Captive *Complete*

Chapter Six

Liam Black and Ethan Miller.

"Do you know what our agency is for?"

Tyler looked at Liam for an answer. The latter just shrugged and looked back at the phone.

"There is little that we know about SCU. From what I've heard, you guys handle special cases. Anything that freakishly above normal." Liam stated the obvious and heard George chuckle at the other end of the line.

"Subtle as always, Liam. Yes, we do handle special cases. In other words, we handle those cases that cannot be elaborated as natural, and The Mad Vigilante is one of them."

"You're already aware that he's an ex-SCU agent." George sounded as calm as usual.". . .I came to that conclusion while studying his case after he fled away. . .What you don't know, is how much special he is."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean, Liam. The Mad Vigilante was officially in custody and halfway across Virginia a few days ago. Neither of the agents responsible for him could quite explain how he managed to slip his leash. In fact, they had several unexplained gaps in their memories. . .Lengthy gaps."

"Both of them?" Liam exchanged confused glances with his husband. "Both missing the same memories?"

"The same time gaps, at least. No physical injuries and nothing showed up on the medical tests, including any signs of drugs or other toxins. But they are experienced agents, and they'd never lost a prisoner during a transfer before the Mad Vigilante."

"SCU?" Liam asked the question even though he knew quite well the answer.

"No. Like I said, we wouldn't oversee or be part of the transfer of a prisoner unless they were psychic- and we knew it."

"I'm liking this less and less," Tyler said. "You suspect that guy is a psychic?"

"I know he is. At first, we weren't aware that the Vigilante is the subject Zero, our 'special agent'. I had a hunch when I knew about him stalking Ethan. I was foolish not to follow my guts."

"How could you tell?"

"By some mean, we don't yet understand, the memories of two experienced agents were. . .tampered with. The vehicle was clean, no sign it was bumped or run off the road or otherwise stopped. All fingerprints inside and on the doors belonged to the agents, which is pretty strong evidence that no one else was involved. And yet, at some point during what would've been a routine prisoner transfer, with their prisoner safely cuffed in the backseat, two agents, lost that prisoner-and a chunk of time. Someone or something was responsible for that, and my money is on the Vigilante."

Liam spoke hesitantly. His heart pounded with each word processed from what George uttered. The fear of what he sent his friend to face, flooded in. "How do you know that he's your subject zero?"

"Yeah," Tyler flopped down on a chair with an aggravated sigh. "How do you know that he's your 'Ex-special' agent? And what is this fucker capable of?"

"Ethan was the reason I found out. That, and the list of his victims, as well as the unsolvable crimes he had committed, confirmed it. All his actions proved to be unnatural, and so far, one person I know is capable of such thing, and that would be Wyatt."

"You should have informed us, George." Liam seethed. Fury boiling in his guts. He had just sent his friend to track a psychic who they were unsure of his abilities. "Ethan would-"

"Ethan is fine, as far as I know." George cut him off in a calm matter. He seemed indifferent to Liam’s outburst.

"He has been stalking him for quite so long. If he wanted to hurt him, he would've done it already. Besides, I already asked the sheriff department to snoop around, trying to make it look like a routine check from the sheriff department’s side, and he had reverted to me with some quite interesting stuff."

"Care to share." Tyler's voice grew impatient, even his husband smiled at him wryly.

"Your friend needed to be there. Even more, he needed to locate the Mad Vigilante himself, at least initially."

"And why is that?" Liam questioned, in the patient tone of one accustomed to dealing with the SCU's infamously enigmatic chief.

There was a long pause, and Liam could tell that George wasn't eager to share everything with them.

"That's something I can't-"

"Spill the beans, George," Tyler demanded in an authoritative tone, which made Liam a bit worried if George would take any offense by it. He got surprised when the latter cleared his throat, indicating how nervous he really was.

"Dr. Miller, our in-job scientist and the person responsible for the Vigilante,"

"Ethan’s father," Liam confirmed.

"Yes. He's the one who suggested that Ethan should be the one to track him."

