|callisto24 (callisto24) wrote,|
@ 2008-07-19 10:14:00
|Entry tags:||fanfiction, kieferlou, picture|
Title: Triangle, The Second Part
Fandoms: The Triangle / 24
Genre: Crossover, drama, m/m slash
Characters: Meeno Paloma, Jack Bauer
Theme: Past Season 6. Jack Bauer is taking a break in Miami, where he meets Meeno Paloma, who still has problems with his experiences concerning the Bermuda Triangle.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, no money made!
Warnings: deathfic including violence, non-con; unbetaed, not my native language. If anyone would like to beta, please, feel welcome to do so.
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Meeno woke up with Jack’s legs wrapped around his own, with Jack’s arms lying across his chest, his face buried against his shoulder. He caught his breath suddenly unsure about the meaning of events. Carefully he freed himself, pushed up on one elbow to look into the peaceful face lying there next to him. Younger now, when tension and wrinkles seemed to be vanished like they had never existed. Comfortable, quiet in a way Meeno hadn’t noticed when he saw him awake.
He carefully stood up, headed to the bathroom in order to clean up. His legs felt rubbery, his hands trembled when he let the cold water flow over them. He washed his face too, before he left the bathroom only to stop. Jack wasn’t asleep anymore. He stood quietly, against the wall, his head leant back against its hardness.
Meeno stepped closer. A glance to the clock told him that they couldn’t have been asleep longer than an hour. Not enough to face another day yet.
Jack’s eyes were closed and Meeno got distracted for a moment by the memory of how he had looked like, how he had felt like when climaxing, when writhing beyond his own, aroused body. Both panting, both fighting, both struggling their way to completion.
“Hey”, he said, his voice hoarsely in his ears.
Jack didn’t answer.
Meeno felt a rush of guilt sweeping over him. Had he taken advantages of a situation? Did Jack regret what happened between them?
He gulped audibly, feeling the blood rushing into his cheeks. This time for shame, not for arousal.
“I’m sorry, if…”, he added, rising his hands clumsily and let them sink down to the sides of his body.
“I never meant to impose…”
For the first time Jack was speaking now, still his eyes closed. “You haven’t”, he said low. Very slowly he let his head roll from one side to the other, a careful imitation of shaking it.
“This isn’t…”, he sighed and opened his eyes to look at Meeno. A small smile twitched around the corners of his mouth and vanished before Meeno could claim it as what it was.
“Then… what… what have I done wrong?”, Meeno asked, feeling his face more reddening by the direction this conversation took.
Jack closed his eyes again. His eyelids fluttered.
“Nothing”, he breathed and Meeno watched his lips being pressed together. The muscles in his face worked, but no further sound escaped the mouth, which appeared still red and swollen from kissing.
Meeno stepped nearer, allowed his eyes to wander over the sculptured body. The pale skin glistened from sweat or other body fluids, the muscles worked beneath it, rippled without any use for their movements. The whole body screamed its tension out to Meeno without Jack uttering a sound.
Meeno bent his head. Carefully he breathed over Jack’s shoulder and neck, not approaching him too far, but still letting him become aware of his closeness.
He watched Jack using all his strength to keep inside whatever was disturbing him. Yet he stayed in place, made no move to escape.
Slowly Meeno touched the other man’s arm, lovingly rubbing its skin.
“It’s okay”, he whispered into Jack’s ear. “Let’s go back to bed. Sleep will help.”
Jack made a small sound clearing his throat. The tension keeping his body up lightened up a bit and he managed to nod shortly. Meeno led him back, helped him lie down, curling up to one side at once. He pulled the covers up and draped them around Jack, before he went around the bed and slipped into the warmth reaching out for Jack and pulling him into his arms. Jack let him, showed no resistance, no reaction at all. He stayed still, immobilized, suddenly feeling cold under the sheets.
Meeno wrapped himself closely around Jack enjoying the feeling of skin to skin, of their bodies close together, united in one bed, under the same covers. Warm and secure. He lifted his head and placed a kiss on Jack’s shoulder, feeling the shaking of the other man with each inch of where their skins touched, sucking it up, taking it for his own. Their legs entangled and Meeno meant to notice Jack loosening up. A shuddering sigh left the blond’s lips, a sign of relaxation, of giving up.
