Unconditionally Conditional - Part Seven
Cain paced the laboratory, stalking around it like a caged beast, his anger increasing with every minute that passed. He tried to focus on something, anything, to take his mind off the fact that his lover was currently being fucked by the Queen. Jealousy was stabbing into his heart over and over. The blond had to give up when his attempts simply increased his frustration, until he was pounding on the counter with his fists in order to get out some of his rage.
How could Ambrose allow this to happen? Surely he knew how upset Cain was going to be! He had thought that his lover would understand better, the way things were supposed to operate. Not order him out of their suite when the Queen stopped by for a fuck!
His legs grew tired of pacing, and there was nothing left for Cain to do but sit down on a stool and wait.
The doors to the lab quietly opened when Ambrose finally arrived. He paused at the doors, securing them behind him, as Cain looked up from where he'd been glaring at the floor in order to lock that accusing stare towards the Medic.
Ambrose's pajamas were unsettled, some of the buttons still undone. His hair was tangled from sex, the scent of it clinging to him as the Medic tentatively walked towards where Cain was seated. He stopped just out of arm's reach, as if afraid of what the blond might do in his anger. His voice was soft, calm. "I'm sorry that you had to be present for that, Wyatt. I didn't think that she'd seek me out in that manner."
"Did you enjoy fucking her?" Cain asked bitingly, the anger making his voice gruff.
The Medic sighed faintly. His dark eyes searched over the blond's face, as Ambrose frowned. "What do you think?"
"I think that you did." The blond stated. "I think that you must have enjoyed yourself immensely, considering that it's been well over two hours."
Ambrose continued to stare at Cain, not backing down from the blond's fierce look. He swallowed thickly, before his head gave a subtle shake. "If you really think that is the case, Wyatt Cain, then I don't think that you have ever listened to a damned word I've said."
Cain's eyes flew off to the side, glaring towards one of the counters instead. "So, what? I'm supposed to sit back and let you get fucked by that woman whenever she feels like it, and don't have any right to get mad about it?!"
"That's exactly right." The Medic nodded firmly, face taut. "I warned you before we became lovers, Wyatt. Even if I hold a rank now, I am still more or less that woman's slave."
"I don't want to share you." Cain snapped hotly.
"You have to!" Ambrose breathed out in exasperation, spreading his hands out. "You have to share me, with her and with whomever she might decide to send upon me. Can you not understand that I am expected to obey her commands, even at the cost of my pride? Do you think I enjoy being at the mercy of whatever deviant whim she might have?"
"Then why don't you just leave, if it bothers you that much?"
Ambrose clasped both hands over his face, sliding them down with a frustrated growl. "Hello? I can't leave, Wyatt! My mission--"
"Forget about your mission!" Cain stood up to tower over the Medic, glaring down at him. "You have the ability to leave this place. You have the intelligence to hide from her if she comes searching for you. Ambrose, there is nothing keeping you here but yourself!"
"That isn't true." The Medic shook his head. "I have to stay here. It's not a matter of choice right now."
"Why?! Why do you have to stay?! What could be keeping you here that's so import--"
"You, Wyatt!" Ambrose snapped, raising his voice. He glared up into that blue gaze, angry now himself. "Because I can't free you from this place yet, and I won't leave you behind. So I stay, because as things are now I can at least keep you safe!"
That made Cain's anger lapse, as he stared at the Medic. Ambrose's glare slipped away into melancholy, his hands settling on either side of the blond's face as he said, more gently, "I'm not going to abandon you here, even if I can save myself. You're too important to me to do something like that, Wyatt. I can't leave right now. Not until I can take you with me."
"Ambrose.." The blond gazed intensely at his lover, before he had to drop his eyes down from the Medic's, voice still rough. "I'm not going to accept having to share you. I am not going to be happy letting it happen."
"I understand." Ambrose nodded, sighing faintly. He tried to smile, nearly successful. "So long as you realize that I don't want to do those things with them. That you're the only one that I choose to share myself with like that."
