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"Yeah, BB...he has had it worse than the two of us...I am almost surprised he held it like he did in there with you...yeah it wasn't the same...but still similarities...He swears he didn't do anything...but I thought I heard the clerk say he actually tried to defuse the situation. Seeing you at gunpoint scared the hell out of me...I just reacted and called the cops. I don't know what was going through his head. "
"He's being too hard on himself, Ran. It all happened so fast. Shea begged the gunman to let me go but he refused. They recognized me and wanted to keep me so that they wouldn't be followed. What else could he have done? I had a gun pressed to my head. I know that you guys would have tried something if it would have done any good."
Randy looked down a moment. "I am not sure...I am only going on speculation...partly because I told him I didn't want to hear it." He sighed. "I think he was going to try to use part of his power on one of them."
John's eyes widened in shock. "You mean Shea can use his powers against people? What is he a wizard?"
"John, you know more about his powers then I do..."
"Ye two know I can hear ye? Ye didn't even le-leave the room." Sheamus spoke still sounding weak. John jumped up hearing Shea's voice and rushed over to his side with worry in his blue eyes. "I'm sorry, Sweets. I was just filling Randy in on what happened. Are you feeling any better?"
"Aye...Angel..." Sheamus opened his eyes to try to look; they were still faintly glassy fighting to focus on him. "To-told ye before wa-water tis a good cleanser..." He gave a weak sigh, closing his eyes again because having them open made his head spin slightly. "So-sorry I wo-worried ye both..."
"It's ok, but we want to do what we can to help you feel better and not have it happen again. Do you know the recipe for that tea you need?"
"Nay exact...co-could tell ye most items...but not amounts..."
"Damn...but you have some in your suitcase back at John's?"
"Aye..."
"OK...you sure you will be ok until then?"
"Aye...ju-just tired...as...as long as...as long as there is no...more unforeseen events it should be fine...I will just try to stay focused on meself..."
"Good. You need to, Sweets. You worry so much about us and never about yourself." John answered firmly.
"I didn't think...my shields would of been weakened again after only a couple months...ma-maybe my version of the tea is not as st-strong as my aunts."
"Well you make the stuff we will make sure you drink it every day if you need to. We can't have you hurting yourself because you can't control it." Randy told him.
"Ye also worried I may loose control and hurt one of ye."
"That is not the main reason...but I will be honest...yes. Even if you don't want to if you have no control how can you stop it?"
"Fair enough question. My mind wandered wh-when I was washing John...that is all. I am sorry."
John hung his head, not being able to help feeling guilty. "I'm so sorry, Master. I knew that you washing me could bring back flashbacks for you...but I was being selfish. I just craved your comfort even at your own expense. I'm sorry."
"Remember, Angel...I offered...Um...thi-think one of ye can drain some of the water and make it warmer?"
"Yeah sure thing." Randy moved over to reach in the tub to begin to let some of the water out. "You sure you won't become a prune?"
"Trust me the water will help. I can deal with the pruning."
"Just as long as you don't start looking like an old man."
"Ha ha, Fella..." Randy locked the stopper in place before turning the water on a very warm flow to mix with the cooled water still in the tub itself.
"I just hate ye both are scared...wither it be scared of me...or scared of hurting me..."
"Stop that!" Randy snapped as he stepped back from the tub as it filled.
"So-sorry me senses so frayed...so raw...Damn, Angel...wh-when I saw th-them ta-taking ye..I...I feared I wo-wouldn't see you again..." Tears pushed past closed eyes.
"In all honesty that thought crossed my mind too, Shea. When they were dragging me out, I looked at your face and wondered if it would be the last time. If I would never get the chance to tell you or Randy goodbye." John swallowed hard. "Sweets...Randy said that you tried to use your powers to save me...Can you do that? Instead of healing use your gift to hurt other people? Or weaken them?"
