The Never Ending Call

Title: The Never Ending Call 7/?
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 a 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 woke, for he was cold and as he reached out to cuddle Johnny closer, he couldn't find him. "You okay, Junior," he called out half asleep, but only silence greeted him. He snapped awake and jumped to his feet and moved to the restroom and found it empty. The idea of Johnny not being in sight at present hit him like a ton of bricks and he was swept away with worry. He immediately moved out to the hall, wondering which way Johnny might have gone, then thought topside and started in that direction.

Suddenly the echo of a gun shot rattled off the metal walls and fear gripped his heart. He started running as other crew members poked their heads out wondering what the hell had happened. Roy got to the next level where he saw Colonel Argentine with a gun in his hand, pointing it in a room and the sound of someone begging in Spanish also came from the same location. Praying that Johnny was not involved as well as his instincts to help those hurt, drove him forward. "What happened," he asked, instinctively.

"I don't like rapist," he replied casually, then turned to look at Roy, though the gun remained steady in the diron oon of the room. "Which is a good thing for you and your friend," he added his look serious.

"Johnny," Roy asked, now terrified, not caring if there was a gun, and pushed his way in the room. Johnny had just managed to get what looked like a dead body off him, his cloths only partly torn, his face bruised. Another guy was on his knees begging the Colonel; most likely for his life. Roy only cared about Johnny at present and dashed across the room, and shoved the dead guy, aside, "Are you okay," he asked, full of concern, looking Johnny over, while examining the cut to his mouth.

Johnny didn't care what anyone thought at the moment, as he dived into Roy's arms and held him tightly. He didn't cry he didn't say a word, just held tightly and shook from fear; it had been a near thing.

"I suggest you take your young friend back to your quarters and clean him up. I'll send some hot water down," the Colonel instructed calmly. He then barked some orders to some of his men, which prompted two to entered the room and dragged the begging man out, who continued to beg. Then two more came in and grabbed the body

"Thank you," Roy said, very grateful that the Colonel had stopped what could have been horrible from happening.

"As I said, I don't like rapists," the Colonel replied. "Though your young friend here, he fights like a wild cat. I think they would have regretted any victory they got," he added. "But no worry, you'll have no more trouble on my ship," he added and then left as if he simply had been bidding them goodnight.

"Come on, Junior, lets get you out of here," he whispered, keeping Johnny secure within his embrace. He wasn't sure at first if Johnny was going to cooperate, but after a minute, Johnny shifted and together they got up and started for the door. It was a tight fit, moving down the hall, and probably hard on Johnny, as several of the crew had remained to 'gawk' as they climbed down to their level. They pasted only one lurker before making it back to their room. On the table were a large bucket and a medium thick candle with a holder, lit.

Roy closed the door and moved Johnny over to a chair, but it seemed Johnny was not inclined to letting him go. "Just let me get a cloth from the bathroom so I can clean you up," he said, trying to release Johnny's iron grip. "It's okay, Junior, I'm here," he whispered. "I'm just getting a cloth and a towel and I'll be right back, I promise," he added.

Johnny released him and he moved quickly getting what he would need and hurried right back. Johnny didn't reach out for him again, just sat there, trying to be brave in Roy's opinion. Roy gathered the other chair and pulled it as close as he could. "Johnny, you you tell me what happened? Do you hurt anywhere," he asked as he started to wash some of the splattered blood from the other man off Johnny's face. "Come on, Junior, talk to me," he insisted, getting a bit scared that Johnny hadn't said a word as of yet.

"I want to go home, Roy," Johnny said, his voice like a small lost child.

Roy's heart broke, "I know, I do too. We'll be home soon enough, you'll see,' He replied, caressing the warm cloth over Johnny's face. He looked horrible, as he was pale, his face covered in specks of blood and he still had that cut on the side of his head.

"I also want a bath," Johnny added.

Roy had to smile, for he admired Johnny's spirit. Already he was bouncing back from his ordeal and Roy found his love's ability to do so astounding at times and now was very glad this was the case. "Come on, Junior. Let's get you out of these things and I'll help you clean up, sound good," he smiled, not going to rush things, but Johnny had a fair amount of blood on his uniform shirt; much like Roy did on his. Boy, were they a pair to see.

