A WISH TOO YOUNG
CHAPTER 4
4 DAYS LATER
NEW YEARS EVE
Time was left to defend for itself as everyone who was there that day at the FBI Check Fraud Department began to get Frank and Carl some help. The most important thing was to not have them seek any medical treatment. They would have to be rushed to the secret C.I.A. Headquarters in their department specially designed for Wisher attacks.
Each drastic measure was able to get them to the department in less than 2 hours. Its only problem was the more time passed, the less Frank had sanity. When the young man woke from his slumber he began shouting. With his eyes blaring now with a green the color of a lime, showed he didn't know where he was or if he should care for the safety of others around him. At some point he threw something in their direction and threatened to hurt them. For the good of their safety, they strapped him to the bed. In just one day his protests turned into desperate cries. Just 3 days later, he was lying there saying nothing. Just staring up at the ceiling with no emotion what so ever masked onto his face.
Watching the young man through the window, Mr. Marsh's gaze was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. A man with thinly framed glasses was walking inside the back room Mr. Marsh watched from to both of their rooms. After entering the room the man in a plastic lab coat closed the door behind himself.
"Evening, Mr. Marsh." The scruffy man smiled. To the Assistant Director himself, this wasn't the greatest of times to see such a gesture. "My name is Dr. Charlie Wheeler," He informed. Holding out a hand, the other man shook in greeting.
"Evening," The man mumbled. His eyes still trained through the window. "What's wrong with them?"
Awaking where he lied, the agent's purple eyes began to open. Immediately they stung by the light on the ceiling. Squeezing his eyes shut, he shook his head from the aftermath ting. Where was he? What happened? Where was Thomas? Where was Frank? Frank. Stirring on the bed, he realized he was still in his business wear so that must mean he wasn't in some place dangerous...right?
"-Now for Mr. Abagnale," Dr. Wheeler continued. "He has showed signs of delusion. Causing us to have him strapped to the bed. Possibi-"
"Wait." Mr. Marsh interrupted. Dr. Wheeler hesitated in his speech as he eyed the FBI Director in mild insult. Watching how the man's expression changed from being drawn into the conversation to subjected into some other event. Caused Dr. Wheeler to look in the same direction the man gazed in. There in the second room, Agent Hanratty began to sit up from his bed.
Dr. Wheeler's short frame tensed. "Will you excuse me Mr. Marsh?" The man didn't even wait for a reply as for suddenly he ran out of the room and into the room Carl was in.
Entering the room, the agent immediately froze.
"Who are you?" Carl immediately asked. Fright edged in his voice.
"Mr. Hanratty, I'm Doct-" The doctor tried to greet as he stepped closer into the room. Only causing the agent to suddenly back up against the wall his bed faced.
"Stay away from me!" He ordered the Doctor. Pressing a button on his wristband, both didn't have to wait long for the edgy silence to be sliced for suddenly 5 security guards entered the room. Bustling about, each one tried to grasp a hold of Carl. The more they got closer, the more he began to shout for them to back away. Catching one of his swinging arms, one of the security guards rustled him onto the bed. Immediately each guard began to battle him into a strap. Once the process was a success, Carl began to squirm in bed.
"Let me out you son of a bitch!" He shouted to the Doctor. But it was too late, suddenly the security guards and the doctor exited out of the room with the door shutting behind them.
Closing the back room door tiredly behind him, Dr. Wheeler walked back to Mr. Marsh's side. "I apologize for that disturbance Mr. Marsh. I assure you Mr. Abagnale and Agent Hanratty will be in good-"
"Contact Thomas Myrtle." Mr. Marsh glared. When the Doctor only hesitated where he stood, the FBI Director pointed at the door. "Now." He demanded warningly. Looking at Mr. Marsh's change of mood, Dr. Wheeler exited the room and did just that.
Hours past as silence still fed on time. Moving his head to look around the ceiling, Carl leaked more with sweat. He breathed heavily as he looked to the side of the wall. Just staring at the gray bricks, he felt something on the other side. Something alive. Something caged. Like he was.
"Frank." He whispered. Looking back up to the ceiling he closed his eyes and gulped from the sudden tears. "I'm so sorry kid." The agent rasped.
"Wheeler what's this all about!" Thomas angrily questioned. Demanding an explanation. "They both can't be in separate rooms, you know that!"
