Jason's chest heaved deeply as his mind scrambled for a way to get loose. The other man's strength was incredible even for a Ranger. His limbs were massive, strapped with thick muscle under white silk. The Red Ranger wasn't a lightweight by any means but this stranger's frame almost dwarfed his own.
Fear and anger warred in his heart; obviously this psychopath was after his husband. Thank heaven Tommy was habitually late.
The other Ranger growled in annoyance as he dropped back into an armchair, forcing Jason to straddle his thigh like a ventriloquist's puppet.
"I can see we might be awhile," he stated blankly. "None of them are ever on time."
"Why are you here?" Jason weakly asked, trying in vain to still himself, looking for a moment of distraction.
"As I've said, my business is with your sweetheart. He has something I desire. Lucky for me I now have something that might get his attention."
Using his greater strength, the Ranger pulled back on Jason's neck, making his captive recline against him. The Red Ranger tensed as the blade lay across his lap and the shield dug more sharply into his back.
"I wasn't expecting you, Red but I'm glad we have this time together."
Here his hand glided up Jason's neck to his jaw, firmly pulling the man's head back until it rested along his helmet. Inhaling deeply, the evil Ranger sighed almost sadly, as he nuzzled Jason.
"I always wondered what my Red would be like had he been able to grow up. Instead he chose to leave this world early rather than joining me. Who knows? Perhaps we could have something ourselves. But maybe that was the best thing for him after all. He was spared the upheaval my coming wrought."
For his part, Jason tried to keep relaxed, all the while feeling like he was in the grasp of a grizzly bear. This Ranger was like no one he'd ever come up against, even when his husband was at his most evil. The white helmet laying against his cheek didn't even feel like the same material that he was accustomed to.
A soft whisper. "He was too good for me."
From the corner of his eye, Jason could make out a ruby red visor and an elaborate ornamental design made of gold.
"You, however... I know you can be naughty," the tone lowered seductively, as did the gloved hand, moving from jaw, to throat, and finally to Jason's chest. The sword pressed closer to his abdomen in warning.
"What are you talking about?" Jason hissed, face flushing.
"I can see EVERYTHING, dear one. Every Ranger team throughout history, every universe, every timeline. Remember, you're talking to a god. As of now, you are the oldest Red I've encountered."
Now the hand was under his t-shirt, slowly stroking the collarbone before trailing back to his chest.
"Thump, thump, thump..." he purred, feeling the racing heart. "Why such a scared little rabbit, Red? I didn't kill the others. Hurting you might not be necessary. Not if you be a good host and "entertain" your guest."
Frantically, Jason tried to elbow the evil Ranger in the ribs.
"See I knew you weren't nice..." The grip tightened.
"As a god, I would never debase myself with a weak, powerless human. But however weak you might be compared to me, you aren't powerless though, hence my yearning to bed you."
Another chuckle.
"And here, I thought I'd transcended the need for pleasures of the flesh."
"There's no way in hell, buddy..." the Red Ranger growled.
"I thought not. No matter." More laughter, this time almost friendly. "We do have some time to kill apparently, Red. And if you don't want to play with me, perhaps you'd prefer to fight?"
Up..." he ordered, hoisting Jason effortlessly.
With sudden energy, the Red Ranger was thrown to the floor, where he struck his forehead on the wooden coffee table. Stinging pain radiated as he rapidly blinked his eyes; bright red splashes dripped to the carpet as he pulled his shaky legs under him.
"You know, we always seem to keep bumping into each other. Maybe that's the way our stars align across all worlds."
"I've never met you."
"Hmmm... you think so?
Glancing up at his attacker, Jason tried to make sense of what he was seeing. Who was this guy? Had they met before?
Spreading his arms wide for the fallen man to appreciate his full splendor, the evil Ranger chuckled softly. A large gold and green shield edged in gold covered his large chest, thick gold bands encircled massive biceps, and the helmet resembled something worse than demonic. A sick feeling slowly spread through Jason's stomach as his mind reconciled his husband's previous incarnations, green and white with this bastardized hybrid.
"No... you can't be," he moaned.
