Ass’s face. He had the bluest eyes Josh had ever seen, and they had a look of fear in them. Nice -Ass did not want what Josh’s target wanted. The rage was building in Josh as his target bent Nice- Ass over, rimming him. His fingers brutally pumped into Nice- Ass’s ass, and when that fun was over Nice-Ass got a dick in his ass. No lube. Josh wasn’t on the up and up with gay sex, but he knew from Mateo’s stories that fucking a guy with no lube was painful. He could tell from Nice-Ass’s face, that he was not enjoying it. Josh could see him trying to pull away as his target pulled him back, roughly pounding the shit out of the guy. One look through the scope told Josh
Nice-Ass really didn’t want this, because he was crying, fucking crying.
Josh was forced to watch the basic rape of Nice-Ass. The guy didn’t want it, and in his book that was rape. More than once, Nice-Ass tried to pull away and was met with a smack on his ass and a hit to the head. When the act was over, his target threw Nice-Ass on the ground and kicked him. Josh’s finger was trembling on the Goddamn trigger. He wanted to take the fucker out now, but he couldn’t. His target wasn’t alone, and if Josh did take him out, more would certainly come. If that happened, the chance to take Nice-Ass out of that house would be gone.
His radio went off and he could hear James in his ear. “What’s going on? Your heart rate is through the roof.” James watched the monitor from the command center. “ I need to take this guy out, and soon. We need a backup team up here, because I swear I’m putting him down in the morning, whether he’s alone or not.” Josh snarled.
“Give me a visual.” Josh turned his camera on and hooked it up to run through his scope. He zeroed in on what was going on below, and heard James gasp. “Yeah, and you missed the main attraction.”
Nice-Ass was in the fetal position as Josh’s target kicked his back. He finally crawled a few feet and slid into the pool trying to get away. Josh couldn’t hear what his target was saying, but Nice-Ass cowered in the corner of the pool.
James’ voice came over the radio.
“He’s the American. I’ll have your team there at five. Be ready Josh.” Josh watched Nice-Ass in the corner of the pool. Josh’s target had gone back inside, and now Nice-Ass was crying. Josh zeroed in on his face and read his lips.
Someone please help me.
Josh closed his eyes. “I will.”
~*~ Mark made his way back into the house naked. He wasn’t allowed to have clothes or shoes. His room was at the back of the house, and it consisted of a hard cot with a wool blanket. There was a toilet and shower. No TV, no radio, no phone. He had no concept of time, but figured he’d been at the mansion for at least three months. The one phone call he was allowed to make was to his chief of staff letting him know he was alright. He was beaten almost every other day and forced to engage in sex with a man that made him sick.
Mark stepped into the shower and turned the water to hot, as hot as it would get, scrubbing his skin raw. His ass hurt, and he knew it would for days. Manuel was cruel and sadistic, and the more pain he could inflict on Mark, the better. He was afraid Manuel would start letting his curious guards have a crack at him next. The water helped sooth some of his aching muscles, but he knew it wouldn’t last long. When Manuel was gone, he was locked in his room for days at a time and fed only bread and water. Mark had tried to keep up a work-out regimen at first, but as time went on, his body just didn’t have the energy.
He had seriously contemplated suicide at one point. Just run for the hills and let them shoot him. No more pain. Mark sighed and turned the water off. He stepped out and dried off, looking at his body in the mirror. He was wasting away. His skin was pale, and the circles under his eyes were becoming darker with each passing day. Mark dragged his protesting body to his cot and lay down on the blanket. The roughness rubbed his skin, and he reached for his robe. It was the only soft thing he had.
Mark closed his eyes and thought about his life. How had he gotten here? His last relationship had been somewhat of a joke. Raoul. A patient he’d fucked then broke up with when he’d gotten the call for Doctors. His last good memory had been of Mateo Esposito, the foster child his parents had brought home. Mateo had been Mark’s first kiss, and then Mark had gone off to college. He had no idea what had happened to Mateo, he tried looking him up a few years ago but found nothing. Sleep came quickly, and Mark welcomed it. Tomorrow was another day.
