The Syndicate

Author\'s Notes: Lisa, get your mind out of the gutter Missy. But I must admit, a threesome would be very tempting to write out :P Oh, BTW are there any artists out there; who would be willing to sketch out Jack/Eian/Marko or any combo of those characters. It would be greatly appreciated and if interested you may respond in a review or message me at aelhana3@live.com



Thank you in advance, enjoy this chapter.I will update soon. :)





"Dialogue."



Narrative



~Character Thoughts~



***Dream Sequence***



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***Again he was there in that grimy back alley on his knees, cradling the steadily cooling body in his arms. A flurry of snow swept through the alley, concealing their presence entirely. The bitter December air enveloped him, with each breath he took his lungs burned in retaliation.



"Hang in there Chase... you\'re gonna\' make it. I promise..." He whispered, applying pressure to the oozing wound. Carefully he brushed a blood slicked lock of ebony hair behind the dying boys\' ear.



A hacking cough was the only response, as blood began to seep through parted bluing lips. The once vibrant olive toned skin, steadily took on a sickly pale blue complexion.



The boys\' hair fanned out around his head forming a halo; a halo that sharply contrasted against the powdered ground. A shivering hand carefully threaded through ebony tresses.



The blond squeezed Chase tighter to his body, desperately trying to keep him warm. Blood seeped into Jack\'s pristine button down, turning the fabric into a tie dye of vibrant reds and faint pinks.



But it was to no avail, Chase would die shortly, he always did. Regardless of what Jack tried to do, he could never save the boy. Sometimes the dream would differ if only slightly, but no matter how subtle or how profound the change; it always ended in the same way.



"JACK!"



Jack faintly registered that his name was being called, over the blare of sirens in the distance.



"Jack! Where are you?!" The man bellowed out in desperation.



He was too preoccupied with the dying boy to care. Chase\'s breathing had become labored, Jack could see the boy\'s breath rise in small puffs.



Panting for breath Chase managed a weak smile, "Jack, I... I... I love you" Chase reached up and touched Jack\'s tear stained cheeks, smearing blood onto the blond\'s face.



Jack grasped the boys\' hand and kept it tight to his face. He stared into his eyes and began to weep as the life started to fade from them.



With a last shuddering breath luminous hazel eyes, turned into a murky shadow of their form glory.



Foot steps came to a skidding halt behind him, the man had slid in the bloody slush, "Jack! Come on we have to go...."



Jack looked up at the shadowed figure. It was Marko.



"Come on damn it, we can\'t stay here any longer." The panic in the usually collected brunette\'s voice, was troubling. But Jack could not bring himself to care



"Chase..." Jack croaked out, his voice raw from the onslaught of tears.



"He\'s gone Jack..." Said the brunette remorsefully, "There is nothing we can do for him. We have to go, now."



"I promised..." Tears streamed down the blond\'s bright pink cheeks, "I promised... I promised... I promised..." Jack repeated the mantra over and over again,slipping into a catatonic state.



Marko grabbed Jack and dragged him away forcefully.



As soon as contact with Chase was broken, he exploded into a fevered wave of fury. He struggled and kicked, making himself slip and slide on the slush.



"LET ME GOOOO!" His outraged command fell on deaf ears.



Marko\'s vice-like grip would not relent, Jack elbowed his captor in the gut making him loosen his grasp. The blond made a mad dash to the cool body on the ground, but before he could get to him he was grabbed from behind; this time he knew he would not be able to get away.



Outstretched hands scrambled frantically to grasp at the body, it was futile he would never hold Chase again. He would never get to reiterate his love to the man who had just confessed to loving him.



He would never... "CHAAAAAASE!"***



Blood shot eyes snapped open, Jack was barely aware that he was in his own living room. Everything appeared to blur together and his eyes refused to bring anything into focus. His hand was still outstretched and his cheeks were damp.



The merciless cooing of the pigeons, worsened his alcohol induced migraine.



A hand shot up to massage his throbbing temple, "Uhhg..." He groaned out. Jack noticed that his tattoo had been cleaned and dressed.



Jack let loose a loud, jaw popping yawn. "Fuckin\' rats with wings," he mumbled.



After working out the numerous cricks in his body and popping a few vertebrate back into place; the blond gave a languid cat-like stretch.



Jack rose off of the couch, he faintly noticed the black duvet as it slid off of him and onto the floor. What stood out the most, was the intoxicating blend of lavender and sex that clung to the duvet; the smell of which only made his morning erection strain harder against it\'s constraints.



