The Syndicate

Author's Notes: Thanks to all my Readers/Raters/Reviewers. Enjoy.





"Dialogue."



Narrative



~Character Thoughts~



***Dream Sequence***



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The sun painted the sky in magnificent hues of lavish blues and sensuous reds, illuminating the downtown apartment . The persistent cooing of pigeons pierced the early morning silence. Rays of sunlight penetrated the vertical blinds of the floor to ceiling windows, creeping across the parquet floor onto the massive bed, rousing it's occupants. The slighter male began to shift around in a futile attempt to regain comfort; illiciting a grunt of dissatisfaction from the larger.



Having abandoned all hope of regaining sleep, Eian awoke becoming instantly aware of two things. The first was the searing pain traveling up his backside in pulsating waves.



~ Damn... This is what happens when he gets too hammered... He tore me up real bad.~



The second being the tattooed left arm that pinned him against a muscular chest. A chest that he happily nuzzled further in to. Eian marveled at the inked white serpent that wound it's way up from Jack's elbow across his shoulder and onto his chest; the color of the ink contrasted perfectly against Jack's tanned skin.



The tattoo serves as a mark of sorts. It was only given to a Lieutenant who is a candidate to become an under boss. To the best of Eian's knowledge Jack had only been in the Syndicate for a few years and for someone to move up the ranks that quickly meant that that person had to have done some pretty horrible things.



This realization both terrified and captivated the young man. His chestnut eyes wandered further up and rested on a pair of sleep clouded azure eyes. The boy let out a slight gasp of surprise, wondering if he was being watched from the very start, slowly a blush started to spread across his cheeks.



"You're awake?" A slight nod was all the boy received in reply.



The arm that anchored him was surreptitiously removed, leaving the boy feeling cold and alone.



"Not to sound repetitive, but what are you still doing here?"



Eian knew that It was a rhetorical question but he was consigned to answer none the less. "The council has ordered that I be at your constant service. For that to happen I would have to remain here permanently." The look of anger that flashed across Jack's face did not go unnoticed by the younger man.



"I would have told you last night but you were wasted." The boy quickly uttered to appease the older man.



"Who the fuck do those old bastards think they are?" Bellowed Jack to no one in particular, as he sat up in bed. "They just up and decide that I need a house boy all of a sudden and I'm just supposed to accept it?"



Tossing the duvet off of himself, Jack swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Having a hard time getting to his feet as he stumbled to the bathroom, no doubt the after effects of the amount of alcohol he consumed the night before.



The boy pulled the duvet off of his body and felt a shiver run through it at the sudden assault of cold air. He hopped off the bed and quickly gave chase, all thought of pain driven out of his head. Eian reached the bathroom just in time to have a door slammed in his face. Through the door he could hear Jack's muffled curses and indignant out cries.



"Hey, I'm not just a piece of ass god dammit." The boy screamed through the thick mahogany wooden door, "I can cook and clean. Hell I'll even do laundry. I don't need much and if you want I'll sleep on the couch, if that makes you feel better."



His cries fell on deaf ears. The only sound that greeted Eian was the flush of a toilet and the sound of a running shower head.




Fifteen minutes had passed and Eian still found no answer. He resorted to doing something that was beneath even him.



"Please... whatever happens I can't go back to the stable and tell them that I was turned down. They'd... they'd treat me like a common whore... I'd be put to work on a corner. Please I'm begging you just give it a chance. Give me a chance..."



Chestnut eyes brimmed with tears, as the boy sagged to the floor.



~It's hopeless... Why would anyone want a dirty whore like me?~



Suddenly the bathroom door opened. There standing in the doorway was Jack dripping wet with a fluffy white towel wrapped around his trimmed waistline. He looked at the pitiful nude lump on his floor with an air of indifference. He had never seen the boy look so frail and vulnerable before.



"Don't give me that shit, I like my peace and my privacy. I don't need some fucking piece of ass trying to become a permanent fixture in my life. You got that?" Said Jack as he toweled off his hair.



The boy remained silent, unwilling to meet the others piercing gaze.



~He's right... I am nothing more then a cheap fuck... a 'piece of ass'--- ~



"Get your shit and don't fuckin' come back. Is that understood?"



Eian frantically nodded his head as tears started to stream down his gaunt face.



"Now get up and go."



The boy shakily got to his feet but quickly collapsed in a heap on the floor, a small screech of pain escaped his throat. Every nerve in his frail body was alight with unfathomable pain.



Instinctively Jack moved forward and scooped the boy up in his arms carrying him towards the bathroom. The boy weakly struggled in Jack's powerful arms



"Let me go!" Cried out Eian, "I don't need your help"



"You're bleeding," muttered Jack as he lowered the boy into the massive jet-spa bathtub, turning on the tap and adjusting the water temperature to lukewarm.



As the water filled the tub and reached the young man's backside he let out a hiss of pain. The water began to take on a pinkish tint.



Jack's exterior features remained as impassive as stone. Although on the inside his emotions tore at him like a bladed whirlwind. He had to contend with a volley of feelings. First and foremost was the nagging guilt that devoured him from the inside out. He carefully washed the boy from head to toe using a luffa, taking extra care to avoid further injuring him.



Eian weakly attempted to get out of the tub but a firm hand kept him still.



"Don't move, you idiot." Jack bit out harshly, "You're hurt and if you move around too much- "



"I don't need your pity!" yelled out the boy, sobs racked his wiry frame as he stared up at Jack through tear clouded eyes.



Jack's impossibly blue eyes darkened.



~Damn kid... I just... I just want to be left alone... Is that too much to ask for? ~



Jack stared at Eian intensely.



Suddenly Jack leaned down into the tub and grabbed the back of the boys' head bringing Eian's lips forward to mesh gently against his. At first Jack kissed the boy in a sincere and earnest manner. But soon he could no longer restrain himself and he initiated a passionate dance of tongue, teeth, and lips; illiciting moans of surprise and pleasure from the slighter man.



Both men broke apart panting for breath. Aroused foggy blue met stunned chestnut. No further words needed to be exchanged between the pair. Eian accepted that his situation would be resolved at Jack's pace and Jack contemplated the challenges that the boy would introduce to his lifestyle.



For the time being Eian would continue to allow himself to be pampered; if only it meant that Jack kept his strong yet gentle hands on him a little longer.



When Jack felt that the boy was properly cleaned, he drained all the water from the tub. After giving Eian a final rinse he began to towel the boy dry. cradling Eian in his arms Jack carried the boy back to the bed, laying him down with the utmost care. Eian immediately curled up into a ball and drifted off to sleep.



~Would it have been like this with you?... Chase--- ~



The sound of his cell phone ringing interrupted Jack's turbulent thoughts. He picked up the sleek black gizmo and took a glance at the screen-



"Marko... No... Not now, I got something to take care of... well fuck them!" Bellowed Jack into the receiver, but instantly felt a pang of regret as the young man stirred behind him, "Listen Marko I don't need this shit, especially not now... Just reschedule it for later on tonight. Alright...I said alright... let me let you go... bye."



Jack tossed the phone on the night stand. He walked back into the bathroom and found his discarded clothes from the night before, they reeked of alcohol and tobacco. After rummaging through his coat pocket he produced a pack of menthol's and a lighter. Jack pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, taking a deep drag off of it seemed to put him at ease for the time being. He made his way over to the large floor to ceiling windows and slightly pulled apart the blinds to view the now awoken city as it bustled with life. The mid-sky high sun made the sky scrapers glitter and glow in an all too familiar way.



Jack raked his free hand through his thick mane of straw colored hair, exhaling a plume of smoke.



~It's going to be a beautiful day... ~