"Calm down." The old man requested. As he walked back to the back room door, the ghost impatiently walked through the door without Dr. Wheeler. Once he opened the door, all three began the conversation immediately.
"Thomas," Mr. Marsh instantly greeted. "Their eyes are the color of the potion. It's causing them to act like wild animals." The man stated. His vocal tone instantly telling all that he demanded an explanation.
"Yeah, I know." The ghost sarcastically replied. "That's not important right now! What's more urgent is getting them back to normal, yes?" Thomas tried to reason as he now stood by the taller man. Mr. Marsh sighed in frustration while Dr. Wheeler could only look at the both of them.
"What is it that we should do?" The Assistant Director asked tiredly.
"Well," The ghost nervously answered. "You're not going to find it very appealing. But at this rate, what is appealing?" The ghost laughed. Grabbing no one's agreement. Pulling off his own smile, the ghost cleared his throat.
"Follow me." The ghost sighed.
Staring blankly at the ceiling, Frank heard the door to his room opening. He would have looked up before hand. Yet by now the urge vanished. Causing him to only respond by closing his eyes. Grasping each side of the bed, whoever they were wheeled him out of the room.
This was it. Whatever he was going through they were going to study him. Again. He just knew it. These effects. His green eyes. He had no idea what was wrong. Their reactions towards him was like he was holding the answer but could never tell them. Making it so the treatment grew more harsher. Each hour felt like a day that passed. Each needle and strap to his limbs was like another way to shove pain into his face. Even the meals felt worthless to him. No crumb could satisfy this struggle. No bite could feed this unnamed hunger inside his entire frame. He felt empty. More empty then he has been in his entire life.
No words were passed as the wheeling of the bed stopped. He felt gloved hands grasp each strap. Unstrapping them like they were snakes. In his mind's eye they were. Muting out the sounds of the straps and retreating feet, he then began to wait for the treatment.
Lying on his bed, Carl Hanratty kept silently crying. It was the only thing he could do. All of this chaos he caused. He should have never took that potion. All of this would have never happened. Whoever Laramie was, he wanted him to go to hell. Even Thomas. This just wasn't right. Being played with like a puppets.
This place he was in right now. God he prayed for better. It appeared he had been here for a while. He wasn't certain how long. The collapse in the janitor's closet must have taken a tole on him. When he heard Mr. Fox find him, it was light he saw something. Something that changed with his appearance maybe. He had no idea what it was. But it sounded bad.
The more he thought of what actually happened that caused him to be in that room, the more he remembered Laramie. The ghost had the nerve to actually disrupt the place he worked. He had the nerve to hurt Frank. Just by that thought brought the agent to mildly scrunched his face up in a strained sob. He wasn't going to do it. He wasn't. Not here. They could be watching his every move by now.
Hearing the door open, he was proven right as something was wheeled in and his straps were released. His mind immediately morphed it all out. He knew what was going to happen. Mr. Marsh explained it well the same time he told him about Thomas being from war. They would experiment with the victims of Wishers. Like they were animals. So with whatever strength he had left, he held it by just doing what he could to strain his cries.
He was worried about Frank. So worried it made him sick. What they shared during Laramie's work was forced but different. It defiantly woke him up. Might have been the fact he hasn't had someone in 11 years. Or it could have been something else unknown to him. He just knew it was an incredible feeling. The way Frank responded was a surprise too. Never did he imagine Frank that way. He respected the man more then anyone. No matter what.
With the movement of the person leaving the room, questionably the lights were turned off. In a sense, it didn't quite matter. If eyes could bleed by pain, then his would defiantly be flooding blood because of the pain he endured from the light. It wasn't that strong before. Not at all. He remembered it just being lightly pained. At that moment it acquired to the agent that that's what changed. His eyes. Whatever it was explained it all. Opening his eyes, pain did not seep. Nor was light needed. He now could see in the dark. Eying the ceiling, he began to realize his limbs were free. Sitting up on the bed, his entire world came to halt as he saw just what else was different.
There lying with his back facing him, Frank William Abagnale Jr. was in the same room. The sob he had been trying to hold suddenly gasped out. Startled out of his thoughts, the young man slowly turned around with suspicious eyes. Lying his hand on the pillow while his body fully lied on the other side, he froze as he saw just who made that sound.
Immediately the agent and Frank got off of their beds. Urgently both men hugged each other. Tightening his hold, the young man just didn't want to let go. Instantly he had noticed the man's eyes. They were glowing of magenta. As his glimmered of lemon.