Johnny simply shook his head and helped Roy remove his uniform shirt, then stripped down to his undershirt and shorts, as Roy guided him to the bed. "Just lie down and I'll clean you up," he told him, not wanting Johnny to get a chill as it was getting very cold again. Once Johnny was lying down, He also stripped to his shirt and shorts, then brought over the bucket and the cloth and towels and slowly washed Johnny's face once more, dabbing his hair again, followed quickly be a dry towel. Then he washed Johnny's arms and hands and dried them as well. The water was hot, so he could see it felt good as Johnny relaxed under his touch. "You want me to get your legs," he asked, still keeping his voice low, so Johnny could remain relaxed. Seeing the nod yes, he replaced the blanket on top of Johnny to keep him warm, and shifted the lower portion and gently washed each leg, taking his time as he moved the cloth over each curve and valley of his love's limbs. Once again he followed up with the towel so Johnny wouldn't get chilled. "More," was all he asked, knowing how Johnny would feel better if he were clean.

Johnny didn't say anything, just removed his shirt and laid it aside, his eyes looking up at Roy with trust and contentment, and perhaps more, but Roy was not going to break the spell that was between them by thinking. Again, he dipped and rung out the cloth in the bucket and then slowly caressed it along Johnny's smooth muscular chest. He noticed how the candle light set his dark skin a fire, and his nipples perked due to the cold. Slowly from one side to the other, then down to the firm abdomen, just around the waist line of the shorts. He then dried Johnny's chest, just as slowly. A part of him wanted to wash the rest of Johnny, to see him, touch him, sooth him…love him, but couldn't seem to find it in him to push it that far; but wanted too. "Better," he whispered, and was rewarded with a soft smile he had never seen before. It was sultry, vulnerable, and one of the most sincere smiles he'd seen from his partner.

Roy was slightly startled, but not much, as Johnny took the cloth from him and shifted up, to sit up, and dipped it in the bucket, then washed his face, just as slowly and tenderly as he had done moments before. He found he could say nothing, fear of breaking this moment, and allowed Johnny to wash and dry his face. Then it was his arms and hands, just as tenderly, as if he were being caressed instead of washed; it was sending shivers up and down his spine, but he wasn't cold. He could feel a fire burning deep within him as the touch slide up and down his skin. He also could feel some heat building between his legs, but was lost in the moment, as Johnny's eyes seemed locked with his, reading his mind, his spirit, his soul.

Johnny then washed Roy's legs, widening the cloth, so it covered the with of Roy's thick thigh, and he used both hands to caress the cloth down, over the knee, the leg, then caressed the back of the thigh, and calf before gently washing the foot, then drying the leg. The process was repeated on the other leg. By now, Johnny was almost straddling him, as Roy was leaning on his left elbow, to allow Johnny access to wash him. Then Johnny looked up at him, his dark eyes blazing, holding some unknown enchantment that Roy could not nor wanted to break. He voice but a breeze as he spoke, "more?"

Roy shivered, for he could feel the heat off Johnny's body and knew that he could end it here with just one word, but he didn't want to end this. Like Johnny, he didn't say a word, simply removed his shirt. He watched a sexy smile cross Johnny's face as he once more dipped the cloth in the bucket and moved even closer to wash his chest. He could feel Johnny's breath on hhoulhoulder, as he leaned in to 'see' he was doing a good job. Roy could practically 'feel' Johnny's lips they were so close. The cloth caressed over one of his nipples and he had to suppress a moan, it felt so good, the way Johnny was touching him; he wanted more, much more.

"Johnny," Roy breathed out, it hardly counted as noise, but his partner looked up at him with his beautiful expressive eyes and he was lost. He had to kiss those lips, and so he closed the tiny distance between then and caressed those soft firm lips with his own, ever so gently. Then he did it again, tasting more of them as he did so. The third time he did so, they parted for him and he could not help the soft moan of desire that escaped as the sight. He closed his eyes and drank deeply from them, then let his tongue dip inward, much as the cloth had been in the bucket, yet he did so slowly and traced them, feeling their texture and contour; his body shivered with desire. Then he felt its mate caress him and they dueled gently at first, as the fire between them built.

