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Ryan stood quietly in his once peaceful apartment as officers and detectives scurried around him, looking for fingerprints, hair, anything that would help them find Luke. It had been a week since Luke had gone missing, and they had gotten no where with the investigation. Three days ago, Ryan had gone and picked up Hector, who was in a cast, and was not allowed to stand on his leg for two months. Apparently, according, they had broken his leg in two different places, which would cause it longer to heal than usual. Doing some of his own investigating, Ryan had found out from one of the investigators that the writing was made from chicken blood, not human. Even then, Ryan felt that something was wrong. He had tried putting the pieces together, but nothing seemed to make sense. He had looked over the files multiple times, talked to neighbors, and had even talked to Helen, asking her if she had seen anything.
"I heard Luke walking out of the apartment around seven this morning." their neighbor, Martin Lucas, told him, while Ryan wrote in his notebook. Martin was the first person to officially welcome them into the apartment building. He was also the first person to find out that they were a couple. "I'm so sorry that you have to go through this," Martin said, giving Ryan a hug. "If you need any help at all, let me know, and I'll do whatever I can to make you feel better." Ryan had thanked him, and walked down to the front lobby to talk to Helen.
"Well," Helen said. "The last time that I had seen him was this morning, when he said he was going out to go shopping." Ryan nodded, jotting in his notebook. Helen looked up at Ryan, fear swimming in her eyes. "Is it true what people are saying?" she asked. "Are their really terrorists in New York?" Ryan looked at her.
"Not to our knowledge Helen." he responded, smiling grimly. "If there are, you have nothing to worry about, we'll keep this beautiful city safe." she smiled, and patted his hand.
"Bless you Ryan," she said. "Bless you." He smiled, and walked out of the lobby, heading towards the station. As Ryan was walking down the streets, he noticed that the whole city seemed to have a dark, gloomy cloud hanging over it, as if something had happened, and nobody had liked it.
When Ryan walked into the station, he was overwhelmed by the noise and panic in the room. People were picking up the phone, calling frantically, while others were talking to his mother, panicked. It was so loud, Ryan could only pick up a couple of things here and there.
"Can you believe it? The whole town..."
"9,500? No way..."
"It's awful, only twenty-two..."
Ryan shook his head, and walked up to his mother, who was talking to another detective.
"It's true. They really did it, didn't they?" she whispered. The detective nodded, his face grim. His mother looked up, and saw Ryan. "Ryan," she said, her voice full of emotion. "You're all right."
"Mom," he said slowly. "What's going on?" She looked him in the eyes.
"Oh Ryan, it's the terrorists," she said, tears beginning to roll down her face. "They attacked the town of Amityville. They let loose about twenty or so bombs. Twenty two people survived." she shook her head. "Ryan, they killed 9,500 people, in less that an hour." He felt like he had just been slapped. He didn't want to ask the question to his mother, but he did anyway.
"What about..." he started to ask, but his mother shook her head, tears rolling down her face.
"Ryan," she sobbed, you're father is dead. He was killed in the explosion in Amityville."
Ryan sat in his mother's office, a blanket wrapped around him. He was shivering, tears rolling down his face. His mother was sitting next to him, rubbing his back.
"I'm so sorry Ryan," she said. "Right now, nothing seems to be going right for you." He looked at her, his eyes red with tears.
"It's just bad?" Ryan asked. "My boyfriend was kidnapped, and nobody knows if he is alive or dead, and now you tell me that my father was killed by those same terrorists?" He shook his head, tears rolling down his face. His mother patted him on the back, and stood up.
"Come on, we need to go and check up on Amityville, see if we can find any clues about what happened, or where Luke may be." Ryan nodded, and stood up, and followed his mother out of her office, and into the station. He was going home, to confront new terrors.
Luke slowly woke up, his vision blurry. The first thing that he noticed was that he was untied, and the tape was off of his mouth. The second thing was that David was sitting in the room, holding a glass of water. He hadn't shaved yet, so he had a five o'clock shadow. His hair was still tousled, and his eyes sparkling.
"Whoa, take it easy cowboy," David said, handing him the glass. "Drink this before you do anything." Luke looked at him, and cautiously accepted the glass. He took a sip, realized how parched he was, and drank the rest of the glass in no time at all. David watched him, smiling sadly.
