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meus_venator) wrote2015-02-01 06:40 pm
RΩAR 5/?, JDM/JA, AU, NC-17 [ ROAR ]
Title: RΩAR Chapter 5
Author name: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
meus_venator
Beta/Editor: fufaraw
Genre: zombie!fic
Pairings: Jensen/JDM
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6100 words
*Warnings on Master Post | Chapter Six
Jensen’s body was being jolted again and again, a too warm, heavy weight blanketed his back as he was jarred back and forth, impaled on warm flesh. At first the impacts were not unpleasant, short, careful, pumps against his body that set off tingling sparks inside him, but then the speed and strength picked up. His alcohol blunted senses made it difficult for him to understand what was happening, but gradually he became conscious of more detailed sensations and sounds, the low, guttural grunt that accompanied each harsh thrust and the percussive spank of skin slapping against skin.
He finally became fully conscious when he realized the grunts he was hearing were being pushed past his own lips as his body was rutted into. He felt a burning sensation against his chest and his face hurt; he shook his head in confusion. Blinking, Jensen tried to focus again, to orient himself, as he wondered why he was finding it hard to breathe. All he could remember was dropping little bottles on Zeke and then nothing…. He blinked repeatedly but the world stayed bathed in a soft fuzzy glow. His first clue that that was not going to change anytime soon was Morgan’s voice whispering in his ear.
“Good to see you made the right decision, Green Eyes. At least this way you have a chance of surviving this whole mess, maybe not in one piece, but surviving. The Doc is going to love you.”
The blanket Jensen had fallen asleep curled up in now only lay half under him and with each thrust Jensen’s chest and cheek were scraped by the rough bark beneath him. A warm trickle ran down Jensen’s cheek. He tried to wipe it away and realized Morgan had tied his arms together with some soft cloth behind his back. He inhaled sharply, remembering the decision he’d made the night before. It should have been no surprise to find himself bound again in the morning. The wet trickle continued to roll down the side of his face and finally touched his lips and a coppery taste blossomed on his lips, blood. Morgan seemed to notice at the same time and tsked, loosening the hand he had twisted in Jensen’s collar. Jensen sucked in a breath, grateful for the release of pressure on his windpipe.
“Oh, baby boy, I didn’t know you were being hurt.” Morgan grabbed Jensen around the waist and knelt up, bringing Jensen with him, so that he was half sitting, half leaning on Morgan’s lap. Morgan’s hand traveled across Jensen’s chest pinching his nipple teasingly. Morgan crooned, “Don’t you worry, I’ll get you all fixed up right after we’re done here.”
His arms wrapped around Jensen’s chest in a parody of a lover's embrace. Jensen hung limply in his grasp, the world spinning, as Morgan licked a wet line up his throat. “You joined us just in time, Green Eyes. Nngh, close, so close.” Distantly he realized that Morgan was stripping his cock. Jensen smirked in the satisfaction that he was still only half hard, the alcohol obviously interfering with the shot.
Thinking along the same lines, Morgan’s voice sounded strained when he growled out. “Gave you your shot, you should be hard by now, Green Eyes. Guess we’ll just have to go this round without you.” Morgan began to jackhammer into Jensen, swiveling his hips as he pushed deeper into his body, huffing in Jensen’s ear like a freight train. Close as he was, Morgan continued to haphazardly strip Jensen’s cock, to coax his disinterested cock to hardness. Sore from the unwanted stimulation Jensen began to struggle, and reluctantly Morgan released him seconds before his tensed, his body going bow tight as he came deep inside Jensen’s body.
Blissed out, Morgan’s hold loosened and, bound as he was, Jensen started to topple forward. Before he did a complete header, Morgan grabbed him again, easing him down so that his shoulder took much of his weight. Morgan, still half hard, stayed buried deep inside him.
Morgan’s hand rubbed possessively over Jensen’s bare back. He wanted to shrug off Morgan’s touch but he was too dizzy to do more but lay there. He heard the distinctive click of a lighter behind him and then moments later the soft exhale of smoke from Morgan’s cigarette. Jensen’s finger’s twitched; he’d love a cigarette right now, though he rarely indulged, he tried to focus his attention elsewhere, listening to the low moans of Zeke, the herd still shuffling past far below.
