The Syndicate
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
3,275
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Syndicate
Author's Notes: I would just like to thank my brilliant beta reader Clover Reef for all of her hard work.
"Dialogue."
Narrative
~Character Thoughts~
***Dream Sequence***
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***"Jack ... please ... don't let them hurt me anymore." The voice echoed off in the darkness. "Help! Don't leave me ... I ... I ... I promise I'll be good. I promise. Just help me, please. I'll do anything, just make the pain go away. Please!" The man wanted to help. He wouldn't willingly leave anyone behind, but he couldn't move. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't will his body to obey his mind's command. A feeling of complete and utter helplessness washed over Jack, "Ah!"he bellowed out a guttural scream that resonated off of the darkness that constricted the very air from entering his lungs.***
For the past two years, seven months and twenty-three days, Jack has awoken from the same recurring nightmare. He finds himself gasping for air and drenched in a cold sweat, with a single solitary tear making its way down the angular features of his face. Although in all honesty he would never admit that it was a tear, but rather an errant droplet of sweat.
He tosses the sheets off of his sweat drenched body and draws his legs up to his chest, momentarily basking in the cool summer breeze that wafts through the open window. The clouds outside part and a single, solitary beam of moonlight illuminates the room giving Jacks mane of untidy blond hair an ethereal glow, revealing the deep scowl that marred the features of the other wise flawless visage. Too engrossed in his own thoughts to realize that he is no longer alone.
"Jack, are you okay?"
It wasn't the question that bothered him, so much as the presence of the person who had asked the question.
~Eian --- ~
Callously Jack asked "What the hell are you still doing here?"
The look of hurt that flitted across the young man's chocolate brown eyes did not go unnoticed by Jack. However he could not bring himself to care.
What could be said about Eian?
They had become acquainted at a Syndicate banquet were Eian was showcased as a prime example of androgyny. The banquet was held in the honor of Jack's successful assassination of a Syndicate under boss who had been accused of being an informant. An accusation is all it took to make sure that you never saw the light of day again, that was the way of the Syndicate. As a reward for his success Jack was able to choose one Syndicate sex slave from the legendary stables, to be his steady 'server'.
"I just thought that you might want me to keep you company tonight ... don't worry I won't charge you extra ..." Said the young man with a slight smirk, while trying to avoid the others piercing gaze.
Eian knew that those silvery-blue eyes would be his downfall.
"What makes you think that tonight is different from any other night?"
"It's just that ... you wouldn't stop calling out his name in your sleep again ... I ... I was just wondering ... who ---"
The young man did not even get the chance to finish his sentence, before he was slammed against the nearest wall.
Eian instantly had Jack's hand wrapped firmly around his throat.
Smokey silver eyes narrowed into slits and perfect pink lips parted to growl out, "Don't ever ask about him again!"
Do you understand?" Jack whispered faintly.
All Eian could do was weakly struggle against Jack's vice-like grip. Although he manged to gasp out "Jack ...COUGH ... COUGH ... your hurting me ... COUGH ... I can't breathe ---"
As if being splashed with a bucket full of ice water, Jack came back to his senses. He released his grasp on Eian's neck and noticed that he had marred the once pristine skin. He immediately felt a pang of regret, only because he knew that the young man's business would suffer for this.
"Your money is on the kitchen counter ... just get your things and go." Although he did not need to give him money, it eased the low nagging voice in the back of his mind that he reluctantly identified as his conscience.
Eian fell to the floor, as limp as a rag doll gasping for breath. He swept his shoulder length ebony locks out of the way in order to nurse his wounds properly, all the while he was praying for the swelling in his throat to go down. His mind raced trying to understand what had just happened.
~Why does the mere mention of that person upset him so much? Whenever that person is even mentioned his eyes become as hard as steel and any trace of that beautiful blue fades from them.~
It was times like this that made Eian wonder if he would ever get to see his twent-first birthday.
~I shouldn't have to deal with these gung ho Syndicate boys... but then again Jack stopped being an ordinary Syndicate suit long ago.~
Somewhere along the way Eian let the line between mandatory fuck and something more become blurred. Some would say that that is the biggest mistake that a slave for the Syndicate could make.
"You Syndicate guys are gonna' be the death of me."
"Just get the hell out of here already. I'll call you when I need you."
"Sigh. Alright I know when I'm not wanted. Just don't expect me to come over so quick the next time you need to get your rocks off."
As he walked to the shower Jack scoffed, "Like you have a choice. By the time I get out of the shower you better be gone."
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I just changed the format due to a suggestion by em7117. I hope this change made it easier to read. Love it, hate it, let me know. All constructive criticism is appreciated. Oh and reviews would be nice too. Thanks.