George paused and shushed Liam before he could interrupt again. "He said that it's something that has to do with Wyatt’s psychic ability. . .and something to do with a medical problem Ethan once had when he was younger. For those ambiguous reasons, that I am as well not aware of, Ethan would be safe from any harm by Wyatt. . .well, from now on, at least."

"You mean Ethan is hurt?" Liam gasped at what was implied, and Tyler had to hold his hand to calm his sizzling nerves.

"More or less." The indifferent tone made Tyler want to reach through the phone and snap George’s neck, but he kept his rage in check.

He sighed.

"Well, I know better than to ask. You always going to be your usual secretive prick. But can you at least put Liam’s mind to rest and tell him Ethan is alright?"

"He's been taken care of as we speak. . ." George replied ". . .by Wyatt."

"Information not worth sharing?"

George ignored Tyler's sneer comment and added.

"The sheriff's tracking dog found blood and car keys-that I believe belongs to Ethan-under a tree in the middle of the wilderness. The snow has covered all tracks, and he wasn't able to trace anything. But fortunately, he knew a nearby deserted cabin that belonged to some family living in North Carolina. He decided it was worth a shot to see if someone is there, or maybe If the one bleeding is taking shelter there. . ."

". . .He snooped around the cabin and heard two male voices coming from inside the wooden cabin. Even his dog barked at the door, indicating that he found their pursue. The sheriff said that he spoke to a young guy who claims to be there for some getaway retreat. He questioned him about Ethan, and he denied seeing him, insisting on being alone in that place."

"You believe that he's Wyatt, the Vigilante?" Liam asked nervously. The thought of Ethan being captured by some demented psychic petrified him.

"I am sure he is. The description the sheriff provided fit Wyatt’s."

"Are you sure that Ethan is alright?" Liam's voice quivered. "I mean, if that blood the sheriff found is his, then. . ." He trailed off and felt on the verge of panicking if it wasn't for his husband's strong arms that snaked around him in a comforting hug.

"He's fine, Liam. I'm sure of it. From what the sheriff told me, the conversation they were having before he declared his presence sounded friendly. . .What I get from what he said, is that Ethan surely doesn't know that he's the killer."

"As long as he doesn't find out and confront him, Ethan will be okay." Tyler continued and added what George was going to say.

"I am sorry. I got so excited and I got rough."

Ethan hummed against Wyatt’s chest lazily. They were cuddling on the bed, both naked and glistering with sweat.

"I am fine. I told you not to dwell about it."

Even though it did hurt-being his first time with a man-still, Ethan felt contented and happy. The gentleness of Wyatt’s manhandling and kisses, made his heart flutter in sheer joy. His touch, his breath, and his voice. Everything about Wyatt made him reach a euphoric state.

He pushed back all the worries and doubts, concentrating on the moment they were sharing right now. He brushed his finger on Wyatt’s chest, tracing an interesting tattoo that looked tribal. No wonder he told him that he found his tattoos sexy. They were really hot, and now even more beautiful, shimmering with sweat.

He lifted his weary gaze to meet those kind icily blue eyes. He searched them for any trace of mischief or uncertainty, and found nothing but joy and what could be described as love?

Wyatt’s hand caressed his cheek, and he closed his eyes, leaning into the tender touch. He liked how his skin tingled whenever Wyatt’s slender fingers brushed over. He liked how careful his touches were. Hesitant and uncertain. He could tell that he was wary about their sudden situation and trying his best to show his adoration and affection.

He caught Wyatt’s hand and brought it to his mouth, placing an affectionate kiss on his palm. He heard how the other's breaths got uneven, before heaving a sigh.

They locked eyes again, and this time, Ethan saw fear in Wyatt’s now glossy eyes. He lifted his head and caressed his cheek tenderly.

"What is it, Wyatt?" Worry laced Ethan’s tone.

His captor didn't reply, his jaw clenched in a desperate attempt to stop himself from breaking down. He tried to look away, but Ethan had a good grip on his chin.

"Please talk to me." Begging wasn't something Ethan was accustomed to doing, but it felt different when it came to Wyatt.

Everything felt different when being with him.

"I didn't want to get involved, you know. But. . .something about you had me all messed up. I tracked you as I did for all those who I. . .I killed." Wyatt paused and seemed to be studying Ethan’s expression for any hint of disgust or fear and got surprised when the latter didn't look bothered.

