Captive *Complete*

Chapter Ten

Ethan Miller.

"Any updates about his whereabouts?"

That was the first thing Ethan asked when he answered Liam’s call. It has been three months since he got back home, and many things were unfolded. Ethan learned about the fact why he had Janey's heart, and why he was the one sent by his father to track Wyatt.

A week after he got back and after the horrid news of Wyatt’s death, Ethan chose to investigate further than just sulk and mope around the house for losing him. Even though there was no body to be found, the Mad Vigilante was confirmed dead by Mark. He saw his body down the cliff with blood around it, and it'd be impossible for anyone to survive that fall.

Due to a sudden blizzard that occurred that day, they were unable to retrieve the body. And the thick snow did its job in burying him several feet under.

Liam informed him that he tried his best to get Wyatt’s body back, but they weren't able to find it. Ethan actually felt a bit happy that Wyatt died in a place he liked. His spirit was free and resided around somewhere as pure and serene as him.

He just hated that the last thing he saw morphed on Wyatt’s face, was a disappointment, hurt, and sadness. He was the one who made him feel that way, and it pained him.

At that time, what Wyatt said made no sense than what Nathan and Mark told him.

Ethan blamed himself for losing someone who stole his heart and made him feel complete, for the first time in his lonely life. If he did have a little bit of trust in Wyatt, he would've figured out that he was being truthful. That SCU and his father were the bad guys and not him.

He started investigating when a video was leaked to the media. A video showing Wyatt and some other subjects going through some sick experiments. A video of his dad talking about how Janey was the key, but due to her fragile and sick body, he needed to transfer her abilities to someone else. Someone with a capability to sustain that power.

The news circulated quickly around the world, and many investigations were conducted. Protests and riots were held everywhere to bring his father to justice. A man that people called a crazy scientist and Ethan couldn't agree more.

SCU took the major hit, and its major unit was being investigated for illegal human hosting. Needless to say, there were several cases found.

Ethan was shocked when he saw his file, and he carefully studied it. He was more disgusted when the nurse involved in those heinous crimes came forward with more evidence; proof about how cruel and relentless his father was. She told him about Janey and how he was chosen to hold her powers, how her ability to open and close the vortex was a threat to the SCU.

Apparently, Dr. Miller, his father, knew that she would grow up with the same believes as her mother. Janey being even more powerful, she could've easily terminated their sick business. He knew that he needed to act fast, and killing her without keeping her abilities was out of the question. His father knew that his best option was to transfer those abilities, and who was a better subject than his own son, someone who he could easily manipulate to work for him.

The nurse told him how Wyatt was a better choice to host Cain. A demon who was ironically honorable and refused to bow down to humans. More importantly, to his father.

Dr. Miller planned to let Ethan chase Wyatt, and since Ethan was conditioned to kill off Cain slowly, his plan almost worked. It would have worked if George didn't get involved and took over the SCU.

Ethan zoned back in when he heard Liam heavily sigh. "No trace so far, I'm afraid. The man had like vanished from the face of the earth."

Enraged, Ethan seethed. "He must be somewhere! You guys are just not looking."

He was angered by the fact that someone as ruthless as his father could get away with those immoral crimes. He would get away with the death of Wyatt, Janey, and their parents.

It pissed him off because he was blaming himself. He felt like it was his fault that Wyatt lost his family, his freedom, and eventually, his own life.

"Ethan, you know that we're doing our best. . .We'll find him, and he'll be prosecuted, trust me." His friend's tone of voice laced with sympathy, and it just fueled his fury. He didn't deserve pity and sympathy. He was as much guilty as his father. He had stolen everything from Wyatt.

His sister's heart, and emotionally, Wyatt’s as well.

Ethan never loved anyone like he loved Wyatt, and it hurt that he didn't believe the man that did nothing but keeping him alive. A man who gently touched him, kissed him, and made love to him. . .A man that he forever lost.

He laced his trembling fingers through his hair, heaving a hefty sigh.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you." He apologized to his understanding friend. "It just, I can't, Liam. I-I can't forget about him, no matter how much I tried. . .Not seeing him or being with him hurts."