"Why are you doing this?" Luke asked. "Aren't you supposed to be mean to your prisoners?" David smiled.
"Let's just say, I'm not what you think." Luke stared at him.
"You mean, you're a..."
"Terrorist? Yes and no. To the FBI, I'm Special Agent David Seeker, but to the terrorists, I'm just a lackey, doing whatever I'm told to do, and hoping to survive." He paused. "And I'm not going to let an American citizen fall in the hands of Russian terrorists." There was a knock on their door, and Luke jumped up.
"How?" he asked cautiously. David shook his head, and stood up. He walked over to him, and handed him his gun.
"Take this," David said. " Tape me up. I'll make noise after you're done, and then tape my mouth. After that, knock me out." He indicated to two rolls of tape over in the corner. "Once the guard comes in, shoot him in the leg."
"What?" Luke said, alarmed. David shushed him, looking at the door.
"Just trust me," he said quietly. " Once you shoot him, knock him out, bind the wound, and tie him up as well. Then run."
"But what about you?" Luke asked. "What are you going to do?" David smiled, shaking his head.
"Hoping that when you hit me," he said. "That you don't kill me in the process." Luke looked at him, trying to understand what he wanted him to do.
"Why?" Luke asked. "Why are you letting me go?" David smiled, and kissed Luke on the cheek.
"I guess," David said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've kind of grown attached to you over the past week." David smiled, and handed Luke a roll of tape. "I'll help you tie me up." Luke shook his head.
"This is almost as weird as when Ryan told me to tie him to the bed." David laughed, and began wrapping his legs in tape. Once he was done, he handed the roll to Luke. Luke rolled David onto his stomach, and began to tape up his arms and upper body, following David's instructions. After he was done, he looked into David's eyes, which were sparkling with excitement. David struggled a bit against his bonds, and grinned up at Luke.
"You did a good job kid," he said. "Couldn't have done it better myself." Luke smiled weakly. He grabbed the other roll, and put it next to him. He picked up the current roll, which was almost empty, and looked at David.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked. David nodded,
"Well, I can't really do anything about it now, can I?" Luke nodded, smiling slightly. "There's the smile that I love." David said. He took a deep breath, and began screaming at the top of his lungs.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? LET ME GO, YOU FUC-" his screaming was cut short due to the fact that Luke began wrapping tape around his mouth. He kept screaming, but it was muffled due to the tape. David looked up at him, his eyes shining with excitement.
"Sorry," he said, smiling. "I hate when people swear." He took the gun, and smacked him upside the head. David flinched, and passed out cold. Luke stared at him, and kissed him on the forehead, smiling. A couple of moments later, he heard footsteps thundering down the hallway, and he aimed the gun at the door. When the door banged open, he jumped, and shot the man in the forehead. The man stopped dead in his tracks, and slowly toppled over. Luke looked at the man in terror. He rolled him over, and tried to stop the bleeding.
"Oh my god," Luke said, his eyes wide with terror. "What I have done?" He looked at his hands, which were now covered in blood. "I-I killed him." Luke stood up, his hands shaking, backed up into the corner, and puked. He began to cry. He remembered what David had said, and he got out of his cell, and began to run. He ran so fast and so hard, his limbs began to ache. The warehouse seemed empty, but he didn't doubt it and kept running. Once he was out of the warehouse, he stopped, and looked at himself. He was covered in blood, bruises, and cuts. His hair was a mess, and his clothes were ripped and dirty. He looked up at the night sky, and began to cry in joy. He was free, and he wanted to go home. He began to limp his way towards the city, and to his boyfriend. About halfway through the lot, Luke stopped, collapsing in pain. He looked down at his ankle, and winced as he tried to pull off his sock. He gasped as he looked at his swollen and bruised ankle. He tried to move, but cried out in pain. A man came around the corner.
"Sir, are you alright?" the man asked. He looked at Luke's appearance, and shook his head. Luke looked at him, and then down at his ankle.
"Can you get me into the city?" I need to get my ankle checked out." The man looked down at his ankle, and shook his head again.
"Not looking like that you won't." the man said. He walked over to his truck, and came back with his First-Aid kit. He knelt next to Luke, and began wrapping it in an Ace bandage. The man finished, and looked up at Luke. "You need a ride?" Luke nodded. "Where to?" Luke told him the address, and got in the truck.
