The Never Ending Call

Title: The Never Ending Call 12/?
Author: Kim Riley a.k.a. MYSTIC
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the producers of Emergency. Also, the character Mike Stoker is in no relation to the real one. Since they are no longer using them I’ve decided to take our boys out of the ‘closet’ and let them play and be happy. Enjoy.
Summary: What should have been a simple response to an emergency turns into what will seem a never ending nightmare.
Warnings: This is an Au story, also language, violence, abuse, attempted rape (I will not be graphic), and death (though not of E characters)
Rating: NC-17 (see warnings and m/m sex)
Pairing: John/Roy (Emergency fandom)
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"The Never Ending Call"

Roy moved up behind his anxious lover and started rubbing his shoulder, seeing the tension in them. He didn't care what Maria thought, as she was focused on her sleeping child. The others had long since gone to bed; only the three of them remained, Johnny remaining just as vigilant. "You need some sleep," he whispered.

"I can't, Roy," Johnny replied softly, leaning back into his love's ministrations.

"Her vitals have remained steady and strong for the past four hours, I think you did well."

"Then why has she not woken up yet," Johnny asked, looking up into his love's face, wanting answers to his fears.

"Exhaustion, the chloroform…I don’t know, but her temperature is down and as I said her vitals steady. There is nothing more you or I can do for her. You're exhausted…more than me," he added, before Johnny could protest. "As you see, the others knew she would need sleep as well as you," he said, raising his voice a little toward Maria, while nodding to the cots.

"I need to be here for my Maria…"

"And you won't be able to if you pass out from exhaustion. Now, both of you go lay down. I'll stay with her," he ordered. "I'll wake you both if she wakes…just a couple of hours…please."

It was easier to get Maria to lie down than Johnny, but soon he got them both down and covered with a blanket and moved to sit down next to Maria. He was not sure if he'd stay awake much longer himself, but he was a light sleeper by nature and felt he would stir if the little girl needed anything. He took her vitals once more and was pleased with them. They were still low, but steady and much improved over what they had been.

A sound caught his attention and it was then that Roy realized that he 'did' fall asleep. He looked to see a little girl, slowly reaching up to wipe her eyes. He grinned from ear to ear as he stood up and dashed to the beds and shook both occupants. "We have company," he smiled. He stood back and watched as Maria and Johnny leaped from their cots. He moved up to his partner and gave him a half hug, as Maria translated that her little girl said she was hungry…always a good sign. "You did good, Junior," he praised, glowing with pride.

"You mean 'we' did good," Johnny replied, sure that it would not have been so if he had been alone.

"Thank you…for this," Maria cried softly, truly happy her daughter seeming to be on her way to recovery. "It only goes to show you that God really does know what he is doing," she stated, then leaned in and kissed her little girl.

"I don't know about you, Pally, but I'm hungry myself," Johnny grinned.

"I think I could eat a bit," Roy joked then looked at Maria more somberly, "We'll see about getting a clear broth for her. It wouldn't be wise to give her anything more until the doctor arrives or we can get the radio up."

"I'm sure Celina will be more than happy to help you," Maria replied, holding her daughters hands. Then she looked down at her, as the little girl asked a question. She than started to laugh lightly, "My daughter asked for the names of her angels…she's never seen American's before," she smiled. "I wanted to know, is Junior your first name or are you named after your Father," she asked Johnny, since that was mostly what the blond…Roy, called him.

"Ah...no, Junior’s a…nick name. It's John Gage, and this is my partner Roy DeSoto, and we're probably far from angels as you can get," he smirked.

"On the contrary, you are probably the closest to angels we are likely to meet," Maria replied sincerely. "Where in America do you come from?"

"Los Angeles," Johnny said innocently, and looked puzzled as Roy and Maria laughed. "What?"

Roy only gave his 'angel' another half hug as Maria explained who the two strange men who helped her little girl were, to Teresa as she did not speak English yet. Then the little girl yawned as she reached out a hand toward Johnny, who took it in his, and watched her fall asleep again. Johnny couldn't help but notice the little hand in his and was filled with so many thoughts and emotions; from gratefulness that she lived to how he wished that someday he'd have a daughter of his own, or if such things would be possible in a gay relationship. The thoughts flashed quickly in his head then he placed the hand under the sheet and blanket to keep her warm.