He could feel the wetness of his cheeks as he cried again. All he has been doing all these past months was crying and letting out his frustration on his friends. His health deteriorated from lack of sleep and nutrition. He could see the bones whenever he stood in front of the mirror. And the worst thing was that he believed he deserved worse than this.

He wished he could take out that problematic heart which only caused him all this agony.

Ethan collapsed on the floor with the phone in his tight grasp. Liam was silent, and he knew that his friend was unsure of what to do.

Liam tried so many times to get him out of the house, to stop him from investigating this futile maze, but he always refused.

Ethan wanted to keep going until they'd find his dad and lock him up. He wanted him dead and wished if he had it in him to track and kill him. The investigation was his way of self-torment, and so far, it was working.

"Ethan?"

His friend called when the line grew silent, while he was sobbing quietly.

"Ethan, are you okay?" Liam asked frantically. Fear trembled his gentle voice.

"Yes," Ethan groggily responded. He composed himself for the sake of his concerned friend and sniffled back the tears. "I'm still here."

"How about you rest a little bit. Tyler has yet to call me from Switzerland, hopefully with good news."

Tyler, when he learned what was going on, wanted nothing but to catch his father and bring justice to those who died. He didn't rest and followed every lead to find him, and Ethan was sure that he would find him eventually.

He smiled at the hopeful and uplifting voice and felt guilty for separating the newlyweds for almost three months now. He could tell that Liam missed his husband but was keeping it together for his sake.

"Okay," He halfheartedly obliged. "Please call me if there is any update."

He was about to end the call, but he remembered something.

"Liam?" He called, hoping that the other was still on the line.

"Yes?"

"How about the video? Were you able to trace the source?"

Another defeated sigh was heard. Ethan knew that whoever leaked it, was way skilled for even the FBI to trace.

"Nothing so far, and the same about that Luke guy you told us about."

He groaned loudly for his friend to hear, who added.

"Wyatt didn't have any relatives or friends that went by that name. And it didn't help that you don't even know how he looked like."

Ethan wished he did know anything about that guy. He wished he could meet him and talk about Wyatt. He could talk for hours about his blue-eyed captor without getting bored. He wanted to know how they met. How did Wyatt escape and survive? He wanted to know what he liked and what he hated. . .And more importantly, he wanted to know why he kept him alive.

Luke was someone to Wyatt, and he hoped to learn more about him. Maybe even befriend him. Even though he was sure that Luke most likely hated him for causing Wyatt’s death.

He hummed a sound that expressed agreement and ended the call with a lazy goodbye. He stood up from the cold floor and sat on his couch, turning on the TV to keep himself distracted.

His eyes would always drift to his fully healed foot. The scars of the bear trap were still there, and he wished to always keep them. It was something from Wyatt. A painful reminder of what he had and lost at the same time.

He brushed his fingers over the bullet wound and smiled at the memory of Wyatt cleaning it. How his tongue would stick out in careful concentration to not irritate the wound. How he looked back at him with clouded cerulean blue eyes, when he moaned from the pleasurable pain as he bandaged his leg.

Ethan loved how those innocent sapphires turned dark, lustful, and experienced when they met his own.

His eyes snapped towards the sound of untrimmed paws on his wooden-waxed floor. The mop of snowy white fur came in a flash by his side. Lucky had that sad look on his steel-gray eyes. He as well missed his rightful owner and would keep whining every night. He loved how Lucky easily grew attached to him. It was like he felt his love for Wyatt and would comfort him at night by joining his cries.

Ethan was glad that they were able to save him. Technically, Lucky died that night, but Ethan being what he was now, saved him. He somehow opened the vortex that night, and clang to Lucky's soul, pulling him back. He just wished he could do the same for Wyatt. He tried many nights to reach for him, to seek and find him, but to no avail.

Wyatt’s soul wasn't in the world in between. He must have joined his family, the people who he truly loved. Ethan couldn't blame him for choosing to give up on this life.