A smokey green haze and the helmet evaporated into nothingness revealing the true face of the intruder.
"No, no, no..." Jason shook his head, refusing to accept the truth.
This just couldn't be; this man could not be his husband! But his mate's features where not as hard and cold as this man's. His skin was pale with dark black veins winding up from his collar into the angular jaw; his eyes were devoid of feeling looking like the dead eyes of a shark. His mouth was twisted in a tight scowl despite his obvious pleasure in the moment. Long graying hair swept his shoulders; his husband had cut his hair years ago in favor of a short spiky style.
"Oh, Tommy... what happened to you?"
"You will address me as Lord Drakkon," the other man cut him off. "As far as what happened to me? I've attained a level of power far above any human or Ranger. Green and white. And soon I will add the Black Dino Gem to my collection."
"No, he'll never give that to you!" Jason yelled.
"He will. Or he'll loose something else near and dear to his heart."
Raising his patrician brow, he added, "I think this is the part where you want to morph, Red. For all the good it will do."
"It's morphin' time!"
Reaching for his morpher, Jason thrust it front of him, feeling the release of red energy flow through his outstretched arms.
"Tyrannosaurus!"
Now standing before Lord Drakkon, the sleek red uniform covered him protectively and he braced himself in a defensive stance.
"My, my, my but you fill out that spandex nicely. I can see every grove and curve of your body. Pity I have break it..."
The shrill ring of Jason's phone on the kitchen tile caught both their attention as it clamored and vibrated across the floor. It was Tommy's special ring tone.
I've got to get this asshole out of here, Jason thought frantically. Before Tommy walks in...
Dropping his hands to his morpher, the Red Ranger prayed this madman would follow him.
"Good luck getting that gem without me, you 2nd rate Twilight wannabe!" he taunted.
Quickly, he made to teleport to the desert where there was no chance of running into any civilians that could be harmed in their battle. He saw a split second of Drakkon bearing his teeth before he was gone in a flash of red light.
Something's wrong!
The Red Ranger felt a tremendous pressure before a powerful force slammed him into the grassy earth.
What happened? This wasn't the desert. He'd only made it to the walking trails a few miles from his house.
He felt the tight grip of a fist on the back of his uniform.
"Ah ah ah, Red. Isn't talking shit and running away a little immature for someone your age?"
Fuck...
Throwing a kick, Jason caught the evil Ranger's abdomen driving him back. Drakkon merely grunted; he did however release his hold.
He snickered. "If you wanted to play outside, Red, all you had to do was say so."
The pair slowly circled each other.
"What are you trying to prove fighting me, Drakkon? There's no way Tommy will ever hand that gem over!"
"All you Reds... you run your smart mouths and talk a good game. I've watched you all. Same arrogant, cocky banter."
He jumped towards the Red Ranger who swiftly ducked and rolled away, pulling his blaster from his holster. Aiming it at Drakkon, he growled.
"You're not a god, Drakkon. You're nothing but a murderer. You killed a 17 year old kid, someone who could have been your best friend, maybe even something more. But you'll never know now."
He fired at his opponent who causally deflected the beam with his gauntlet.
"You're nothing but a sad old man with no family, no friends, no love. That's some existence."
"Sniff, sniff, Red. I'd say you just broke my heart but I'd have to have one first. In any case, I have everything I've ever wanted. I need no attachments to weaken me, to turn on me."
"Its always lonely at the top, pal," Jason returned, trying to keep the Ranger talking and not fighting.
If he gets hold of me again, I'm screwed.
"Well all the more reason to enjoy our play date, "bro."
The two Rangers were now engaged in full combat, exchanging punches and kicks. Jason tried to stay out of grabbing distance but Drakkon was almost impossible to keep back. He got a thrill out of invading personal space, forcing the Red Ranger back and forth and around and around, controlling their violent dance.
Drakkon called forth his blade again and deftly swung it to and fro.
"I'm really having fun with you, Red, but we need to be getting back soon. And now that I think about it, you aren't nearly in enough distress for my liking."
Jason felt his blood run cold.
He's just been fucking around with me this whole time! I never did have a chance!