Cain's arms enfolded the Medic, drawing the smaller man against his chest as Ambrose turned his face up to receive the blond's kiss. The blond was able to taste traces of the Queen's lipstick on his lover's mouth. It made his temper rise again, though he tried to restrain it as he clutched the Medic possessively closer. That jealousy was undergoing a metamorphisis, Cain whispering right against the man's mouth. "Get on the table, or else I am going to fuck you right here on the floor."
Drawing back slightly from the kiss, Ambrose smirked up at the blond. "Nothing wrong with the floor, in my opinion. The table will be fine -- just try not to fall off this time, okay?"
Cain ran his gaze over his lover's face, as his hands took a firm grip on Ambrose's hips, starting to lift the Medic up by the backs of his thighs in order to sit him on the edge of that table. "No promises."
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Their lovemaking was rougher than usual. Cain's jealousy made his passion possessive, so that his thrusts were hard where he rocked above his lover. Ambrose did not protest it, even if it hurt him, accepting Cain's hunger with quiet little sighs. The blond ran a sweaty palm covetously over that pale face. "Mine, goddamnit."
"Yes. Yes.." Ambrose whispered in response, the blond able to feel him nodding against the palm of his hand before the Medic took Cain's fingers into his mouth, suckling them as if mimicking the movements of Cain inside of his body.
Cain shuddered as his release rocked through him, hips pinning Ambrose's there against the cold metal of the table. He moved until Ambrose gave in to his own climax, straining deep, driving home the sincerity of his words. His.
If it wasn't love yet, then it had least blossomed into one heady obsession.
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A thunderous sound woke Cain up one night, the man blearily opening his eyes to blink around in the darkness of the suite. There was a second sound, then the blond was able to feel the entire suite shuddering. "What the hell?"
He reached immediately beside him, only to discover that Ambrose's side of the bed was empty. The blond sat up quickly. Where had the Medic gone? The suite was shaking again, more violently now. Cain threw the blankets aside, scrambling out of the bed.
The door to the suite came slamming open, as Ambrose ran inside. He saw that Cain was awake, the blond staring at him questioningly. Nodding, the Medic hurried towards him, grabbing hold of Cain's elbow. "Good, you're up. Let's go."
"Where? What's going on, Ambrose?"
"No time! I'll explain as we go." The man said hurriedly, tugging urgently when Cain balked. "Come on, Wyatt!"
Cain gave up on resisting, as he let Ambrose guide him out of the suite. There were people running in all directions out in the corridor, several of them shouting in alarm as the chaos around them escalated. Ambrose kept a tight hold on Cain's hand, their fingers locked together, the leather of his glove warm to the touch.
"It's the Resistance." The Medic explained as they rushed down the corridor together, Ambrose looking around them, calm and determined. "They're attacking the Palace, using some bombs that they were able to scrounge together from their raids on the caravans of imported weaponry that has come through the realm. Half of the Palace is already in shambles. It's just a matter of time before the charges they set around here start going off as well. We have ten minutes."
"How do you know all of that?" Cain asked him, having to shout over the noise of the wailing alarm sirens which had begun to sound throughout the structure.
"Stop asking questions and just trust me, Wyatt." Ambrose said curtly, as they came to the end of the residential area, the Central District opening up in front of them. Cain was able to see people scrambling desperately around on all the levels like ants, most of the lights of that miniature city turned off as people abandoned their shops. The Beam shuddered as another explosion rocked part of the Palace, Ambrose clutching onto the railing to keep from falling as their platform jerked under their feet.
After a quick look around, the Medic turned back to Cain, pressing something into his palm. The blond saw that it was a key card, which Ambrose had once told him allowed the Medic to open all the doors in the Palace. It was a ticket to freedom. "I want you to take this. Follow the crowd to the Plaza -- the gates to get out are there. In this chaos, you should have no trouble getting out of here, especially if you have this with you."
