FIC: Mirror!Pinto Chapter 5e
Mirror!Pinto Series: Dark Desires
Chapter 5e: Touch what is mine
Summary: Zach gets hurt again, and it's Chris' fault. Whoever did this will pay for it, Chris will make sure of that. And he has help.
Rating: Explicit/NC-17
Warnings: violence, hurt, angst, explicit sex (I hope - see Author's Notes)
Word Count: ~ 1.400
Disclaimer: Seriously? Not mine, never will be. Work of fiction, yadda yadda. *sob* The OCs in here are mine though, I made them, they are mine. Mine mine mine. My preciousssesss... so there. Everybody else is not. The OCs are mine. The others aren't. Got it? ;-P
Additional pairings: John/Anton, Karl/Chris/Zach (dammit - see Author's Notes)
Betaed by wolfhaton , who is awesome, even more so because she's busy with exams and is still sick. Love!!! Any remaining mistakes are mine, especially since English is not my native tongue.
A/N: The first working title for this was "K/C/Z threesome fic (dammit)". The second working title was "Threesome fic a.k.a. WTF suddenly plot again". Yeah. I really really wanted to write that threesome, just some kinky pron and stuff, and then... plot happened. Again. *sigh* Erm. Sorry? Also, cliffhanger. But I think you already expected that...
A/N2 for this part: This one is for jachelle0627 . Happy belated birthday again bb!!! Your comments make my days, and I hope you're gonna enjoy this one!!! <3<3<3
EDIT: and also for pomme_noir , who is evil and a tease (you know why bb!), but I love her. Thanks for your awesomeness!!!
Series Masterpost with all previous and following chapters and summaries for all parts.
FANMIX byangelrox040 is here.
Touch what is mine Chapter 5e
Chris
Sunlight is streaming through the half-way opened blinds. The bed is freshly made, there are flowers on the nightstand, a glass and a bottle of water next to it. Otherwise the room is empty. Where is Zach?
Chris can’t think. He stares around the room, trying to understand, makes a move towards the door of the bathroom, as if Zach might be hiding in there, but no. He’s not, Zach isn’t here, he’s gone. Chris stares at the bed, at the empty room, and the question rings in his head until he thinks he might be sick. Then another thought pops up, and another, and now the questions chase themselves, one after the other. Where is his lover? What happened? Why isn’t Hotspur or Hammer outside, standing guard? Where is Joe, what happened, did the bastard come back to finish the job, where is Zach, what happened?
Karl. Karl has the phone, someone would have called him, but there were no calls, Chris didn’t hear any ringing, where is Zach? He turns around, sees Karl gaping in surprise and is on him before he even realizes. He shoves Karl against the wall, one arm over his windpipe and presses down firmly. His vision grays at the edges, his heart is pounding high in his throat and his teeth are clenched so tight his jaws hurts.
“Where is the phone?” He presses out and shakes Karl with his free hand. Karl looks at him in confusion before his face clears and he understands. Chris lets go of him, breathing heavily and watches with clenched fists while Karl fumbles through his pockets. He finds the phone and flips it open, then his face drops.
“Shit. I put in on silent earlier. 17 missed calls… Joe, all of them. Shit.”
Karl takes a step back when Chris nearly screams in frustration. He pulls on his hair and starts pacing. Fuck fuck fuck! That many calls from Joe, trying to reach him, must have been something important, and Chris’ stomach drops as he imagines the worst. What happened, where is Zach? Karl watches him worriedly, just stands there with the phone in his hand, and now Chris really screams.
“Well, call him, you idiot! Find out what happened!”
Karl hastens to comply, expression guilty and worried. Chris doesn’t even wait until the call is connected, right after Karl has dialled he grabs the phone and presses it to his own ear. Karl backs away with his hands raised. Chris mumbles “come on come on come on” under his breath, why does it take so long - finally Joe answers and Chris huffs a relieved breath.
“Joe! It’s me, I’m at the hospital, what -”
Joe interrupts him and starts yelling right away. “Where the fuck have you been, Chris?!”
“I was following a lead and Karl had the fucking phone on silent. What the fuck happened, where is Zach?” Chris starts pacing the room. Karl stands near the door, watches and listens.
“Apparently the wrong lead, you fucking prick! That’s what I’ve been calling about for the last two fucking hours, you fucking idiot! But you were busy, apparently, so you missed all the fun!” Joe sounds outraged and Chris grinds his teeth.