Morgan patted his shoulder companionably. “If you were wondering, you made the right decision, son. Only five days worth of serum, and not knowing where you're going in the red zone was a death sentence. Nice touch, untying me last night. It was like Christmas this morning finding you all spread out for me ready and willing and all. Almost makes me not want to punish you for that stunt you pulled, you naughty boy. But I will punish you, just maybe not here, out in the open.” Morgan blew out another stream of smoke, Jensen could hear the satisfaction in his voice. “Yeah, I want to wait until I have you back at base where I can do what I want with you.”
Morgan’s voice was a low growl and Jensen cringed at the idea of being at this man’s mercy more than he already was.
“Is that where you keep the spare bag-o-dicks for when you can’t get it up old man?”
“Oh no, baby, I got all you need right here, but I have other toys we can play with there.” Morgan rolled one of Jensen’s nipples between his fingers, pinching and pulling until Jensen whined in protest.
“Let go of me you fucker.”
“You could have gone Green Eyes, with or without me. Fact that you’re still here says a lot about my particular brand of charm, now don’t it”
Jensen snorted in disgust. Really though, had he ever had any choice? Wandering around the red zone with Morgan with no real destination in sight…At least if he got to this base, he could bide his time until he had a chance to bust. One thing was for sure, when that happened he’d take equipment and supplies and a fucking map, enough to make it to safety in one piece. Until then it would be more of the same shit Morgan had been shoveling since the plane crashed.
Another exhale of cigarette smoke, and Morgan’s hand began to tug on Jensen’s cock again. Jensen grunted in protest as Morgan’s fingers ran along his length and squeezed his battered dick. “Nngh, it ain’t a fucking joystick you know, take it easy on the goods.” Morgan laughed and released his cock to only to begin rolling Jensen’s balls in his hand like they were toys. Jensen tried to turn on his side away from Morgan, but skewered by Morgan’s cock, one strong fist pinning his bound hands in place stopped him from getting very far away.
“Wanna drag?” Morgan asked companionably as he thrust a blurry hand in front of Jensen’s face. He could smell the distinctive scent of tobacco and his mouth went dry. Jensen licked his dry, cracked lips, confused by the random change of subject. He considered blowing Morgan off, but he hadn’t had a real cigarette for years. “Fuck yeah,” Jensen croaked.
“Yeah?” He could hear the smile in Jensen’s voice, dread coiling in Jensen’s gut. The hand retreated and he could hear Morgan inhaling deeply. Then Morgan was hauling him back up onto his knees and twisting Jensen’s head to the side. Morgan leaned in close and suddenly their mouths were locked together, Morgan’s tongue burrowing between the seam of Jensen’s lips. He let them open, and Morgan exhaled, forcing a long burst of nicotine-infused smoke into him. Jensen started to choke and hack, swallowing most of it instead of inhaling.
“Take it easy boy, slow it down, nice deep breaths, okay?” Morgan directed, his wide fingers running down the side of Jensen’s face before his head retreated once more and Jensen could hear him inhaling. This time when Morgan’s lips touched his, Jensen was ready for him and his lips parted eagerly. He closed his eyes as he sucked in the wispy stream of smoke, the half remembered bitter taste of tobacco on his tongue familiar and strangely calming.
Morgan cupped the side of Jensen’s head, patted him, as he took another drag on the smoke himself. He started to chuckle as he began to harden again inside Jensen. Cigarette dangling from his lips Morgan pulled Jensen back tighter against his chest and began to leisurely thrust inside Jensen again. Jensen didn’t think it was any accident that Morgan’s cock brushed against Jensen’s prostate on almost every pass. The bastard wasn’t one to give up easily.
Jensen groaned as in spite of himself his cock started to fill this time. The booze he’d drowned in the night before was obviously not proof against the drug, which shortened the normal refractory period of both partners. Humiliation rolled through him as Morgan laughed, wrapping a plastic baggie around Jensen’s cock and starting to strip him in earnest.
“Knew you’d come around, baby. All you needed was some fresh lovin’ to get you back on track. Now we’ll just get you all marked up nice and pretty so we can start our day.”
“Shut up and give me another drag of that smoke.” Jensen panted, as he squeezed his eyes closed and bore down on Morgan’s cock buried inside him. The quicker he could get Morgan off the faster this would be over.