Meeno stroked the other man’s chest slightly, undemanding. Only to reassure, to calm him down, to make Jack feeling accustomed to his presence. That much he owed to him. No matter what Jack had said, he might haven’t been ready for what had happened.
“I’m really sorry”, Meeno whispered, allowing his head to sink down on the cushions, pulling Jack upwards for him to lean against his chest. He took the cold fingers in his own and held them tight.
“It’s me who should be sorry”, Jack answered suddenly.
Meeno startled. “Why is that?”, he said. “You haven’t done anything wrong. You… you couldn’t have done better.” He smiled a silly smile, hid it by dropping a kiss on Jack’s head. “You’ve been amazing”, he added, kissing Jack again. “It was…”
“Earth-moving?”, Jack asked, grinning suddenly and lifting Meeno’s hands to his lips. “Yeah, it was great. And just the right thing to do.”
“Yes.” Meeno hesitated. “Then what’s bothering you? Is there someone?”
Jack let out a deep breath.
“No”, he answered. “No one. Not anymore.”
Meeno waited, just letting his thumbs stroke Jack’s hands carefully, lovingly.
Finally Jack spoke again. “It’s just… you might not believe it. Otherwise…”
He paused again, choosing his words. “After the events of this evening, you might believe it as well.”
He sighed again and cleared his throat. “There is a pattern, Meeno. Everybody, I’m getting involved with, has to suffer one way or the other.”
“It sounds stupid, I know”, Jack said. “I… I tried to shove the thought away from me, but… but in the long run… I couldn’t.”
“That aren’t your thoughts”, Meeno whispered. “Someone placed this in your head. Don’t allow it to penetrate your soul.”
“That’s too late”, Jack answered. “There is a truth in it. What I have done… all the things I’ve done… they are coming back to me, sooner or later. The ghosts of the past are searching for me, no matter where I stay, what I do… they are finding me. And one of them will capture me and take me straight to hell. Hopefully before I’ll get the chance to destroy more lives than I’ve already done.”
Meeno grew silent, but he kept Jack in his arms, holding him tight, feeling warmth spreading through the other man’s limbs.
“Things happen”, he said at last. “Horrible things happen each day. We can only act the best way we know to. Everything else is not lying in our hands.”
Jack closed his eyes, stopped staring into the dark corner his gaze had been fixed on.
“I wish I could believe this”, he answered finally.
Meeno kissed Jack’s shoulder.
“Just try”, he said. “There should be a way for everyone of us. Otherwise there would be no reason to go on with all this crap.”
Jack stirred, turned around in Meeno’s arms to look into his eyes.
“What is your way?”, he asked.
Meeno smiled a bitter smile, looking down on Jack.
“I wish I’d knew”, he said and directed his gaze up to the ceiling. “I thought I’d found it. But now, that it’s gone, there has to be another reason for me to be alive. Even if I can’t see it properly.”
“But you see a hint”, Jack asked him low.
Meeno shrugged. “I don’t know. I… I used to go for cause, to keep heading for an aim. Even if it turned out to be a failure.” He silenced. Jack waited for him to go on and finally Meeno did so.
“When I lost my faith in… in the work I did serving the navy, I got the chance to become an activist for Greenpeace. Working with these people showed me that there are more than one problems existing in this world, needing attention. It was then, when… when it started…”
He silenced again and Jack understood.
“And how does your way look now?”, he asked softly.
“I’ve got an assignment”, Meeno answered. “Still waiting for things to be cleared up, but when formal issues will be handled, I’ll work for a special help organization in Africa. There were… there was this guy at Greenpeace whom I had assumed to be dead. But… but he still is alive and when he addressed me with the proposition I noticed it as a chance. Maybe as a sign. Who knows?”
“Yeah”, Jack answered low. “Who would know?”
For a moment it was just their breathing which could be heard in the silence.
“And you’re sure about this?”, Jack asked finally. “It’s a big step.”
