A/N: Hey everybody, this chappie is going to get a little hot and heavy so be warned. I'm not very good a this sort of thing but what the hell? I'll give it a shot any way. –Rei
Songs to listen to when you read this chapter: Always by Saliva Hollow by Submersed
Had she the energy to do so, Abeebah would have let out a vile string of acidic curses that would have made even the most worldly person blanch. But as it was, she hadn't enough to spare beyond glaring up at one of the causes of all her current problems. Mark had come dressed in sweats, his insipid skin sporting a colorful array of bruising. "Evan go," the eldest horseman didn't even allow for her youngest sibling to open his mouth. She knew what was coming would be a lot uglier than what he could handle. "Like hell- "Shut up and go Evan, and I mean now." The darkest horseman snarled coldly.
And blinked even as her youngest brother quickly moved to do as she said, icy fury stung a prickly path down her throat and to the pit of her stomach. Abeebah knew what was happening to her and didn't care. If anyone had the right to be pissed, it was her, and she was going to remind her elder bond mate of that very fact. The slow burning headache that had been compressing inside her skull ever since she woken, died an arctic death under the tons of frost currently coating Abeebah's psyche.
"You interfered." Mark's words were a breathy snarl, the complex emotions filtering out of him through his voice. Rage at being 'betrayed' being the chief one. It only ticked her off more, "have you lost what little sense you had, everyone and their' mothers interfered in that match long before I did." Abeebah sat up, "or are you forgetting Vince and you old friend Pillsbury dough boy who used to get high off of embalming fluids." The elder Calloway's eyes flashed with even more rage as he moved to loom completely over her.
"I won't say this again, this isn't your fight- "Yes, it, is," the dark woman's eyes were absolutely livid, "this stopped being about just you two when you couldn't keep it between yourselves- Mark, turning the tables on Abeebah cut her off, brutally attaching his lips to hers. Pale drawn lips pried open their' dark counterparts, a slick long tongue took advantage, slipped inside the confines of the mouth of the woman beneath him. And though he would never admit it, it felt damn good to hold his youngest bond mate again.
Mark's three hundred pound frame forced her much smaller one down, even as he grasped the back of her head pulling her deeper into the punishing kiss. Abeebah hooked her leg behind Mark's thigh and shoved at his shoulder with surprising strength, causing him to fall off of her. The darkest horseman immediately rolled on top of him, she joined in the dance of tongue and teeth, refusing to be dominated in any way. Her sharp nails dug into Mark's shoulders, causing him to hiss and yank her head back in retaliation.
His dark bond mate snarled in pain, her neck arched vulnerably to him as he sat up and sunk his teeth into her pulse point. Punishingly her nails dragged up his neck and slid into his hair leaving behind a path of razed welts. Not willing to let the pain inflicted on him go unchallenged, Mark pulled harder on the fistful of chocolate tresses wrapped around his large fist. Swiftly he rolled them over once again on top of his youngest bond mate. Once again Abeebah tried to dislodge his superior weight, arching up off the mattress.
She only succeeded in pressing her chest tighter into his, fueling the incensed lust that had been too long ignored. Mark couldn't stop the groan that resonated deep in his chest. Pulling the dark wrestler's thigh high over his hip, deadman once again nipped at plump lips demanding entrance. Abeebah did not deny him, burying her fingers deeper into his auburn mane, and sucking on his bottom lip. A base growl erupted from his throat, now impatient to have nothing between them, skin on skin.
Breaking from the kiss, Mark abruptly tore the hoody over Abeebah's head, throwing it to the floor, and completely ignoring the solid black bra she wore underneath. The eldest horseman exhaled sharply as her pale companion drew his own shirt off and threw it toward some indiscriminate corner. And unable to stop herself from doing so, Abeebah traced the tattoos on Mark's stomach with her fingers. Hotly the phenom trailed his own calloused hands down Abeebah's now bare sides and toward the edge of Abeebah's drawstring pants. And just as his fingers grasped at the hem of the article of clothing, his bond mate's hand shot out, stilling him from his course of getting rid of it. Their gazes met and clashed.
And for an instant they were frozen in a moment of mutual understanding. This wasn't lust on the cusp of love, at best they were friends. No amount of time or particular fondness could change that. Still Mark could see the uneasiness in her all but luminescent gaze. "You haven't let anyone else touch you." The whispered truth made him all the more aroused, especially when his half query was answered by a petal soft kiss. Pulling away just as quickly as she gave the kiss, Abeebah helped him pull off her pants, lifting her pelvis so that the article could slide passed her hips and down her legs.