"Aye...at le-least we-weaken...bu-but I guess by the time I re-reacted ye were to far away...I ne-never pu-pushed ho-how far I can alter energy. I could feel yer fear...the panic...I was hoping since I could still feel ye I co-could maybe effect one of them...As for hurt...maybe...re-remember I cu-caused injury to meself the one time from a dream...so possible I could so-someone else I guess. I know I promised never to use me gifts on someone without consent...bu-but surly that was an...acceptable exception."
"I don't blame you, Sweets. I would do anything in my power to stop anyone that threatened to hurt either one of you. I'd rip them apart with my bare hands if I had to." John choked up a little. "I lost my collar, Master. My dog tags. I told Randy...those SOBs stole them from me." Sheamus slowly moved, opening his eyes to reach and shut the water off. He hated that Randy once again was scared of him. Worried he would harm them even by accident. He then slowly moved to lean back in the tub again closing his eyes lightly. He tried to block the sadness he was feeling, but he knew some how John was in tune to him at times.
"Angel...we will get the set replaced...remember what I have told ye before...a physical collar tis just that...physical...the collar of ownership...tis something that wraps and guards the heart...tis a hold on the souls of Master and sub...Do ye understand?"
"Yes, Sir, I understand. It just hurt to have something so precious just ripped away from me by force. I know I will always be your sub at heart." John tried to smile, wanting his Master to not feel any sadness from him.
"I understand, Angel. Trust me, I do...we will figure something out...somewhere we will get them replaced. I know it will never be exactly the same."
"Think you can eat?" Randy asked Sheamus.
"Aye...wh-whatever ye wish to get for me tis fine Randy?"
"What about you, John...these places sometimes don't have room service...but maybe there are menus in one of the drawers?" He started to look, checking the desk that was in that section of the room.
John felt his stomach growl at the thought of food. "I'm feeling pretty hungry, Babe. Anything you want to order is fine by me. I would like something cold to drink. I never did get that water I wanted."
"Ok, I'll see what I can find...that or call the front desk to see if they have any down there." He went to check the main room. "Damn, I'll be back." Before he could get confirmation he was already out the door.
"I hate that he feels so guarded around me, Angel." Sheamus slowly opened his eyes again, this time they stayed open.
"I know you do, Baby, but that's Ran for you. Hell, we were best friends for years and he was still guarded around me at times and I didn't even have amazing Superman powers." John teased, trying to lighten the heavy mood in the room.
"Tis just one reason I hate them..." Sheamus shifted a little in the water, bringing his knees to his chest; he rested his hands on top of his knees then his jaw on his hands. John knelt down beside the tub to look his love straight in the face.
"Look at me, Sweets. Do you feel even one ounce of fear from me? Do you?"
He lifted his head turning to look at John. "Nay...nay Angel...but what if to a point I share his worry...worry I may lose control...I hate that I may need to drink the tea like a medication, just so I know ye two will stay safe. I would think practicing would of made it stronger not weaker."
"I guess I'm just confused, Shea. What do you mean by stay safe? What could happen to us?" John asked, his voice questioning.
"Like before...before I knew I was loosing control...aye it was when we were intimate...but I knocked ye out a few times. Ye ever think what could happen if too much energy was drawn from one source? When it is turned on...if I don't have a handle on it...who knows. Re-remember ye started to feel suddenly tired in the shower...Trust me I hope I never loose so much control to really hurt anyone. That doesn't mean the threat may not exists. I don't know the full extent." John thought it over a minute but no real concern filled his heart.
"Shea, the day I took you as my Master I trusted you and gave you complete control of me, my body, my mind and my soul. It takes a lot of trust to give that much power to another. I'm not worried about my well being for one second with you. You are my protector, my lover, not my destroyer. Let Ran think what he wants."
"Thank ye, Angel...and I shall try not to give ye cause to think otherwise. Grab me a towel if ye please..." Sheamus looked at John with a faint smirk. "Yer concern is so touching, Angel...have ye even noticed ye never even wrapped a towel around yerself?"