“I hope so”, Meeno answered. “I can’t say that I’m not worried. I hate the idea to be parted from my sons, but… it’s better for them, too. Better, when I get a grip on my life again.”
“Yeah”, Jack answered. “Sounds good. Maybe it is something worth to take a risk.”
“It is”, Meeno said. “I’ve seen enough to know. There a many places in this world where help is needed. Probably one is as good as the other. It’s only… there are these pictures of children, boys in the age of my sons… alone, sick, suffering from hunger and violence, their whole family dying a slow death from HIV, leaving everything to these kids who should have the best time of their lives… laughing, playing, going to school. Not being armed and forced to do the most horrible things even an adult wouldn’t bear having done.” Meeno took a deep breath. “Thinking about them makes me wanna act. I keep forgetting everything when I feel the need to do something, to make a change.”
“I understand”, Jack whispered.
And somehow, following a strange impulse he arched up to touch Meeno’s lips with his. And Meeno seemed to feel his urge because he bowed down and covered Jack’s mouth with his. Their tongues played, their lips moved against each other, slowly, tenderly, sealing the bond they had started a few hours ago.
It shouldn’t last.
Suddenly a loud, banging sound cut the air. Another one followed.
Faster than Meeno had ever expected him to move, Jack jumped out of the bed. Meeno startled, sitting up quickly, following him.
“It’s the door”, Jack whispered. “Your door.”
Meeno watched him wide-eyed ruffling through his clothes, pulling out the weapon he had carried with him.
“Dammit”, Jack cursed. “I should have known.”
The sound appeared again. Something heavy fell against the door, nearly removed it from its angles.
Jack crouched forward, aimed at the entrance, which suddenly crashed open, revealing a dark shape stumbling, falling inside.
Jack froze in place, aiming the gun at the figure lying still for a moment. A groan was heard and the man shivered, tried to come up, to crawl forwards.
Meeno stared in shock at the late intruder. His gaze moved to Jack and his eyes widened even more when he noticed the open fear his body was shaking with.
Jack dropped his gun suddenly, dropped to his knees beside the figure, reaching out for the man.
“What happened”, he whispered with a strained voice. “What are you doing here?”
Meeno tried to calm down his heartbeat, took a deep breath and passed the two men in order to reach the door. After a careful look outside which showed him that no one had followed, neither a neighbor had come out, he shut the door and turned to Jack who was holding the stranger’s face in his hands.
He looked up, meeting Meeno’s gaze, swallowed dryly.
“Help me bring him inside”, he pleaded. “He’s hurt.”
Meeno hurried at his side and together they dragged the limp body over the floor and managed to lean him against the couch where Jack carefully opened his jacket, examining the body.
“Chase”, he whispered frightened. “What the hell… what have you done?”
“Jack…” A hoarse voice answered. “Jack, I… I’ve found you.”
Meeno switched on the light. He gasped when he noticed Jack’s hands covered in blood.
“I… I’ll call the ambulance…”
He headed for the phone.
Jack looked up at him, eyes red and shook his head.
“It’s too late”, he whispered, his voice breaking.
“Jack… listen to me.” Blue lips moved in a pale face.
“Jack… I’ve found you… they will find you, too.”
“Who…”, Jack breathed. “What are you talking about.”
“It’s Heller”, Chase croaked. “He… he’s seeking for you… mad… madly. It’s… Audrey died and he…”
“Sh…” Jack placed two fingers on Chase’s lips. “Don’t talk anymore. Save your breath.”
He looked up to Meeno, desperation in his eyes. Meeno already had dialed the number waiting for someone to answer his call.
Suddenly he heard a click and the connection was broken. He shook the phone but nothing happened.
Jack held Chase cradled in his arms, stroking his face with shivering hands.
He looked up to Meeno. “Go”, he whispered. “Run fast, as long as you can. They…”
At this moment the door broke open again. Jack tried to reach for his gun but tears blurred his sight. His hands trembled, his body shook in pain. He barely felt the blow knocking him out. He didn’t notice Meeno being overwhelmed. Had no idea that unconsciousness hit them both at the same time, allowed them both to sink into nothingness.