"We'll have the broth brought to you and some room temperate water. Tiny sips at first, since she's been out for a while," Johnny instructed, recalling how it was for him after an operation. "Oh, and it's normal for her to drift in and out like that, so don't worry, okay?"

"Okay," Maria acknowledged then watched the two men that saved her little girl leave. She sat there, holding her hand and said a small prayer. "I know you can't hear me, Teresa, but your mother has to repay the kindness shown us, for God has shown me this in my heart. I pray that…if I do not return, your Uncle will love you and be there for you as you deserve, Mihija," she then kissed her little girl's sleeping face. "But I must try and stop what is about to happen, but Chavez…he will not like it and we know how he takes those who betray him…" she sighed and just sat there being with her daughter and again praying thanks and for guidance.

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The news spread fast at what the two Americans had done for Maria's little girl and many of them were grateful, though there were still those that glared at them as if 'they' were the enemy. Johnny had experienced that kind of thing before and told Roy to ignore it, but remain weary. Roy nodded, though he never stopped being weary of these men; he didn't trust most of them. They gathered some lunch as it was now late in the day and Johnny had been able to communicate 'enough' to get what was needed for Teresa. Then both men took their food and were shown another hut, still with only one bed, but it was larger and the place had a makeshift bathroom and a table and chair, though the bathroom had nothing for washing, just…using.

Johnny ate quickly as he was starving as did Roy and went to a table with a basin and poured some water and washed a little, pulling off his shoes to go lay down. Roy followed doing the same. He lay down next to Johnny and then rolled him in his arms, savoring the feel of his smooth skin. "I'm proud of you, Junior," he whispered, for he was. Johnny had taken charge where he would not have and Teresa was going to be okay because of it. He didn't give Johnny a chance to reply as he kissed his love deeply, with love and passion.

The kiss ignited Johnny's need and he returned the kiss with equal need and desire. "Make love to me," he whispered, needing the feel of his lover inside him.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Roy brushed his lips upon Johnny’s, letting the flow of feelings that vibrated from his soul mingle with his, as each gentle touch that came after the first sparked more and more life between them. They were one, the other half of their soul was housed in the other and when they connected like this, they were complete. Roy stretched his long firm body to cover every aspect of his mate's while the velvet kisses continued, and his hands caressed upward and mingled in silky threads of his love’s hair.

Capable hands moved to wrap around a firm waist, then inched their way up, finding every curve and valley of the toned back as fabric shifted underneath his fingers, giving way to the solid form he desired to touch. Slowly, the fabric bunched up and little by little exposed ivory skin. Easily he then slid back his hands, down to the break in the material of shirt and pants of his lover and slid in between to touch Roy's silken flesh; smooth and vibrant, with just the right amount of hair, just like the man himself. He went to speak, as a loving kiss from Roy landed on his cheek instead of his lips, but Roy's finger was placed on his lip, the touch as light as a feather, signaling that no words were needed for this union. He kissed the tip letting Roy know he understood, and let their bodies do the talking for them.

Roy caressed Johnny’s cheek with his lips, his hot breath blowing across the tiny almost invisible hairs that all human skin has. The lighter the touch the more intense the feeling it sparked. When he reached his lover’s right ear, he flicked his tongue for just a small taste of the inner shell and illicit a breathy moan from his lover. His first goal complete, Roy inched he way down, once more only letting his lips caress Johnny’s skin, not a kiss, not a lick, only a sweet caress of flesh and breath, until he reached the lower portion of Johnny’s neck, then he pressed his lips against the flesh, tenderly sucking it in, tasting the tanginess flavor that was uniquely his partner’s and savoring it; though even this he did not do harshly, for his actions, his touches, all designed as if dealing with the most frailest item ever, and to him Johnny was, because to Roy, he was priceless and he wanted to demonstrate this to his love.