"Oh." John blushed a little, looking down. "I was going to put on the gym shorts you brought me. I guess being naked around you and Ran has become second nature to me by now." He smiled. "One of you is always ripping off my clothes anyway."
"Ye look so cute when yer boyish side peeks out. As for ripping yer clothing off...ye know ye enjoy it."
John smiled and went to retrieve his gym shorts. "You know me so well, Sweets." Sheamus pursed his lips as John came back in, throwing the shorts on. "Ye have a short memory it seems, Angel…"
Randy walked back in. "We have the normal choices of pizza place or Chinese."
"Chinese...see if they have green tea." Sheamus suggested.
"Short memory, Master?" John noticed an almost annoyed expression on Sheamus' face.
"I requested a towel so I could get out." Randy wasn't sure if he should be amused or annoyed that John seemed to not even notice he had returned.
"Of course, Master. Forgive me." John almost stumbled in his hurry to get a towel for his Irish Master. He returned seconds later from the bathroom and handed Sheamus the white hotel towel. Sheamus stood up, taking the towel before stepping out and wrapping it around his waist.
"So how many lashes does he get for not listening?" Randy asked with a sinister smirk.
Hearing Randy for the first time, John shot him a glare but stayed quiet, his heart pounding in excitement at the thought of being punished. "Hmmm" Sheamus was debating. He knew to John the idea of getting lashed or spanked was far from a punishment...and maybe it would help lighten the mood of everyone. "Hmm Hun...ye think he should get a bare butt spanking...or lashed with a belt? I remember him wearing one in his dress pants." He cocked his head, trying to see if he could feel which idea excited John more. John felt his cock twitch at the idea of being spanked with his own belt. It just seemed so kinky and sexy to him. He tried to keep his body language submissive and regretful, but his hint of dimples gave his true feelings away.
"Well I personally love feeling flesh on flesh...but you are the one that will be giving the punishment. Both are fitting...so what do you think?" Randy told Sheamus.
"Angel...I know ye just put them on...but strip yer shorts off. Walk to the couch, I want yer hands on the back, kneel on the cushion and stick yer ass out nice and far."
"Yes, Sir." John stripped off his shorts, letting them fall to the ground. He walked over to the couch and got into the ordered position, kneeling on the cushions with his hands resting on the back and his ass out. Sheamus made his way back to the bathroom and pulled the leather belt from the dress pants. He tried to calm the racing of his heart seeing the dried blood that coated the inside of them.
Once the belt was removed, he quickly pushed them aside in a pile and walked back toward John. "We will start with four...it may go up." He folded the belt in half and snapped the leather together. "I want ye to count...and ask for another like a good sub...if it becomes too much I want ye to say so."
"Y-Yes, Master. I understand." There was just something so intimidating about Sheamus when the big man grew dominant and sure of himself. It made John melt inside. Sheamus lifted the belt and gave the first strike not too heavy to judge the reaction. Yes, he knew John was healed, but none of them knew to the extent.
John jumped and felt heat rush to his cock at the first blow dealt him. Being punished by his Master was one of the things John had so longed for and was finally receiving. "ONE!" John called out. "May I have another, Master?" Sheamus hit the other cheek with a little more force; he then had to pause. He took a shaky breath, walking over toward Randy, They exchanged a few words between them out of John's earshot. Randy lightly rested a understanding hand on his shoulder. John heard nothing of their exchange. The second blow had hurt worse than the first but there was still some pleasure behind it. "TWO!" He said obediently. "Can I have another, Master?"
"One moment, Angel." Sheamus answered him.
Randy walked over to John. "Follow me a moment, Baby." He put an arm on John's arm. "Don't worry you will get the rest of your punishment in a few moments." John looked at Randy in confusion as he followed him, wondering what was going on. Randy lead John back to the bathroom. "I am just going to clean you better for your Master. You ok with that, Baby?"
John's face turned beet red in embarrassment. "Is that why he stopped, Daddy? Am I...dirty?"