Lucky whined, and Ethan knew what he wanted. The wild canine seemed to love to snuggle with him, so he moved a little bit to give him some room to lay beside him.

His slim fingers combed the silky fur, and it calmed both of them. Lucky had his eyes closed and huffed a hefty breath. He seemed to be thinking again about Wyatt. Ethan felt his hot tears slip down his cheek when he started reminiscing about that love act, they had. How sensual, loving, and careful were Wyatt’s touches, how his cold fingers caressed his burning chest. How those pink lips claimed his own gently. . .

A sob escaped his lips, and Lucky opened his eyes and stared at him. He looked like he understood what he was going through, and Ethan got surprised when the wolf licked his tears and whimpered. That simple soothing act made him cry harder.

He and Lucky stayed that way for a while. Him crying his heart out, and Lucky comforting him with faint sad howls. The tiredness took over him, and he drifted to sleep with Lucky pressed against his chest.

He woke up to the sound of his phone. Lucky looked annoyed to be awoken, and so did he. He answered the call, and Liam’s cheerful voice deafened him as he screamed excitedly.

"They found him, Ethan! Tyler found him!"

"He did?!" He exclaimed in disbelief. He felt more awake now with sudden joy. He sat up, and so did Lucky, who tilted his head with an intense gaze at him.

"Yes, he did, Ethan. He just called today and said that he was found in a small town in Appenzell."

"He did?" Ethan whispered to himself. "He did." He repeated once more with a relieved and joyful tone.

He hugged the wolf, who seemed to feel his joy as he wagged his tail happily. Ethan's nose nuzzled in the white fur of the wolf, and he felt the happy tears gliding down. He felt relieved but somehow sad. Finding his dad was keeping him going and distracting him from the fact that Wyatt’s death was real. Still, he felt happy that finally his beloved and his family would find peace and rest wherever they were.

"Yes, Ethan. He did." Liam said with a chuckle and added in a serious and musing tone. "And get this, Ethan,"

That sentence grabbed his full attention as he sat up straight on the couch, pulling his new pet by his side.

"What?" He asked nervously.

"He was tied up on his bed when Tyler found him. He said that the local police received a call from an anon about the wanted man. He has so many wounds and bruises and was believed to be tortured for days. . .Tyler said that he may have lost his mind."

Ethan's heart tightened a bit for hearing this about his father. He might have hated what the man did, but he still felt some loyalty and love towards him.

"Ethan," He heard his friend resume with a strain in his voice. He absently gulped and bit his lip, waiting for what he would say next.

"Tyler said that your father had lashes and bruises on his back. And by the seriousness of his voice, it was so much even for him to see. He was apparently held there for days, maybe weeks. And went through some horrible s**t by how he reacted when Tyler found him. . .I suggested to get him treated there before bringing him back to the US."

Cold sweat dripped down Ethan's spine at what he heard. Yes, his father deserved the worst, but this sounded far worse than he could've imagined.

The news might have traveled across the globe, but there was no way that someone would recognize him in that city. It was part of the reason why they weren't able to find him, so whoever held him there, wasn't a local. This must be someone who tracked him down with a purpose. The torture that Liam described showed how much this person must have known or witnessed such a thing. Those were part of his father's experiments, and someone thought that he should taste a bit of his own medicine.

"Ethan,"

Humming, Ethan replied with an inattentive hum. His mind was exploring the possibilities of whoever that was.

"Do you think that who held him there would be-"

"Luke," Replied with certainty. It made perfect sense for him to be the one who tortured his father. His methods were a bit extreme as Wyatt’s. He must have learned it from him or might have gone through those experiments himself.

"I only asked because Tyler said that the word ‘Vigilante’ was written with your father's lost blood, in the room, they found him in."

Ethan cringed at the image of his father being all bloody and weak. He always held that image of strength and confidence when it came to him, and now it seemed that someone had broken him.

The Vigilante.