* * *
Jack woke up with a headache. He blinked, tried to make out his surroundings but wasn’t able to recognize more than grey shadows whirling around him. He closed his eyes again, tried to calm his breathing, to slow down his heartbeat before he opened them for another try.
In fact it was dark. Coolness crawled around his body which felt smashed down violently into a hard corner. Jack moved his hands, noticing that they weren’t tied but still deaf from earlier treatment. He let his fingers slide over the cold and uneven stone floor, lifted them up to touch his aching head which leant against the rough walls.
A small stream of light shone above him and when he narrowed his eyes, he saw a tiny window just beyond the ceiling. Wooden plates covered it, but couldn’t prevent a hint of the arising daylight to allow him making out slowly where he was. Definitely a cellar, definitely the early hours of the morning. Jack listened, but nothing could be heard. It was silent inside and out.
No sounds of traffic, no sounds of any living beings. Jack squeezed his eyes shut when memory hit him. Chase and his words. What did he say? Audrey dead? Jack shook his head, letting a painful groan escape his lips.
A voice reached his ear, lost an exhausted in the darkness like he felt himself.
“Jack… is it you?”
He blinked again, searched help from the slight stream of light to make him recognize his surroundings.
Sounds like a man standing up slowly, staggering, holding himself upright by touching the wall.
“Yeah, it’s me”, Meeno answered.
“Oh god.” Jack’s head sank back against the wall. “I’m so sorry… so…”
Meeno stumbled closer. When he sensed the other body, he let himself drop on the floor near Jack.
One hand touched Jack’s arm, gripped on it tightly.
“It’s not your fault”, Meeno said, allowing the words to slip down casually and convincing at the same time. But Jack wasn’t listening.
“It is”, he repeated. “And I am sorry. Please, you’ve got to believe me.”
Blue eyes searched the darkness for the familiar face and found it at last, just like Meeno was able to see the desperate features of the other man, to recognize the impact of his pleas.
Heavy steps were heard from the outside, crumpling down the stairs leading to the place where they were locked in. A rattling gave proof of the chains keeping the door closed, a squeaking sound showed the effort necessary to open the door.
Sudden light penetrated the room, gave a clear picture of the sticky and dusty surroundings. At least five men rushed in. Clicking sounds betrayed the weapons they were directing at Jack and Meeno, before they could see them.
“Don’t move”, a tall and bully man ordered and Jack felt like recognizing him from the attack of the evening.
“What’s with him?”, Jack croaked. “There’s no reason for him to be here. He has nothing to do with…”
His throat hurt and his visions blurred but suddenly he felt Meeno’s hand on his arm again.
“Don’t”, Meeno managed to whisper even before the man stepped nearer and rammed his weapon into Jack’s stomach. Jack groaned and glided aside, curling up, breathing heavily through the pain.
“You’re not allowed to speak! Just listen”, the man said and made a threatening gesture towards Meeno who ducked down aside immediately.
“Okay… won’t…”, Jack uttered, his hand catching Meeno’s side like he needed something to hold on.
Light flamed on, blinding them, when slow, hard steps were heard. A man approaching them, coming nearer, hesitantly like he had to bring himself to it.
Jack blinked against the light, but knew before he could see him.
“Jack”, Heller said. “Thought you had given up hiding.”
He snorted and gestured to the men who lowered their weapons.
Jack looked at Meeno who sat beside him, frozen in place, staring at the man in front of them.
“Let him go”, Jack said. “He has nothing to do with this.”
“It’s me, who decides, Jack. Not you”, Heller snarled. “Better you keep your mouth shut and listen.”
Jack glanced quickly back to Meeno and followed the other man’s example, lowered his gaze.
Silence stretched awkwardly, making him squirm inside.
Heller rubbed his temple, staring down at the two men.
“I heard you know what happened.”
Jack glanced upwards. “I do. I’ll accept whatever you have in your mind for me. But leave this man alone. He has nothing to do with us, knows nothing about you or me.”
“He had seen enough”, Heller mentioned and with another look to the man he added: “Besides, I’ve got a really good impression of what you had done tonight. He is already lost. You should have considered earlier.”
