Chapter 65

By the time Mark got home, it was a bit later than he had anticipated. He had warded the Reigns' house and then gone over to the Ambrose's. That was actually both easier and harder. Easier, because he could actually go inside, visit with them, check in. He knew them. That also meant he could ward them properly, more securely. It was harder because… Mark knew them and he could smell tears, that bothered him. When he walked through his own front door, he felt tired, weary. He wasn't surprised, however, by the sight of Brooklynn on the couch, waiting for him.

She looked back at him, nursing a beer and stood up from the couch, relief coursing through her eyes at the sight of him. Taking his hand, not a word was spoken between them as she guided Mark upstairs to their room, shutting the door behind her. He looked so exhausted, it broke her heart, but she also knew he had to exert a lot of energy to ward both families. Pushing the shirt up over his head, Mark simply lifted his arms and her hands caressed his chest for a minute before pushing him back gently to land on the bed. Mark allowed her to do it or he wasn't moving since he was a lot bigger than her. She removed each of his boots and socks, finally moving to his jeans. They looked very uncomfortable as she unsnapped and pulled them down his long, muscular legs, leaving him stark naked in front of her. She stood between his legs, softly kissing him and rubbed her nose against his.

"Lay on your stomach." Brooklynn requested, stroking his face tenderly and saw the questions in his weary eyes, kissing him again. "Trust me."

"Woman," Mark drawled, sounding both tired and amused. "If you try peggin' me, it'll be the last thing you do, and no spirit whisperer is going to pull you back from where I send you."

He doubted she'd ever go for his backside, but… just in case, from time to time, Lynn needed a warning. Laying out on his stomach, Mark folded his arms and rested his head on them, letting out a yawn as his eyes drift shut. Warding both those houses and the respective property… much easier doing it at home, where he had access to blood to control the magic's boundaries. Brooklynn popped him on the back of the head, scoffing and shook her head with a roll of her eyes.

"You are an ass. I'm trying to take care of you and you're afraid I'm going for your ass. As delicious as it is, I'm not interested in sodomizing you, Deadman."

She smirked at his growl and straddled the middle of his back, beginning to work the kinks out of his body, starting with his shoulders. When they got back together, Mark asked her what she wanted and Brooklynn had told him. She wanted to take care of him after a long day of work and, as far as she was concerned, exerting all that magical power to ward two properties WAS work. Brooklynn had changed into a black spaghetti strapped nightgown and had silk panties on beneath, no bra, and pressed soft kisses to his shoulder blades while working the massage up his arms.

"Mmmhmm, you say that now, darlin'." He drawled, feeling his body starting to relax under her skilled fingers and hands. "Anything happen while I was gone?"

Mark figured nothing major or else they wouldn't be here and she wouldn't be doing this right now. Claira was probably in her room; he hadn't seen her when he came in. He didn't blame her, seeing a dead friend, knowing it was probably something to do with Seth. If he could have spared her this pain, he would've.

"Roman returned and I let Claira handle it, let her talk to him and she managed to keep him grounded. Afterward, she was upset, and I talked to her about our gift, and I think she's finally starting to understand why I've done it for so long. I don't know if it'll last, but it's a step and I know she wants to help him any way she can." Brooklynn kept her voice low and soft, moving further down to do his neck and back, massaging all the tension out of his body. She loved how relaxed he was, kissing her way down while never stopping kneading his muscles. "Other than that, I worried about you, naturally, and I'm glad you're home now with me."

"Mmm, me too, darlin'. Something's feeling weird at the Ambrose's… I think warding them was the right thing to do, and just in the nick of time." If this was related to Seth and Claira, then there was no doubt in his mind Dean was a target. "They're keeping him home this weekend…" After that, the boy was going to be a walking target. "I'm going to recruit Claira into helping me make him a talisman to wear." He was glad Claira hadn't freaked out or backed away from the spirit thing. She hadn't taken to it due to a bad experience, so this was a definite step up.

"I know they can't keep him under lock and key, so that's a good idea." She moved even lower, now straddling his thighs and massaged his lower back, which made him really groan out. There were some really tight muscles, which meant he had used them more than others. "What about the Reigns household? Was there any weird energy coming from them?"

When he shook his head, Brooklynn sighed with relief and knew Roman was probably there now. More than likely, he would stay away until tomorrow. Cupping his cheeks, she kneaded them next, already planning on giving him a full body massage and smirked when he tensed.

