Six Thousand Five Hundred Miles

"Better than you." Mike snapped, crossing his arms. He'd rather be kidnapped by Harris, as the man at least respected him. Wade... he could see the man's intentions. And they weren't good.

Wade laughed, "Oh darling you haven't had me yet. Wait until you do. You'll love it."

Mike glared. "I dont wanna fuck you, Keep your hands off me." He hissed.

"You will by the end of our time together," Wade laughed, scooting closer to Mike. "I'll make you feel like Randy never does."

Mike scooted away. "No thank you. And I don't sleep with Randy. That's Johnny's job. Now get away from me." He hissed, getting a little scared.

Wade pressed his hand against Mike's lap, "Oh I don't think you want me to."

Mike huffed, fristrated and slapped Wade's hand away. "I don't want you to, okay? Now please, stop!" He was at the point of begging. He did not want Wade in any way, shape or form.

Wade laughed, rubbing the younger man's leg, "You'll want this in time."


Harris sighed, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he headed out of the hotel. He was NOT in the mood to be on this job, let alone having to find a new plane to Turkey.

Mike shook his head, wiping his eyes. He did not want Wade touching him. "Just stop, please..." he whispered.

Wade laughed, "I'll stop when I get what I want. But not now, no, I'd rather just sit here and enjoy the company now. So, how was the filthy old man?"

"Better than you could ever be." Mike grumbled, crossing his legs. He wanted to leave. He wanted Harris. He regretted getting mad at the man. He wanted to be with him... not with Wade...

Wade smirked, snaking his hand to seperate Mike's legs before he was on top of him. "Let me show you how good I can be..."

Mike pushed against Wade, his heart going a million miles an hour. "No! Get off me!" He growled, his eyes misty as he tried to close his legs. He loathed this man for what he was doing.

Wade unzipped his pants just enough so that he could enter Mike once he had the other mans pants down. He smirked, thrusting hard. "Oh shut up. It's what you get paid to do so enjoy it."

Mike cried out, pain shooting through his body. "Stop! please, just stop!" He cried, struggling against Wade. He maybe be a whore, but that didn't mean he got paid to be violated.

Wade pinned Mike down, smirking at the young man. "Shut. Up. And. Enjoy. IT!" he roared, hitting his sweet spot with every thrust.

Mike whimpered, not at all enjoying it. He bit his lip. He got an erection but he still didn't want it. he still had tears in his eyes. It hurt. Bad. He just wanted it to end.

Wade groaned, feeling himself rush over the edge inside of Mike before pulling out. "That was...great..."

Mike shivered, feeling himself all torn up o the inside from the roughness. "I hate you..." He his, tears running down his cheeks as he shakily pulled up his pants.

"Ah, you'll learn to love me in time pet," Wade smirked.

"I'm not you pet." Mike whispered, pulling his knees to his chest and wiping his eyes.

"You will be in time," Wade smirked again, grabbing a bottle of wine and making them both a glass.

Mike didn't answer. He just looked down at his lap, wondering how the hell he got into this mess in the first place.

Harris frowned as the two men stopped him at the airport terminal. "Sir we're goign to have to direct you to another place." one of them said.

Harris shook his head, "I don't get it. I passed the metal detector just fine." he had a sinking suspicion that these people weren't who they said they were.

The men brought Harris into a back room in the airport. They had taken down the camera's earlier and locker the door. On man kick Harris in the gut, another pulling out a gun and pressing it to Harris's head, a smirk on his face.