"Carl," Frank whispered over his shoulder.
With a tear dropping off his face, he held him closer. "Yes?" He sniffed.
"I'm so glad you're here." He choked out.
"I am too." The agent rasped.
"I've felt so-" The young man gulped. His face rubbing more into Carl's should as words to finish his sentence became dead.
"What's happening? Where are we?" The young man frightfully asked.
"Our DNA was trying to form with the potion." The agent choked. "Other then that I don't know where we are."
"Is that why our eyes are like this?" The young man questioned. Nodding quickly the older man pulled themselves apart just enough to see Frank's face.
It was then he realized he wanted Frank from the beginning. Not his ex wife. Not women. Not men. Frank. Was this what it all came down to? All of his questions could be answered if he leaned one way. But he knew that if he kept running, nothing would be changed or finished. So with Frank's full attention still on him, he looked at the person who just kept changing his life more and more.
"Frank," Carl began. "I'm sorry...for everything." He sniffed. "I'm even sorry for what happened in my office."
"No." The man whispered. Followed by shushes. "You're fine. You don't have to be sorry. I'm right here." He cooed. Gasping through his own cries, it was then they couldn't decide best for themselves. No matter what this was going to cost, Carl knew the man felt as empty as he was. As desperate as he was. Perhaps even more considering it sounded like he had been awake for the entire time here.
Catching the young man's attention, Carl sealed his lips with the brunette's own. Both at this point were so hopeless, so empty that this was literally the only option. The one thing that made sense. Perhaps even the only reason that would ruin them.
For that, Frank desperately kissed him back. A gasp soon past his lips. Leaving his breath to hover over Carl's skin. Grasping each others hands, the agent dipped their hands down to their sides. Allowing himself to become lost in the man in front of him. Soon the young man dug his fingers into his boss's hair. Their tongues began to battle which only caused them to press against each other closer.
At that point, what they started at the agent's office soon was continued as Carl suddenly began to untie his tie. Letting the fabric fall to the ground, Frank held the agent's neck and kissed hungrily on the other side.
It was then the older man's eyes grew wide. The brunette's tongue was so warm and wet. Just feeling it glide very slowly across his skin was torturous. Lower and lower, his mouth practically ate at the agent's body. Ripping his shirt apart like a tiger. This tremendous tiger only came back up to gaze at his mate with darkened eyes. Suddenly the agent was backed up and pushed onto the bed he recently lied on. Adjusting so his head was aligned with the pillow, Frank immediately climbed on and lowered his body. Immediately Carl had his legs spread apart. Revealing more of his increasingly aroused cock through his pants. Taking his boss's wrists, he rubbed his clothed cock against the older man's own.
"Oh Uh!" Carl moaned and sighed.
The first noise from him. Slightly shocking the young man as the agent rubbed back. With a surprised moan, Frank nudged him back. Over and over, they humped and rocked. Back and forth, Carl's moans started to come out more. Such a silky and low tone held in his vocals caused Frank to only want to hear more. Ramming into him faster and harder, the young man was treated with that. Moan after moan, their cocks grew more stiff.
Minutes past and the agent was lost. Letting his body be rocked back and forth by the friction and strength caused his arms to lie on each side of him. Suddenly stopping, Frank dug his hand in Carl's hair as his face hovered over the man's lips that were parted and turned to the side.
"Carl Hanratty?" The young man huskily asked. Lust dripping from his mouth.
"What?" The older man replied with the same tone but more strained. Gasping for air as he was then trying to control himself by his full name being said that way.
"Do you like this?" Frank whispered. His tongue licking dangerously close to his mouth, he lined his jawline and ended near his ear lobe. Now the brunette just hovered centimeters from his ear. His lust filled breathing melting his ear.
"Frank! Please!" The agent begged. One of the other man's hands was so close to his pelvis the temptation was terrifying.
"Do you like it so much that you want to fuck me?" At this information, the older man's breath hitched. With a smirk plastered on the young man's lips, he husked out something again.
"Say Agent Hanratty? If you were able to arrest me in that hotel room, what would you have done to me? Cause when I met you, you were so hot with that gun aiming at me. I bet the handle of that gun would have felt so good inside me."