Jack made his way hurriedly to the master bath. Teetering and tottering as he went, the blond had to stop more then once to steady himself against a wall or a door frame.



In his rush he slammed the door open and was shocked by what he saw. Eian was leisurely draped across the king size bed cuddling with Jack\'s pillow, the boys\' hand was poised mid-motion between his thighs.



The initial shock of the intrusion wore off and look of utter lust painted across the young man\'s flushed face. Electric blue, met hooded molten brown; Jack let loose a low growl.



"Don\'t...don\'t you dare fuckin\' move. " Snarled Jack, "I gotta take a piss... I\'ll be back in a second."



The young man\'s eyes couldn\'t help but notice the engorged member straining against Jack\'s fitted pants. It enticed him to give his member a few lazy pumps, moaning aloud in sheer ecstasy



Jack stumbled forward and hit his shin on the night stand, "Fuckin\', son of bitch!" The blond shouted at no one in particular, sending death glares at the night stand.



With a feeling of great accomplishment, Jack had finally made it to the master bath.



Emptying the contents of his bladder after getting hammered always felt gratifying, except for this time. This time the blond felt a pang of regret, for literally having pissed away Two-Hundred and Fifty dollars worth of premium Scottish Whiskey.



He quickly washed up and stripped out of his clothing. As he ran back out, the sight that greeted him thoroughly pissed him off.



Eian sat crossed legged in the center of the bed as naked as the day he was born, arms fold across his chest.



"I thought I told you not to fuckin\' move!" Snarled the blond ferociously, as he stalked towards the wiry form.



Eian gulped. He had to push out the image of a lion prowling towards it\'s prey from his mind, if only momentarily.



The boy suddenly stood akimbo and shouted down at the newly anointed Under-Boss, "And I thought, I told you that I wasn\'t just a piece of ass! "



Jack pounced on top of the boy, sending his slender frame crashing into the massive goose down feather bed. Eian was pinned between Jack\'s powerful thighs, the blond\'s thick prick unwaveringly bobbed mere inches from the boys\' chin.



The boys\' eyes widen, akin to that of a deer caught in headlights.



"You\'re gonna\' be whatever... do whatever... and act however, the fuck I want you to! You got that?!"



The boy flashed Jack a defiant glare.



"No." His voice shook with fear, as a solitary tear rolled down his cheek.



"What did you say?" Asked Jack, each word laced with deadly malice.



"You can do whatever you want to do to my body, to you I maybe a... a... a whore... but..." Croaked out the young man unable to finish his sentence, as he tried to swallow the lump lodged in his throat..



Jack got off of the boy, sitting back on his haunches in complete silence.



"You\'re constantly fuckin\' with my mind, my body and even my emotions. I\'ll never be able to understand, why you do those things to me. " Sobbed the boy as more tears streamed down his flushed cheeks, "But I don\'t care, I don\'t have to take that shit from you anymore."



The silence was deafening. It was only interrupted by sporadic hiccups and sniffling from the ebony haired boy.



"You\'re not a whore." The whispered statement was so soft that Eian nearly missed it.



"Then why do you treat me like one?" Asked the boy, baring all of his insecurities and vulnerabilities.



"You just wouldn\'t understand---"



Anger flared within Eian\'s chest "What wouldn\'t I understand exactly, huh?! "



Jack\'s lips parted slightly as if he was about to say something meaningful, but the boy continued with his rant.



"You only come near me if you want to get your rocks off. You treat me like a fuckin\' whore! Whenever I try to help, you push me away; humiliating me at every chance you get."



"Do you know whats even worse than all of that? Whenever I finally start to see a compassionate side to you, you flip out on me. I hate thinking that just when I start to figure you out; I find out that I really know next nothing about you."



"I\'m sick of it! Just stop getting my hopes high. Stop making me believe, that I\'ll be anything more than a fuck toy to you." Pleaded Eian, through an onslaught of fresh tears.



The boys\' chest heaved up and down, in a struggle to supply more oxygen to his oxygen deprived body. He had let out all of the pent up anger and frustration that he had bottled up and to his surprise he felt wonderfully relieved.



"It\'s the way I\'m expected to treat you---"



"Expected!" A spiteful laugh erupted from the boy. "Since when have you ever done what was expected of you? "



Jack feigned indifference, he gave the young man a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.