Another breathy moan escaped his lips, as Roy's delicate touches continued to spark his passion, and yet deepen their connection. The tenderness in which Roy was treating him moved him; he felt his eyes moist with emotions as he understood just how much his partner, the other half of his soul cherished him. For his own part, Johnny slipped his hands beneath Roy's waistband of his pants and cupped the firm globes of his lover’s butt and messaged them, as the rest of him laid still and let Roy show him his love. Soon Roy moved downward, placing small butterfly kisses along the outline of his shirt collar, as Roy's skilled fingers started unbuttoning Johnny's black shirt; damp from the day's heat and last nights worry. As Roy made his trail down his chest; stormy blue eyes blazing up at him, he freed one of his hands and traced his lover's cheekbone, eye, temple, feeling the connection. He knew that Roy was more than just his soul, and lover, and mate, but a friend and a rarity, for though it is said no one can be all things to another, Roy came damn close and Johnny treasured this dearly.

Roy enjoyed the feel of Johnny's finger as it swirled around his temple, while he continued to remove the cloth barrier between them, cherishing each segment of skin bore before him as he did so. When the last button was undone, regretfully he shifted upward into a sitting position, interrupting Johnny’s survey of his face, but he had no doubts his love would find something else to satisfy his touch. He looked down and let his eyes see, really see the man before him; all his strengths and vulnerabilities, his power and his weakness, his joy and his sadness…everything that made his Junior, Johnny, and loved him even more.

Johnny freed his other hand and brought them together along the waist again, this time directly on the pale skin he loved so much. He laid his hands flat upon the flesh and moved them close together so his thumbs touched and then inched them upward, bringing up the annoying shirt and revealing all its hidden bounty. Again he felt the firm toned muscles in Roy's abdomen, then the slight rise where the ribs begin as well as the dip of the sternum, beneath his fingers. Then the baby fine blond hairs that dusted his love’s chest wrinkled under this palms, slightly tickling them. He rested his palms on Roy's pink nipples that were perked from arousal, and let his thumbs trace the outline of his pecs, his eyes dancing along his love’s body, soaking in its beauty.

Roy did a similar caress along Johnny’s smooth sculptured chest, letting his fingers memorize every inch, before making his way down to the waist, and undoing the clasp. He could tell how aroused his lover was, long before seeing the large bulge in the pants, by the black eyes that fired up at him with every touch. Once the pants were opened, Roy took Johnny’s hands and eased them into his grasp, placing a tender kiss in each palm, and then placed them above Johnny’s head; his way of letting Johnny know to remain still for this part. Then he removed his own shirt fully before he shifted his body up to his knees as he continued his trail of butterfly kisses along the bronze skin of his lover as more of it was revealed to him, as he moved the material aside.

Though still feeling cherished and love, Johnny was now feeling the painstakingly sweet pleasure that only can come from his love’s divine torture, as Roy inched off his pants, trailing light caresses with his lips along the way, never touching his aching cock. A part of him wanted to kick his pants off and grab Roy up and kiss him senseless, but he would always do as his love wanted, for in the end it was what he wanted. He belonged to Roy heart, body and soul, his gift to his love and he had no fear that Roy would abuse it. Roy adored him, cherished him, gave him things that no lover ever had; a sense of security beyond any he had ever known. Sure he was a fairly confident man, but there was nothing like having someone not only believing in you, but care for you, not only emotionally but physically. Many would think a man would not want this, but he did and it meant the world to him, for many times he felt he had to carry the world on his shoulders, it was nice to have someone carry him from time to time…like now. Now nothing mattered but Roy and the rest of the world was gone, until Roy said it was okay to go back, and then only after his soul revitalized by Roy's loving…it was amazing!

Once again he was amazed at how blessed he was as his mind absorbed the site of the bronze beauty, sprawled out in all his naked glory, his eyes now coal embers that blazed with passion and unbelievable depths of love for him…him, Roy DeSoto – an average Joe…but no more! It was not possible for him to be that anymore, not with such a blessed prize as his Junior that the universe for all its wonder had somehow and for some reason bestowed upon him. He would always be grateful to God and any other spirit, he would thank them if he could, though nothing he could say would probably ever be enough, but he would try, for having Johnny in his life was worth any effort to keep him and those behind him being here happy. With a shuttered breath he inched his way off the edge of the bed and removed his pants and underwear, his eyes never straying from his love.