Jack’s eyes flickered, but Heller noticed his quick look at the door.
He laughed. “Forget it, Jack. There is no one to help you, nobody. No chance to escape, either. My men are well-trained and they’ve got their instructions.”
“I don’t know what you want”, Jack breathed.
“You will learn soon enough”, Heller answered. “You’ll pay for what you’ve done, pay for everything.”
Jack closed his eyes, defeated.
Heller gestured behind him and one of the men brought a chair inside. Heller sank down on it with a sigh.
“Before I’ll send you to hell, I wanna see you hurting, humiliated. I want to see you bleed and cry and beg. For one time you should lose your self-control. You should break down and learn how it feels to lose everything.”
“I already lost everything”, Jack groaned.
“You might think so”, Heller grinned. “But seeing you trying to protect this man, I know better. You haven’t lost everything or you wouldn’t keep up fighting for his life.”
“What can I do?”, Jack begged.
“Nothing, Jack.” Heller looked at him. “There is no hope for you or for your friend.”
The men lined up at the wall in regular distances. Again they looked ready to shoot, ready to act in each way Heller demanded.
“So, Jack.” Heller leant forward. “Ever done it in front of some heavy armed, horny men?”
Jack looked at him in shock, but didn’t answer.
“That’s right, Jack. I want you to get off and I want to watch it. If the sight pleases me, I’ll maybe show mercy for your friend. If the show is boring… he’ll die a painful death and you’ll have to watch everything before the same will happen to you.”
“You’re crazy”, Jack croaked. “You’re…”
“When I’m crazy then I am because of you”, Heller stated. “I’d have a life, a family, a career. You destroyed each of it.”
“That’s not true…”, Jack coughed, trying to stand up. But Meeno gripped him hastily, held him down.
“Ah, you see?”, Heller laughed. “Your friend is clever. He sees his chance.”
His face grimaced. “I want to see you being fucked. Now. On your hands and knees.”
Meeno bent to Jack’s ear. “We’ve done this already”, he said. “We can do it again. I’ll help you through.”
“No”, Jack breathed. “No. He’ll kill us anyway.”
“So it’s time we have to fight for. Maybe things will change.”
Rough hands parted them, drew Jack in the middle of the room, kicked him down until he lay on the hard ground, knees pulled up, shivering in his nakedness.
“Enough talking”, Heller commanded. “It’s time for the action.” He lifted one hand and the men left Jack and went for Meeno, pulling him forward until he sat next to Jack.
Heller looked at him. “It’s your turn”, he said, light flickering in his eyes. “You can take him right here without preparation. But I’ll give you the chance to loose him up a bit.”
Meeno breathed heavily.
He took Jack in his arms, lifted him up to whisper to him. “I can do that”, he breathed into Jack’s ear. “I can do that, and we’ll get a chance.”
“No.” Jack groaned. “Don’t. Let them end this right now.”
“They won’t”, Meeno answered with a sideward glance. “They won’t make it that easy on us.”
Jack shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters anymore. It’s too late.”
“No”, Meeno kissed his ear. “It isn’t. There might be a plan.”
A bitter laughter stirred up in Jack’s stomach, faded away before it could break free.
“Meeno”, Jack whispered. “Let them do their shit and wait for it to end.”
“Enough waiting”, Meeno said and turned Jack’s face to him in order to cover Jack’s lips with his own. He kissed him hard and demanding, as if he wanted to convince the man of his opinion. Jack opened up to him, clutching to the hard body for life, forgetting the people around them. Just until Heller’s voice interrupted, made them break apart in shock. Meeno’s eyes hang on Jack’s reddened lips, still tasting him, knowing that he would never be able to let go.
“That’s cute”, Heller snarled. “But I want more.” He nodded to one of the guards and the men stepped forward, bringing his weapon down on Jack’s head with a loud thump. Meeno tried to pull him away but he wasn’t acting fast enough. The blow hit Jack just on the place Meeno had kissed before, made his head dangle sideward. For an instant Meeno thought Jack had lost consciousness, but before he could grip for him in order to shake him awake, Jack’s eyelids fluttered and shot open.