A sharp twist of his nipple had Jensen’s eyes blindly fluttering open. “Oh no you don’t, we come together baby.” Morgan leaned his head around and this time instead of sealing his lips over Jensen’s he simply blew a steady stream of smoke toward Jensen’s eagerly open mouth, making him strain to catch it. Jensen’s contortions had the secondary effect of him clamping down harder around Morgan’s length and he cursed himself the fool when Morgan groaned appreciatively.
“Good boy.” Morgan husked out and rocked up harder into Jensen as reward for his efforts.
Gritting his teeth, Jensen let his eyes drift closed again and tried to picture Julie beside him on the rumpled bed, her red hair catching the morning light. But her shining face kept being replaced by dark hazel eyes that regarded him with mocking laughter. He came, gasping and cursing Morgan’s name.
That night, staring up at the blurry night sky while Morgan snored beside him, his arm hot and oppressive across Jensen’s chest, he had a sudden urge to visit home. He’d been too long in Green Zone with its overcast nights and city lights. He wanted to lie out on a hot Texas night and watch the million stars that filled the sky, so crisp and clear it felt like you could touch them.
It wasn’t until later the next morning that Morgan finally announced the coast was clear, that the last of the herd had finally passed them by. By that point they were down to three remaining shots and Jensen had started to worry that Morgan had no plan, that it had all been a bluff. But then the herd had finally cleared and Morgan had begun to pack their gear for the coming journey.
Later, as Jensen knelt at the base of the tree, Morgan’s release slowly trickling out of his swollen, battered hole, all he knew was that he was how grateful he was for the soft bonds that protected his wrists, chafed red by the ubiquitous zip ties. The trip down from the monster oak had been hell. Morgan refused to release his arms and insisted on lowering him like so much freight over the side. The most Jensen could do was use his feet to try and control his descent through the giant limbs.
“Now don’t go anywhere, Green Eyes.” Morgan quipped as his blurry form untied the ropes used to lower Jensen before disappearing up the side of the tree to move the rest of their kit to the ground. Jensen bit back a wiseass reply, too sore and tired to get into it with Morgan right now. Over the last twenty-four hours, Jensen had been fucked and had Morgan come on his face and body and down his throat any number of times. Gross as his dry and flaking skin felt, even more humiliating was the knowledge that Morgan had stashed his own release in a series of baggies in preparation for their trip.
“You coming with me or not, Green Eyes?” The rough shake of Morgan’s hand on his shoulder jolted Jensen awake. He hadn’t even realized he was falling asleep, the drug draining him of all energy.
Morgan helped him to his feet and Jensen stood there, listing unevenly. He waited for Morgan to sling his duffel over his shoulder, but Morgan only pulled on his own knapsack. Finally, Jensen remembered how to speak. “My duffel?” his voice was hoarse and rough from disuse, and the face fucking Morgan had given him earlier that morning.
“No need Green Eyes, we’re down so many supplies I can carry it all myself. All you got to do is put one foot in front of the other and keep up with me.” Morgan was suddenly close, his hand cupping Jensen’s jaw gently. “You think you can do that for me, baby?”
Unspeaking, Jensen twisted his head out of his grip and Morgan laughed. “Ah, there’s my boy. Haven’t managed to break you yet, have I?” Morgan’s hand snaked out to grab Jensen’s thick collar and attach Jensen’s leash to the heavy D-link nestled at the base of his throat. “Okay, daylight’s burning, we can pick this up again later.” Morgan tugged on the leash and dutifully Jensen trudged forward.
The journey was strenuous if uneventful, the ground becoming gradually more rocky as the incline grew steeper. Heavy, dense bush surrounded them on all sides, and Morgan stopped regularly to check his compass and map. With the herd behind them, they only ran across a few Zeke, stragglers who, thanks to the drug, were uninterested in them. Lunchtime found Jensen falling asleep as Morgan fucked him over a fallen tree.
He didn’t think it was his imagination that the drug was taking more out of him with every dose. Sure, the terrain was tough going but Jensen had gone farther on far less in the past. Morgan said nothing, but that alone was disturbing as Jensen struggled to keep pace. That evening Morgan found another tree for them to take refuge in, if Morgan fucked him again that night Jensen wasn’t even aware of it, having passed out as soon as Morgan was done shoveling his share of the dehydrated rations past his lips.