~Chapter Two~
Josh watched the second hand on his watch, and when it hit five in the morning, he heard footsteps behind him. Sam Waters and Troy Bishop stood there with shit eating grins. Josh smiled. Jesus, Troy had gotten even bigger. Troy and Sam were the same height as himself. Both Native American, their tan skin resembled that of milk chocolate with copper undertones. The two of them just had to look at the enemy, and they ran screaming. “Damn good to see you!” Josh gripped Sam’s hand and fist bumped Troy’s.
“Where’s the target?” Sam pulled his night vision goggles out and grabbed the rifle from Josh. “ Sitting on the lounge chair, I need you to take him out. I’m going in to get the American.” Josh pulled on his vest and made sure his Desert Eagle .44 was loaded. He shoved his knife in its sheath and looked at Troy. “Are you good?”
Troy pulled his own Desert Eagle .44 from its holster and smiled. “Don’t I look good?”
~~ Josh made his way down with Troy right behind him. Jesus, he wished they had better equipment right about now. The house; well mansion, really, had glass walls. But it wasn’t enough to get an accurate reading of how many people were in there. All he could see were white blobs moving around, maybe ten at the most. Josh made his way closer, taking another reading. He whistled his favorite tune, Queen’s ‘Another one bites the Dust’, and met with silence. No more than five seconds later, a muffled pop rang in the air and his target’s head blew apart on the lounge chair. Josh ran for the house with Troy right behind him. They had a few minutes maybe before all hell broke loose.
They crept into the house and Josh stayed close to the wall, Troy stayed a few feet back keeping his eyes on the hallway. Both of them had on night vision goggles and could see perfectly in the dark house, which gave them an advantage. Josh made his way down the hall and opened the door at the very end. It was empty, but he heard the shower on. He motioned for Troy to watch the hall.
Josh made a sweep of the room and made his way toward the noise of the shower. His pistol in front of him, he kept close to the wall. Gripping the door handle, he opened it slowly. He was immediately blasted with hot steam and the overwhelming smell of strawberries.
Strawberries?Shaking his head to clear it, Josh crept
into the bathroom and grabbed the corner of the shower curtain. Putting his gun in front of him, he tore the curtain back. Josh stood transfixed to the spot. There stood
Nice-Ass, naked as the day he was born.Damn.It took
Josh a minute to focus his brain and open his mouth. Putting his hand out, he said. “Come on.” “ Who the fuck are you?” Nice-Ass shrank back further, trying to cover himself. He looked scared enough to bolt, despite the possible consequences.
Josh took his goggles off and handed the guy a towel. “I’m the guy who’s taking you out of this shithole. Now come on.”
Nice-Ass grabbed a robe and turned to face Josh. “Okay.”
Josh arched a brow. “Where are your clothes?” “I…I don’t have any.”
Josh let out a whispered “Fuck”from his lips. “Here,
put this on.” Josh put the vest on Nice-Ass and tried to get his jacket around his shoulders. The guy shrank back at his touch. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” The guy looked up at him and Josh’s mouth almost fell open. God but he was beautiful. “We need to go.”
~~ Troy motioned that the hallway was clear just as they heard a bloodcurdling scream. Someone had found the body by the pool. Josh nodded towards the back door. They both took off running, and Josh ended up throwing Nice-ass over his shoulder. The poor guy had no shoes. Lights came on ar
ound the house and Josh and Troy were exposed to anyone looking. They were running back up the mountain side when bullets started whizzing by. Shots were going off above their heads, and Josh knew Sam was taking people out. Thank God for Sam! Hearing the loud roar of a jet, Josh stopped mid-climb and looked at Troy.
“ Oh shit.” Josh’s eyes went wide. “Faster, man, go faster!” He pulled Nice-Ass around and onto his back, telling him to hang on tight as they both climbed upward.
Agent Pruitt’s voice came through the radio in Josh’s ear.
“We’re going to blow it. Are you far enough?” “ Just do it!” Josh shouted back. He could feel NiceAss’s arms around his neck, and knew they needed to get just a little bit higher….
