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A/N: This chapter contains sex, after-math of off-screen torture and major character death. Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed. Enjoy.


Locking the front door Johnny turned to activate the alarm system, relaxing a little when the small screen flashed 'alarm set.'

The moment he'd seen Biovolt's broadcast he'd called the airport to have their jets fueled and prepared to leave, working while Oliver and Enrique had stayed staring at the TV and their pictures on the screen.

He hadn't been surprised to find Robert was sending a team after him. After all, it had been his idea, both times; despite the fact his friends had done the best to dissuade him from taking Rei.

After bundling Oliver and Enrique into cabs he'd headed to the airport under his own steam, taking the longest, most circular route he could, keeping an eye in the rearview mirror the entire home. His parents had sent their own plane for him, along with an elite security team they kept on retainer for moments like this.

Johnny dropped his bag near the door to the parlour and headed for the study. He needed to get some stuff together and burn some incriminating papers before disappearing beneath Biovolt's radar. It would be difficult, but there had been rumours floating around for years that there were still pockets of resistance around the world, working together to bring about Biovolt's fall. He would go to them, use his money and other resources to help achieve their goal.

Flipping on the light as he entered the study he froze, the hairs on his arms and the nape of his neck prickling. Something wasn't right.

He glanced around the room. Nothing was out of place and the guards had reported at the front gate that they'd done a through sweep of the grounds before he'd arrived and found nothing to worry about.

"Your security is a bunch of fucking idiots and pathetic McGregor. I suppose it's only fitting since you're their boss. You didn't even know it was my men at the gate."

The voice, deep, feral, and frighteningly familiar sent a bolt of fear through Johnny freezing him in place.

Bryan stepped out of his hiding in place in the shadows of a massive bookcase. "But then, I've known for a long time you were an idiot. I warned you once not to do anything funny again, and then I have to carry Rei, cationic, out of your hotel room while my partner keeps his cousin from ripping your throat out with his bare hands. Not smart at all."

Swallowing hard Johnny watched as Bryan stalked close, eyes dropping to the gun on the Russian's thigh. "What did you do to my guards?"

"Alive, but incapacitated, though several of them are never going to walk again." Bryan glanced at his watch with a smirk. "By now I'm sure Oliver has been picked up in Paris. I wonder how he'll fare in Biovolt captivity."

Snarling Johnny lunged forward, arms outstretched so he could wrap his hands around Bryan's neck and squeeze the life from him, for daring to even say Oliver's name. It didn't matter that Bryan was bigger and stronger than him. He'd threatened his lover and that was enough.

Bryan caught Johnny's left arm and using his momentum jammed him against a wall, arm torqued behind his back at an uncomfortable angle.

Johnny jerked against Bryan's grip, ignoring the pain lancing up his arm. "Let go of me you fucking bastard and fight fair."

Smirking Bryan tightened his grip on Johnny's arm, twisting just to the point of breaking, holding it until the Scot yelped in pain. "For starters, my parents were married, so bastard isn't the insult you want it to be. And why should I play fair when you didn't. Was it fair when you drugged Robert? When you forced Rei from his home at gun point?"

Johnny bucked against Bryan. "I'm surprised you can even say the word. Is it fair that you and Biovolt took the world from the population without consent?"

"Spoken as one who refuses to actually see all the good we've done. And I've never played fair Johnny."

Something nudged the back of his leg and it took Johnny a second to remember the gun that had been on Bryan's thigh. "No."

Bryan pinned Johnny harder against the wall, leaning in until his mouth was inches from the Scot's ear. "Funny, you beg for mercy from the one person who has none."

The sound of the gunshot echoed through the study and Bryan stepped back, face set in a stony mask as he watched Johnny drop to the floor, hands scrambling to put pressure on the wound in his upper thigh.

"Fucker! Happy you got your revenge?" Johnny bit his cheek against the pain racing up this leg.

Smirking Bryan dropped to his knees next to Johnny, batting the man's hands away from the wound, as he jammed his thumb against the spot. His smirk widened when Johnny yelped in pain, bloody hands trying to shove him away. Withdrawing the knife from his boot Bryan leaned in.

"Oh, I haven't gotten my revenge yet Johnny. This is just me getting some fun in before I haul you back to Germany."


The door leading into the cells where they were being kept open and Oliver jumped to his feet, watching as two Biovolt guards, dragging Johnny between them came in. They opened the door of the cell next to them and tossed the Scot in, ignoring his groan of pain as they locked the cell and disappeared.

Bounding to the bars Oliver gasped as he got a better look at his lover. A bloody piece of fabric was wrapped around his right leg. His shirt was ripped, showing three perfectly parallel, deep cuts that ran from his left shoulder to right hip and the fingers of his right hand were swollen and twisted.

Swallowing hard against the nausea swamping him Oliver reached through the bars, fingers just barely touching Johnny's shoulder. "Johnny, can you hear me?"

There was a moment of silence followed by a groan from Johnny. Pale eyes flickered open and Johnny groaned again. "Fuck me. I was hoping this was a nightmare."