With that said, Agent Carl Hanratty snapped. His cock so hard he could have sworn it was about to burst. Grabbing Frank's shoulders, he flipped the young man so quick onto the bed that when his head hit the pillow, Carl already was staring at him with black eyes.
"I wouldn't just fuck you with the handle. I would fuck you and allow you to fuck me. All with a pair of handcuffs around your beautiful wrists." This information literally made Frank moan longingly with shock and more lust then ever before.
Taking Carl's head into both hands, he devoured the agent's mouth. With tangled and battling tongues, the older man tore off his shirt feverishly. Next he made his hands go for his own belt. Unbuckling it so fast the buckle broke right as the belt slipped out of their loops. Without his permission, the young man pulled down the older man's pants for him. Revealing a very hard cock with a purple head and precum played out on top.
"Looks like someone is a horny agent." Frank whispered.
His eyes gulping in the sight. Making the ability to catch the young man off guard. Since the brunette wore no belt, he tugged all his bottom clothing completely off. Suddenly taking his cock in hand, Frank screamed from the sudden touch. He looked up to see a very husky smirk lied out on Carl's lips.
"Look who's talking, heated tiger." The agent stated.
Quirking an eyebrow, the young man suddenly grabbed the older man's own dick. Causing the man to curse and pant shortly afterwords.
"You playing it that way? Well bring it on hunter. I'll be your prey." Frank challenged.
Never letting go of their cocks, both began to fully strip themselves of clothing. After 5 grueling minutes, Carl released the young man's penis and removed what was left of his pants and shoes. As he watched his boss strip, Frank did the same. Only the difference was he wanted to play desperately.
Squirming under the man's hold, he began to try and escape from underneath him. Looking down at the tiger, the hunter held the man's wrists. Years of knowing Frank, Carl knew exactly what he was plotting.
"Oh God hunter!" Frank gasped. Trying to sound like a scared little girl but only to managed to cause himself to pant more then have a role play. Either way it effected the man in front of him as he squeezed his wrists tighter.
"What are you gonna do what that big long gun?" The young man husked out.
"Well. My. Heated. Tiger." The agent breathed. His lips hovering dangerously over the brunette's own. "I'm going to shove it up that hole of yours. But I wonder, is it tight?" Frank moaned by the simple tease that left such an impact.
"It is," He huskily whispered. "It's also warm and wet."
"AH!" Carl breathed. Looking deep into the eyes that were now black as well.
"Fuck me Carl!" Frank begged.
"Cause your mine?" The agent moaned. Resting a finger just near the man's puckered hole, he squeezed it passed its tightness.
"Yes!" Frank panted.
Moving the finger in and out, Frank was then lost by the sensations.
"I'm yours." He breathed.
Repeating it over and over again. Placing in another finger, the young man began moaning the agent's name. The tone in his voice showing his obvious lustful frustration.
"Frank." Carl whispered. If it was possible, fire would be inflamed in his eyes.
"Calm down." The agent ordered.
By the time he kissed Frank, both of them stilled. This time when they kissed it was passionate. They held onto it for minutes. Just letting each other know their mouths. Adding one more finger, Frank took a hold of the older man's shoulder. His eyes squeezed from the pain. Moving closer, the hunter kissed his prey. Trying to ease the pain away with no words. When that wasn't working, Carl tried to think of a way to encourage and comfort Frank but the only thing on his mind as of now was not soft and cuddly.
"Baby, it's okay," The agent cooed. Grabbing Frank's attention instantly. With a smirk on his face, he looked at the young man with soft eyes.
"Did you just call me baby?" Frank asked. His voice soft but still husk by lust. Nodding in response, Frank smirked. "I like that. You should use it more." After a few more minutes of stretching, the agent finally took his fingers out.
They looked at each other for a long time before any action was made. They couldn't believe that this was actually happening. Frank was going to take him. Carl was going to have him. Each man knew what the other was thinking. It was going to be a risk. But the more they stared at each other the more they knew they needed each other. Spreading his legs, the young man lied more on the pillow. Allowing his boss to do whatever he pleased.
Positioning himself in front of Frank's puckered hole, he waited for the young man to give him a signal to make sure he was really sure about this. With the glare in the tiger's eyes indicated greatly he was not going to have patience for long. Grasping the young man's hips, he plunged in the head of his penis.
"AH!" Frank yelled. Both from pain and the unusual feelings of Carl's dick compressing between in his muscles.