"Dialogue."
Narrative
~Character Thoughts~
***Dream Sequence***
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
***"Jack ... please ... don't let them hurt me anymore." The voice echoed off in the darkness. "Help! Don't leave me ... I ... I ... I promise I'll be good. I promise. Just help me, please. I'll do anything, just make the pain go away. Please!" The man wanted to help. He wouldn't willingly leave anyone behind, but he couldn't move. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't will his body to obey his mind's command. A feeling of complete and utter helplessness washed over Jack, "Ah!"he bellowed out a guttural scream that resonated off of the darkness that constricted the very air from entering his lungs.***
For the past two years, seven months and twenty-three days, Jack has awoken from the same recurring nightmare. He finds himself gasping for air and drenched in a cold sweat, with a single solitary tear making its way down the angular features of his face. Although in all honesty he would never admit that it was a tear, but rather an errant droplet of sweat.
He tosses the sheets off of his sweat drenched body and draws his legs up to his chest, momentarily basking in the cool summer breeze that wafts through the open window. The clouds outside part and a single, solitary beam of moonlight illuminates the room giving Jacks mane of untidy blond hair an ethereal glow, revealing the deep scowl that marred the features of the other wise flawless visage. Too engrossed in his own thoughts to realize that he is no longer alone.
"Jack, are you okay?"
It wasn't the question that bothered him, so much as the presence of the person who had asked the question.
~Eian --- ~
Callously Jack asked "What the hell are you still doing here?"
The look of hurt that flitted across the young man's chocolate brown eyes did not go unnoticed by Jack. However he could not bring himself to care.
What could be said about Eian?
They had become acquainted at a Syndicate banquet were Eian was showcased as a prime example of androgyny. The banquet was held in the honor of Jack's successful assassination of a Syndicate under boss who had been accused of being an informant. An accusation is all it took to make sure that you never saw the light of day again, that was the way of the Syndicate. As a reward for his success Jack was able to choose one Syndicate sex slave from the legendary stables, to be his steady 'server'.
"I just thought that you might want me to keep you company tonight ... don't worry I won't charge you extra ..." Said the young man with a slight smirk, while trying to avoid the others piercing gaze.
Eian knew that those silvery-blue eyes would be his downfall.
"What makes you think that tonight is different from any other night?"
"It's just that ... you wouldn't stop calling out his name in your sleep again ... I ... I was just wondering ... who ---"
The young man did not even get the chance to finish his sentence, before he was slammed against the nearest wall.
Eian instantly had Jack's hand wrapped firmly around his throat.
Smokey silver eyes narrowed into slits and perfect pink lips parted to growl out, "Don't ever ask about him again!"
Do you understand?" Jack whispered faintly.
All Eian could do was weakly struggle against Jack's vice-like grip. Although he manged to gasp out "Jack ...COUGH ... COUGH ... your hurting me ... COUGH ... I can't breathe ---"
As if being splashed with a bucket full of ice water, Jack came back to his senses. He released his grasp on Eian's neck and noticed that he had marred the once pristine skin. He immediately felt a pang of regret, only because he knew that the young man's business would suffer for this.
"Your money is on the kitchen counter ... just get your things and go." Although he did not need to give him money, it eased the low nagging voice in the back of his mind that he reluctantly identified as his conscience.
Eian fell to the floor, as limp as a rag doll gasping for breath. He swept his shoulder length ebony locks out of the way in order to nurse his wounds properly, all the while he was praying for the swelling in his throat to go down. His mind raced trying to understand what had just happened.
~Why does the mere mention of that person upset him so much? Whenever that person is even mentioned his eyes become as hard as steel and any trace of that beautiful blue fades from them.~
It was times like this that made Eian wonder if he would ever get to see his twent-first birthday.
~I shouldn't have to deal with these gung ho Syndicate boys... but then again Jack stopped being an ordinary Syndicate suit long ago.~
Somewhere along the way Eian let the line between mandatory fuck and something more become blurred. Some would say that that is the biggest mistake that a slave for the Syndicate could make.
"You Syndicate guys are gonna' be the death of me."
"Just get the hell out of here already. I'll call you when I need you."
"Sigh. Alright I know when I'm not wanted. Just don't expect me to come over so quick the next time you need to get your rocks off."
As he walked to the shower Jack scoffed, "Like you have a choice. By the time I get out of the shower you better be gone."
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I just changed the format due to a suggestion by em7117. I hope this change made it easier to read. Love it, hate it, let me know. All constructive criticism is appreciated. Oh and reviews would be nice too. Thanks.