He made no sound, but when he tried to reach for the new wound, Meeno stopped him. He held Jack’s arm away by encircling his body quickly with two strong arms.
“It will be alright”, he whispered before turning the man around.
“That’s it”, Heller coughed. “On your hands and knees, I said.”
“Try to hold upright”, Meeno said while positioning Jack like demanded. “I’ll help you through it.”
Jack’s legs wobbled and his arms felt like jelly when he tried to hold the position.
“I’ll try”, he promised breathlessly, when he felt Meeno’s hands wandering along his ass, circling on his waist, searching for a way to hold him steadily. Next there were fingers gliding over his still slightly sore opening. He felt them hesitate, felt Meeno turn his head and look for Heller.
Heller leant forward, his breathing quickening.
“No lube”, he said. “No condoms. I want to see him being torn open and bloody. Flesh on flesh. Remember: It will be the last thing for you to do.”
Meeno’s stomach curled, but he bent over Jack and kissed his back, sending cold shivers along Jack’s spine. Jack couldn’t stop the trembling. When Meeno brought one hand in front of his face, let his fingers glide along the lines of his lips, until Jack understood and sucked them in. Jack’s mouth closing around his fingers, his tongue playing involuntarily though expertly, sent shivers directly into Meeno’s groin. He heard Heller shift in his seat, heard him his mouth open for another command. Quickly he removed his hand, stroke along Jack’s side. His other arm wandered upwards trying to get hold on Jack’s shoulder. He approached Jack from behind, nudging his legs further apart in order to kneel between them. Jack shuddered with his closeness and at the same time Meeno pushed one of his finger between his ass cheeks, entering him without warning.
Still loose from their sharing only a few hours ago, his finger met no resistance when it slipped in, passed the sphincter without difficulties. Meeno gave up being careful. The movements behind them told him that Heller had ordered another guard to strengthen his commands.
He added another finger, moving two of them in and out repeatedly, making Jack squirm around them. Meeno had feared to have difficulties in becoming aroused, but the hardening of his shaft proved different. The muscles in Jack’s back worked, when his arms were close to give in. In and out these fingers moved, a third one added, meeting his prostate with each thrust.
In the fog surrounding Jack’s brain, strange, uncalled visions arrived, unclear thoughts formed in the back of his mind. How could he be aroused, surrounded by men who intended to kill him each moment. When he had sealed the fate of another innocent person, adding to his guilt. How destroyed must he be, how fucked up to get a hard-on in a situation like this.
But there was no escape. His throbbing cock proved it, bouncing in rhythm with the penetrations of Meeno’s fingers. And he uttered a choked-off sound, something between a sob and a groan not knowing that this sound meant the encouragement Meeno needed. He sobbed himself when removing his fingers, when straddling Jack’s back, when leaning over, nudging with the head of his penis against the pale cheeks.
“Do it”, Heller croaked hoarsely. “Otherwise I’ll kill you both right now. And I swear, it won’t be easy on you.”
Meeno shivered with the cruelness of his voice. He gulped, tried to regain strength, to regain the hardness he needed in order to fulfill his order. With one rough movement he pulled Jack nearer to himself and let one of his hands roam over the lean back while his other one positioned his cock. Jack sighed and Meeno felt his balls tense and rise with the sound, his shaft hardening again. Jack felt Meeno’s insecurity and suddenly he forgot everything and everyone around them. Suddenly no one else existed but Meeno and him and his longing to feel this cock again inside him. To feel it move, to feel it fill him up completely, roughly, to give him a taste of the upcoming. He moaned and wiggled his ass against the cock straining to connect their bodies. The world around them faded away, left them alone with their desire, the aim they had to reach. Meeno groaned and pushed straight forward. Jack sensed the head penetrating his entrance and it wasn’t enough. He dropped down to his elbows, lowered his upper body and spread his legs eagerly. Meeno sensed him open up and with one swift movement he buried his length deep inside the other man, receiving a moan. Jack thought he might be split apart and it felt good. He longed for it, longed for the hardness, for the friction, for the unbearable burning giving away to pleasure. Meeno pulled out of him and slowly, so slowly pushed in his whole length, deeper than he had been before. Jack held his breath. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t utter a sound when Meeno moved his hips, hammering inside him with short, hard strokes loosening Jack up, making him want to scream. He couldn’t hold himself upright anymore, his head came down, cheek pressing against the floor, scratching up the skin when his face was shoved forward with the powerful strokes. Mercilessly Meeno pumped into him, getting carried away by the sheer violence of his assault.
