Marks

Marks 3

Author's notes: Three cheers for sweet revenge. It's finally Erol's turn to
show what Torn has taught him.

"Torrance.....Torrance....." Torn groaned. Someone was calling him. Calling
him by his real name. He knew it couldn't be his mother. She had died a while
ago. That meant it could only be one other person.

"Erol..." He said as his mind woke up. He remembered what he did yesterday,
he could still taste it in his mouth. But after Erol passed out, Torn took him
to his apartment. Torn left and went home himself. He laid down and went to
sleep.....and that was it.

"Not that your blow job wasn't fantastic but did you really think I would
fall asleep after cumming once?" Erol asked as if reading his mind. Torn could hear him walking around
the chair he was tied to. When he tried to open his eyes he found a big piece of
duct tape was keeping them closed. "You know better."

"Yeah I do." Torn said. "So where am I?"

"You tell me. Show me years of being in your little resistance group hasn't
made you soft." Erol said. Torn put his head back and inhaled deeply. 

"We're at the gun course." Torn said smelling the gun powder and metal. Erol
reached up and snatched the tape off his eyes, taking several of his eye lashes
with it.

"Very good." Erol said. He shooed away a fly that buzzed around him. It took
a liking to Torn instead.

"Is this pay back for last night?" Torn asked realizing he was tied
to a chair the same way Erol had been. He was position slightly sideways at the
end of a shooting range. 

"It's pay back for everything." Erol said as he presented his pistol.
"Recognize this?" he asked. Torn looked at it for a moment

"It's the very first gun I ever gave you." Torn said. "It used to be mine.
It's what I killed my predecessor with."

"You know, Baron Praxis is always telling me, I'm no where near as good as
you." Erol said as he walked down the long lane, away from Torn. "That I'm not
half the Commander you were. Always telling me I wasn't stronger, smarter or
better than Commander Torrance Reign."

"....."

"He's always telling me I only got to be commander by default. That I'd be
dead if you stayed with the KG." Erol said.

"I would've never killed you." Torn said.

"And I would've never killed you....we've been through this." Erol said as he
aimed for Torn. "In all honesty it should be the Baron strapped to that chair.
But I like it when you watch me." Erol looked and Torn's eyes weren't on
the gun. They were on him. "See how much I've improved." Erol fired and Torn
didn't flinch. The bullet whizzed right by him. After a moment Torn looked at
what Erol had hit. Splattered around the bullet hole was the reminisce of the
fly that had been buzzing around his head.

"I'm so proud." Torn said.

"That makes me happy." Erol said. He aimed and fired again. Torn looked at
the roach on the ground as it's remaining legs twitched. He fired off at random
targets in the room. Hitting a flickering light bulb, the security camera, and
three head shots on a practice dummy. He dropped the spent clip out of the gun
before he turned around to retrieve another one. He felt Torn's eyes going up
the back of his thighs, over every inch of him that was visible. "Seven
stitches." he said.

"Excuse me." Torn said.

"Seven stitches is what it took to repair what you broke inside of me. Three
different surgeries to repair my face."

"They did a good job." Torn said.

"Yeah." Erol said looking at his reflection in a nearby glass door. "But the
thing that gets me is that I still want you."

"Really?" Torn asked watching Erol walk back over to him. Erol straddled
Torn's legs and sat down in his lap.

"Yeah. Not like what caused the stitches but like before. When you used lay
me down in your bed and take my clothes off. Run your fingers over every
inch of my skin. You'd tell me how beautiful I was." Erol said as he brought his
legs up. He put his feet on the part of the chair that Torn didn't cover and
stood up, directly over Torn, so if he looked up, his face would go directly
into Erol's crotch. Which he did. "Mm..." Erol purred when Torn's nose
pushed into his clothed genitals. Torn inhaled deeply and sighed against the inside of Erol's
thigh.

"You still are beautiful." Torn said as he looked at the leather that covered
Erol's legs. Besides his pretty face, his legs were his best feature. They were
so defined and they led up to his perfect ass.

"When I wasn't thinking about having you inside me again - which
were rare moments-, I was thinking of how I would
kill you--

"I thought you couldn't." Torn said eyeing him for a moment.

"I can't...we've been over that twice now. But.... I can torture you. And the only torture I could
think to put you through that would have any effect on you, would be the same torture I
feel everyday you're not touching me." Erol said almost breathlessly as Torn
pulled at the fabric of his pants with his teeth. He groaned when Erol grabbed
his hair and pulled his head back roughly.

"You're right." Torn said. "Not touching you is torture."

"But you need to feel it from my end as well." Erol said. He let go and hoped
down from the chair. He untied Torn's legs and pulled his pants down to his
knees. "And the only way to accomplish that is if you feel what I felt. To be so
full and then be left with nothing." Torn didn't try to hide his erection when
Erol revealed it. "You're so beautiful." he said before he
kissed Torn passionately on the lips. Torn opened his mouth and accepted Erol's
tongue as it wrestled with his. The kiss made him whimper when Erol pulled away.

"Erol...." Torn sighed as he put his head back. Erol kissed down
his neck. letting his hands roam over Torn's chest and between his legs. "Un!"
he gasped when Erol's fingers ghosted over his erection. He suddenly stood up,
and walked to the back of the chair. He untied Torn's hands and pressed his gun
to the back of his head.

"On your knees." Erol said. Torn slowly eased out of the chair and kneeled on
the floor. Erol kicked the chair out of his way and knelt behind him. "Aww..."
Torn looked over his shoulder when Erol crooned. "You have such a cute ass,
Torn." Erol slid one finger down his crevasse and teased Torn's tight muscle. He
put down his gun and reached in his pocket for something.