A flash of red and the Power Sword was gripped firmly in his hands. It shook slightly with his exhaustion.
"I'm feeling this special connection between us, Red. So let me tell you a little secret."
Without warning, he was chest to chest with Jason, his iron grip locked around the Red Ranger's wrist as he admired the Power Sword.
"Its pretty but I already have one just like it."
Digging his fingers in, Drakkon crushed the bones in the other man's wrist. Fire raced up Jason's entire arm and snarled in his chest as he yelled loudly, dropping the weapon. He sank to his knees, nausea threatening as Drakkon kept a firm hold with one hand. The other drew the sharp blade up his chest; it sliced with ease through the red silk. Blood saturated the fabric and flowed from the wound to his belt.
Tommy, Tommy help!
A vicious kick then upended him on his back with Drakkon pouncing immediately to perch on him like a cat, pinning the Red Ranger's arms with his knees. He was so heavy Jason could barely draw a breath to scream anymore.
"Enough of this..."
Reaching down, he unclasped the red Tyranno helmet and tossed it aside. Jason's eyes were wide in his pale face as tears rolled down his temples to the grass.
"Now, try to pay attention. I'm going to tell you something I've never told another living soul. One other person knew what I'm about to tell you and he doesn't talk anymore."
Drakkon's helmet again disappeared so he could look his prey in the eyes. His flat affect shifted subtly to one of almost tenderness.
"This brings back some memories, Little Red Riding Hood."
He licked his lips slowly.
"I remember another time and place we were in a position much like this one. Well, me and my Red. In the Dark Dimension before he was rescued. I was feeling some type of way; I don't know. All that evil Green energy. I didn't know to control it at the time; it controlled me."
Jason panted shallowly under Drakkon's body, mouth opening and closing in silent cries.
"Shhh, shhhhh..." the evil Ranger soothed, a finger gently pressing to Jason's lips.
Drakkon continued his story, his voice lowered.
"I had some feelings for my Red but I'd say it was more in the area of lust and raging hormones. He looked so innocent, so pure. I just had to dirty that snow white fleece, show him what depravity and evil truly looked like. There's no way he ever would have forgiven what I did to him that day."
"Monster..." Jason mouthed.
"No. God," Drakkon corrected.
Looking around, his eyes lit on just the thing he needed.
"Now, then. I'm not going to kill you, Red. But this is really really going to hurt..."
Jason's opened his mouth to try to talk and Drakkon's gloved hand slammed forcefully over it, silencing any noise as he lifted the large rock. The Red Ranger's dark eyes focused on the blunt object and he tried to squirm to no avail. He shook his head violently.
"Come on now; hold still..."
Blow after vicious blow rained down on Jason's skull, misting Drakkon's gloves and forarms. It splattered his thighs.
When Jason finally stopped moving, the evil assailant felt in his neck for the weak pulse.
"See, Red. You're still alive. But this might inspire Tommy to give up that gem."
Scooping up the comatose Ranger, he added cheekily. "Come along. You know what a worry wart your husband is."
A black flame engulfed them and then he was standing back in Tommy's living room.
"What a mess. And you're getting blood everywhere," he scolded. "Let's find somewhere for you to chill."
Walking down the hall cradling the blood soaked man, Drakkon kicked the door to the bathroom open and promptly dropped Jason in the hard porcelain tub where he thudded hard, limbs akimbo. Low guttural sounds came from his throat. The crisp white diamond was now the same dark red as his uniform and his dark hair was spiked with drying blood. His nose was swollen and bent, more blood drying over his split lips and crusting in his beard
"We could have passed a pleasant few hours fucking, Red, but you just had to play the frigid bitch."
Leaning down, Drakkon thrust his tongue in Jason's mouth, running it sensually along his victim's, tasting the coppery blood. He firmly tugged the man's lower lip with his teeth as they parted.
"Such a shame."
Turning on his heel, Drakkon slammed the door on his way down the hall to the kitchen, where he picked up Jason's phone. Pulling up the text messages, he sent one of his own.
Hey babe! Hurry home. I've got a surprise for you. ;)