It was definitely a revenge message from a grieving friend. He wouldn't be surprised if the so-called Luke came to his front door with a clear motive to end it. Ethan remembered how this stranger insisted that Wyatt should finish the job and kill him, and sometimes he wished that his captor did just that.

Maybe that way he would've been with him.

He chuckled at his hopeful thinking and sighed when Liam asked him what was funny. He wanted to say that his life right now was bitterly funny. Wyatt came into his life when he didn't have any purpose. Tracking and finding him brought the life within him. He didn't believe that he fell for him on the first day, and if it did happen again, he would've fallen in love with him again and again.

He dismissed Liam’s question and ended the call abruptly, saying that he would pass by his office tomorrow to talk some more.

Ethan strolled to the kitchen to grab something to eat. Somehow hearing that his father was caught made him hungry. He opened his full fridge that Liam filled and studied what it contained. Nothing looked fulfilling, and he wished he wasn't this far away from the city to call for pizza delivery.

He grabbed a beer and closed the bone-chilling fridge. He chucked the first gulp and hissed when it stung his throat.

He walked back to where Lucky stood rigid, staring at the front door, with his ears perking out and twitching. He thought that he must have wanted to go hunt in the woods, but when he saw him sniff the air, he knew that it must be something else.

Suddenly, Lucky howled an ear-popping howl and jumped at the front door. He started scratching the fine wood, making Ethan both intrigued and a bit annoyed.

"What is it, boy?" He asked the wolf as he placed down his beer bottle and strode towards the door. A faint knock was heard, and Ethan felt his eyebrows quirk in question.

No one but Liam and Tyler knew about his whereabouts. It was for safety procedure that they placed him in this fine cabin in the woods. This way, he was far and safe from the media's prying eyes and the unwanted conflicts of grieving families.

He peeked through the peephole and was surprised to see some guy with a red cap labeled with his favorite pizza place. He pulled back more confused and stared at the whining wolf. He howled again, and whoever was behind the door called his name.

Hearing the muffled voice made Ethan feel a familiar fuzziness and warmth. He didn't feel like arming himself with the baseball bat that was by the door, as he held it wide open.

His heart stopped beating for mere concerning seconds, and he felt that he was choking on air as he stared at those beautiful eyes that captivated his soul. His captor got jumped by the whimpering wolf who licked his face and nuzzled his muzzle in his neck, taking in his scent. He let that giggle Ethan grew to love when the wolf licked his neck lovingly.

Wyatt.

Ethan's hand gripped the knob more tightly when his brain processed what he was seeing. Wyatt was alive and well. He was at his front porch with a pizza in a hand while the other kept petting the ecstatic wild canine.

His breath hitched when those icily blue eyes stared back at his own, and his feet wobbled. He felt himself growing weak as his chest shook. He was crying again, both in happiness and in fear. Happy to see the man he loved being well and safe, and afraid that he was here to kill him as he should've done all along.

Ethan jumped back when Wyatt stepped forward and got surprised when a cold hand laced around his wrist and pulled him towards those caring eyes, enticing lips, and the long-missed face of his once before captor. He sobbed harder when his chest met the hard and warm chest of his Wyatt.

He did the same as Lucky and brushed his nose over Wyatt’s neck, sniffing that scent of wilderness and sandal he missed for these tormenting, cold and lonely months.

Ethan didn't know when he was dragged inside and to the couch. He pulled away to find himself on grinning Wyatt’s lap, and he couldn't help but smile.

He opened his mouth to ask many of the questions that made him frown, but he was stopped when Wyatt pulled him to a needy and passionate kiss. His cold pulp lips moved against his own in a flowing motion.

Ethan sighed against Wyatt’s demanding pair when he snapped back from his surprise and started kissing back. His elegant fingers combed and pulled that falling cap away. He pressed their faces even more hungrily, claiming those long-missed sweet lips. He felt Wyatt’s tongue lick his bottom lip, and he opened them invitingly, accepting that luscious tongue as it discovered every corner of his mouth. His tongue caressed and massaged his own, making him moan. His throaty moan made Wyatt push him down on the couch and hovered over him. His lips were swollen and red like Ethan adored.