He slowly crawled back on the bed, his body not quite touching Johnny’s as he moved up the tawny body that glistened like the sun in anticipation of their union. Roy's mind, filled with not only with fleshly desires, but found it moved in a direction no other lover before Johnny ever inspired…poetics. It was how he knew he loved Johnny even before there was even hope of their being together; for when the moment occurred that instead of fevered thoughts that normally occurred in the past while lusting and looking at the object of desire, foreign thoughts invaded, conquering his mind and his heart; only the man himself conquered his soul…by giving his own.

Roy didn’t quite recall the moment it all changed, but he did recall what he thought; that Earth had its seven wonders, but only the he had Johnny, making him the envy of all; yes that was the moment he knew he was in love. Now as he lowered his body, his skin melting upon this man’s flesh, he would have to say that the word love no longer could describe how he felt for Johnny, for its definitions felt too narrow, too restricted to what flowed from his being and felt returned by his Love. No, they were more than in love…they had surpassed it, and thus since no words fit, no words could be used in this joining; the language required just didn’t exist except in their souls.

Roy's body covered all of him and he reveled in the touch, so simple and yet so fulfilling as the slight extra weight left hidden indentations upon him; yes he relished this. As Roy's mouth closed over his, completing the alignment of their bodies, Johnny knew that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for Roy…nothing. The sweet fire of Roy's kiss stoked the fire that raged in his body being contained simply because it was Roy's wish. He also felt deft fingers glide down his chest, caress his hip before dancing delicately down the narrow segment of flesh between thigh and scrotum to his passage and caressed it with promise; he shivered in anticipation and spread his legs signaling he was more than ready. He was so caught up in the sensations he was experiencing that he lost track of when Roy had retrieved something for lubrication, for in moments after the promised touch, it was back, slick and pressing for entrance…he of course would allow it.

Roy leaned on his elbow as he lifted up to look at his love; he could never get enough of seeing this man, his puffy lips from kissing and flushed cheeks , stirred him like no other. He also loved to watch the small expressions of desire and pleasure cross his love’s face as he prepared his body for his entrance. Roy had come to not only enjoy this aspect of their love making, for he would never hurt his Johnny, but in his mind it became more than a simple act of love; it was sacred and thus made their union a holy act of worship to his love’s being. Sure he knew that if he ever said that to anyone they would think him nuts…perhaps he was, but it was how he felt and every time the feelings only increased making this moment more and more revered by him before they consummated their bond once more. He moved his fingers in and out of the tight heated passage, providing pleasure to his mate while making sure there would be no pain; he would rather cut his own cock off then hurt Johnny. He continued his ritual, stretching Junior, while soft kisses and licks were freely given to his love’s face, neck, and chest, while the other hand caressed dark locks. Then when he knew, how he knew he was not sure, but he did, when he knew Johnny was ready for him, he would place one small delicate kiss on his love’s eyes before shifting up and away, so he could position himself and Johnny for their joining; everything he did led up to this moment of pleasuring his mate.

He felt the cherished kiss upon his eyes and once more shivered at what was to occur, it always occurred after the ‘kiss’ and where some might find it predictable or routine, he could never say such, it never felt that way. Sure, he knew Roy would shift to his knees straddling his body, and then he would gather a few pillows or a blanket to place under him to make him comfortable, his touch delicate and loving, but it never felt automatic or preprogrammed. No, it felt very purposeful and deeply thought out, and thus it meant so much to him to feel and see this, increasing the level of intensity between them. This time as Roy made his precise and cherished moves Johnny felt the moisture run down his cheeks; he was crying, crying for reasons he could barely put thought too. He was beyond feeling joy in their love making, it was beyond love making and that was why he felt this way. Deep down he felt that even if they never would be able to hold any bonding ceremony as the laws didn't allow it, this union was it, as Roy placed the pillows under his hips and gently settled between his legs pressing his erect cock into him, it felt so much more than ever before as the fire raged beyond its normal white heat and he would swear their bodies burned blue, the color of flame at it’s hottest point before it moved beyond color, as their bodies merged. Time was irrelevant to him as he felt Roy's body and soul shift upon his own, giving pleasure upon pleasure with each shift and thrust, that it felt endless…eternal and yet when it peaked, the universe stepped aside it’s laws of physics and their bodies truly merged beyond flesh for that split second of infinity…they were one…and as the laws took back their rightful place, and they were in their own bodies once more, there could be no doubt a part of Roy was forever in Johnny, and a piece of Johnny was forever in Tom!