The resonating sound of bone colliding against flesh rang out loudly in the over sized master suite.



The Jack\'s head twisted to the side, remaining in that awkward pose for a full minute. The punch was surprisingly painful, he cradled his jaw and laid smoldering silver eyes upon Eian.



Eian stared at his reddening hand in awe.



An irrational fear took over the boy he wanted to run, but those eyes kept him rooted to the spot



~Did I... did I just... hit him?~



Eian shook off the momentary shock. When he saw that no retaliation was forth coming, he continued.



"You have no right to judge me!" Shouted the young man, "Do you think I wanted to be a fuckin\' plaything for you Syndicate bastards?"



"Were it not for momma getting sick, I wouldn\'t have had to borrow all that money to pay for her medicine." Said Eian, as a nostalgic look took over his features.



"The medicine didn\'t even help her, it was... it was too late." A sob escaped his throat. "Now I\'m stuck paying it all off, with interest building up by the day."



"You don\'t think I know that I\'ll never be able to pay the Syndicate back? You don\'t think that I know, that as soon as I get too old to work off my debt they\'ll just chop me up and take whatever organs they can?"



As if unperturbed by the boys\' assault or his rant, Jack continued "Eian..."



The boys\' heart skipped a beat. Eian was stunned, he had never heard Jack say his name before; he had started to believe that the older man did not care to remember it.



"How would it look, if I treated you as anything more than a server? Huh?" Asked Jack with his head down cast, his bangs covered his smoldering gray eyes.



"Do you have any idea how many people want to see me dead? Do you?!" Rage seeped into Jack\'s voice.



"What if I showed them that I gave you differential treatment? How easy would it be for them to kill you, just too get to me?" He said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.



Realization dawned on the boys\' face.



"Last night, I had the option of getting you the hell out of my life. But instead I hesitated and showed a momentary weakness. A weakness, that could have easily gotten the both of us killed. It was a slip up, I should have gave you back to the Stable; but I didn\'t."



"But why?" Asked Eian.



"Why what?" Bit out Jack, baring his K-9\'s.



"Why do you care if I get whored out? Why not just get rid of me? Isn\'t that what you want?"



"No... I don\'t wanna\' get rid of you" Smokey gray eyes eased back to bottomless blue; except they did not have that glint that Eian was so accustomed too. Instead they appeared haunted and hollow, as if all the life had been sucked out of them, "It\'s just that... you remind me of someone."



Putting one and one together, the boy became enraged.



"So, I\'m just some... substitute?" Eian asked incredulously, "I\'m just here to remind you of some dead guy?"



Eian didn\'t care if his remarks were being hurtful. As far as he was concerned, it was about time that Jack got a taste of his own damn medicine.



"So whenever you were fuckin\' me, you were really thinking about fuckin\' hi----"



The blond had had enough, faster than the boy could react; Jack had a rigid grip on his throat.



Jack maintained his choke hold on Eian, even when the boy\'s bronzed skin began to turn shades of violent red. His enraged eyes became slits, silver shards peered into the extinguishing soul in front of him.



Eian weakly struggled against the constricting appendage, but he found out that the harder he struggled the tighter the grip became.



The young man was losing consciousness and losing it fast. Eian\'s eyes rolled back and his head lulled to the side.



~Is this how it\'s gonna\' end?... Maybe... it\'ll be a good thing ...~



A high pitched ringing filled the room. It seemed to snap Jack back to his senses; what little of them was left. He let go of Eian and the boy dropped to the bed like a rag doll.



Jack hopped off of the bed and grabbed his cell phone. Looking down at the screen, he clicked on the little answer icon.



"Marko... No, it\'s not good ti---"



The sounds of coughing and gasping came through the line on Marko\'s end.



"Yeah... I\'m fine..." Jack looked back at the boy laying in his bed, "You know what Marko, come over. "



"Okay... Just call me when your downstairs. All right, later."



Jack tossed the phone on the dresser. Rummaging through it\'s drawers, he pulled out black boxer briefs and a black wife beater.



Jack moved towards the master bath, as he was about to cross the threshold he looked over his shoulder.



"Marko\'s gonna\' be here in twenty minutes. You have half that fuckin\' time, to be dressed and waiting in the lobby."



The blond received no answer, "Do... You... Under-...Fuckin\'-...Stand... Me?" Jack asked, making sure to enunciate every single word, as clearly and as humanely possible.



The boy gave a frantic, frightened nod of his head.



"Good."