my pants. I yelp in surprise as he suddenly yanks
them down to my knees, kicking my legs apart with his foot.
"No, please......"
He chuckles as he closes in on my exposed backside.
A sound of a phaser being turned on, causes him to stop and look around.
Duane is holding a phaser directly at him and it's no longer on stun.
"Back away from him," Duane orders.
Benoit only smiles as he presses my own phaser to my head and shakes his head.
For a moment, both men just glare at each other. Damn, don't they know this table is real
uncomfortable?
Benoit grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me backwards against him, using me as a shield. I
blush as Duane looks down at my cock and shakes his head. It's been hard since he whipped me.
"Drop it," Benoit growls at Duane.
Duane looks at me and then him. "No, you drop it."
I wish they would just let me pull up my pants.
I jump as Benoit fires his phaser. Duane tries to dodge the blast, but Benoit must have calculated
his move, because Duane is hit in the shoulder.
Duane drops his phaser as he falls to the floor.
"NO!" I scream.
Benoit shoves me to the side as he grabs Duane's phaser.
I quickly pull my pants up and kneel by Duane's side.
"You helped him escape?" Duane asks as he looks up at me accusingly.
"NO!" I growl. "He....." I yelp as Benoit grabs a handful of my hair and hauls me to my feet,
spinning me so that we are face to face.
"Jericho, you really shouldn't lie to your superiors," Benoit says with a smirk as he presses his lips
to mine.
I try to push him away, but his grip his too tight.
When he finally does pull away, I'm breathless and speechless.
Duane is glaring at me. "I'll hunt you down for this Jericho."
"Cuff him," Benoit orders, tossing me the cuffs while holding the phaser on me as well as Duane.
With trembling hands I cuff Duane's wrists together. He is glaring at me the whole time. When
I'm finished, Benoit pulls me to him and kisses me once again.
When he pulls away, I'm breathless. Ok, so the man can kiss.
He looks down at Duane as he starts to pull me along behind him. "Don't worry, I'll send a team
after you...Captain. I'm sure Austin would love to meet with you."
Duane's eyes widen and for a moment, I thought I saw fear. They fluttered and it was gone. "Just
bring it," he growls.
"Oh, the Alliance will bring it," Benoit growls as he drags me behind him.
~MARCUS' POV~
He looks up at me surprised. Doesn't he know sorcerers can read minds?
My breathing stopped the moment he walked through those doors. Trish is right, he is a beauty.
I glance over at Trish and see the smirk on her face. Bitch. She knew she had me all along.
Forgetting her, I smile as I realize how beautiful and sensual he is. From his long blond hair that
cascades freely around his firm, but not too muscular shoulders, to the way that he is dressed.
The gold bands that he wears around his wrists clink together as he shifts nervously under my
stare. He is clad in black, low-cut leather pants that fit him perfectly. His shirt is made of black
see-through material that shows his pierced nipples. It's cut off to reveal his navel which has a
green emerald in it.
I startle when Trish whispers into my ear. "He's beautiful isn't he?"
Damn her. She knows that I'd sell my soul to get this beauty into my bed.
"He'll do, I guess," I growl as I stand and walk around "my" trembling beauty. I try to seem
unimpressed, but it's hard.
Queen Trish giggles. "If he's not satisfactory, I'll send him away."
"NO!!!!" I growl angrily.
Everyone in the room gasps and freezes as they feel my the force of my anger.
Trish grins. Bitch.
"May I check out the merchandise first?" I ask.
She frowns, but nods.
I tilt Adam's chin up so that he is looking directly at me.
"Stand," I growl.
He slowly stands on trembling legs before me. He's trembling so bad that I think he's gonna die of
fright before I can get him into my bed, thanks to the bitch over there.
I walk behind him and stand. Not touching, but close enough that he can feel my presence and the
heat from my body.
He whimpers as he looks to his Queen.
She smiles at him.
I grip his slender hips and pull back against me.
A whimper is torn from his throat as he feels my hard member pressing against the globes of his
ass. He tries to pull away, but I hold him in place by using my powers. Wonder if he has any idea
of all the fun he can have with a sorcerer?
One of my hands slowly slides around his waist, caressing his flat, firm abdomen, toying with the
emerald. My other hand slides upwards underneath his shirt, over his smooth torso, pausing to
play with his pierced nipples. I lay my head against his, projecting an image of us making love
together, our bodies entangled. He moans as he squirms underneath my hands, his trembling has
stopped, but it is replaced by something entirely different, desire.
"What do you want for him?" I ask in defeat, leaning in and nipping at his shoulder, causing him to
moan louder.
Trish smiles as she twirls a strand of hair through her fingers.
~JASON'S POV~
NO! I can't let this happen.
I see the look of desire on Adam's face. The sorcerer will make him forget me!
I start to storm from the room, but I'm grabbed from behind and pulled back in. I relieved to see
that it is Lance, one of my oldest friends. How did he get in here? I look around and see the
hidden passage that is open by the bed.
"You can't go down there," he whispers.
"Adam is my mate," I growl. "He's suppose to have my children not that monsters!"
"There's nothing we can do today my friend, but if you come with me and join the Alliance maybe
we can free him."
I look up at Lance in shock.
"Join the Alliance?"
"It's the only way. Austin is building a huge army and will soon overthrow the Federation and the
Ministry. We'll be there to get Adam, when Lord Marcus surrenders to Austin."
His words sound good at the moment. I knew I had no hope in saving Adam today, but hopefully
he would be strong and I could rescue him later.
Reluctantly, I leave Adam behind as I follow Lance through the hidden passage. As we make our
way through the narrow passageway, I start to cry.
"Be strong my beloved," I whisper.
~TBC~