Abeebah kicked her pants off the rest of the way, sending them flying. Her elder bond mate glanced down, noting the rather girlish teal tanga panties. Mark was abruptly reminded that though she hit like a man, Abeebah was all woman. Abruptly he cupped her derriere, squeezing the fleshy orb through the lace of her underwear, grinding his erection against her still clothed center. Abeebah moaned, pulling her lover's head down so that she could suckle on his ear, worrying it between her teeth. Erotic snarls erupted from him, and they proceeded to tear off the few articles of clothing they had left.
Evan went to his brother's hotel room, still shaken with his brush with almost certain death. His eldest sibling, injured or not was one scary bitch. 'Even scarier than the deadman,' he questioned himself. And prayed that it was so, because there was no way he was going back there to see the situation implode. Delia was there and she was the one who let him in, even as their brother inspected his own reflection in the antique mirror. The second eldest horseman was dressed in a crisp white button down shirt under a classically cut red and brown waist coat, with a pair of chocolate brown slacks, and equally tailored matching brown boots.
The youngest horseman raised an eyebrow at the formal look, chuckling even as brother sent him a rather asinine scowl. "Why'd ya stick him in that get up?" he asked his sister as she went to hand Brandon his red silk tie and brown dinner jacket. His elder sibling threw him a 'look' over her shoulder, "we do have an image to protect now ya know." Brandon snorted even as he put on the tie and coat, brushing off imaginary lent. "We're the horsemen for God's sake woman, not show ponies." The light skinned apocalypse rider just clucked her tongue. "Don't be mad at me," she told her elder brother, "Beebs is the one who set the precedent for class."
Evan winced in sympathy as Delia moved in front of their second eldest sibling and deliberately tightened the tie. The green eyed Johns grimaced down at her, "still did you have to choose something so stiff." Playful cappuccino stared at her handy work, taking in the roman style haircut and single golden earring, which were the only 'loose' aspects about the outfit. Then she looked at her brother's miserable expression and finally caved with a huff. "You're lucky I bought just the thing, lose the jacket and pants."
Delia moved to the bed not even glancing to see Brandon doing as she instructed. Roving through the many bags she had set on the bed, the most vicious horseman tossed her sibling pair black jeans, and a matching leather black and red biker jacket. She then grabbed a pair of fingerless gloves and tossed them to Brandon, not even looking over her shoulder to see if he caught them. The second youngest horseman's gaze then focused upon her only younger sibling. "Speaking about her fearless leader, how was she doing?" Evan bit back the foul language that wanted to spill forth. That was exactly the question that he didn't want to answer.
The most temperamental of the Johns siblings took in her brother's sudden stillness with a blink, and then she was moving to the door, only to be stopped by said horseman. "She's fine," Evan forced the words passed his constricted throat. All too aware that now both Viluppo and Guerra were now boring holes into his narrow frame. "Evan," the voice of the hammer of the horsemen held a wealth of warning, which was not so surprisingly much more threatening then the presence of their sister who was closer.
"She's awake," he told them quickly letting go of Viluppo's arm and stepping further away from them both. Glares deepened and Lue raised placating hands in hopes to ward off any momentary violent actions they might resort to. "Taker came by, and I can only imagine that they are having they're having some rather serious words." "And you left her alone with him?" Evan wasn't surprised when both Delia and Brandon descended upon him with twin looks of equal parts horror and malice. "Would you want to be in between them in an argument?" he retorted weakly.
For a moment both of the horsemen froze, seeing as they both could honestly see where their' younger brother was coming from. Then they both thought about just how ugly the situation Abeebah was currently in could get. "You still shouldn't have left her alone!" Delia all but snarled, shoving her way passed Evan. Once again the youngest horseman grabbed her arm, preventing her from leaving. He knew that though his immediate health was on the line, so two was his long term health.
And was more worried about what Abeebah could do to him than what Delia would probably do. Brandon was only slightly more understanding than his younger sister and wouldn't move to interfere with whatever fight that was going to happen between Taker and their sister. "Whoa, hold up there Del, that is not a good idea and you know it, leave it alone." They apocalyptic rider of chaos broke his hold, stubbornly determined to aid her ailing sister. Evan and Brandon had no choice but to follow.
"It might not be a good idea Evan but it's an even worse idea to leave them alone while Abeebah is too tired to be civil." She retorted, stalking her way down the hall and around the corner. "Look, I don't like it anymore than you do, but the fact remains that whatever happens, it's between them, period." Delia didn't even glance his way, "even if it results in a body bag?" Again he grabbed her hand, holding on tight when she tried to shake him off. "It won't and you know it, you saw how he looks at her Delia, even when he was piss shit mad Taker listened to Abeebah."