“Harder, faster”, Heller commanded and Meeno obeyed shutting out each logical thought, each judgement concerning what he was doing. Low grunts rewarded him, made it clearer than any word could, that Jack loved the fuck, that he couldn’t get it hard enough, fast enough, rough enough. Meeno gripped Jack’s hips and held them in place, while he battered the firm ass. He panted, groaned. Sweat dripped from his face, covered his body as well as it covered Jack’s. Meeno pulled Jack closer, pressed in from a different angle and this time he made Jack scream, hitting his prostate. He pulled out completely, with agonizing patience only to ram himself inside the tight entrance again. Jack screamed and howled in pleasure and in pain when the hard shaft slid inside him, touching, rubbing his ass walls, hitting his sensitive spot again and again and again until he squirmed and begged and pleaded desperately for release. But Meeno showed no mercy. Again and again he shoved his rock-hard member inside the already sore opening, moving it around, touching each nerve with forceful power. Jack had never felt that whole before, that filled, when Meeno plundered his ass expertly. Pulling out and slamming in again. Waiting, holding still until Jack ached for the strong movement inside him, heading deeper and deeper, devouring all of him, fucking his brains out. And this was what Meeno did. He stopped only to start the battering again. Changing from short, hard strokes into long, deep ones. He buried his shaft inside Jack, feeling the clutch of his tightness around him, squeezing his member until it hurt. But still he couldn’t come, couldn’t give up yet. He breathed heavily, nearly not noticing the strokes landing on his back when the guard was ordered to encourage him. Through red-rimmed eyes he glanced aside, saw Heller leaning back in his chair, fisting his own cock. Another glance told him that the guards around already had opened their zippers and were jerking off, eyes fixed on Jack, whose submissive position seemingly made an impression on them. But he was his, and he had to do his best.
Meeno threw his head back and howled to the ceiling while he fucked Jack with long strokes, going deep, pulling out nearly completely. Jack yelled when Meeno hit his prostate forcefully. The dark-haired felt him clench around his shaft, shuddering, near to climax without him having touched Jack’s leaking cock yet.
The men around them jerked off with increasing violence. The air was filled with hard breathing and the sounds of rustling clothes. Grunts and groans, weapons slipping through sweaty fingers.
And Jack felt Meeno’s cock swelling up inside him, growing to incredible size, throbbing and vibrating deep in him. He arched up, overwhelming Meeno’s tight grip, allowing the shaft to slid incredible deep before it twitched, twisted and exploded. Hot liquid shot inside him, creamed his insides before they overflew and he sensed Meeno’s cum dripping out of his ass. Meeno’s shaft pulsed and moved while Meeno grind his hips against Jack in a further attempt to mimic their wild fucking. But though his heart hammered wildly and his mind felt dizzy, Meeno succeeded to direct his attention to their watchers. He heard them groaning, saw sticky cum splaying from their bouncing shafts. Heller leant in his chair, panting violently, pulling vehemently on his cock.
The sight of these men, fucking violently. Their muscles tensing and relaxing, their hips moving and grinding, the sounds they were making, aroused him more than he had ever expected. And then Jack, his Audrey’s Jack squirming in the strong, bronze arms of this handsome stranger, was better than anything he could ever have dreamt of. Heller watched both of them, lips pressed shut to prevent himself from crying in pleasure. Revenge at its best. He would always remember the sight of Jack being humiliated, being broken just before he died a painful, lasting death. Heller sighed and came over his hand. But when his world stood still he didn’t notice what was going on meanwhile.