"Thank you, sir." Luke said. The man nodded, and they drove off towards the city.
Ryan was sitting in their bedroom, packing his suitcase for his long trip to Amityville. He wasn't excited about going, but because of his work, he had no choice. He needed to go and find out why they targeted Amityville, and maybe get a clue to stop them.
"I have to do this for Luke," he continually told himself. "I need to find a clue to get him back." He put the last shirt in the suitcase, and shut it violently. At the same time, he heard the door slam shut. Ryan jumped, and pulled out his gun. He slowly walked to the door, and peeked around the corner. In their living room was a filthy, bloody, beaten and cut up man. He looked like he was looking for something. Ryan walked out of the bedroom, and cocked his gun, pointing it at the man. "What," Ryan asked slowly. "Are you doing in my apartment?" The man jumped up, and cried out in pain, he grabbed at his ankle. "Put you hands up!" Ryan shouted. "Turn around and face me!" The man let go of his ankle, put his hands in the air, and slowly turned to face him. When he had finally turned around, Ryan dropped his gun, and his hand went to his mouth. He tried to say something, but couldn't.
"I'm home," Luke said, tears streaming down his face. "Ryan, I'm home." The only thing was, it wasn't Luke. The thing that looked like Luke had no eyes. All it had were dark sockets that seemed to emanate fear and darkness from them. The thing's chest was wide open, gushing thick black blood. Ryan backed up in alarm, screaming in terror. "What's the matter?" the thing asked, walking towards him, slowly and heavily. With each step, the floor shook. Ryan tried to call for help, but his voice had stopped working. "You don't look happy to see me? Come on Ryan, I want to play!" The thing began to laugh, which sounded like two handheld saws scraping against each other. It took another step, and then it toppled to the ground with a loud thud. Blood continued to pour out of it, faster and faster, until it was up to his ankles. "Play with me, play with me, play with me, PLAY WITH ME!" The voice of the thing continued to get louder and louder as the blood rose, until soon, Ryan was submerged in blood. He felt a hand grab his ankle, and it began to pull him down in the darkness below. He struggled harder and harder, until he screamed.
"NO!" Ryan screamed as he woke up, tears streaming down his face. He wiped his face, which was covered in sweat and tears. He had woken up because he had heard the door slam shut. He grabbed his gun, and ran to the hallway, scared of what he was going to find. When he arrived in the living room, there was Luke. He was just like in the dream, covered in dirt and blood. Cuts and bruises covered his skin. His ankle was swollen to the size of an orange. Ryan looked up to Luke's face, and cried out. His eyes were still there, and they were filled with joy. There was no hole in his chest, and Luke was alive and well.
"I'm home," Luke said, his eyes filled with tears. "Ryan, I'm home."
"I'm home" Those words echoed though the apartment as Luke smiled happily. "I'm home Ryan." Ryan slowly unloaded his gun, and stared at Luke with happiness, his hands shaking from joy. Luke was filthy, covered from head to toe in blood, dirt, cuts and bruises, but he was home, and alive. Ryan's eyes began to fill up with tears, as he let out a little scream.
"Luke," he said, tears streaming down his face. "You're alive!" Luke nodded, happily. Ryan ran at him, and tackled him in a bear hug. They stayed standing, and they embraced for what seemed like eternity. Luke laughed as he patted his head, crying as well. "I've missed you so much!" He was full-on sobbing now, hugging Luke tightly. He was also now covered in blood and dirt, but he didn't care anymore. Luke was home, and that's all that mattered at the moment. "Where were you? What happened?" So many questions were flowing through his mind, and he wanted to ask them all. Luke laughed, and put a hand on Ryan's shoulder. Ryan looked into Luke's eyes, which were full of love and joy. Luke looked into Ryan's eyes, which were filled with love and joy.
"Can I please take a shower first?" Luke begged Ryan, grinning happily. He had been waiting a week to see Ryan, presumably not covered in blood and dirt. "I haven't been allowed to clean myself in about a week. Except for the one sponge bath I got on day three. It wasn't as pleasant as you would have thought. The man was really ugly, and I thought he was going to touch me in weird places. Ryan laughed, and nodded. He walked with Luke over to the bathroom, hand in hand. Once they got to the bathroom, they stopped in the doorway, and Ryan smiled at Luke.