Wyatt leaned down and brushed his lips against his teasingly. It burned, and Ethan felt himself leaning upward to meet them and relish in that comforting warmth.

"I missed you, Ethan," Wyatt spoke huskily. His warm and minty breath made him want to crash his lips back again with those taunting one.

Ethan's eyes trailed back to the man's eyes, and almost gasped when he saw the tears that glazed them, making them more bright and stunning.

"You saved me, Ethan. It was you who saved me." Wyatt stated with a shaky voice.

His dimples deepened as he smiled with tears streaks on his rosy cheeks.

"I wanted to give up, and you brought me back." Wyatt’s hand caressed Ethan's cheek, and he closed his eyes, relishing the pleasing feeling. "Your smile," His Ex-captor said as his thumb brushed his lip, stealing away the air from Ethan's lungs. "Your eyes,"

Ethan opened his eyes and looked back at the eyes that showed nothing but sincere love and care. Wyatt’s hand trailed down to his chest, and his nail brushed against his clothed n****e, making him grunt in pleasure.

"Your hot body that warmed my dead heart." Wyatt’s hand sneaked under his shirt, pulling it up. Fiery tingles stung Ethan's chest where that cold soft hand caressed. He couldn't help but squirm in need for more.

"Wyatt," He whimpered and gasped when he felt something lick his cheek. Ethan looked up and groaned when he found a wolf muzzle close to his face.

Wyatt had a hand covering his mouth as he tried to stifle back a burst of laughter. He couldn't as he wheezed at his bright red face from embarrassment.

He pulled a nearby cushion and hit Wyatt across the head, making him lean back on him while laughing even harder. Lucky joined as well, howling happily. Ethan couldn't help but smile at the beautiful sight.

They sat there enjoying each other’s company in silence, as they ate the delicious pizza. Ethan never felt more hungry in his life, and he ate while he felt Wyatt’s eyes on him.

"Need a drink?" Wyatt asked as soon as he let Lucky out to hunt for his dinner.

Ethan nodded while munching on the last piece. His eyes followed that lean figure, taking in and memorizing every inch. Even though Ethan knew every part of that body, he couldn't help but feel like it was the first time whenever his eyes got captured by him.

Wyatt sat down and must have noticed that he was gazing at him. He gulped thickly when he leaned down and bit down the end of the last bite he absently held between his teeth. The blue-eyed angel smirked at him and turned back to look at the TV like nothing had happened.

The tightness in his pants only increased as he stared at that bobbing Adam apple under that long luscious neck. He cleared his throat, trying to clear his clouded mind, and stared at him.

"How did you survive?"

He asked the question that kept nagging him the most.

"I mean," He went on when Wyatt arched a brow with a mischievous grin on his lips. "Mark saw you down the cliff all bloodied and. . .dead."

Wyatt just shrugged as an answer and placed down the empty beer bottle on the nearby table. He looked back at him, and Ethan saw the craving in his eyes. He didn't register that his face was growing near until their faces were mere inches apart.

"I want you." Was all that Wyatt said, and it had Ethan's erection twitch inside his pants. The other didn't waste time in closing the distance between them by, latching his soft lips on his own. The lust was building up in his body. Something Ethan never felt before.

Butterflies fluttered in his stomach at the gentleness of his Ex-captor's touches.

Wyatt had slid his hand under his shirt, making him release a shuddered breath from how cold his hand was. He groaned when those frosty fingers pinched his semi-erect n****e as Wyatt worked his mouth skillfully on his own. The kiss was hot, passionate, and needy.

Ethan's head was once again met with the soft couch. Their lips parted for few seconds as Wyatt worked himself in getting them both comfortable. Their lips met again, and he felt his hand tugging his pants down.

Ethan didn't know if he was living a dream or reality, and his mind was so clouded with lust to think straight. All he could think about was Wyatt and his feathered touches, soft caresses, and those sensual kisses.