“Joe. Calm down. I’m here now. Tell me.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down you asshole! You’ve been off doing hell knows what while Zach nearly dies again, so don’t you dare fucking patronize me, Chris!”
“What. Happened. Joe. Tell me.” Chris clenches his free hand into a fist at the insults, but he doesn’t try to defend himself. It’s his own fault that he wasn’t there.
Joe is breathing heavily, obviously trying to calm himself. “Be glad that Hammer was camping out at the hospital or else God knows what would have happened. Hammer called me, saying there was some guy sniffing around, watching the room…”
Chris jerks to a stop, the hand clutching the phone suddenly cold and sweaty. “Wait, a guy? What guy? The fucker who did this?”
“Apparently! Hammer said he left for a minute to ask the nurse something or whatever, and when he came back the guy was trying to get into Zach’s room!”
God no. “What the fuck! He stopped him, right?” Chris starts pacing again.
“Yeah, the guy ran as soon as he saw Hammer. Fuck, Chris, this has to be the same guy and he came back to finish the job! And you weren’t fucking there!”
Shit. Shit fucking shit. Zach was here, alone, and then that bastard... oh God. But Zach has to be all right, or Joe wouldn’t... he wouldn’t yell at him. Zach is all right. Chris closes his eyes and exhales shakily. Thank God. “Joe. Where is Zach now?”
“I took him home, because he sure as hell is safer here with me than at that hospital with you off doing shit and not protecting him!”
Joe still sounds so furious, and Chris leans against the wall and pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand. “Joe, stop it, okay? I know, I fucked up and I’m sorry. Please. Is he okay?”
“Yeah, he’s fine. That doctor of yours is with him and I’m not leaving this house until that fucker is dead. So you better work quickly and find him, or I’ll never let you see Zach again. This is your fault, Chris.”
“I know. God, I know.” Chris slides down along the wall until he’s sitting on the floor. His fault, all his fault. First Zach got hurt because of something he did, and now... Fuck. He couldn’t protect him, again, he wasn’t there. Thank God for Hammer.
“Good.” Joe sounds calmer, apparently satisfied that Chris understands. He continues, voice almost business-like now. “So, Hammer saw the car and got half a license plate, I called Bruce since you were busy, he’s running it as we speak. We should have news soon.”
Half a license plate, that’s great. Really. He just can’t muster the strength to feel hope or satisfaction at these news. He’s tired, and all he can think about is Zach. “That’s great, Joe, thanks. I’ll nail that fucker down as soon as we know who it is.”
“Whatever. And Chris? Don’t fuck it up again, or I’ll end you.”
Chris nods weakly. “Yeah. I know. Is Zach… he really is okay?”
“Yeah, he’s fine. He’s awake.”
Chris’ eyes fly open and he jerks to a stand. “What?! He’s awake? And you only mention this now?!”
“Well, there have been other things more important, haven’t there, you little fucker?! Yeah, he’s awake. He’s asking for you, too, so you better get your ass here asap.”
He’s awake, Zach’s awake. Chris exhales shakily and shakes his head, feeling slightly dizzy. Thank God. “I’ll be over right away. And Joe? Thanks.”
“Just get here.”
Chris hangs up and stares at the phone for a moment. Karl shifts umcomfortably. “Chris, I’m really sorry, this is all my fault.”
“Forget it, it’s okay. Joe’s right, I should have stayed with Zach, I should have been there.” The dizzy feeling returns and he waits until it passes, until the only thing left are the butterflies in his stomach. He suddenly feels light, all the tiredness gone. “I should get going. Zach is awake and asking for me, so…”
“I heard. That’s great, that’s… I’m glad he’s safe and…”
“Yeah, I know.”
Chris turns and starts leaving, Karl hesitates, unsure he’s welcome. Chris knows Karl blames himself, but he shouldn’t. As Joe said, he’s the one who fucked up. He couldn’t protect Zach, again, and he easily could have lost him. The guilty feeling returns, churns though the butterflies in his stomach. Chris he squares his shoulders, determined to see this through. Zach is waiting for him, and he needs to think about what he’s gonna tell him. And afterwards he’s gonna find that bastard and make him pay for trying to take his lover from him. Make him pay in blood and pain, make him suffer twice as much as they have suffered. He walks towards the door, Karl is still standing near the wall, guilty and insecure.
“Well, are you coming or what?”
