Revenge: Part 1
Pairings: Wait and find out. : P
Rating: R Violence, lime
PS: Please tell me what you think.
On a thin mattress on a hard bed, Jim groaned himself awake. His eyes fluttered open, and he stared at a military gray ceiling. With a groan he lifted himself up on his shoulders, and collapsed as a wave of nausea hit him. He covered his eyes with his hand hoping it would pass.
Jim tried to remember what happened. All that came back was searching for data on Ron MacDougle's cybernetic upgrades, and the rest was fuzz.
Footsteps traveled toward the room from the hallway. Once again Jim attempted to sit up, but another wave of nausea smacked him down.
"Don't try to get up if it makes you sick." A voice suddenly commanded. "I don't want to have to clean it up."
Jim slowly turned his head in the direction of the voice, biting off the pain of his throbbing head and his stomach flopping around. He opened his eyes to look at the figure in the dim light.
Immediately he knew that he did not know the person in front of him. The person was too slim and feminine to be Gene, but to masculine to be any of the girls. As the strange walked closer, Jim decided it was a male.
The man walked over to Jim, and knelt at his side. Jim stared directly into hauntingly violet eyes. "Take this." The eyes' owner instructed, offering a pill.
Jim's eyes narrowed as if trying to remember something. "Why?" Jim asked, instinctively not trusting the guy.
The man sighed, "Because you've suffered a concussion, and this will help you heal faster."
"Who are you, and how did I get a concussion?" Jim asked warily.
Annoyance crossed over the mans face, as he answered, "I can't answer the first question yet, and as for the concussion I gave it to you."
Jim frowned attempting to process the information while his head rang loudly. "So you're telling me to take a pill, given to me by you, who I don't know and knocked me out." Jim deducted out loud.
"If you don't take it willingly I will have to force it down, which wont be pleasant for either of us." The man told Jim coldly.
Jim new that with his head pounding, and that he couldn't sit up without feeling like pucking, that physical resistance would be pointless. Disgusted Jim held out his hand, and received the pill. Jim tossed it in the back of his mouth, and his captor handed him a small paper cup of water. Jim sat up half way, and downed the water and the pill. Promptly he collapsed, and his world spun rapidly. He then slipped into unconsciousness.
The man picked up the cup, and left the room.
*_*_*
Ron lay in bed throwing darts at a picture of Gene, when the door opened. "How is our guest?" Ron asked, looking away from his game.
"What do you mean?" The man asked with a puzzled expression. "He has a concussion." Then he added as an after thought. "He was confused and some what resistant, if that's what you're asking."
Ron creased his forehead in thought, and then said, "Resistance is to be expected. After all he has lived with HIM," Ron punctuated him buy throwing his last dart, and it hit between Gene's eyes. "Most of his life." Ron finished.
The violet eyed man leaned on the doorframe, and then asked curiously. "What are you going to do with the boy?"
Ron's eye's narrowed, and flooded with hatred and sadistic glee. "I will hurt the boy." Ron began, and a cruel smile played on his lips. "I will make him feel immense pain, and show it to Starwind. Starwind will then know what it is like to see a loved one in pain. And when the boy is broken, I will return him to in peaces. That will be my revenge for your pain and death."
Ron's companion looked at him with a loss of what to say. In his heart it felt wrong, but instead of pressing it he changed the subject to a more pleasant one.
"Ron." He called softly and seductively. Ron turned his head just in time to see his lover's shirt fall to the floor. "Let's forget this revenge business and concentrate on play." Ron's companion told him, violet eyes shining in the dim light. He licked his finger, and trailed it sensually down his torso. It stopped at his pants, and played with the pants' button before opening it.
Ron watched fixatedly at his lover, as his lover slowly unzipped his own pants. He then strolled to Ron hips swaying, and sat next to Ron. Ron laced his hand into the long thick hair, and undid the violet ribbon holding it in place. Aqua marine locks fell framing violet eyes. Then Ron said, "I love you Harry." And pulled Harry MacDougle into a heated kiss.
The Harry being dead and not being dead thing will be explained LATER in the story.