Morning found Morgan’s blurry form hovering over him. Squinting, Jensen could make out the glint of the medgun in the man’s hand. Morgan’s hand ran over Jensen’s chest and came to rest on Jensen’s flaccid dick covered by his fatigues. It had been becoming more and more difficult for Jensen to get hard, even with the shots. “Fuck kid, this stuff is taking the starch out of you fast, ain’t it? We’re so close though, if the weather holds and we don’t run into another herd we should make it to base today. If not I’ll see if we can survive with you on only a half dose tomorrow. Doc will have my ass for changing the course of the meds, but frankly, I don’t have the energy to carry you unconscious through these woods, and we only have one shot left, anyway.” Morgan fiddled with the gun and then Jensen winced at the sharp pinch of the injection needle at his hip.
“We’ll give you the shot and, see how it goes. With any luck, scouts should spot us today and help escort us in. Which means they can carry your heavy ass.”
“You don’t get us there in one piece, I’ll kick your ass.” Jensen panted, the world growing fuzzier as the shot kicked in.
“Come on Tactical, let’s see what you Zed squad pussies have in you.”
Gritting his teeth, and with Morgan’s help, Jensen was able to push to his feet. Morgan’s firm tug on his leash set him on the exhausting task of placing one foot in front of the other.
When Morgan announced a lunch stop, Jensen sank gratefully to his knees, then collapsed on the sun warmed rock where he currently stood. The ground had been growing steadily more rocky, with fewer and fewer trees, making climbing with his hands bound behind him increasingly precarious.
Jensen was so tired he couldn’t even stay awake long enough for Morgan to feed him, he simply closed his eyes and nodded off.
Someone shaking persistently on his shoulder forced his eyelids open. Blindly he looked up at the hazy blue sky before Morgan’s blurry outline came into view.
“Gotta keep going, Green Eyes and for that you need your strength. Come on, sit up.” Morgan’s voice was gentle, tinged with something he hadn’t heard from the man before. Jensen thought it might be regret or guilt, but then shook his head, this was Mad Morgan he was talking about, the man who had kidnapped him and ruthlessly raped him again and again throughout this journey.
Sitting up was easier, thanks in part to the fact that Morgan had tied his hands in front of him while he slept. Blinking, Jensen gazed down at the hazy outline of his hands. With them in front of him, it would be easier for Jensen to break his falls. He’d taken a serious header into the bush when he'd tripped earlier this morning. Only the soft underbrush kept him from a bonus concussion. The rocky ground here made that kind of misstep potentially deadly.
“Come on, I found a mango yogurt slurpee at the bottom of my duffel and it’s got your name on it.” Morgan pressed the tetra packed ration into Jensen’s hands with the straw already inserted. It took a couple of tries for Jensen to get the straw into his mouth, but he was grateful for the chance to feed himself for a change. Though the sweet malty liquid soothed his abraded throat, his appetite ran out just a little over half way through the protein drink. Morgan slipped it out of his limp fingers and set it aside.
Jensen tensed, after lunch was usually when Morgan ‘refreshed his marks,’ the nice way of saying he was raped again. Sore and exhausted, Jensen simply wanted to get it over with, and taking matters into his own hands, he started to roll to his hands and knees and assume the position, but Morgan’s hard grip on his shoulder halted him.
“S’okay son, we can use some of the bagged samples to get you slicked up this time, then push on. Stay,” Morgan ordered walking over to his pack to root for one of the baggies. Numb with exhaustion, Jensen sank back down on his knees and waited.
“Hold still now.” Careful, like it was something precious, Morgan spread Jensen’s cold spunk over his chest and arms. The soothing actions lulled Jensen into a relaxed, half awake state. Jensen didn’t even bat an eye when he heard the zip of Morgan’s fatigues or the man’s grunts as he started to strip his cock. Too exhausted to protest, Jensen’s lips fell open obediently when Morgan pressed the broad mushroom head of his dick up against his lips, offering no resistance when Morgan first nudged in his thumb, hooking it in so that Jensen couldn’t bite down before feeding his swollen dick to him an inch at a time. Morgan didn’t stop until he was buried deep down Jensen’s throat, until his balls rubbed against Jensen’s chin.
By now Jensen’s gag reflex had been thoroughly squashed, but he still required air. When he started to pull back, Morgan’s free hand grabbed him by the back of his head, taking control of the action. When Morgan pulled him back far enough Jensen knew from experience to suck in as much air as he could before Morgan shoved him back down over his cock. Jensen let his eyelids drift shut, he knew all he could to do was simply hold on and breathe when he could. His hands twisted futilely in his bonds. If he tried to make a play for Morgan’s gun he’d be batted down in seconds. He was too weak and confused by the drug to do much of anything.
