Marks

Marks page 2

Author's note: This chapter is kind of long and it ends on a sappy note but
I'm already thinking of ways to rectify that in the next one.

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Erol used the key he had to unlock the door to the building that served as
lofts. He got on the elevator and waited patiently as it took him to the fifth
floor. He got off and walked into living area. It was mostly dark. Only a dim
nightlight in the bathroom lit the place. He walked around the couch to the bed
by the bathroom and looked down at the sleeping figure in the bed.

                   
Torn had been awake since he heard the elevator. He was fully aware that there
was someone just over his shoulder, watching him sleep. He gripped the gun he
kept under his pillow and sat up quickly. He pointed his gun right in Erol's
face and neither of them flinched.

"Oh, it's just y--" Torn's statement was cut off when Erol punched him. He
rolled to the other side of the bed, dropping his gun but he lunged for Erol anyway.
He grabbed Erol by the throat as they went to floor. Erol hissed at him before
he punched Torn in the stomach and kicked him off of him. He moved to retrieve
the gun but Torn grabbed him by the ankle making him fall. He pulled Erol back
and wrapped his arm around Erol's neck and hauled him up so he would be
kneeling. Erol bit his forearm as hard as he could but Torn only groaned before
he grabbed a fist full of Erol's hair and pulled his head back. "Oh yeah baby.
You know I like it rough."  

"Prick!" Erol growled as he reached back and grabbed Torn's crotch.

"Ah!" Torn yelped when Erol dug his nails into sensitive skin and squeeze his
genitals tightly. Torn's grip around his neck loosened and Erol slipped away and
went for the gun again. He stood up once he had it and aimed at Torn who was
still kneeling on the floor. Torn looked at him a little shocked before it
dissolved into a glare.

"You are so totally ruled by your dick that you'll sacrifice the upper hand."
Erol said as he aimed for the target Torn's markings made on his forehead.

"Look at you...." Torn said as if he was a little impressed. "Who did you
kill, to get those?" he asked referring to the markings over Erol eyes and the
ones on his ears.

"Anyone I had to." Erol said shortly. He watched Torn closely as his blue
eyes wandered over the rest of his body.

"You filled out nice." Torn said. He couldn't help but notice how tight Erol's
uniform was. It was practically painted on. "Yellow and blue look good on you."

"Shut the fuck up!" Erol snarled not daring to get closer to Torn. Erol's
skills in hand to hand were nothing compared to his. He also kept a sharp eye on
Torn's hands. The only thing more dangerous than Torn, was Torn holding a
weapon. "Ex-Commander Torn. You are under suspicious of treason and are hereby
condemned to death. Any last requests?" He asked.

"For you not to shoot me." Torn said smirking.

"Your dying wish is denied." Erol said. Torn didn't flinch when he heard a
gun shot. "Ahh!" Erol groaned when the bullet pierced his shoulder. "Mother
fuck--" He aimed at the person standing in the door to Torn's loft but held his
fire. "Ashelin. Traitorous bitch! What the hell!?"

"......" she didn't say anything when she presented another gun and shot him
again. Erol twitched when the dart pierced his neck and immediately fell to the
ground. "You alright?" she asked Torn as she rushed to help him to his feet.

"I'm fine. What are you doing here?" he asked.

"What do you think?" she asked giving him a sly look before she glared down
at Erol. "Luckily I was running late. I saw him come in first. I told you, you
should change your locks." Torn looked down at Erol. "What should we do with
him?" Ashelin asked. Torn smirked.

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Erol woke with a slight start. The fog in his head dulled all his senses except
touch. He knew he was sitting in a chair, and by the feel of it he was tied to
it. His legs to the two legs of the chair and his arm were pulled behind the
back. He heard a mumble and was almost certain someone was talking to him. A
sharp jolt of pain in his lower back caused his senses to clear almost
immediately. He growled and looked at the cause of his pain. A random looking
man walked in front of Erol and tapped the electric cattle prod in his hand as
he smiled.

                   
Erol glared at the man. He was plain, Erol wouldn't be able to pick him out, out
of a line up of one. But he had a green symbol painted on his shirt and
immediately Erol knew they had brought him to the Underground base. He opened
his mouth to speak but found a white cloth was keeping his words from being
comprehendible. The man just shocked him again.

"You'll have to speak up. I don't usually speak to garbage like you." The man
said about to shock Erol again.

"John!" they both jumped when Torn's voice roared through the room. "That's
enough."

"You got it boss." 'John' said before he handed Torn the prod and left the
room. Torn rolled in a cart with numerous cabinets on it before he closed the
door. Erol's ears perked up when he heard the door lock. He looked around,
searching for cameras or a two way mirror - anything that might let someone
witness what went on in the room but there were none. There wasn't even a window
on the door. That meant he was all
alone, in a room with no means of escape except the door, tied to a chair, with
Torn. 

