Treacherous Waters - 6/? (*slash*)
For disclaimer and such, see part one.
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~^~^~JASON'S POV (One Day Later)~^~^~
I slowly awake. My eyelids just want to stay shut, but someone is shaking me and calling my
name. My body is sore and spent, so much that I can barely move. My mouth and lips are dry
and parched.
"Adam?" I whisper as I feel movement beside of me.
My eyes open, but it's not Adam kneeling beside of me.
"You alright boy?" The man asks gruffly as he throws a blanket over my naked body and
proceeds to release my hands from the handcuffs that hold them above my head.
"Who are you?" I ask, trying desperately to focus in on the patch of his uniform.
"Steve Austin, Coast Guard," he once again replies coldly.
"Steve, must you be so cold and insensitive?" Another man whispers.
I look at him. He has a kinder face and expression than the first.
"Where's Adam?" I ask, trying to wet my parched lips. I manage a weak smile as the man holds
out a water bottle.
"Mr. Reso, my name is Kurt Angle and I'm also with the Coast Guard. We got a distress call
regarding your ship, but you seem to be the only occupant on board."
"NO!" I growl knocking the water bottle away, barely missing the man named Kurt's head.
"Easy," Steve growls as he grabs my wrists and easily pins them down. He looks at his partner
and I can see that they are more than partners. The big guy is trying to protect the other one.
Interesting.
"They took them," I whisper.
"Who took them?" Kurt asks confused.
"The pirates."
They both look at me stunned. "Pirates?" They whisper in unison.
~^~^~STEVE'S POV~^~^~
Over the past two years the so-called pirates have been making a mockery out of us.
I know that the leader is called Undertaker and he has a full crew, including one lovely siren, who
lures the men in easily.
I also know that my ex-lover is part of his crew.
Hunter.
Fuck. The name still sends shivers down my spine.
The man is sex personified.
As much as I want to catch the Undertaker, I don't want to be the one who arrests Hunter. We go
too far back. Kurt would never understand that. He's as straight and narrow as an arrow. Right is
right and wrong is wrong.
~^~^~KURT'S POV~^~^~
I feel so sorry for the young man. They raped him and just left him.
I don't understand. The Undertaker attacked and raided ships, but he usually left the people
alone. He'd never really hurt them before.
"Who attacked you?" I ask.
"There were several of them. I think the leader was the huge guy dressed in black. He took
Adam!"
"This Adam, was he your lover?" Steve asks.
"Yes. Please help me find him," he whispers heartbroken.
I know how he feels. I don't know what I would do if anyone took Steve away from me.
"Don't you worry," I whisper, "we'll find him for you."
Steve glares at me in disbelief. "Don't be making promises we can't keep. We've been after them
for two years," Steve growls.
Steve's reaction startles me. He's never scolded me before. I've been meaning to talk to Steve
about that, because on many occasions, we've come close to catching the pirates, but Steve makes
a mistake and they get away.
~^~^~ADAM'S POV~^~^~
I've been in and out of consciousness for a about a day now. This time I awoke to find my rescuer
sleeping beside of me, his huge arm draped across me protectively. I want to move it, but I'm
afraid that I'll wake him up.
I watch as his huge chest rises and falls with each breath. He's got that dangerously attractive
look about him. Rough and rugged, but yet gentle.
"Like what you see?" He asks.
I jump as I realize that he's been awake all this time.
"Who are you?" I ask, trying not to tense up and show my fear.
"Mark Calloway," he replies softly.
"Where's Jason?" I ask.
He doesn't reply right away and that causes me to worry. Ok, so he beat the crap out of me, but
.....I love him.
I sit up in the bed and he's instantly sitting beside of me.
"You should lay back down," he growls with a worried look on his face.
"Where's Jason?" I ask again, running my fingers through my hair.
"On his yacht," he replies.
"Where are we?"
"A long, long, long way from him."
I look at him startled. "You have to take me back to Jason," I beg.
He merely smirks and shakes his head. "The bastard almost beat you to death and you want to go
back to him?" Mark asks in disbelief.
"It's none of your business," I reply angrily.
"I'm making it my business," he growls, rising from the bed and stretching.
I follow him and stand, but feel dizzy and almost fall flat on my face.
He catches me in his huge arms and gently lays me back down.
"Go back to sleep," he whispers as he tucks me in.
I start to protest but my eyelids seem very heavy. I sigh and give in to the sweet embrace of
sleep.
Maybe when I wake up, Jason will be here. He has to let me go, right?
~^~^~MARK'S POV~^~^~
I can see that it's not going to be easy to make him forget about Jason, but he really doesn't have
any choice.
I can never understand why abuse victims keep going back to their abusive lovers for more.
Jason almost killed him, yet he yearns to be with him again.
I shake my head as I leave.
Adam is mine now. He will have to learn to accept that fact. He will never see Jason again.
~^~^~LANCE'S POV~^~^~
I've been avoiding Trish. God, what would she think if she knew I had watched her?
She'll think that I'm some sort of pervert or something.
"Lance," Trish's sultry voice whispers near my ear.
I almost jump out of my skin.
"Trish!" I gasp. Where had she came from?
She giggles as she watches my reaction.
"So," she whispers, snuggling real close to me, "did you like the little show I put on for you
yesterday?"
I can imagine how pale my face just went.
"You saw me?" I ask nervously.
Her hand caresses my thigh. "You looked so cute hiding behind those crates. I wished that it was
you that was underneath me."
Fuck.
"I didn't mean to spy on you. I'm not a pervert or anything like that. I'm a serious guy you know.
I respect you. It's just that......well.......you're so beautiful."
"Lance, shut up," She whispers as her hand wraps around my neck and pulls me in for a sorching,
breathtaking kiss.
~^~^~CHRIS' POV~^~^~
I smile as I watch Trish make the moves on Lance.
"She'll be good for him," Glenn whispers in my ear as his huge arms snake around my waist
pulling me back against his huge body.
"Yeah, if he lives," I whisper.
Glenn chuckles. "She won't hurt him."
I look up into my huge lover's face and smile. Glenn had chosen me, like Trish had chosen Lance.
"Come to bed," he whispers.
I smile as I look at the setting sun and follow him down below.
~TBC~