Minutes later, Morgan pulled his swollen cock from Jensen’s mouth and, after a few additional strokes, came all over Jensen’s face and chest. His hand rubbed absently, working his spunk into Jensen’s skin, mixing it with the mess of Jensen’s own release Morgan had rubbed in earlier.
Morgan zipped himself back up and, instead of the usual rough tug on his leash signaling their break was over, Morgan unexpectedly swooped down and pressed his lips against Jensen’s. The salty bitter tang of his own slick on Jensen’s lips didn’t seem to bother the man. Morgan licked into Jensen’s mouth, teeth and tongue clashing as Jensen found himself on the receiving end of a suddenly frantic kiss.
The sound of hands clapping had Morgan and Jensen springing apart in surprise. There was the quick grapple as Morgan reached for his weapon and swiveled, crouching, as Jensen was simultaneously shoved to the ground.
An unfamiliar, dry voice spoke. “He looks good with his lips wrapped around your dick. Like some kind of porn star.”
Jensen tensed, and then when nothing happened immediately, craned his head to see past Morgan’s bulk. He could make out a line of dark man-shaped figures standing on the rocks just above them, but one blurred shape seemed closer.
Then Morgan broke the awkward silence. “Penikett you asshole, I almost shot you this time.”
“Don’t do that, JD, we’re here to rescue your ass.” The man's voice was thick with sarcasm. He stepped closer, waving his men in.
“So, when did you spot us?”
“Oh, just a few minutes ago, enough to witness all the interesting bits, at least.”
“Fucker,” Morgan growled. There was no affection in his voice.
“Careful now, my opinion counts a lot with The Chemist. You should show more respect if you want to keep the things you value all in one piece,” Penikett replied, his tone placid, unlike his words. “He was getting worried you might have gotten yourself killed. You’ve been a long time in the field.”
Morgan rose to his feet, his hand balled into a fist. “You leave Tris out of it, you bastard, I did what he wanted as quickly as I could. It just didn’t quite go as planned, finding a live test subject. And then we ran into a herd.”
Jensen could make out Penikett's barely perceptible nod. “Yes, unfortunately we saw them shift direction and were tracking them on radar, three large herds all on the move at the same time. It’s impressive you managed to make it out of there in one piece — and with such a pretty package.” Penikett circled around Morgan, the blurry silhouette of what looked like an AK47 in his hands. “I’ll take that while you drop your weapons. You won’t need those where you’re going.”
He gathered Jensen’s leash from Morgan’s unresisting hands. The sharp pull on the collar forced Jensen to look up at his new captor. He worked hard to keep all emotion off his face as Penikett stared down at him before finally speaking, “Impressive.”
In his peripheral vision he could see Morgan clearly hesitating before reluctantly removing his gun from its holster, and carefully dropping it to the ground. “Yeah, I thought it might be touch and go for a while. We had to hole up in a tree for days while they passed. Even with the drug screening our presence, there were just so many of them, I consider it a minor miracle we weren’t detected.” The stack of weaponry grew as Morgan continued to add more guns and knives to the pile. “This, by the way, is test subject Ackles. Don’t be fooled by the cocksucker lips though, this one’s a fighter, a ZTM, from Green Zone.”
Penikett’s voice was thick with sarcasm, “You couldn’t have picked up a simple office boy? You had to get a combat trained killer.”
Jensen’s brow furrowed in confusion at the acknowledgement of his skills. Morgan had never seemed to notice or care, before now. He could sense the tension between the two men, it was so thick you could cut the air around them with a knife.
“He was the only one left alive on the plane by the time I got there.”
“Your orders were to be in position at the time of the crash, so you could have avoided all this, and had your pick of subjects.”
Jensen’s head swam at this new revelation. He’d simply assumed the crash had been caused by some latent Zeking out on the plane and taking them down, but if this had all been planned… that meant there was someone on the inside and this whole situation wasn’t some isolated crackpot in the Red Zone. Things had suddenly got darker and whole lot more dangerous.
“Well, tell Zeke that. They went off course and crashed in the middle of a level four herd. Whoever wasn’t killed in the crash was soon after. Only Green Eyes made it through in one piece.”