Eddy, in the cell across from Johnny, pressed up against the bars in an attempt to get a better look at the Scot. "What happened to you dude?"

Johnny slowly sat up, wrecked hand held tight against his stomach. "Not what, who. Bryan. Said it was fun before he dragged me here. Where is here?"

Enrique rubbed at his face. "Stratholm."

Max looked up from where he'd been picking at the cuff of his jeans. "Where?"

"The ancestral Jurgen home. Hate to think of how much he spent getting these cells updated." Groaning Johnny slowly sat up before moving over to lean back against the wall near the bars his cell shared with Oliver and Enrique's. "I swear if I get out of here even mostly intact I'm going to beat that Russian black and blue."

Rubbing Johnny's shoulder Oliver shook his head. "Don't Johnny. You saw his file. He's black ops trained."

Johnny snorted. "I don't fucking care. I'm not letting that bastard get away with doing this to me." He looked around at the others. "Anyone know what they're going to do to us?"

Emily shivered as she stared at the blood stained cloth on Johnny's leg. "Based on what Bryan did to you, nothing good."

Grimacing Johnny touched his thigh. "Oh, this is just Bryan being pissed that I stole his boy toy from him. I doubt you'll have that psycho fucker on you sticking his fingers in your leg."

Steven, looking a little green swallowed hard. "I hope not. Could you cover your leg man? I've never been good with blood."

Oliver unwound his scarf and handed it through the bars to his lover. He watched as Johnny draped it over his leg, hiding the bandage though it did nothing to hide the dried blood streaking his pants.

The covering of Johnny's wound seemed to signal the end of being social as everyone drifted back to the corners of their cells furthest from where the three Majestics were being held.

And Oliver did his best to ignore the dirty looks being sent Johnny's way as he held his lover's hand.


"You know what Voltaire would have you do."

Robert took another drink of the vodka before handing the bottle back to Kai. "I know, but unlike him, I don't think utter destruction is the answer and right now, as he's dealing with some other issues, you and I are Biovolt. You agree with my decision?"

Kai drank again before putting the lid back on the bottle. "You know I do Robert. I always have and always will."

"Good. Tomorrow I will have the matter dealt with. "


Oliver gently rubbed his fingers over the back of Johnny's hand, gaze drawn to the other one, the unhealthy size and colour of the fingers and knew that if his lover didn't get some kind of medical help soon there was a distinct possibility he would lose his hand.

Kevin perked up from where he'd been napping, slumped against Gary, eyes going to the door. "Someone is coming."

Everyone started shifting and exchanging looks, sharing the same thought even though no one ever voiced it. Food. They hadn't seen anyone after the guards that had brought Johnny in and more than once the silence of the evening and morning had been broken by someone's growling stomach.

With a creak the door swung open to reveal Robert, cold and distant, hands clasped behind his back. He stepped into the room, eyes swinging over his gathered captives. "I'm glad to see you all arrived unharmed."

Ignoring the way Johnny's hand tightened on his Oliver jerked to his feet and crossed to the bars. "What do you mean unharmed? Johnny's got a bullet wound in his leg, a broken hand and the cuts on his chest are already infected."

"I'm well aware of Jonathon's wounds Oliver. They were inflicted on my order."

Oliver stumbled back from the bars, breathe coming in short, sharp pants as he stared at Robert, hoping desperately he'd simply hallucinated what the older man had said. As the youngest on their team he'd always looked towards Robert as an older sibling and had relied on him to keep Johnny and Enrique's teasing to a minimum.

To hear Robert say so casually that he had ordered a brutal attack on Johnny was incomprehensible.

Ignoring his sudden trembling Oliver moved forward. "Why Robert?"

"Because his rash behaviour is a liability to everyone. My brief captivity was not an issue but by taking Rei he endangered not only Kai's life but Rei's sanity as well. Johnny was warned once and chose to ignore it for his own selfish reasons."

Gaze sweeping over the other cells Robert looked at Johnny who was glaring at him, resentment twisting his face. "Tomorrow you will all be released and allowed to return to your homes." He paused for a moment, smiling at the excitement that was suddenly almost palpable in the air. "After Jonathan's execution."

Oliver lunged at the bars, hands curling around them. "Please Robert no." Taking a breath he reached out with one hand, hoping to appeal to whatever little bit of the Robert he remembered might still exist. "As a friend, please don't."

Something in the plaintive tone of Oliver's voice seemed to reach Robert. He relaxed and his face softened. "It's as a friend I'm allowing you to travel with his body. Were Voltaire here he would require Johnny's head on a pike in front of Biovolt as a reminder to those who would dare cross us. However, as he is currently indisposed I will grant you this one last request, to save your lover from the ignominy of letting the whole world see his shame."

Robert shifted his attention to the others. "Know now, that should any of you think to do something like this again, Biovolt will not be so lenient. Should any of you seek to follow in Johnny's ill-advised plan, every one of you will suffer the same fate. And there will be no contact with anyone outside of your teams. We will be monitoring your messages."