Karl breathes a small sigh of relief and follows him.
Next part is here.
Chapter 5e: Touch what is mine
Summary: Zach gets hurt again, and it's Chris' fault. Whoever did this will pay for it, Chris will make sure of that. And he has help.
Rating: Explicit/NC-17
Warnings: violence, hurt, angst, explicit sex (I hope - see Author's Notes)
Word Count: ~ 1.400
Disclaimer: Seriously? Not mine, never will be. Work of fiction, yadda yadda. *sob* The OCs in here are mine though, I made them, they are mine. Mine mine mine. My preciousssesss... so there. Everybody else is not. The OCs are mine. The others aren't. Got it? ;-P
Additional pairings: John/Anton, Karl/Chris/Zach (dammit - see Author's Notes)
Betaed by wolfhaton , who is awesome, even more so because she's busy with exams and is still sick. Love!!! Any remaining mistakes are mine, especially since English is not my native tongue.
A/N: The first working title for this was "K/C/Z threesome fic (dammit)". The second working title was "Threesome fic a.k.a. WTF suddenly plot again". Yeah. I really really wanted to write that threesome, just some kinky pron and stuff, and then... plot happened. Again. *sigh* Erm. Sorry? Also, cliffhanger. But I think you already expected that...
A/N2 for this part: This one is for jachelle0627 . Happy belated birthday again bb!!! Your comments make my days, and I hope you're gonna enjoy this one!!! <3<3<3
EDIT: and also for pomme_noir , who is evil and a tease (you know why bb!), but I love her. Thanks for your awesomeness!!!
Series Masterpost with all previous and following chapters and summaries for all parts.
FANMIX byangelrox040 is here.
Touch what is mine Chapter 5e
Chris
Sunlight is streaming through the half-way opened blinds. The bed is freshly made, there are flowers on the nightstand, a glass and a bottle of water next to it. Otherwise the room is empty. Where is Zach?
Chris can’t think. He stares around the room, trying to understand, makes a move towards the door of the bathroom, as if Zach might be hiding in there, but no. He’s not, Zach isn’t here, he’s gone. Chris stares at the bed, at the empty room, and the question rings in his head until he thinks he might be sick. Then another thought pops up, and another, and now the questions chase themselves, one after the other. Where is his lover? What happened? Why isn’t Hotspur or Hammer outside, standing guard? Where is Joe, what happened, did the bastard come back to finish the job, where is Zach, what happened?
Karl. Karl has the phone, someone would have called him, but there were no calls, Chris didn’t hear any ringing, where is Zach? He turns around, sees Karl gaping in surprise and is on him before he even realizes. He shoves Karl against the wall, one arm over his windpipe and presses down firmly. His vision grays at the edges, his heart is pounding high in his throat and his teeth are clenched so tight his jaws hurts.
“Where is the phone?” He presses out and shakes Karl with his free hand. Karl looks at him in confusion before his face clears and he understands. Chris lets go of him, breathing heavily and watches with clenched fists while Karl fumbles through his pockets. He finds the phone and flips it open, then his face drops.
“Shit. I put in on silent earlier. 17 missed calls… Joe, all of them. Shit.”
Karl takes a step back when Chris nearly screams in frustration. He pulls on his hair and starts pacing. Fuck fuck fuck! That many calls from Joe, trying to reach him, must have been something important, and Chris’ stomach drops as he imagines the worst. What happened, where is Zach? Karl watches him worriedly, just stands there with the phone in his hand, and now Chris really screams.
“Well, call him, you idiot! Find out what happened!”
Karl hastens to comply, expression guilty and worried. Chris doesn’t even wait until the call is connected, right after Karl has dialled he grabs the phone and presses it to his own ear. Karl backs away with his hands raised. Chris mumbles “come on come on come on” under his breath, why does it take so long - finally Joe answers and Chris huffs a relieved breath.
“Joe! It’s me, I’m at the hospital, what -”
Joe interrupts him and starts yelling right away. “Where the fuck have you been, Chris?!”
“I was following a lead and Karl had the fucking phone on silent. What the fuck happened, where is Zach?” Chris starts pacing the room. Karl stands near the door, watches and listens.
“Apparently the wrong lead, you fucking prick! That’s what I’ve been calling about for the last two fucking hours, you fucking idiot! But you were busy, apparently, so you missed all the fun!” Joe sounds outraged and Chris grinds his teeth.