'Shit.' Erol thought as he tried to get out of his restraints again. Torn put
the prod down on his cart and started looking through the various drawers. Erol
panicked when Torn presented a syringe. After making sure Erol saw it he filled
it with a bizarre looking green liquid and walked to Erol. "Mmm!" His scream was
muffled when Torn pierced him with the syringe and injected the fluid into him.

"Calm down. It's just eco." Torn said. Erol opened his eyes - which he didn't
realize he had pinched shut - and looked at Torn. "Green eco to be exact. It'll
heal your gun shot in a few minutes." Erol just started at him. He cringed when
the needle was taken out of his arm. Torn walked back to his cart, put the
syringe down and went about opening all the drawers. He stood back and moved to
the side once they were all open and looked at Erol. "Do I really need all
these?" he asked.

                   
Erol looked and couldn't hide his surprise when he saw the cart's cabinets was
filled with all sorts of torture devices. Some of them were rusted. Some still
had blood dripping off of them. Erol even knew what most of them were for and
how to use them. He noticed about ten, flat, metal sticks. They were meant to be
pushed under a person's finger nails to pry it off. He noticed a few pairs of
tweezers which would probably be used to pluck all the hairs off someone's body.
Several hammers of different size that were for breaking bones. And wide variety
of knives - for the obvious.

"Un un!" Erol grunted around his gag as he shook his head 'no'.

"You'll be a good boy won't you?" Torn asked.

"Un Hun!" Erol nodded.

"You won't call me bad things if I take your gag out, will you?" Torn asked.

"Un un!" Torn reached back and untied Erol's gag and took it out of his
mouth. "Ah." Erol closed his mouth, relieved when the pressure on his jaw was
lifted. "Ow." He tried to lip his chapped lips and groaned when he tongue got
stuck.

"Hear, hold still." Torn said reaching in his pocket. He pulled out a small
tube of chap stick and opened it. He cupped Erol's chin and made him look up as
he slowly applied the moisturizer to Erol's lips. "Better?"

"Why are you being so nice?" Erol asked glaring at Torn. Torn snorted as he
used the chap stick on his own lips before he closed it and put it back in his
pocket.

"Guilt." Torn said and walked back over to his cart. He picked out one of the
knives. Erol's glare dissolved into fear as Torn walked closer to him.

"You said you wouldn't--

"Tell me something, Commander." Torn interrupted him. He let Erol see the
knife before he pressed it to Erol's throat. "How is it you've forgotten
everything I have taught you about a situation like this?"  

"Eh?"

"You openly show your fear. You probably haven't even calculated a way out of
this have you?" Torn asked. "I saw you check for cameras. But because of your
fear, you haven't tried to get out of your ropes. I know you can."

"I--"

"I tied those. I know you can get out of them." Torn said. "I was trying to
think why you haven't tried but then something stupid crossed my mind." He
looked Erol in the eyes. "You're afraid of me."

"You did try to beat me to death with a crow bar." Erol said. "Remember
that?"

"Oh."

"I needed seven stitches after you raped me, by the way." Erol said through
grit teeth. "Was that whole stunt just to teach me a lesson?" he asked.

"No, I wanted you to hate me." Torn said.

"Mission accomplished asshole." Erol said. Torn put the knife aside and
picked up the gag. "No--mm!!" He protested when Torn tied it back around his
mouth.

"You lied." Torn said before he picked up the knife again. "Now I actually
have to torture you instead of talking to you like a civilized being." He looked
at Erol for a moment when he tried to scream something around the gag. Curiosity
got the better of him and he pulled it down. "What was that?"

"Why?" Erol asked.

"Why what?" Torn asked.

"Why did you need me to hate you?" Erol asked.

"It was always the final step of training." Torn answered. "Before I killed
my predecessor he managed to beat me within an itch of my life. And if I
remember correctly he even tried to drown me. Tied weights to my feet and
everything. He knew I was his replacement. It's like a sick game the Baron plays
to keep himself entertained. I learned that there were seven others before me.
Seven others that were trained by that man and were killed by him. I was going
to be his eighth, you were going to be his ninth. But I made it back to
the fortress and managed to kill him before you got your orders. The Baron
thought it was amazing." Torn snorted.

"So...why didn't you kill me?" Erol asked.

"It was different for us." Torn answered as he walked back over to the cart.
"I wanted to end the Baron's sick little game. When I first saw you I couldn't
believe it. I knew there was no way I could kill you, even though I had done it
countless times before." Torn gestured toward his markings. "But I knew if the
Baron found out about us he'd just kill you himself, to 'teach me a lesson', and
then just give me another protégé. So I left."

"You joined the underground, you didn't leave." Erol said. "You cheated on
me--

"Does oral really count? I barely touched her--

"Why couldn't you just tell me?" Erol interrupted. He looked down.

"It crossed my mind, but put yourself in my position. Knowing what I knew, I
didn't have any insurance that you weren't in with the Baron." Torn said.