“Green Eyes, is it?” Penikett’s hand grabbed Jensen's chin and tipped his head up. Instinctively, he tried to pull away, but the hand tightened threateningly on his jaw. Jensen blinked furiously, but couldn’t bring the new figure into focus. “The Chemist will like this one.”
“I’m keeping him.” Morgan voice sounded brittle.
Jensen’s eyebrows shot up, If his brain wasn't so fuzzy, Jensen might have registered his surprise ¬– so this is what it felt like to be a bone fought over by a couple of alpha dogs.
Penikett laughed dryly, “Like you have any kind of say in what goes on. You should be happy if you get your first package back in one piece before you try for another. Nice to see you followed protocol, though.”
“10 ml a day, as ordered. Good thing you came along, I was down to one shot.”
Jensen’s chin was abruptly released as Penikett yelled out, “Kilborne, are we clear?”
“Yes sir, no Zeke on the radar for over twenty klicks. We’re good to go.” A voice shouted out from higher up on the hill.
“All right, then.” Penikett nodded, tugging Jensen’s leash as he started up the hill. “Phillips, search him. If he had this much stashed you know he’s got a few more hidden somewhere. Then he’s your responsibility. Any sudden moves and you have my permission to shoot him. He’s served his purpose. Base is just over the rise, ten klicks or so. We should be able to make it in a couple of hours and get there before dark. Okay, let’s move out.”
“Can some of your men help Jensen?” Morgan’s voice was dangerously close to pleading. “The last few days the drug has been playing hell with his energy levels.”
Penikett stopped abruptly and glanced back at Jensen, “If he can’t make it on his own, we’ll shoot him and leave him where he falls. The Chemist has no use for weaklings in his study. Now move.”
The last leg of the journey was a painful blur for Jensen, relentlessly dragged behind Penikett, stumbling and falling, delirious with exhaustion. He vaguely remembered being allowed to sink to his knees on the cracked asphalt of a bridge that led into a tunnel on the side of a mountain. Then Penikett was on the radio signaling their arrival, and the bridge shuddered and groaned as a massive steel door swung open inside the tunnel's gloom. Penikett pulled on his collar, dragging him forward, choking and gasping. When they finally came to a halt inside the mountain fortress, Jensen was man enough to admit he was at his end. He could not go an inch further. He collapsed, exhausted, at Penikett’s feet.
Morgan rushed over. “Can’t you see he’s done? He can’t go any farther, you bastard.”
Penikett gazed down at Jensen, his voice pitiless. “Fortunately for him, he doesn’t need to go any further, Captain. We’re here and The Chemist is eager to see you.”
A deep, booming voice floated down from a walkway above them, “Penikett, Morgan, you’ve returned. So good, so good. And with our new test subject, I see. Excellent. Stand it up, let me see it. I want blood tests run and samples taken as soon as I’ve seen it. Penikett, warn the lab that we have a test subject on the way for processing.”
“Yes sir.” Penikett's voice was crisp, and he snapped his fingers before stepping aside, presumably to make arrangements for Jensen’s arrival. Two of his men pulled Jensen to his feet, holding him upright, swaying between them.
“Hmm, oh my, this is a rather interesting surprise.” The man Jensen could only assume was The Chemist bobbed his face in close to Jensen’s. He could vaguely make out a grey beard and a glittering, dangerous smile. He pulled back in surprise, but two big hands held him in place. “Hmm, yes, yes, clouded pupils, indicating blurred vision. A good coating of protective pheromones to assure survival.” A large hand reached out to cup Jensen’s groin and he flinched at the sudden contact. “Curious, no reaction to stimulae,” The man’s dark head turned toward Morgan. “Has this been the case the whole time?”
“No sir, just the last few days, along with increased exhaustion with every new dose. We barely made it here, sir.”
“Yes, we’re aware, we had a scout watching you nearly the whole time, he lost you when the herd arrived.” The Chemist turned to Penikett, “Did everything else check out?”
“So far,” Penikett shrugged, “He’s down to one ampule and the plane was over-run. He was only off the grid for three days in the middle of the herd, I don’t think he could have pulled much during that time. Only thing that seems unusual is the exhaustion in the test subject, he’s not faking that.”