“Joe. Calm down. I’m here now. Tell me.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down you asshole! You’ve been off doing hell knows what while Zach nearly dies again, so don’t you dare fucking patronize me, Chris!”
“What. Happened. Joe. Tell me.” Chris clenches his free hand into a fist at the insults, but he doesn’t try to defend himself. It’s his own fault that he wasn’t there.
Joe is breathing heavily, obviously trying to calm himself. “Be glad that Hammer was camping out at the hospital or else God knows what would have happened. Hammer called me, saying there was some guy sniffing around, watching the room…”
Chris jerks to a stop, the hand clutching the phone suddenly cold and sweaty. “Wait, a guy? What guy? The fucker who did this?”
“Apparently! Hammer said he left for a minute to ask the nurse something or whatever, and when he came back the guy was trying to get into Zach’s room!”
God no. “What the fuck! He stopped him, right?” Chris starts pacing again.
“Yeah, the guy ran as soon as he saw Hammer. Fuck, Chris, this has to be the same guy and he came back to finish the job! And you weren’t fucking there!”
Shit. Shit fucking shit. Zach was here, alone, and then that bastard... oh God. But Zach has to be all right, or Joe wouldn’t... he wouldn’t yell at him. Zach is all right. Chris closes his eyes and exhales shakily. Thank God. “Joe. Where is Zach now?”
“I took him home, because he sure as hell is safer here with me than at that hospital with you off doing shit and not protecting him!”
Joe still sounds so furious, and Chris leans against the wall and pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand. “Joe, stop it, okay? I know, I fucked up and I’m sorry. Please. Is he okay?”
“Yeah, he’s fine. That doctor of yours is with him and I’m not leaving this house until that fucker is dead. So you better work quickly and find him, or I’ll never let you see Zach again. This is your fault, Chris.”
“I know. God, I know.” Chris slides down along the wall until he’s sitting on the floor. His fault, all his fault. First Zach got hurt because of something he did, and now... Fuck. He couldn’t protect him, again, he wasn’t there. Thank God for Hammer.
“Good.” Joe sounds calmer, apparently satisfied that Chris understands. He continues, voice almost business-like now. “So, Hammer saw the car and got half a license plate, I called Bruce since you were busy, he’s running it as we speak. We should have news soon.”
Half a license plate, that’s great. Really. He just can’t muster the strength to feel hope or satisfaction at these news. He’s tired, and all he can think about is Zach. “That’s great, Joe, thanks. I’ll nail that fucker down as soon as we know who it is.”
“Whatever. And Chris? Don’t fuck it up again, or I’ll end you.”
Chris nods weakly. “Yeah. I know. Is Zach… he really is okay?”
“Yeah, he’s fine. He’s awake.”
Chris’ eyes fly open and he jerks to a stand. “What?! He’s awake? And you only mention this now?!”
“Well, there have been other things more important, haven’t there, you little fucker?! Yeah, he’s awake. He’s asking for you, too, so you better get your ass here asap.”
He’s awake, Zach’s awake. Chris exhales shakily and shakes his head, feeling slightly dizzy. Thank God. “I’ll be over right away. And Joe? Thanks.”
“Just get here.”
Chris hangs up and stares at the phone for a moment. Karl shifts umcomfortably. “Chris, I’m really sorry, this is all my fault.”
“Forget it, it’s okay. Joe’s right, I should have stayed with Zach, I should have been there.” The dizzy feeling returns and he waits until it passes, until the only thing left are the butterflies in his stomach. He suddenly feels light, all the tiredness gone. “I should get going. Zach is awake and asking for me, so…”
“I heard. That’s great, that’s… I’m glad he’s safe and…”
“Yeah, I know.”
Chris turns and starts leaving, Karl hesitates, unsure he’s welcome. Chris knows Karl blames himself, but he shouldn’t. As Joe said, he’s the one who fucked up. He couldn’t protect Zach, again, and he easily could have lost him. The guilty feeling returns, churns though the butterflies in his stomach. Chris he squares his shoulders, determined to see this through. Zach is waiting for him, and he needs to think about what he’s gonna tell him. And afterwards he’s gonna find that bastard and make him pay for trying to take his lover from him. Make him pay in blood and pain, make him suffer twice as much as they have suffered. He walks towards the door, Karl is still standing near the wall, guilty and insecure.
“Well, are you coming or what?”
Karl breathes a small sigh of relief and follows him.
Next part is here.