He forcefully turned her around, "and this is no different." Delia bit her lip, glancing behind Evan to Brandon who had followed them out the room. The second eldest horseman was stone faced at the sight of her agitated conflict with both herself and Evan. They all knew what the apocalyptic rider of pestilence said was true, but that didn't make them worry any less. The willowy young woman turned to look at her sister's hotel room door. She hadn't even noticed they had arrived.
Inside the room, the three horsemen couldn't hope to know the blinding pleasure being imposed upon their sister by her persistent, not to mention thorough lover. Mark rode her in a slow deliberately invasive pace, taking in each gasp, sigh, and any other involuntary sounds of pleasure he drug out of her. Abeebah was by no means a vocal lover so every sound she made was like a roadmap to be followed to their mutual pleasure. Abeebah held on to him for dear life, her curvy form coiled around him in a tangle of dark and alabaster limbs.
And Mark gasped harshly; sweat beading at his brow, trickling down his face and neck, down his chest, and in his navel. One of his hands fisted at the side of his bondmate's head, nearly ripping the fabric that they were both laid out on. The other gripped at the heavy fall of her breast, squeezing the glob with an almost punishing grip. He couldn't help but feel like 'this' was what he and Kane were missing. The complete and utter acceptance of Abeebah, they needed to know the utter certainty that at the end of the day she would care. And he, like his little brother, had denied it, denied the fact that they needed Abeebah.
The darkest horseman only made it easier when she had allowed them to withdraw from her both mentally and physically. It was only now, while he moved inside of her, possessed this particular facet of her near nonexistent passion, that he realized that he was more enraged by Abeebah's absence rather than her interference. Mark didn't like the implications that led to, not in the least. So he did the only thing he could think of lest his thoughts ruin this moment. He opened his mind as wide as he dare to her. Took in what his bond mate was projecting through their link, seeing all the things neither said out loud.
Abeebah was just as angry as he, dragging blunted nails down his spine, her intimate muscles stretching uncomfortably with each inward thrust. Lonely from months of neglect on both Kane and his part, the darkest horseman had every intention of hurting him anyway she could when he had barged into her room. His youngest bond mate hadn't known what to do when he and his brother all but abandoned her. And like so many times before, Abeebah decided it was better to leave them alone, and let them work it out amongst themselves. That is, until the problem escalated to the point she felt she had no choice but to interfere.
Yet now kissing her, and taking her to the heights of rapture as he was Taker found that Abeebah was too far gone to stay mad. Pleasurable agony heighted already acute senses to near unbearable levels, drowning them both in a myriad of sensations and symphony of mixed emotions. And somewhere along the line the biting chill gave way to a smoldering inferno. They both could not hold back thunderous gasp as another 'joined' in their carnal game. 'Too much!' Abeebah's mind voice was hoarse with the strain on her overtaxed limits. And just as they were about to shatter both Mark and Abeebah heard voices coming from outside.
They froze, any pleasure that could have been had ground to a complete halt. Their eyes locked on the ornate doors, one thought ringing in their still closely linked minds, 'SHIT!' Unthinkingly the demon of Death Valley pulled away from the willing body beneath him, causing them both to hiss. They ignored the mess the sloppy exit caused as they rolled out of the large bed, collecting clothes as fast as their decidedly lethargic limbs would allow. It was a seemingly impossible task to be completed in the small expanse of time they had but they managed.
Yet they did so just in time to hear the doorknob turn. It only took a few strides for Mark to eat up the distance between them, heatedly pressing his lips against hers. 'Thursday,' he slipped his tongue inside her hot cavern, 'meet me at Riverparc.' Gasping her assent Abeebah pushed away from her elder bond mate and practically ran to the bathroom. And just as the door to her hotel room opened, Taker slipped into the shadows.
Her siblings were too busy arguing amongst each other to notice the stench of sweat and sex in the air. Closing the bathroom door, Abeebah slid down onto the tiled floor. And she realized three things. One, the place where she was to meet Mark was in Pittsburg Pennsylvania. Two, she would be meeting him on Thursday, the day of Kane's match against Austin. And three, she had just agreed to go on a date with the deadman. Pulling her knees to her chest, the eldest horseman leaned her head back against the bathroom door. 'What the fuck am I doing?'
A/N: I hope everybody liked this part. Anway send plenty of feedback, I know I'm not good at this sort of thing but I need the practice.