The fireball that ensued lit up everything! The accompanying explosion was so loud Josh’s ears popped, and he almost lost his grip on Nice-Ass. Josh heard a gasp and a grunt from his back, but he kept going. They were almost at the top when a rope was thrown over the side next thing he knew, Sam was pulling them up. Josh stood at the top watching the house below. It had been obliterated. Nice-Ass had slackened his grip on Josh’s neck, and Josh began to check him over as he put him down.
“Are you alright?” Josh looked for any signs of damage on Nice-Ass.
“Who are you?”
“Josh Montgomery.” Josh looked at his face. Nice-Ass had a small cut above his eye. “What’s your name?” Mark….Mark Patterson.”“
Josh caught him before he hit the ground. Nice, Mark had fainted.
~*~ Josh had paced the hallway at the hospital as Nice-…
Dammit.Markwas looked over by a doctor. He had three
cracked ribs, some tearing in his anus and multiple
contusions on his back, face and hands.His hands. Josh
closed his eyes. Defensive wounds. Josh sat by Mark’s bed and ran his fingers through Mark’s soft hair. Damn, but the man was beautiful even now. Josh had to admit this was weird for him. He’d fucked chicks all his life, and yet here he sat, attracted to Mark. He had an innate need to protect this man. After what Josh had witnessed, he’d never let anyone ever touch Mark again.
“Josh.” Josh turned to see James standing by the door. He put his finger over his lips and motioned for them to go out in the hallway. Josh kept his eye on the room though. He wasn’t going to go too far. “What’s up?”
“ I just got off the phone with his Chief of staff. Mark was working with Doctors without Borders when he was kidnapped.”
“Why didn’t anyone say anything?” Josh peeked back in the room making sure Mark was okay. “ Because he called once a month saying all was well. I bet you can imagine how that was done.” James tried to look over Josh’s shoulder and realized he was too short. He settled for peeking around him. “Has he woken up yet?”
“ No.” Josh made his way back into the room and sat down in the chair next to the bed. He took Mark’s small hand and ran his finger over a bruise softly.
James smiled to himself. Josh obviously found Mark attractive, the way he was looking at him. He couldn’t blame Josh, Mark was pretty. “Well then, I’ll leave you in charge of his recovery.”
Me?” Josh looked up. “Why me?”“
“Oh. Well I suppose I can call someone else in to do it.” James grabbed his cell phone from his pocket. “No!” Josh jumped up. “I’ve got it. The poor guy’s been through enough and he knows my face.”
“Okay, I’ll check back in before I go.” Josh shook James hand, and was left standing alone next to a sedated and beaten Mark Patterson. Josh sat back and looked over the man’s face. Why was he feeling like this? He’d never been attracted to a man before, and Lord knows he worked with a bunch of muscle bound gladiator gay guys. He laughed at the picture that description put in his head. It didn’t make any sense. Josh felt his prick getting hard again and sighed, looking down at his cock. “Cut that shit out.”
~~ Mark smelled something. Coffee? His eyes opened slowly and he saw the man who rescued him. What was his name? Josh? Josh something was reading the paper, with a cup of coffee in his hand. Mark tried to focus on the guy. Buzz cut blonde hair, beautiful lips. His eyes went wide at the tattoos covering his biceps and arms. Speaking of biceps… “Um. Hi.” Mark watched as Josh…
something looked up.Oh god, his eyes.
“Good evening.” Josh smiled at Mark, he looked confused.
It’s night time?” Mark tried to sit up and hissed at the“
pain in his ass. His face heated and he knew he was blushing. “Don’t move okay?” Josh sat him up and forward a little and slipped a pillow behind his back. “How’s that feel?”
Mark looked up into very green eyes.Wow. “I’m okay.
Thank you, for rescuing me.”
Josh forced himself to back up and sit down, because right then he’d wanted to kiss Mark. He’d wanted to kiss
a man.What the fuck?“Well, we were there to take
out…” Josh tried to find the right words. “The asshole and I saw you—” Mark’s face lost all color. “You…you saw me?” Mark saw Josh’s face, watched his eyes get dark. Josh was angry.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. When I saw what was happening to you, I had to get you out.”