"I'm just glad that you're all right." Ryan said happily. They embraced again, and Luke could still feel the passion between them. Luke smiled. "Now, go get cleaned up. I need to hear every detail about what happened to you."
"Yes sir," Luke said, smiling. He walked into the bathroom, got undressed, wincing at the pains and aches, turned on the hot water, and sighed happily. It was good to be home.
About twenty minutes later, Luke got out of the shower. His skin was clean of dirt and blood. However, as he wiped away the steam from the mirror, he saw how much they had really done to him. His body was covered in healing scars, cuts, and bruises. He sighed, and began combing his bangs out of his eyes, and put them up, off of the side of his face. He pulled on a black t-shirt, and a pair of jeans, wincing at the pain that it caused him. When he walked out of the bathroom, and saw Ryan sitting on the couch, he couldn't help but smile. Ryan had went out and bought him his favorite cheesecake, and a bottle of wine. He was wearing a white button-up shirt, and black dress pants. His hair was freshly combed, and he had a twinkle in his eye. Luke's mind began to wander, thinking about how he would look without that shirt on. He smiled to him self as Ryan waved him over.
"Care to join me?" Ryan asked, his voice warm and caring. Luke grinned, and walked over to the couch, and sat down next to him. Ryan handed him a plate of cheesecake, and they began to eat. "So," Ryan said in-between bites. "Tell me everything." Luke swallowed, and began to tell his story. He told Ryan about the day of his kidnapping, the trip into the warehouse, the lady in black. Ryan nodded through the whole thing, jotting down notes in his notebook. However, once Luke got to the part about David, he paused. Ryan glanced up at Luke.
"Is that it?" Ryan asked, his pencil hovering over the paper with anticipation. Luke shook his head. "Then please," Ryan said. "Keep going, what else was there?" Luke took a deep breath.
"Ryan," he said. "There's a man in the group, his name is David Seeker." Ryan stopped writing, and looked up at Luke. "He was the one that helped me escape." Luke continued. " He said that he was in the FBI, and that he was undercover, trying to get close to the head of the group. I wanted him to come with me, but he said that he needed to settle a score before he left." Ryan's face began to pale. "Are you all right?" Luke asked. Ryan shook his head. He looked over at Luke, his eyes wide.
"That man," Ryan said shakily. "Is my brother." Luke looked at Ryan in shock. "He told me that he was still at home, in Amityville." Ryan's eyes began to fill with tears, "That means he's still alive, and he didn't die in the explosion with Dad." Ryan leaned back, resting his head on the couch, and let out a sigh of relief. Luke poured Ryan and himself a glass of wine. He handed the glass to Ryan.
"Well then," Luke said confidently. "A toast to knowing loved ones are alive." Ryan laughed, and they clinked their glassed together, and drank. Ryan quickly drained his glass, and poured himself some more wine. Luke laughed, as Ryan looked up at him sheepishly.
"You know that I've always been a fast wine drinker." Ryan said, his cheeks flushed. Luke laughed, and Ryan felt his face grow hot. He quickly took another sip of wine, and placed his glass on the coffee table.
"I know, and I still find it hilarious." Luke responded, taking a sip of wine. Ryan looked up at Luke, his eyes shining with tears.
"Do you want to know," he said slowly, between sips of wine. "What the hardest thing about not having you here was?" Luke nodded, taking a sip of wine. "It was not getting to hear your bubbly laugh and sweet voice. I missed your positive attitude." Ryan's eyes began to fill with tears. "I missed the glow that happened when you entered the room, and I...I" he broke down sobbing. Luke put his glass down on the coffee table, and hugged Ryan tightly.
"It's okay," Luke said, rubbing his back gently and carefully. "You don't have to worry about that anymore. I'm here now, and that's all that matters, okay? Don't be sad, I don't plan on ever letting you out of my sight again, you understand me?" Ryan nodded, still sobbing. Luke felt Ryan grip him tighter, as if he might loose him for good if he let go.