“Hmm, that’s somewhat alarming. I had expected this strain to perform better in the field than this.” The Chemist said, tugging thoughtfully on his beard. “That won’t do, no, that simply won’t do. We’ll need to run tests, of course, but he could have an increased immunity to the drug. Or possibly, the mix I provided was unstable.” Turning toward Morgan, in a louder voice The Chemist said, “I must say these are disappointing results, Morgan. You may have to go out again and collect another sample.”
“But you said, I get you one and Tris and I go free. That was the deal.”
“Oh, yes that’s right, I’m a man of my word, you can take your partner now, as you wish. I won’t stop you, but you may find your Tris a bit changed by the time spent with me. Of course, if you want everything back the way it was when we first rescued the two of you, well then that would be another deal, now wouldn’t it? And you strike me as a man who’s always open to renegotiation, aren’t you?”
“You bastard! What have you done? I’ll kill you if you’ve hurt my partner.”
Morgan’s blurry form charged toward The Chemist, almost reaching him before Penikett’s men tackled him to the ground.
“What would you like us to do with him sir?” Penikett asked, his tone disapproving.
“Move him to the cages for now until I decide what to do with him.” The Chemist looked at Morgan pensively, “Put him in with 0968. Let’s let them have some fun together, shall we? Oh, and you can remove 0968’s bridle, I don’t think Morgan will be bitten, or at least not in a way that will ruin the test results.”
“You heard the boss, move him out,” Penikett ordered, smoothly taking over.
Penikett’s men sniggered as they hauled Morgan away, kicking and screaming. The Chemist returned his attention to Jensen, peering at him, avidly poking and prodding at his body.
“And who the fuck are you?” Jensen managed to choke out.
“Why Jensen, don’t you recognize me?” Then The Chemist chuckled, “Oh, that’s right, you’re not seeing all that clearly right now are you? I’ve fixed that unfortunate side effect with my new series of shots. Well, just so you know it’s Commander Timothy Omundson, lately of the ZTM, Green Zone Weapons Division, known around these parts as The Chemist. Don’t you remember me? Because I vividly remember you, especially the part where you turned me down for my latest study.” Omundson moved closer, his fingers walking up the center of Jensen’s chest to slide along his collarbone.
Jensen blinked, aghast. Omundson was The Chemist? Omundson was insane. He’d not only taken the ZTM Weapons Division down a rabbit hole of Geneva Convention violations, he’d left under a cloud of controversy, disappearing from the Green Zone in the dead of night with a huge amount of equipment and copies of almost all their most top secret data on Zeke, as well as his own research. Everyone had wondered what city state he’d pop up in next. There was always a market for a scientist peddling a cure for the RΩAR outbreak, and states desperate enough to do anything to have that cure. When no one had heard from him in months, they all breathed a sign of relief. When those months turned into years, everyone assumed Zeke had taken care of their problem.
Instead he was standing here in front of Jensen with a grudge dating back to when Jensen was a young lieutenant.
His whole unit had been asked to report to the weapons division to listen to a presentation given by Omundson about his latest Zeke fighting idea. The presentation had scared and disgusted everyone present. It involved being implanted with some kind of extract harvested from Zeke. The idea was to create a soldier immune to Zeke’s bite. Jensen wasn't even sure how you could extract something from a Zeke that didn’t instantly turn you, but he could tell from the looks on all the other members of his squad that no one was the least bit interested in volunteering, anyway.
After the video, several members of his unit were asked to go to a private interview. Sitting there in the small room with Omundson’s blue eyes burning into him with fanatical zeal, Jensen had wondered how Omundson even kept his program running. The man was a serious freak. Who in their right mind would sign up for this? His gut had twisted with sudden suspicion. There were always rumors in the Zone of young men and women being snatched off the streets; Omundson seemed both insane and ambitious enough to resort to kidnapping.
Of course, Jensen had turned Omundson down when the scientist had tried to convince him to sign on. Even when the man started to make him another kind of offer, Jensen had declined as diplomatically as he could and turned to go. It was only when Omundson had grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back against him, pleading for him to reconsider, that he was the perfect test subject, all the while rubbing himself lasciviously up against Jensen’s ass, that Jensen had momentarily lost control. He grabbed one of the man’s hands, and twisting him around, had punched the scientist in the face. He didn’t remember much after that, except telling Omundson in no uncertain terms that he wouldn’t fuck him even if he were the last man left in the world.