He didn’t notice Meeno turning with unexpected force. The distracted guard who stood next to him, who just had landed a blow on Meeno’s back was caught off-guard, when the dark-haired man put his weight on his hands, pushed his feet from the ground and kicked with all the strength he could bring up the guards legs aside until he stumbled with a shriek, lost balance and fell hard on the floor.
Heller didn’t notice either that Jack, who had broke down just for one, agonizing moment after Meeno had removed his cock from his ass in a shocking hurry, managed to roll on his back and come up right in time to catch the weapon Meeno had wrenched from the guard’s arms and thrown to him in an instant.
The remaining guards noticed too late. Before they could come back to their senses, before they could grasp for their abandoned weapons, Jack had prepared the gun, unlocked its safety and was already emptying the magazine in chests and heads of the men who had watched them, spraying their blood all over the walls. He didn’t took the time to aim properly, to watch them fall, struggle, their legs kicking before they went still, just fired without an expression, without an emotion visible in his face.
Meanwhile Meeno fought with the man next to the guard he had knocked down and who slowly came up again. He succeeded in preventing him from getting close to his weapon but he couldn’t prevent him from overwhelming him, shoving him down and against the wall. With horror in his eyes he watched the bully man bow down to reach for his weapon. Too fast. He couldn’t get up quick enough, couldn’t wrench the deadly instrument from the angry man’s fingers who turned round and aimed on Jack. Jack was oblivious, firing into the different direction, taking out man after man before they could shoot at him. Few managed but no one skillful enough to hurt Jack properly. Meeno noticed blood appearing from scratches where bullets had failed to penetrate his body. Instead they had ripped his skin open and slammed into the wall.
But this man was aiming straight at Jack and he was about to shoot.
“Nooo”, Meeno screamed frightened and with a strength he hadn’t known possessing, he crawled forward, pushed himself up from the floor, just at the right time to throw himself between the bullets and Jack who turned, only to see Meeno drop down on the floor, his chest ripped open. Fresh blood splashing from the mortal wound.
Jack screamed himself, landing the last bullet in the head of the man, whose weapon fell from his hands with a loud bang, awkwardly the last sound that could be heard. Silence. The smell of blood, Meeno down on the floor. Jack stumbled to him, kneeled beside the dark-haired, taking Meeno’s head between his hands, caressing it softly. Tears welt up in his eyes, preventing him from getting a clear sight.
Blue shining lips moved. Jack brought his face down to listen to the whispered words.
“Don’t forget, Jack…” Meeno said before he took his last breath and stilled with a last heaving of his damaged chest.
Jack bent over him, touching the upper body, smearing blood all over his hands, when he tried to stop the flooding. Knowing it was too late, knowing he couldn’t change a thing, but yet unable to face the truth.
“No”, he whispered. “No… please.” He cradled Meeno in his arms, starting to sob desperately.
Tears streamed down his cheeks, rolled over his face to be caught with his dry lips. He tasted the salt just when the first sound reached his ear. The first sound since what seemed to be to him an eternity.
Heller lay in his chair, spread, pale, cock limp but clearly visible on the surface of his trousers.
“Jack… you…” he groaned, and Jack noticed the red spot growing on his white shirt, just above his belly. He must have been hit by one of the bullets which had been aimed at him, which had killed Meeno.
With a sound more a howl than a sob, Jack got up, lifted a weapon which had slipped from one of the guards hands from the floor and shot Heller right into the chest, right there where Meeno had been hit. He emptied the weapon by reassuring that no one of his helpers stayed alive, hitting them straightly into their brains, before it fell from his fingers, smashed on the floor to stay there, quietly.
It hadn’t lasted longer than a few minutes, probably less, but the world had changed again, left him with fragile dreams destroyed before they had time to develop. But he wouldn’t forget.
He knew now.
What Meeno had said, what he had done, remained in his heart and when Jack climbed up the stairs, slipping with his own blood dropping down from his wounds, he promised to himself that Meeno’s sacrifice would be honored. That what he had done, what he had intended to do, would last. That he had no choice but to take Meeno’s place, to go to Africa, to go for him.
And when he stood in front of the ocean, watched the grey waves breaking against the cliffs and he suddenly, for the first time understood the power of The Triangle.