"I knew about the game." Erol confessed. Torn looked at him sharply when the
ropes fell to the ground. "It's why I volunteered!" He picked the chair up and
threw it at Torn. He blocked it along with Erol's kick. Erol pushed him back and
Torn fell over the cart full of weapons, spreading them all over the floor. Erol
picked up one of the larger knives. "Of course at the time I thought I would be
trained by that old man. You, Torn were so much better. Do you want to know
why?"

"Yeah. Why?" Torn asked. He knew Erol's response would be something to
distract him. They only talked during a fight to throw one another of balance.

"Cause everyday, after we left the gun course - or practiced hunting each
other you'd take me back to your apartment and fuck me threw your mattress."
Erol said and lunged at Torn. He blocked Erol's stab with the knife he still had
in his hand and caught Erol's fist with his own. He wasn't quick enough for
Erol's leg as it shot up between them and kicked him in the jaw. The kicked sent
him reeling back and he caught himself on the wall and dodged Erol's next stab.
The knife embedded in the concrete wall instead and Torn kicked Erol away from
it.

"I couldn't help it, either." Torn said as he pounced on top of Erol. Straddling
Erol's waist and pinning his wrist down to the ground. "Watching you
progress in your skills was such a turn on for me. That, plus you're just so
damned beautiful."

                   
Erol was shocked to say the least when Torn shot down and kissed him hard on the
lips. Erol couldn't help but yield and open his lips when Torn bit his bottom
one. He kissed back, moving his tongue around Torn's when it invaded his mouth.
He arched off the ground, rubbing his growing erection against Torn's back side.
He flexed his arms and found that Torn wasn't holding him down anymore. He
brought them up and buried his hands in Torn's hair. Making some it come loose
from the braids.

                   
Erol couldn't help the moans that escaped his throat when Torn moved from his
lips to his neck. He tried to concentrate but Torn wasn't making it easy. Erol
knew Torn would never used sex to distract him, even though it worked. He knew
Torn really wanted him, he always had. "Oh god..." he sighed feeling Torn's hand
on the zipper to his pants. Erol inhaled sharply and got a whiff of something he
wished he hadn't. His mind suddenly cleared of it's lust and he pushed Torn off
of him. He stood up an zipped his pants.

"Christ, Torn. You could at least take a shower before having sex with two
different people." Erol said. "It's bad enough I have to smell that slut's cheap
perfume when I'm at work but on you too?" Erol glared at him. "Let me go. I know
nothing about the barons next move against your association of misfits." he
snapped. Torn just looked at him. Erol was really hurt. He was still in love
with him.

"Why don't you hate me?" Torn asked. "Was I your first time or something?"
Erol didn't answer him. Which Torn knew from experience that meant yes.

"Was I your first man?" Erol asked.

"Yes." Torn said as he straightened his clothing. "I'm not attracted to any
others." Erol snorted. "I'm telling the truth. Have I ever lied to you?" Erol
fell silent again. He did when ever Torn was right about something. "I have no
idea what it is about you Erol." he said as he advanced on him. He was an inch
away from Erol's face when he suddenly dropped to his knees. "But when I'm
around you, you make me want to do things I never do."

                   
Erol watched as Torn pulled down his zipper again. He slid Erol's tight pants
down until his entire penis was revealed and took it in his hands. Having Torn
touch him renewed Erol's erection. He let out a shuddering sigh that always came
when Torn touched him. "I am the only one who you will let inside of
you. And you are the only one I will do this for." Erol watched with wide
eyes as Torn opened his mouth and engulfed his cock.

"Mm!" Erol bit his bottom lip as Torn took him all the way down his throat.
Torn pulled back slowly, making sure Erol saw every inch of himself as it slid
from between his lips. He caught the head gently in his teeth and licked the
slit. Pushing his tongue against it, earning himself one of Erol's arousing
moans and some pre-cum. Torn snaked his hand up the back of Erol's thighs and
after gently searching, inserted his index and middle finger into Erol's tight
entrance. "Unh!" Torn started a nice rhythm. Taking Erol down his throat when he
pulled his fingers out. So when Erol started bucking his hips, he'd drive
his cock into Torn's mouth and as he withdrew - he impaled himself on Torn's
long fingers.

                   
Torn let him. Not minding when Erol grabbed his hair and started to seriously
fuck his face. He only moaned and tightened his lips around Erol. "Oh god..."
Erol gasped. Torn looked up at him. He recognized that face. "I'm cumming!" Erol
moved to pull away but Torn held him still.

"Mmm...." Torn purred feeling Erol's warm cum in his mouth. He withdrew his
fingers when Erol's muscles stopped convulsing around them.

"Un...." Erol sighed as he eased down to his knees. He looked at Torn just in
time to see him swallow the load of ejaculate. Torn smirked and licked his lips. "Torn...."

"Only for you, Erol." He said. Erol suddenly felt tired. He swayed for a
moment before he lost consciousness.

TBC