"It's just," Ryan sobbed, his voice full of emotion. "I missed you so much!" Luke sighed happily, and pulled Ryan in close. As he held him close, Ryan cried on Luke's shoulder. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, Ryan crying and Luke comforting him. Finally, Ryan pulled away slowly, wiping his eyes with his sleeves. "Thanks Luke," he said, sniffing. "I love you." They began to get closer and closer to each other. Luke felt his face grow warm, as he stared into his eyes, which were full of lust. He looked up at Ryan, who was looking at Luke's body greedily. They kept getting closer, and soon Luke could see individual hairs that he had missed while shaving. He loved his little stubble, and he loved the way it felt on his face as they cuddled together. He felt something begin to grow, both in his heart, and in his pants, and he began to get very excited.
"I love you too." He whispered lovingly. The two of them continued to get closer, and closer, and then finally began to kiss. The two men kissed for what seemed like an eternity. It was magical, and full of love. Luke thought to himself that even if a bomb threatened to blow them up, it wouldn't matter during this kiss. Their kiss was filled with passion, love, and lust. Luke's hands started to wander aimlessly down Ryan's smooth body. Ryan in turn started running his hands through Luke's soft hair. Luke quickly began to unbutton Ryan's shirt, letting it fall to the floor. They broke away for a brief second, Luke starring at Ryan's chest, taking in his heaving chest and defined muscles. Ryan rushed back into Luke's arms, continuing their long and passionate kiss. Ryan began to unbutton Luke's jeans, and slowly slid them down his legs, being careful around his cuts and bruises. A couple of moments later, they were in their bedroom, their naked bodies intertwined on their bed. Luke gripped the sheets tightly as Ryan began to do amazing things to his body, and he loved it all of it. Luke laughed as Ryan began to tickle him, first under the armpits, and then brought his hands down to Luke's thighs, continuing to tickle him the whole way down, playing Luke like a piano, and then down to his butt, squeezing it gently. Soon, Luke was laughing and moaning as Ryan did amazing things to Luke's body, and he loved every minute of it. Twenty fun and passion filled minutes later, Ryan and Luke laid there, panting, grinning, and holding each other in their arms. Ryan was stroking Luke's soft hair, sweeping his hair to one side of his face, and Luke was stroking his chest, rubbing his hands over Ryan's abs just like they were a washboard.
"I missed you, so much." Ryan panted, grinning like a madman. His normally neat hair was tousled, and he had a wild look in his eyes, and he looked hungry for more. Luke smiled, and kissed him on the cheek, and began moving his mouth down to his neck, and at the same time running his hand down his chest, and final reaching the butt. Ryan smiled happily, moaning with pleasure as Luke rubbed his butt, and then moved back up to his chest.
"I missed you too." Luke grinned. He slowly flipped Ryan over onto his stomach, which he would never be able to do on his own, so Ryan helped with the process. He grabbed a bottle of lotion, and he began to massage his back. "I missed everything about you. I missed your soft hair. I missed your smooth skin, I missed your bright eyes." He began to massage his shoulders. "But most of all, I missed your smile." Ryan mumbled something, but his face was in the pillow, so he couldn't understand what he was saying. "What was that?" Luke flipped Ryan over, and then began to massage his stomach and his legs. Ryan giggled as Luke tickled his feet playfully. Ryan had to take a couple of breaths before he could respond again.
"Do you really like my smile?" he asked happily, his face flushed. Luke nodded with a huge grin on his face, continuing to massage his legs, slowly working out all of the knots. Ryan moaned happily when Luke nodded. "Gods, I love the way you nod." Luke grinned, his eyes filling with lust all over again. He felt it begin to grow again, this time only in the lower area, and he began to get excited all over again, and this time, he would not hold back against him. Luke leaned in close to Ryan.
"You do, do you?" he whispered sexily in his ear. Ryan nodded, still moaning with pleasure as Luke continued to massage his chest. "Well, I love everything about you." Luke growled, his voice full of lust and passion. Ryan cried out with delight as Luke suddenly pounced on him, starting their wonderful adventure all over again. "You better be quiet," Luke said, panting. "Or else the neighbors are going to hear you. I don't want to explain to Helen why you were shouting 'Giddy-up partner! Giddy-up!' That was hard then, and I don't want to do it again." Ryan laughed, and winked up at Luke.
"I will if you will." Ryan replied slyly. Luke nodded happily, and pounced again, and it was one of the best nights that they had ever had.
WOW! That was some intense fun those two had. If you have any suggestions, DM me, and let me know. Thanks you guys, and have fun! See you next time!