Wyatt worked himself down to Ethan's neck, placing soft kisses. His teeth grazed down his jaw as he nibbled at his sweet spot. It had Ethan suppress a moan and expose his neck fully for Wyatt to play with.

He felt him sucking on the same spot, claiming him as his. He bit down a little bit teasingly, and this time Ethan released a lewd moan.

"Ahh, Wy."

The nickname worked in his favor as those sinister eyes looked back at him, and that mischievous smirk found its way to those sexy lips. His Ex-captor's hand brushed down against his hard n*****s to his hips. His thumbs fiddled with the end of his boxers that Ethan was aware they were a bit wet from his precum.

Wyatt worked his mouth skillfully from the nook of his neck down to his chest. His skilled tongue licked around those pleading to be touched nips down to his V-neck.

Ethan looked up expectantly at the other, and he didn't waste time in sliding down his boxers.

His fully erect c**k sprang up, and the s****l hunger was clear on those crystal blue eyes. Wyatt had spread his legs to gain access to his erection. His lips yet again placed butterfly kisses on the inside of his thighs, making him writhe in want.

"Wyatt, please touch me." He pleaded and couldn't believe how horny he sounded.

He felt the now warm hand around his erection, giving it a soft stroke. Ethan started moaning his beloved's name when he felt something warm around the head.

Wyatt had started licking the head before placing a kiss on the tip. He took him inside his hot mouth and sucked him senselessly.

Ethan never had a b*****b from a man before, and so far, this was the best.

He felt the familiar knot in the pit of his stomach and moaned at Wyatt.

"I'm going. . .Ahh." He wasn't able to finish as his lover blew him hard and fast. Ethan couldn't hold it and spilled his seeds inside the other’s mouth.

The sight of Wyatt swallowing everything turned him on even more. Wearily, he pulled Wyatt over him and thanked those lips with a heated kiss. He could taste himself in his mouth, and it felt so hot, making his member shamelessly twitch again in familiar crave.

He heard Wyatt unzipping his pants, and when the latter pulled away, Ethan watched the fully erected p***s get positioned against his entrance. He rubbed himself against him, and Ethan followed the motion in sync. He felt the need for more and pushed against Wyatt, earning a sensual and erotic moan from those lips.

Moans, grunts, and lewd words were heard across the house. It wouldn't surprise Ethan if their erotic cries were heard across the woods.

"Cain helped me escape," Wyatt explained.

They were both snuggled on the bed. Ethan had his head on his chest, listening to him explaining what happened.

Ethan hummed for him to continue. Although he was feeling tired and wanted nothing but to catch some long waited peaceful sleep.

"Your friend saw what Cain wanted him to see. My feet did slide down to a cliff, and thanks to you, I survived."

Ethan felt Wyatt’s hand gently lift his face to meet his gaze. "I would've given up, but remembering your face, your smile and voice, made me pull through. . .I found the strength to rescue myself, and I gripped on a sturdy tree's exposed root for life. . ."

"I heard that guy coming closer, and for the first time in my life, I feared to die. I didn't want him to kill me before having another chance with you, and Cain helped."

Smiling, Ethan pulled himself up a bit and placed a peck on Wyatt’s lips.

"Please thank him for me."

A dry chuckle escaped those wet and enticing lips that Ethan couldn't help but stare at in admiration.

"I think, I did. Cain is no longer being hosted by me."

Ethan lifted his heavy head from tiredness and arched an eyebrow in silent question.

"Let's just say, that your father had more than he worked for."

"You mean," Ethan gasped in sudden realization. "It was you?!"

He watched him nod in confirmation and pulled his head back down against his chest.

"Cain asked me to help him jump to your father's body, and I did. This way, he could experience what he caused to all of us without dying. Killing him wasn't satisfying. Besides, I couldn't deprive you of the last member of your family."

The love in those eyes didn't surprise Ethan, and he was sure that he mirrored Wyatt’s expression. He shook his head and placed his hand around the other’s neck.

"You're my family now."

Smiling, Wyatt replied. "I can't believe that I fell for someone I held captive."

The end.