Eric carries Dan out of the office, ignoring the curious stares from their coworkers. He strides through the building, his grip on Dan's hip unyielding, until they reach the elevator. He presses the button and waits impatiently for the doors to open.
The door opens and Eric sees John. "S-sir? is Mr. Smith alright?" John asked curiously with a hint of concern.
Eric glares at John, his eyes dark with barely contained lust. "He's fine. We're taking the rest of the day off." He steps into the elevator, keeping Dan securely in his arms. As the doors start to close, Eric calls out, "Cancel all his appointments."
John swallows hard, his gaze flicking from Eric's face to Dan's disheveled state. He sees the mark on Dan's neck and his eyes widen. "Of course, sir."
Eric carries Dan out of the building to the waiting car, not caring about the shocked expressions of passersby. He opens the back door and practically throws Dan inside before climbing in after him. "Driver, my penthouse. Now."
As the car speeds through the city streets, Eric's hands roam freely over Dan's body, squeezing his backside possessively. Dan whimpers, trying to squirm away from Eric's wandering hands.
"Eric, please...not here..." Dan begs, glancing at the driver's partition, which was thankfully closed. Eric growls low in his throat, flipping Dan onto his back and settling between his thighs. "He can't see us,"
E Eric's hands push up Dan's shirt, caressing his bare skin. Dan gasps, his back arching, as Eric's touch ignites flames within him.
Eric leans down, his breath hot against Dan's neck as he whispers, "I have a surprise for you. When we get to the penthouse."
Dan's heart races at Eric's words, his mind swirling with anticipation and fear. He doesn't know what this surprise could be, but he has a feeling it won't be good. He tries to sit up, but Eric pushes him back down, holding him firmly in place. "Don't get up, your back is still aching because of what we did earlier."
The car suddenly jolts forward violently as it's hit from behind, the sickening crunch of metal on metal filling the air. Eric and Dan are thrown forward, their seatbelts locking and jerking them back. The driver slumps over the wheel, unconscious.
As the car comes to a halt, Dan groans, his head throbbing from where it hit the back of the seat. He looks over at Eric, who is still slumped against his restraints, unconscious but breathing. The driver is motionless, his head lolled to the side.
Dan touches his head, wincing at the sharp pain. He blinks. He unbuckles himself, then leans over to unbuckle Eric. He sees the other car's driver exit his vehicle.
The person walked towards the car and grabbed the door.
The door opens and a tall, muscular man leans in, his eyes scanning the interior of the car. He sees Dan and Eric's unconscious forms and the motionless driver. A wicked grin spreads across his face.
The man reaches in and grabs Dan, roughly dragging him out of the car. Dan cries out in pain and confusion, his head still throbbing. The man pins Dan against the side of the car, one large hand wrapping around his throat.
Dan's eyes widen in fear as the man's grip tightens, making it hard to breathe. The attacker leans in close, his foul breath washing over Dan's face as he growls, "Dan, miss me?"
Dan's eyes widen in shock as he recognizes the man. It's Warren. "W-Warren?" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper due to Warren's tight grip on his neck. "What are you doing here?"
Warren's face contorted with rage as he spits out, "You really thought you could just walk away from me, Dan? After everything we've been through? I followed you, watched you with that...that beast, Eric. You belong to me, Dan. Me!"
Dan tried to push Warren away but he's too strong.
Warren pressed harder on Dan's throat, Dan gasping for air and desperately struggling.
"You're mine, you've always been mine, and I'm taking you back." Warren growled.
Dan tried to respond through the pressure on his throat, his eyes pleading.
Warren's eyes widened in surprise as Dan suddenly managed to pull his wrist away. "You think you can fight me? I'm stronger than you, Dan. Always have been."
He lashed out, landing a firm blow to Dan's jaw. Dan stumbled back, pain shooting through his face. Before he could react, a piece of cloth was pressed tightly against his nose and mouth, blocking his airway. 'Fuck! Not again.'
Warren smirked as Dan struggled violently, fighting against the cloth covering his mouth and nose. No matter how hard Dan tried to scream, Warren maintained his grip.
"Just relax, Dan," he mocked. "This is for your own good. You need to remember who you belong to."
Dan's vision began to blur as the sedative took hold, his body slackening against Warren's grip. He tried to fight the effects of the drug but his efforts became weaker and weaker.
Warren grinned, satisfied that Dan was no longer a threat. "Looks like you're finally going to be mine again, Dan. And this time, you're not getting away."
He effortlessly scooped up Dan's slackened form and carried him towards his car, a cruel smile never leaving his face. Tossing Dan into the back seat, Warren climbed in after him and started the engine.
As the car accelerated through the city, Warren glanced back at Dan's unconscious form every few moments, a possessive gleam in his eyes. He reached out and ran a hand over Dan's hair, a sinister smile on his face.
"Don't worry, Dan," he said with a malevolent grin. "You're coming home with me where you belong. And this time, you're never leaving."