Comforting the man the best way he could Carl leaned over him more. Locking his tongue out onto one of the man's nipple. Immediately Frank moaned from the contact. Lapping and massaging his muscle against the young man's chest was worth the reward of the soft moans he would cause to release every now and then. The more he did it, the more he was able to give the tiger a distraction as he pushed in more.
"Carl." The young man gasped.
Grasping onto each of his shoulder blades. Sliding in deeper, the hunter allowed his prey to adjust the longest he could. As of speaking the brunette held onto his boss breathing heavily in the process. Wrapping his legs around the older man's waist, Frank look deep into the man's eyes and kissed him. It was the first kiss started by him. Making Carl feel absolutely on cloud nine. Such a simple gratification gave him feelings he had never felt before.
"You can start moving," Frank grunted. Holding one hand in Carl's hair. Pushing further in, Frank immediately surprisingly moaned. The most lust filled moan he has heard yet.
"Everything okay?" Carl breathed. His eyes almost rolling in the back of his head by the tightness and sounds.
"Hit that again." The tiger purred. Pounding into the spot he pleased, instantly Frank grabbed onto Carl tighter.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" He gasped the same type of moan.
Ten Minutes went by and still Frank was uncontrollably moaning that way the entire time. His responses were almost like a rhythm as the hunter kept hitting that spot inside him. With sweat now drizzling their bodies, Frank kissed his boss again.
"Harder. Faster." He icily ordered with a moan.
The harshness though was unheard by the agent. He was so lost in the man that hearing those commands with that voice made him snap once again. Grabbing the criminal's dick he responded with a tortured moan. The agent began to pump his penis while pounding harder and faster. Frank was so lost by now that he began to push back and forth with the agent's rhythm. Causing the said older man to be thrown off guard. Suddenly moaning exactly and as much as Frank was. Even louder then him.
Rocking back and forth, back and forth, for the past 5 minutes both men stopped moaning. Every now and then some would pop up from their mouths. But the most important thing that caught their attention was the person right in front of them. Carl at the moment had half lidded eyes and the most sexy smirk masking his face every now and then. As for Frank, the young man's eyes were closed. While his mouth was parted. Every now and then he would lick his lips. For some time, each man couldn't believe that they were still doing this. Nor could they wrap around their own heads that they both were so easily attracted to each other by now.
After a good 7 minutes, Frank opened his eyes and began panting and moaning. Faster then usual. Causing the agent to look at him and part his mouth. Every so often he would lick his lips as well. Releasing the younger man's wet cock, Carl lifted the young man's legs onto his shoulders. Within the last 3 minutes, the hunter pounded even faster and harder then he had since they started. Immediately those pants were drowned out by moans which turned into very loud ones. Three minutes later, Frank yelled Carl's name while the agent shouted the young man's own.
Cum came bursting from the both of them. So much cum it was a surprise that the release ended after a few seconds. With his eyes closed and his head falling onto his prey's chest, each man didn't mind the cum that was now on their stomachs and privates. Releasing his hold around the agent's neck, Frank began to pet Carl's sweat soaked hair while both of them now were catching their breath. Closing his eyes, the next thing Frank realized when he opened them again was the darkness of the room.
"Carl," Frank tiredly asked.
"Hm." The agent hummed. Enjoying the softness and sent of Frank's skin.
"I think our eyes are back." As his response, Carl opened his own eyes up and sat up just enough to look at Frank.
That was indeed correct. But since the lights were off he couldn't see the man. So taking his lips, he made sure the man knew his happiness. It was the softest most passionate kiss they had. Something even Carl was not expecting. Resting his forehead on the young man's own he never believed he was going to say these words twice in his lifetime.
"I love you." Carl softly said. With that said, Frank's breath hitched. There was a short pause that silence filled but once the young man kissed him again. Carl relaxed from the fear rising in his chest.
"I love you." Frank mimicked.
Just inside the back room, Thomas Myrtle sat on the single chair that was in the room. Watching intently on what was going on. As he saw them both kiss right after the lustful frenzy, that was when he smiled. This wasn't exactly what he was trying to find. But any type of change was what he was expecting. Looking at the clock, he realized the clock struck New Years seconds ago. Which meant they must have both kissed right on New Years.
"Happy New Year Carl & Frank." Thomas proudly clarified. "Okay! They're done!" The ghost shouted to the other room.
To Be Continued...