Pairings: Wait and find out. : P
Rating: R Violence, lime
PS: Please tell me what you think.
On a thin mattress on a hard bed, Jim groaned himself awake. His eyes fluttered open, and he stared at a military gray ceiling. With a groan he lifted himself up on his shoulders, and collapsed as a wave of nausea hit him. He covered his eyes with his hand hoping it would pass.
Jim tried to remember what happened. All that came back was searching for data on Ron MacDougle's cybernetic upgrades, and the rest was fuzz.
Footsteps traveled toward the room from the hallway. Once again Jim attempted to sit up, but another wave of nausea smacked him down.
"Don't try to get up if it makes you sick." A voice suddenly commanded. "I don't want to have to clean it up."
Jim slowly turned his head in the direction of the voice, biting off the pain of his throbbing head and his stomach flopping around. He opened his eyes to look at the figure in the dim light.
Immediately he knew that he did not know the person in front of him. The person was too slim and feminine to be Gene, but to masculine to be any of the girls. As the strange walked closer, Jim decided it was a male.
The man walked over to Jim, and knelt at his side. Jim stared directly into hauntingly violet eyes. "Take this." The eyes' owner instructed, offering a pill.
Jim's eyes narrowed as if trying to remember something. "Why?" Jim asked, instinctively not trusting the guy.
The man sighed, "Because you've suffered a concussion, and this will help you heal faster."
"Who are you, and how did I get a concussion?" Jim asked warily.
Annoyance crossed over the mans face, as he answered, "I can't answer the first question yet, and as for the concussion I gave it to you."
Jim frowned attempting to process the information while his head rang loudly. "So you're telling me to take a pill, given to me by you, who I don't know and knocked me out." Jim deducted out loud.
"If you don't take it willingly I will have to force it down, which wont be pleasant for either of us." The man told Jim coldly.
Jim new that with his head pounding, and that he couldn't sit up without feeling like pucking, that physical resistance would be pointless. Disgusted Jim held out his hand, and received the pill. Jim tossed it in the back of his mouth, and his captor handed him a small paper cup of water. Jim sat up half way, and downed the water and the pill. Promptly he collapsed, and his world spun rapidly. He then slipped into unconsciousness.
The man picked up the cup, and left the room.
*_*_*
Ron lay in bed throwing darts at a picture of Gene, when the door opened. "How is our guest?" Ron asked, looking away from his game.
"What do you mean?" The man asked with a puzzled expression. "He has a concussion." Then he added as an after thought. "He was confused and some what resistant, if that's what you're asking."
Ron creased his forehead in thought, and then said, "Resistance is to be expected. After all he has lived with HIM," Ron punctuated him buy throwing his last dart, and it hit between Gene's eyes. "Most of his life." Ron finished.
The violet eyed man leaned on the doorframe, and then asked curiously. "What are you going to do with the boy?"
Ron's eye's narrowed, and flooded with hatred and sadistic glee. "I will hurt the boy." Ron began, and a cruel smile played on his lips. "I will make him feel immense pain, and show it to Starwind. Starwind will then know what it is like to see a loved one in pain. And when the boy is broken, I will return him to in peaces. That will be my revenge for your pain and death."
Ron's companion looked at him with a loss of what to say. In his heart it felt wrong, but instead of pressing it he changed the subject to a more pleasant one.
"Ron." He called softly and seductively. Ron turned his head just in time to see his lover's shirt fall to the floor. "Let's forget this revenge business and concentrate on play." Ron's companion told him, violet eyes shining in the dim light. He licked his finger, and trailed it sensually down his torso. It stopped at his pants, and played with the pants' button before opening it.
Ron watched fixatedly at his lover, as his lover slowly unzipped his own pants. He then strolled to Ron hips swaying, and sat next to Ron. Ron laced his hand into the long thick hair, and undid the violet ribbon holding it in place. Aqua marine locks fell framing violet eyes. Then Ron said, "I love you Harry." And pulled Harry MacDougle into a heated kiss.
The Harry being dead and not being dead thing will be explained LATER in the story.