"What are you waiting for?" Torn asked impatiently. He had prepared himself
for pain as soon as he woke up to the sound of Erol's voice. 'Maybe this is
the torture. Making me think he's gonna hurt me and then drawing it out until
the last minute when I don't expect it anymore.' he thought.

"I don't want to hurt you." Erol said sweetly as he let Torn see the small
packet of lube he had in his hand. "If I hurt you..." he said as he ripped the
packet open with his teeth. "...you won't want more." He spread the semi solid
jelly on his index and middle finger before he shoved them into Torn.

"Ah!" Torn yelped - catching himself before he let the entire scream out of
his mouth.

"But without a little pain it would be boring." Erol said as he worked them
in and out of Torn's tight orifice. Erol was right. Torn found himself pushed
back against the digits. He grunted when Erol stretched him apart.

"That's as ready as you're going to get. Has it really been that long since
you were on the receiving end, Torrance?" Erol asked and poured the rest of the
lubrication on his own erection. "Unh...!" Erol tried to keep himself from
moaning as he worked the slick lube around himself. Torn smirked at him.

"Still too sensitive for your own good, Archer?" Torn asked. Erol looked at
him sharply when Torn said his last name. Erol raised his hand and Torn braced
himself for a slap to his face but Erol smacked his ass instead.

"Oh!"

"No more talking or I'll gag you." Erol said.

"Promises, promises." he sang.

                   
Torn stiffened when he felt Erol pushing against his entrance. He panicked a
little. He thought about how stupid he was for not running this whole time. He
had been untied for a while now. And just to his left is where Erol had set his
gun.

'What would you be running from?' his mind suddenly asked him. He
closed his eyes and sighed feeling one of Erol's hands on his hip. 'See, all
you want is for him to touch you. It's all you've dreamt of for seven years.
Every time you cum you have to bite your lip to keep from screaming his name.'
Erol suddenly plunged into him. Cutting off any coherent thoughts and feelings
besides the burning pain of being stretched by his thick cock. "AHHHH!!" he
arched his neck back and screamed. He couldn't help it. He then ducked his head
down, so his hair and his hunched shoulders would hide the tears that fell out
of his eyes. 

"Damn." Erol sighed once he was seated inside Torn. "You're so tight....my
god." he rocked his hips slowly, loving how soft Torn was on the inside. "Oh my
god...." he sighed again. He withdrew and was about to push back in when
something caught his eye. A fine line of blood fell from Torn's entrance and
blazed a dark red trail down his thigh. "....You're a virgin?"

"Ah!...." Torn yelped when Erol pushed back in. Erol came down on Torn's
back. Resting his hands on either side of his torso. He brought one up and
cupped Torn's face and made him look at him.

"Torn, you are always full of surprises." Erol said as he started to gently
rock his hips. "Like I said before, I want you to want it, so just let me know
when you want me to--

"Fuck me...." Torn whispered against Erol's lips. He smirked. 

"That was incredibly sexy." he said. "But I know how much you like to be in
control, so come on." He stopped moving and urged Torn to do it himself. "You
want it?" he asked.

"Yesssss...." Torn moaned. He eased himself forward, and then back. Steadily
fucking himself on Erol. Erol kissed his cheek lovingly before he moved down to
his neck. "Oh...! Ah!" Torn admitted little grunts as he moved himself faster.
He pushed back particularly hard, trying to test how steady Erol was. It was
like slamming into a brick wall. A brick wall with it's dick up your ass. It
went so deep that Erol struck his prostate. "Ahh!"

"Getting brave?" Erol asked in his ear before his slid his tongue inside it.
He then kissed his way up the long outer shell and licked his way back down. His
hand left Torn's face to pull at his nipple. He teased the area around it before
he pinched and twisted it gently between his thumb and index finger.

"Mmm...." Torn was shaking. For torture it felt so good.

"That's what I feel every time you fuck me...." Erol purred in his ear.
"....unh damn!"

"Oh that's it!" Torn moaned. He wanted to feel more of the tickling ripples
striking that spot caused. He pushed back into Erol hard. He spread his legs
more and arched his back. Growling in frustration when he couldn't get Erol's
cock to strike his spot again. Erol kissed the back of his neck one more time
before he pushed himself up. He grabbed Torn's hips and held him still.

"It's right here." Erol said and thrust into Torn. And sure enough Torn felt
it again. Erol withdrew and hit it again.

"More.....harder!" Torn demanded.

"You sound like me." Erol said as he obeyed. "You made me scream like that my
first time."

"That's cause it feels so good!" Torn moaned putting his head back. "I'm so
close..." he whined.

"Then by all means--" Erol leaned over and snaked one hand around his hip. He
grasped Torn's painfully hard erection and began to pump it in time with his
thrusts. "--cum your brains out."

"Oh god." Torn moaned. Erol squeezed him and put the most delicious friction
along the sensitive under side of his cock. "EROL!!!" He didn't bite his lip or
his knuckles to keep the scream from coming out. "Erol!" he screamed his name
again, just cause it felt almost as good as the orgasm ripping through him. He
felt more of Erol's thick length when his inner walls tightened around him.
"Yes...." He moaned as his arms gave out from under him. The only thing holding
his hips up were Erol's hands. And with a few more thrusts into his rapidly
tightening passage he felt Erol still his movements as he came.

"Un....Torn." Erol rasped out as he emptied his load inside Torn. He looked
down at him and smirked. Torn was struggling to stay awake as he caught his
breath. He was still bucking his hips slightly and ever now and then he let out
a little moan. He actually squeaked when Erol withdrew all the way, making some
of his cum leak down his thighs.

"I want more." Torn sighed, blinking slowly.

"Let the torture begin."

TBC