"What about you?" Cain asked, scowling as he curled his fingers around the card.
"I will meet you outside. There is something that I have to do."
"Let me come with you!" Cain protested. "I'm not going to leave you here while I run outside."
"It'll be faster for me to get out without you, Wyatt." Ambrose stated firmly, adamant as he shook his head. "I know my way through here, the fastest ways to get out. I need you safe out there, so that I don't lose precious time."
The blond still hesitated. "What are you going to do?"
That snapped the Medic, who reached up and grabbed hold of Cain's head, jerking it down eye level as he growled angrily. "So help me, Wyatt Cain, if you don't shut up and get the hell out of here, I will toss you over this railing myself! Now go! That's an order!"
Any further protest that Cain might have given was cut off by Ambrose's mouth, which had shoved against his in a soulful kiss. He clung to Cain's lips, imprinting his passion into every moment of it. He drew back, eyes gazing deeply into the blond's, as he whispered, "I love you, Wyatt." Then Ambrose broke away from the blond and ran in the opposite direction of the crowd.
Cain watched him disappear into the fleeing mobs, unable to follow. His fingers squeezed around the key card, the edges cutting into the skin of his hand. Then he moved into the mass of the crowd trying to escape, letting them carry him towards freedom.
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Ambrose had been correct in saying that Cain would be able to slip through the crowds in the chaos. The blond found himself being pushed through the gates with the rest of those fleeing. Slaves and masters scattered in all directions. A man in black pajamas fit right in, overlooked by the Guards who were still trying desperately to maintain some order. Cain found his bare feet stepping onto soft grass for the first time in over two months.
He saw Resistance Fighters in formation on the edge of the forest surrounding the Palace grounds, moving towards them with his hands raised in the air to prevent them from mistaking him for a hostile. One of the men noticed him, the barrel of his rifle pointing towards Cain. The blond called out, "Don't shoot. I'm one of yours."
"Cain? Wyatt Cain?" The man saw one of the Fighters shifting in his direction, pushing the other man's rifle down. "At ease, soldier. This one is on our side."
Cain lowered his hands down as the man walked over to him, clapping him on the shoulder. "We thought that we'd lost you, Cain."
The blond squinted at the stranger, trying to identify him. He knew that this kid was from one of the units his had worked with before, but couldn't think of the name. Cain was still reeling with a daze from everything that was happening. The man seemed to realize this, nodding understandingly as he kept his hand on Cain's shoulder, guiding him in the direction of the post behind the Fighter unit's location. "Just hang back here and take it easy. This should be over with shortly."
"Why? What makes you think that they won't just form together and fight back?" Cain blinked at the man in confusion, trying to determine why he was so confident of their victory. Even if they had managed to take the Palace by surprise, they were still going to be outmanned and outgunned.
"They won't have any time. Our inside man should be seeing to that. The General assured us that the Palace would be disabled and destroyed."
"Inside man?" Cain felt like someone had plunged his heart in ice. "What is he supposed to be doing?"
"Just watch." The man winked, before nodding Cain's attention back to the towering spire of the Palace.
Cain locked his eyes on it, a hand coming up to press over his heart as dread rolled through him.
The Beam shuddered in the center of that central spire, green light sputtering as if something were disrupting it. It seemed ready to fade completely for a second, before it pulsed even brighter than ever. There was another thunderous sound from inside the Palace, then that entire spire exploded from the inside out, sending debris flying everywhere. The impact of the explosion was powerful enough that it knocked everyone off their feet, the Resistance Fighters shielding themselves as the Palace began to collapse in front of where they were stationed.
A cloud rolled up where the structure had detonated, the lights of the Palace going dead, leaving the night sky around it oddly dark where it once had shown pristine white.
Cain felt himself sinking down, sitting hard on the grass beneath him, staring at that cloud as it rolled across the sky, in utter disbelief.
"Ambrose..."