"When I found you, I got surprised by how much you're different than how I imagined you'd be. . .I learned so much about you, in the few months I spent up-close. . .I sneaked to your apartment once,"

Ethan didn't feel creeped out as he was supposed to be. Instead, his thumb stroked Wyatt’s hand encouragingly for him to continue.

He let out another heavy sigh, and his breath shuddered.

"I found you asleep in your room. . .I-I got so close, and I could've finished you then, but. . ." Wyatt trailed off, and Ethan knew he shouldn't ask him to elaborate anymore. The strain in his voice indicated how hard for their current situation to sink in his mind.

Ethan found himself thinking the same thing. He knew he was attracted to Wyatt before knowing that he was the killer, but somehow, knowing that side of him, having that feeling of something big behind his actions. Just the feeling of his warmth, made him admire the man even more.

This was dangerous, and Ethan knew it.

Shouldn't he wonder why was he after him? Should he think about what will happen next?

Somehow, seeing that gloomy look on Wyatt’s contorted expression, made him feel the need to comfort, to hug, and to love him.

"Tell me about yourself."

Ethan’s voice seemed to startle the lying man beside him.

"It's only fair since I am sure you know a lot about me."

He was cut off by his stomach, growling. He felt himself blush scarlet when Wyatt chuckled. Partly because it was a loud protest of hunger, and the other part was how sexy that chuckle sounded, it made his groin twitch a bit.

He felt him press a wet kiss on top of his head before standing up, shamelessly flaunting his figure. For Ethan, he looked like some god from Greek mythology. A swimmer's lean figure with a chiseled six-pack that Ethan’s hand tingled to touch again. He looked perfectly sculptured, engraved by those enticing tattoos.

Ethan never thought he could get turned on by tattoos before this man.

Wyatt cursed, getting back his attention. He followed his line of sight and spotted the red stains on the sheet. His cheeks darkened, thinking that it must be caused by the rough act of love they had. He wasn't far from the truth, although the blood was from his bullet wound that was still raw.

The stitches must have come off.

That didn't help with Ethan’s flustered face, especially when Wyatt teased in a tone that took him off guard. It sounded dark and full of lust. He had a devious smirk that made him look sexier than he ever could.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself with your moans and whimpers." He didn't sound sorry at all. "Now stop squirming or else I may go for another round."

To tell the truth, Ethan wanted another round. He never had better s*x in his life like the one he just had now. He dated women before, but the way Wyatt handled him, dominated, and made love to him, was extra special, gentle, and dare he say. . . affectionate?

It was still clear in his mind. The moans, the panting, and the teasing. The way Wyatt prepped him. The way he kissed and nibbled on his neck. He was sure that he had bruises all over his body from how strong and hard Wyatt’s grip. He could still feel his hands on either side of his hips. He could still smell his sandal arousing scent. He could still feel his minty harsh breath when he whispered profanities in his ears.

Never did he ever think that hearing curses and vulgar language would turn him on until he heard them coming out from those luscious lips, those sexy, full, and pouty lips that were all over his just minutes ago. Those lips that marked his body, teasing, nibbling, and twisting his n*****s. Those lips that shielded those pearly teeth which grazed his jaw and bit his lower lip seductively.

Absently, Ethan brushed his fingers on his lips, relishing the warmth and love he felt when they were devoured by Wyatt’s.

"Here, let me help you sit up," Wyatt said with a warm smile. A grin was so contagious that Ethan responded to hastily.

He observed how gentle and caring the man's touch. He propped his back with a soft pillow, in which Ethan heavily sighed after grunting from the pain that shot through his spine.

Wyatt vanished behind the bedroom door and came back with a plastic basin filled with steaming hot water.

"I'll clean you up and tend your wounds, then we'll eat something."

Wyatt leaned down and captured his lips in a passionate kiss, before pulling back, grinning like a million-dollar lottery winner.

Ethan just watched him with total admiration that his chest tightened in a knowing pain.

He had fallen in love with a fugitive, a criminal, a serial killer. . .His killer.