"What is with you and thinking I'm gonna sodomize you or go after your ass? I've never done it before, so why would I now? Geez, relax already and enjoy your woman pampering you."

There was a legitimate answer to that question. Mark knew Taker had been a sexual deviant and now that it wasn't Mark/Taker, just him, it was HIM who had been a sexual deviant. During that year apart, the few times he had gone out to scratch an itch… well, he had learned that women today were a lot different from two decades ago. That was why he knew what pegging was. Also, the first time he had co-cocked a bitch, legitimately.

"Just soothe your man and quit askin' questions."

Once Brooklynn finished with his legs and feet, not missing an inch of his body, she stood up twirling her finger to order him to turn on his back. Mark obliged and she straddled him, her silk panties rubbing against his semi-hard erection. Starting at his shoulders and arms, Brooklynn leaned forward to brush her lips against his and then proceeded to work on his chest, once again raining kisses along his skin. This was better, now he could watch his love slave massage and worship him. The arrogance on his face was plain for her to read, his eyes twinkling wickedly when she looked up at him.

"Why don't you strip, Lynn?" It wasn't really a suggestion. "And then climb back up here, darlin'." His eyebrows raised, the smirk widening as she contemplated his request.

"I'm keeping my panties on." She pushed him back down when he tried sitting upright, shaking her finger at him. "You're going to relax. You're going to let me massage every part of your body, without trying to sex me up, and THEN…maybe I'll let you have a little fun afterward." Brooklynn didn't take the reigns in the bedroom often, but tonight she was and the determination glowed in her molten gold eyes. Getting off him, she pulled the straps down and let the material float to the carpeted floor before she climbed back on top of him, kissing him hungrily. "Now, where was I? Oh yes…right about…here…"

She began kissing along his ribs and down the middle of his lower abdomen, massaging his hips, which had been somewhat bothering him lately. For now, Mark let her have control. That was really all it was, him letting her, giving her the illusion of it. They both knew he could and would overpower her when it suited him. Though… her going after his thighs, rubbing away the pain there, that had his head lulled back, eyes closed. At first, it hurt, her massage changing to something more stronger, digging in deep, and then… then it was soothing and he felt relief. His age, his height, and weight, all contributed to those aching joints.

His legs took some time due to how long, big and muscular they were and Brooklynn didn't rush through it. She could tell this was exactly what he needed. They had a war ahead of them and she wanted him as relaxed as possible before the others from the circle arrived tomorrow. Tonight, it was just them and she wanted him focused completely on that. She smiled, looking up at him because it looked like he had fallen asleep, only he wasn't snoring. That was the only sign she knew he was still awake. Removing her panties, Brooklynn climbed back up the length of his body and kissed him, her hand stroking his cock fully to life.

"Now, I'm going to ride you."

Nipping his bottom lip, Brooklynn lifted her lower half and sat up, her hands splayed on his chest as his cock filled her to capacity, her eyes closing now. A few seconds later, her hips began to roll. Just a hint of acid peeked through when he cracked his eyes open, watching her through hooded lids as she rose and fell on him, her beautiful breasts bouncing with each movement. Mark moved his hands down rest on her hips, not guiding her, just gently kneading and massaging, letting her control this dance for the moment. She looked like she was definitely enjoying herself, riding his cock, and he'd be lying if he didn't admit the view was spectacular.

Eventually, though, Mark's control snapped when she purposely slowed down to tease him. He bolted upright, smashing his mouth to hers and thrust in and out of her at an alarming rate. Brooklynn clung to him for dear life, meeting him for every thrust and felt her back meet the bed, his thrusts never ceasing. Lifting her leg to drape over his shoulder, Mark drove deeper, harder and deeper inside of her, hitting her sweet spot repeatedly, making her breathless.

"Oh, Mark! MARK!" She cried out, feeling his sheer power and relished in every second of it, never wanting this to end.

Mark tortured her, brushing against that spot, feeling her tightening, watching her body… and then he'd stop. He did it over and over, finally pulling away from her and leaned back. "On all fours, Lynn." He ordered, licking his lips when she scrambled to do as she was told, her beautiful backside swaying in his vision. Pulling a hand back, he began slapping each cheek until either side was a nice rosy red before positioning himself at her dripping entrance again. "Hold on, darlin'."

