Title: Lucifer's Flower
Pairing/Characters: Luke x Noah x Zac
Rating: Mature, will be NC-17
Word Count/Video Length: 846
Spoilers/Warnings (if any): OOC for our boys, but then again, maybe not, from a certain point of view?
Summary: Karma is a bitch, as Zac Finn is about to find out.
Disclaimer: Me no own. Oh but how I wish I did!!! If I had the money, I'd buy the rights to all three of them!
Author's Notes (if any): I have been dying to write a fic with these three, but I didn't want it to be too dark, you know? A little evil maybe, but not really dark (if that makes any sense 0_o). Then the plot bunny bit me ;P - and a rather naughty bunny at that ;D

Oh, and 'Lucifer's Flower' is a song by My Life with the Thrill Kult - very suited to Zac's character, I think ;D

For thee fab omarandjohnny:D

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Zac Finn tried in vain to release himself from the soft rope tied in an intricate knot, holding his tan wrists together above his head. He seemed to be tied to a pole of some sort. A thick steel pipe that ran horizontally below the low ceiling above him. His feet were bound as well, only they were not tied together, but tethered, the rope looping around just above his ankle, then going across hip-distance apart before being looped and tied. As far as his whereabouts were concerned, he could only surmise he was in some sort of apartment, or a den of a house, as the floors seemed to be hard, but comfortable, like wood. Yet the place seemed small, as the vibrations were close whenever any sound was made. It was cool, as the place was, thankfully, air conditioned, so at least he was somewhat comfortable, aside from being tied up. He wished he could actually see where he was, but a black silk blindfold covered his beautiful grey eyes. It wasn't dark in the room however; From what he could tell by glancing directly downward, he saw a hint of a soft light, like from a table lamp. He was in someone's home; A rather comfortable, and expensive home it felt like. It even smelled expensive.

Just then, he heard a door open, which was then followed by the sounds of two sets of sneakered footsteps going downstairs, echoing off the hallway as basement or cellar stairwells usually do. Zac froze, listening for more clues as the two persons approached him.

"Who's there?!" He blurted out, trying not to sound as frightened as he actually was. He tried to sound threatening, "What the fuck is going on?!" but the fear in his voice still rang clear.

Someone simply clicked their tongue in response. "Awwww, what's the matter, Zac - afraid?" A low chuckle. "Don't worry, we won't hurt you...much."

That voice. He knew that voice! It was -

Oh fuck...

It was Luke.

Just then, he heard another voice next to his right ear, so close that the person's soft lips brushed against him, a seductive purr which said:

"Really, Zac...it's not like a death sentence, you know....in fact, you'll probably have a lot more fun than you've had in a very long time...."

Zac shivered out of a strange mix of arousal and fear.

Oh Gods.

He knew that voice too.

It was Noah.

Fuuuuck.....

"Where - where's Zoe?" Trying his damnedest to keep his emotions under control, he focused on Zoe. Not that he really cared anything about the girl; She was just his meal ticket, always had been. But if he knew what happened to her, he'd have an idea of what was in store for him. After all, he was in the company of his two worst enemies; Two otherwise bright, kind-hearted, compassionate young men, whom he had wronged so badly, betrayed so deeply, there was no room in their hearts for forgiveness. Not for the likes of him.

"In police custody." Luke answered. "Where else would she be? Think we want that psycho bitch hanging around? Please. As soon as we saw her sneaking around the farm house, we caught her, locked her in the shed and called the police."

"Then we saw you". Noah said. Zac turned his head to the direction of Noah's voice. "And...knowing where to apply just the right amount of pressure, to just the right spot - you were out like a light."

Zac's mouth dropped open. So that's how he ended up here! The last thing he remembered, he was looking for Zoe, when he felt a quick, numbing pain, and then everything just went black. Holy shit - Noah did that?? "You - you did that? How did you do that? " His curiosity got the better of him, temporarily distracting him from more disturbing, fearful thoughts of what they would possibly do with him.

"Think I'm going to tell you?" Noah replied incredulously. "But you should know, it was because of what you - you and your psycho girlfriend did - " Zac could hear the anger mounting in Noah's voice, but the man forced calm as he said: "that after I got out of the hospital, my Eastern Philosophy teacher offered me free martial arts lessons; Said he'd show me techniques to bring a person down like that." Noah snapped his fingers on that.

Oh, hell. Zac thought. So not only was he tied up to a fucking pole, (he now wondered if there was such a thing as karma), if he did somehow get free, he'd be up against two men, one of whom had a knowledge of marital arts.

"So I'm screwed then." Zac said under his breath. To which, his two captors laughed. He felt one of them lace his hand around his neck. The shock of the touch made him gasp in surprise, which was immediately sealed with a rough kiss, the hungry mouth claiming his. He was released abruptly, leaving him panting. He then heard Noah say in a husky voice:

"Not yet, Zac. Not yet..."

On to chapter 2 :D