Mark studied Josh’s face. He was rugged looking. Nice strong jaw, beautiful cheek bones, and lips... Whew. The
guy could be a model. He had to be atleastsix foot two,
and built. A fitted white T-shirt mapped Josh’s muscles and hung over the edge of his tight faded blue jeans. Mark felt his cock getting hard and tried to cover himself up. After everything that had been done to him, he couldn’t believe he was getting hard for the guy sitting right next to him. He probably wasn’t even gay. “I tried to, you know…”
Josh nodded and took his hand. “You tried to fight him off.” Mark looked away. “Yes, but when I did, the beatings would get worse so I just…” Mark shrugged; he felt the tears coming and squeezed his eyes shut.
Josh wanted to punch something. He pulled himself together and pulled Mark’s face around gently. Looking Mark in the eyes, Josh told him. “Look, nobody’s going to hurt you ever again, okay? I won’t let it happen. Now it’s up to you, but I would like to stay here and make sure you recuperate without people bothering you.”
“Where’s here?” Mark looked around, the hospital wasn’t familiar. “ Benson, Arizona. I have a friend who owns a house here, and he said we could use it. There’s a nice pool, and he just put in a Jacuzzi. Is there someone I should call?”
Mark sat back and thought about it. Nope. His parents hadn’t spoken to him since he came out. He’d gone to college and paid his own way; they’d cut him off and he’d done the same. His last boyfriend had been a patient, Raoul, and they’d broken up a week before he’d left. “No, there’s no one.”
Josh wanted to hold him. Jesus what the fuck was going on with him? He wanted to kiss the guy and his cock was rock hard. “So it’s settled. Do you trust me Mark?”
Mark looked in those green eyes and almost sighed. Oh… hell… yeah… he trusted tall light and gorgeous. Licking his dry lips, Mark managed a choked. “Yes.”
~~ Josh stood in Derek’s kitchen in Benson making breakfast, and God help him, his mind was going a mile a minute. Mark was in the shower, and eyes opened or closed all Josh could see was Mark’s body. Josh was envisioning his hands running up and down over that soft milky white skin, massaging it with bubbles that still clung from the soap Mark had used to wash himself. Mark, wet hair slicked back on his head, heat in his eyes. Reaching down to fist his cock as he licked his lips and …
All the blood in his body was fleeing to his cock as Josh stood in the middle of the kitchen with a raging hard
on, uncomfortable as hell!Fuck. What the fuck is wrongwith me?He fucked women. He fucked lots of women,
and he’d never been attracted to a man before, had he? Josh scrunched his brow in thought. Maybe once, in high school, during a wrestling match? But it hadn’t been the wrestler.
It had been the male cheerleader he’d been watching. Maybe he liked them girly?
Josh tried concentrating on the eggs he was making instead. He turned the flame down under them and looked around the kitchen. Derek had made some changes to the house since Mateo had been there. The kitchen had been remodeled. There was a new floor in blue tones, new counter tops and a brand new sink and faucet. Josh had to wonder if it was because Mateo had taken Riley on every flat surface in the house.
That line of thought brought him back to the naked man in the shower, and Josh got harder. After leaving the hospital, Josh brought Mark back to Derek’s safe house to recuperate. The man was broken in more ways than one, with no family. James wanted the man under care until he was ready to be on his own again. He didn’t have a problem babysitting, hell he’d done it more than once; but in this case, he was taking care of a man he found attractive. That was just freaking him the fuck out.
“Something’s burning.”
Josh was startled out of his thoughts by Mark’s statement. He looked down and saw the eggs he’d been
cooking were now brown.Shit.“Dammit, I’ll start over.”
Mark’s eyes made a slow sweep of Josh as he turned toward the fridge. Damn, the man was tall and covered in sinewy muscles. Those fucking tattoos had Mark’s cock rising in his pants. Josh just screamed manly and hot
damn…Nice ass. “So what are we doing today?” Mark
leaned against the counter.
Kissing, maybe fucking…stop it. “Well, you need to
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