The cloth was placed back in the bucket and Johnny, used his hands to caress the firm sculptured chest, savoring the feel of Roy's chest hair under his fingers. The way Roy was taking his mouth was the most erotic Johnny could ever remember anyone doing. It was slow, seductive and hot. He opened his mouth wider, letting his tongue taste Roy's, who after another moment, captured his mouth fully, the heat between them growing, as the kiss was quickly becoming passionate. He then felt two strong hands on his shoulders, caressing their way down his back and pulling him chest to chest with Roy, brining them skin to skin. "Yes," he gasped in between what was quickly turning to hot wet open mouth kisses.

He wanted this man with a passion he had never known before and now he would have him. He couldn't get enough of him, his taste, his feel, as he now caressed Johnny's back, pressing him tight against himself. He pushed and Johnny went back with ease, and soon he was lying on top of his lover. He shifted and arranged that his body was fully upon Johnny's and for the first time felt Johnny's hard cock against his. He broke the kiss as he hissed it was so hot so good. He looked down and the wanton look he saw flaming in those dark eyes ignited what little reservation there had been. "So beautiful," he whispered, reaching to caress the outline of Johnny's face. "And so special," he added then dove back in for another soul searing kiss, offering this man all he had with in it.

Touches and caresses became bolder, as they kissed and explored one another, legs becoming entwined, as erections rubbed against now wet cloth between them. "I want to feel you," Roy gasped, as he moved a hand to remove Johnny's boxer short. His lover beamed that crooked smile up at him, and moved to remove his shorts. They both took a moment to 'admire' the other man, both having wanted to 'appreciate' how the other was built. "I think, you're gorgeous," Johnny purred, reaching out and let his fingers caress over the hard thick swollen cock. He grinned seeing his touch affect his lover, as Roy closed his eyes and gave a soft low moan. He continued to work his lover's cock, enjoying the reactions it was having on his lover. When Roy opened his eyes again, they were pure black with desire and the predator look was screaming from them. Johnny licked his lips as he knew in this, he was the prey, and he welcomed it.

Roy suddenly pouched and pushed Johnny fully to his back, as he heard a growl come from his own throat; he had never done that before, but with Johnny he felt things he never felt and more. "I want you," he growled. "I don't just mean fucking or making love, I mean, I want you, do you hear me John Gage. I want you to be mine," he announced with another primal growl, his nostrils flaring, taking in the scent of his mate. That was what Johnny was, his mate, his true mate, and every instinct within him wanted to claim him, but that tiny bit of civil or mere rational thought, needed Johnny to understand what was about to pass between them; there was no going back; not for him.

Johnny shook with desire seeing Roy fired up like a beast that wanted to devour him. To hear his word set his heart beating faster than it had ever been; Roy wanted him…not just for the moment, but 'wanted' him to be his…forever! "Yes, Roy I hear you," he panted, his eyes drinking in the might and power of the man above him, which soon would be in him, claiming him. "Make me yours," he whispered, his body aching for their joining.

No more words were spoken as Roy plunged down to claim his mate's mouth with his own, removing Johnny's hand from his cock, so they could rub along each other, building even more delicious friction between them. He then moved hot kisses to Johnny's neck, nipping, biting, marking him as his, while his right hand moved between them, gathering their precum and taking it between Johnny's cheeks, where he was using it as lube and started to prepare his lover for his entrance. His cock ached to be in the tight slim body, but he wouldn't hurt his love for the world, so was going to do his best to make him ready for it.

Oh this was far better than his dreams as he felt Roy's mouth sucking the skin on his shoulder and two thick fingers fucking his hole, making him ready for that thick cock. He spread his legs wider to make Roy's task easier and jumped when Roy hit is prostate. "Yes!"

"Easy, baby," Roy soothed, feeling how primed Johnny was as he trembled beneath him. "Almost there," he soothed, making sure not to touch that spot again, until it was his cock doing it. "You are so tight, baby, so deliciously tight, but I don't want to hurt you, so I have to get you ready."

Johnny didn't care how Roy seemed to know all this, nor did he care. All he wanted was to be fucked and now, "Please, Roy," he begged.