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It was late when Roy woke up and saw that the sun was setting. He shook his lover gently, "Junior, time to get up," he smirked. He wanted to make sure Johnny ate dinner and he knew his lover would want to check on the little girl Johnny stirred feeling the best ever and smiled up at his lover. In that shadowy light of dusk, Roy was convinced that Johnny 'was' an angel, he was so beautiful and his eyes sparkled with so much life. "We need to get dinner and go check on Teresa," Roy explained.

Johnny stretched quickly transforming from angel to feline in seconds, totally unaware of his actions, and got up and got dressed, recalling to shake out his shoes, as the Colonel warned; since things in Mexico liked to crawl into things. "Okay, I'll go check on Teresa, you get the dinner," Johnny suggested.

"No, you go get the dinner, I'll check on Teresa…remember, you speak the language a whole lot better than I do… Joven."

Johnny laughed, "You’re right, the way you speak it, you'd either get dinner or the business end of a butcher's knife. Okay, I'll get dinner and some more broth for her and meet you there."

Roy kissed his love once more and headed out. He moved inside the abandoned Church to see Maria and another man he had not met before. "How is she doing?"

"She woke, drank some water and a touch of broth and has slept since," Maria replied. "I would have sent for you if there had been any trouble," she added.

"Good. That mean's she's holding it down," Roy smiled as he started to gather another set of vitals, they were much stronger. "So far so good," Roy informed mother and friend.

"Roy, this is Javier, my brother," Maria introduced a man that looked a lot like her, but taller and bigger built.

"It is my honor to meet you," Javier stated as he offered a hand in friendship.

"Pleasures mine," Roy returned easily.

"Where is Johnny," Maria asked, a touch of concern in her eyes.

"He went to get us some dinner. He's picked up a lot more Spanish than I have," Roy chuckled.

"I will go see if he needs help…just in case," Maria smiled, not quiet meeting her eyes, then whispered something to her brother. "Javier will keep you company until we come back," she then added and left out of the church.

"I know you're an American, but how did you wind up here," Javier asked, as he took a chair nearby his nice.

Roy took another chair and started to explain his and Johnny's 'adventure' and it was Colonel Argentine that arranged their transport here. He had been so caught up in his conversation with Javier that he had not noticed the time pass until the end, and realized that Johnny and Maria had not returned. "I'd better go see what's keeping them," he finally suggested and started to rise only to be met with a gun in his face.

"Forgive me, Roy. But it is better that you stay here. Maria will look out for your friend, she has sworn this before God and the Mother, as I have sworn to keep you and my niece protected well. Here in the church you are out of sight and mind, few of 'them' dare come in here, thus it is safer here," Javier explained.

Roy couldn't grasp the concept of being kept safe with a gun pointing at him, and the fact that Johnny was in trouble only urged him need to find him. "Unless you plan on shooting me, I'm walking out that door to find my partner," Roy told Javier firmly.

Javier was hesitant, for he could see that Roy understood he would not shoot him and put the gun away. "It is probably already too late, they are most likely gone," he then said.

"Gone…gone where. What the hell is going on," Roy demanded.

"There was no way to get you and your friend out of here until the doctor arrives; he is late. Maria overheard Chavez make a deal with someone who wants your friend…I do not know why. She told me that if we could not sneak you out on the boat, she would go with Chavez and would remain with your friend to protect him; she is a skilled soldier. It is the only way, for Chavez would kill us all if we openly betrayed him."

Roy's eyes went wide as the words sunk in, then he sprang into action, running to the exit and into the village; it was empty of the soldiers. He called for Johnny and one of the women told him…Johnny was gone.

****End of part Twelve****