Teeth gritted against the searing pain racing against his body Johnny managed to get to his feet. He staggered towards the bars and grabbed them, sneering at Robert. "Not going to stay and watch your minions kill me?"

Robert aimed an arch look to the Scot. "Why should it matter Johnny? You're nothing more than another nameless face to Biovolt."


Standing at the windows of the great room looking down over the courtyard of the castle Robert watched as his guards oversaw the loading of Johnny's coffin into the hearse that would take all three of his teammates to the airport and their respective homes. Hands slid up his back to rest on his shoulders and he leaned back against Bryan.

"You've always had a soft spot for Oliver."

Sighing Robert rested a hand on the glass. "A weakness."

Bryan squeezed his partner's shoulders. "Only to Voltaire and Boris. A mere eccentricity to the rest of us. Our opinion is all that matters."

"Yes, but have I created a greater threat? Would it simply have been better to liquidate them all?"

Shaking his head at Robert's words Bryan pressed a kiss to his lover's temple. "No. Oliver, even now when he hates you the most, won't do anything to risk the lives of the others. He isn't selfish like Johnny."

Robert pushed back against his lover's hold and he took the hint, hands dropping as he stepped back. He rounded on his lover, one finger resting over Bryan's heart. "And am I selfish to take another's lover from them because they threatened one of the two people most important to me?"

Following his partner's thoughts but not quite understanding because Robert was the single most important thing in his life Bryan angled his lover back towards the wall near the window, pinning him in place with a hand on either side of his head and a thigh wedged between his legs.

"You aren't selfish. You did what you had to do, what you were bred to do."

He didn't give his lover a chance to answer, dropping his head to claim Robert's mouth in a deep kiss. He slid his hands from the wall to curl into the heavy warmth of his lover's hair, canting his head back to keep the kiss going.

Robert was docile under him for a moment before hands tugged at his shirt, a frustrated sound echoing in his mouth when Robert couldn't get the fabric to cooperate. Pulling away only long enough to get a breath Bryan bit at Robert's lower lip as he caught the hem of his shirt and ripped it upwards, the cotton parting easily under his hands.

Shrugging out of the shreds of his shirt he unfastened Robert's belt and undid the zipper, tugging the dark shirt free. He licked into his lover's mouth as he undid the small buttons on the shirt before shoving it off.

Hands rested on his back, pushing at the largest of the scars there before sliding lower to grab his hips, jerking him off balance and forward. He thrust against Robert's hip, panting at the friction and burning need, even as his lover's erection ground against his thigh.

They scrambled to get pants off, though his only made it to mid-thigh before Robert was pressing against him, completely naked as a tube of lube was thrust into his hand before arms snaked around his neck.

Smearing some on his fingers he grabbed his lover's leg and hooked it over his hip, leaving the lean body open and wanting. He curved his hand over hard muscle, dipping inward and he thrust two fingers into Robert, smirking at the bitten off moan and full body shiver the action got him.

He knew well what Robert wanted sometimes and he was more than willing to give his lover what he wanted, as he always had been. Pressing further he found the other man's prostate and started working it with single minded dedication, riding Robert's bucks and thrusts with ease.

It was until Robert was trembling and on the edge of coming that he relented, pulling his fingers out before sliding three back in, pressing hard.

"Fuck!" Robert's voice was harsh as he came, body clenching hard, semen painting their chests where they were pressed together.

Kissing Robert's jaw Bryan slowly withdrew his fingers, hand moving up to stroke the tense thigh arched over his hip.

As the tremors ceased he moved to pull back but was stopped as the arms around his neck tightened. "No."

He gave up trying to get away. It was going to be one of those nights, when Robert wanted nothing more than to be fucked until he couldn't move or think, just drifted to sleep.

Shifting his stance as much as he could with his pants still around his thighs, he dragged his other hand down the back of Robert's thigh. He tugged a little and the leg locked around his hip as Robert pulled himself up. Licking at the tattoo of Falborg on pale skin he shifted a little to put his lover's back against the tapestry covered wall.

Despite the fact Robert was only four inches shorter than him he was whipcord lean and supporting his weight was easy. Gliding one hand back he guided the head of his cock to tease the slick entrance. Robert shifted in his arms and then warm heat engulfed him.

Panting he rested his forehead against Robert's chest for a moment before thrusting, finding an easy rhythm. Nimble fingers combed through his hair, muscles clenching around his cock on every thrust. He shifted, pressing Robert a little harder into the wall and his lover gasped, manhood hardening between them.

Robert reached his climax first, despite having already come once, his stamina no match for one genetically modified and military trained.

Bryan's release slammed through him and he didn't move until the last tremor had skittered through his body. Pressing a kiss to Robert's throat he slowly unwrapped his lover's legs from around him and for just a moment Robert clung to him before settling back on his feet.

Before Robert could back up Bryan cupped his face with one hand. "Good?"

Robert nodded, the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. "Good."

A simple word with so much meaning for the two of them.