"Shh, got to keep our voices low," Roy told him, not wanting anyone on the ship to know their business. He shifted up on his left elbow and savored the look of his lover. Johnny never looked so beautiful, his skin all a glow, his nipples hard, his cock ranging hard, dripping with need, and those eyes, blacker than midnight, begging him to take him. He couldn't resist any longer and removed his finger. Johnny whimpered. "I'm coming, baby," he smiled; thrilled on a whole new level at how Johnny wanted him so badly. He moved his cock into position and slowly pushed inside.

"Oh Roy, oh yes," Johnny chanted in breathy whispers as he felt him move inside him; filling him. He felt as if he was being completed, and he was as his Roy was taking him, joining with him. When Roy stopped, Johnny groaned, "Don't stop, please, don't stop."

"I'm just taking it easy, I don't want to hurt you," Roy panted, feeling the burn to push, to move, to fuck Johnny through the mattress.

Johnny heard the words, but he was not buying; he had waited for this too long as far as he was concerned wra wrapped his legs around Roy's waist, and grabbed his shoulders and pushed himself downward, receiving a cry from each of them; now he was full and it felt wonderful.

"Baby, you do that again and it'll be over before we start," Roy laughed, then kissed Johnny senseless, needing to keep his control, for he had been right, Johnny was tight and his passage hot. Once he felt he could keep it under control so they could enjoy their first union, for there were going to be more, there was no more choice of that then breathing, he started to move; first slow to get the angle right.

"Harder, Roy, faster," Johnny begged.

Roy took Johnny's mouth in his, to swallow his cries of delight, for they needed to keep the noise down, as he found his angle and started pumping in and out of that tight body like a man on a mission; which he was. Johnny as gong to get the best fucking of his life, where had there ever been another man before, he wouldn't recall anyone but him…his lover, his mate. "Mine," he growled in between kisses.

"Yours, oh yes, yours," Johnny replied as he was filled and fucked over and over again as Roy's cock was slamming into him.

Roy lifted up and looked to see his cock sinking into the slimmer body, his light tantalizing to Johnny's dark. He then looked up and saw Johnny thrashing his head from side to side, his fingers now clutching the mattress. The vision was stimulating. "Mine," he growled again as he thrusted harder. Johnny opened his eyes, hooded with desire and looked to meet his, "yours," he replied, the vow made. It was now time to seal it as he could feel the white hot heat boil in his blood becoming too much. He leaned down and kissed Johnny, preparing to capture his screams of delight, as he snaked a hand between them and started pumping Johnny's cock in rhythm with his thrusts. Suddenly the back of his throat vibrated as Johnny cried out, his body growing taut, arching into him; he was coming, his cock spilling into Roy's hand as Roy felt that already tight passage squeeze his cock, which sent him over the edge with his lover, as he shot his seed deep into his lover.

Both men laid there, panting, wrapped in the sated glow of fulfillment that surrounded them; then Roy shifted slowly, letting his cock exit the same way, so not to hurt his lover than their joining may have already down. He kissed Johnny's nose, then reached over to the bucket, the water now warm and grabbed the cloth that started all this, and gently started to clean up his lover, then himself. He noticed the crooked smile of is lover who was watching him as he cleaned them both, then reached for the towel, but Johnny beat him too it; he would dry them both. He then folded it and offered it to Roy. "Wet spot," he smirked.

Roy placed the towel over the wet area, so Johnny would be more comfortable, then gathered their blankets about them and got comfortable, and pulled Johnny slowly, in case he was soar, into his arm where he belonged. He sighed in pure contentment holding his love, his lover. He caressed Johnny's hair the way he had wanted to from the beginning, making sure he was warm. He himself was great, as Johnny just didn't curl up to him, but was almost a fifth blanket, his arm and leg wrapped around him, caressing him softly too.

"Are you sure you're okay with this," Johnny asked, some concern sneaking into his voice, as his hand made small circles in his chest hair.

"More than okay, Junior," he replied, using the term in the way he had always meant it; and endearment of love. "Now get some sleep, we'll talk more in the morning," he added, and shifted Johnny closer. "And Junior," Roy called out, even as his eyes closed.

"Hmmm?"

"I want you in my arms when I wake," Roy instructed, before falling asleep, so he didn't see the huge grin crossing Johnny's face as he too fell asleep.

****End of Part Seven****