Jensen swallowed hard. Omundson’s fingers had continued to travel along his body as he circled him. When the man came to a stop, he slid his hand lightly down Jensen’s back and grabbed one of Jensen’s ass cheeks firmly. “Yes, I remember you very well. It’s going to be my pleasure having you here with me. Yes, my pleasure completely.”
The Chemist turned toward Penikett, “I’ve changed my mind. After he's been decontaminated and cleaned, and all the tests have been run on him, I want him fitted with a shock collar and delivered to my stateroom. We have a lot of catching up to do, Jensen, and I.”
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NOTE: The two new characters in this chapter are Timothy Omundson who plays Cain as well as Tahmoh Penikett who place Gadreel on the show.
And as always comments always appreciated no matter when you read this ^^ | Chapter Six
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Holy fuckity-fuck! This is just getting better and better! Poor Jensen is really out of the frying pan and into the fire! I love Morgan here, such an interesting character, and despite everything he does care about Jensen. And you made the magnificent Timothy Omundson the big bad, yay! Both Morgan and Jensen are in serious trouble, I can't wait to see what happens next!
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Jensen pretty much appears to be screwed right now!! This apocalypse is not going well for him! Loving all the Jensen whump and now I have hope that JDM might not be as big a bad guy as I feared. Don't think I could see him as a good guy after his actions, but at least now we can see a little of his side of the story.
Fantastic chapter, thank you, thank you for updating :)
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So glad to hear you're enjoying it. I haven't wailed on Jensen this bad for a while * pets him * And yes, I think he should have sat this apocalypse out completely. I'm still not sure if JDM is a good guy or not, he's a bastard that's for sure. Just maybe not rotten to the core.
More soon, fingers crossed ♥
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And can I just say how much I love that you included Tahmoh and Timothy!! Yes, and Tahmoh finding Jeff and Jensen and watching and then inspecting Jensen. And Timothy fucking Omundson and his history with Jensen and well, fuck me, '“I’ve changed my mind. After he's been decontaminated and cleaned, and all the tests have been run on him, I want him fitted with a shock collar and delivered to my stateroom. We have a lot of catching up to do, Jensen, and I.”' Now if that isn't some promising last sentence!
And the insight into Jeff's situation and the partner who he had to leave behind in the clutches of Timothy. And Jeff's possessive claims towards Jensen and suddenly caring for him when Jensen is all but done with his energy levels. I'm sensing some obsessive tendencies here :D
Okay, seriously, I'm shutting up now because I shouldn't be so excited about a delicious dark update of this chapter
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Glad you liked the inclusion of Tahmoh and Timothy, I want to have them in my BB too. They are fun to play with. Timothy can pull off intelligent and insane all at the same time, so well!
And yes, maybe Jeff isn't quite so bad, but even if he isn't pitch black he is still a sadist, because he enjoyed having power over Jensen far too much. More soon I hope, we're heading into the heart of darkness now.
So glad you're enjoying this dark, dirty ride LOL ♥
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I totally forgot about it. Now it makes me want to write a ficlet or something.
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And yes, JD, what to make of him? Hmmm? I'm writing as fast as I can it's just getting longer on me LOL!
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Ooh. The plot thickens. And there's a badder bad buy than JDM. And Jeff is revealed to have been operating under duress. Bounces excitedly. Can't wait to see what happens next!
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Always nice with the big mean fish gets swallowed by an even bigger, meaner fish.
JDM seems to have met his match.
I'm desperately trying to finish this to make room for my BB. I may not be winning. This keeps getting longer on me.
Wish me luck I've given myself until the middle of the month and then on to BB. MEEP!
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So glad to hear you're enjoying the ride.
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:D
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I'm also thinking that may be a while in coming as I have to get going on my BB. You know how it is. * nods *
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Speaking of BB, what are you working on? I have two possibilities, a gritty crime thing (hard to plot) or an extremely oversexed fairytale thing (hard to plot...all the orgasms :)
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RE: BB I want to write a sequel to The Thaw, we'll see how it goes. Of course as soon as I planned that another story has tried to shove in front of that.
Hmm. Gritty crime thing sounds awesome, but I am also a huge sucker for fairytales with a bit of Smexing, but it does need plot. I know you'll fit that in anyway in spite of all your protests not to. Geez both sound great. I have to say I'm almost more in the mood for a good crime thing from you. I don't think you've ever written anything like that before have you?
But in the end it has to be what your muse wants.
Hopefully Tris will make it.
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