This time, he didn't tease and torment her, bringing them both to their ends. Brooklynn collapsed on the bed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, trying not to pass out from how intense that'd been. Mark was beside her, his arm draped lazily over her back and she smiled at him, leaning forward to softly kiss him.

"I love you. Get some sleep, big man." Yawning, Brooklynn was out like a light after he reciprocated those words and joined her soon after in a deep slumber.

Claira was up before either of her parents, hardly getting any asleep and made coffee, deciding a caffeine burst was in order. Roman hadn't come back through the night, but she knew he was lurking around, waiting to see if they found out who ended his life. She sighed heavily, stepping out in the backyard to watch the sun rise over the horizon and found an envelope on the nearby table. Frowning, Claira picked it up and saw her name on it, her curiosity burning. It was elegant handwriting…who had left this here? Was it from her parents? Unable to help herself, Claira opened it and read the brief note, trembling from head to toe.

It was from Seth Rollins.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Roman observed, materializing beside her, his eyes on the letter in her shaking hands. "It's from him, isn't it?" He didn't really need to ask.

He had gone to see his parents and that left him feeling weak again. Sad and royally pissed off. They couldn't see him. Didn't know he was there. They had been crying, grieving, and there was nothing he could do to reassure them that… well, he wasn't fine, but he definitely would have lied.

"It's Seth. He wants me to meet him tonight, alone. He says that he has an offer I won't be able to refuse…"

Claira blinked, tears sliding down her cheeks as a few droplets landed on the paper she held. Without her parents and everyone else knowing, how was Claira supposed to get out of the house? She had to meet with Seth, to find out what this offer was. Sighing heavily, Claira couldn't allow her parents to see this letter and lit it on fire, turning it to dust in her hands. She had committed the address to memory and dusted her hands off as the soot fell to the grass, a gentle breeze blowing it away. However, she couldn't help wondering if this was a trap.

"That's a bad idea, Claira." Roman said, just kind of floating alongside her as he watched the soot be carried off by the wind. "I'm dead, you want to join me so soon?" He frowned, eyes closing as flashes of something… something he needed to remember hit him. Roman couldn't piece it together, but he was definitely sure it was connected to Seth, to her. "Don't do it."

"If it helps you and solves the mystery of what happened to you, so you can cross over into the light, I have to try, Roman. I won't let you become an evil spirit. You deserve to crossover and be at peace." Claira didn't realize it, but she sounded exactly like her mother at that moment. "I will bring Sonya with me, my Familiar. She will protect me from whatever he has planned and…I'm not made of porcelain. I can take care of myself." She was a witch and had fully embraced her magic. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Giving Roman a hesitant smile, Claira ventured back into the house and went to have a chat with her Familiar.

Roman disappeared after she went inside. He was going to conserve what energy he had left and go with her. Or… maybe… could he get Dean's attention? Poltergeists, those were ghosts that were able to move things, right? Maybe Dean could stop her. He could tell Mrs. Calaway… he hesitated again. It wasn't like Claira could get overly mad at him. He was dead, what was the worst she could do?

"CLAIRA BETH CALAWAY! What the HELL do you think you're trying to pull?!"

Roman shrugged his shoulders in a 'sorry, not sorry' gesture when Claira glared at him and folded his arms in front of his chest. "I told you. Too dangerous. I had no choice, you wouldn't listen."

"You are NOT meeting that lunatic anywhere! What did that note say?!" Brooklynn demanded, her maternal instincts kicking into overdrive and planted her hands on her hips. "Roman said he was offering you something you wouldn't refuse. Do you understand what that means?! That's a RED FUCKING FLAG, Claira! You don't GO when someone gives you an ultimatum like that!"

"I-I don't know what else to do! Seth is connected to this, Mom! How else are we supposed to solve Roman's murder, which he's probably responsible for if we don't do at least a little bit of what he wants!" Claira was beside herself, not believing Roman actually tattled on her. A GHOST TATTLED ON HER! "Roman, I'm trying to help you…"

"I'm getting your father up." Brooklynn couldn't talk sense into their daughter, but she KNEW Mark could and stomped upstairs to wake him up.

As soon as her mother disappeared upstairs, Claira snatched her keys off the table and was out the door, Sonya right at her heels. "Sorry Mom, but I have to do this." She couldn't believe a ghost, her friend no less, had snitched on her!

Roman, invisible to Claira, sat in the car, watching and listening as she spoke out loud to herself, rationalizing what she was doing. He groaned. Damn it, she was going to wind up joining him in death.