HEY ITS KIND OF A SEQUEL....
YEAH.
EPILOGUE MAYBE? IDK.

Jon ran down the brick corridor in search of his partner. The other army would use the man's powers once they took over his mind and Jon knew if he let that happen there would be no way to stop him.
He kicked open every door he passed, becoming more frantic the more he was met with nothing.
"EDUARDO! WHERE ARE YOU!?" He called out, attracting a few soldiers down the hall.
He shot them immediately.
Guards...he had to be close then.
He turned a corner to find the last door of the corridor. This had to be it. He'd searched the enemy base from top to bottom.
Eduardo had to be in there.
Jon began kicking the door until it finally broke open. 
He barged in with his gun loaded and ready, but found nothing save for a large metal chair with hooks and wires plugged into it.
Jon carefully treaded closer until he was able to see around it.
What he saw made him sick to his stomach.
Eduardo was strapped to that chair and wires stuck in him all over.
He was without his shirt and his arms were covered in IV drips full of radiation.
Jon dropped his gun, "Eduardo...oh my god..."
His immediate reaction was  to get rid of the wires and Ivs.
Meanwhile, his lover remained motionless, slumped forward in the chair and eyes devoid of all emotion.
Once the man was freed Jon backed off. "Baby...talk to me, are you okay?"

Eduardo did not reply and Jon  grew worried.
He'd brought a hand to his lover's face to try and get his attention when the man's hand caught him into a steal grip.

"Eduardo-"
Jon was yanked up  immediately when the man stood.
He looked up to find Eduardo's eyes glowing a bright green.
"Eddie..."
Another large hand locked around his throat and he was shoved into the brick wall behind him.
The superhuman's other hand moved to meet the other.
Jon gripped at his lover's wrist.
"Ed..." he choked, looking up into those void like eyes again.
The man had already crushed his bronchiole tubes and Jon was unable to breathe.
He choked on the blood rising in his throat.

"Ed...don-" he tried again, brain becoming fuzzy while he brought his hand to the the larger's cheek. He knew the anguish the man would feel once he snapped out of his mesmorized state and a  few tears fell.
"I lo....ve..you."
Jon coughed up a bitter copper liquid before he'd lost conciousness.

Just after he did, Eduardo began to come to. His grip loosened and those menacing eyes lost their green glow.
He was himself now, though it took him a moment to process.
The soft thunk against the floor caught his attention and what he saw made his breath catch in his throat.

"Oh god..." he fell to his knees and grabbed at the smaller, pulling the cold body to his chest.
"Jon..." Eduardo fell into hysterics, "Jon...come on, wake up, please!"
When he wasn't met with an answer he shook the man gently.
"Jon...Jon I'm sorry..I  didn't mean to hurt you again, but please wake up. Please!" He rambled with tears running down his cheeks.
He pulled the man to a sitting position only to  have his head lull back lifelessly.
Now he could clearly see the purple bruises that fit the shape of his hand perfectly. The small pale neck was swelling red.
It was all his fault.  He'd killed him...He killed him.
"Oh god...oh god.." he sobbed and held Jon's body closer.
He'd rocked back and forth with the smaller in his arms, kissing his hair and his neck gently. It was a silent ask for forgiveness that he knew he'd never get.

Eduardo mourned for full fifteen minutes until he'd felt a weak tap against his shoulder. He jerked back in shock as he heard a gutteral cough.
"J- jes-us Eddie, the injured man rasped, "you certainly dont give time to heal."

"Hey hoes quit smoochin' and get movin'," Patryk called from the entrance.
The couple turned to face him, giving him a good look of a disheveled, broken Eduardo and a bruised up Jon.
His lips thinned at the sight before he awkwardly backed up, "we'll just be killing the rest of this army.."
Jon chuckled hoarsely at the other's reaction.
It died down when he felt himself be pulled again by his significant other.
"I'm so sorry," the larger's voice cracked while tears continued to drip down onto Jon's shoulder.
The smaller sighed and pet through chocolate strands.
Eduardo was kissing him again now, but with astounding relief to have him alive and breathing again.

"It wasn't you. You'd never hurt me. You wouldn't kill me, not that you could anyway.

Eduardo squeezed him and his voice cracked, "I thought you were dead."
Jon smiled, "you cant get rid of me, asswhole."
Eduardo returned, "I'd never try, bitch."
They laughed together, waiting a moment for Jon to heal completely.
When he was, instead of letting him go, Eduardo carried him out the room bridal style for all their teamates to see.

"Y'all aren't married yet, save that for your honey moon."
"Fuck off Harry."
Harry snorted in response.
After successfully rescuing Eduardo, the dispatch group had returned to the Red Army base.
All soldiers returned to their quarters save for Patryk and Paul; who were to write out a log of what happened.

Eduardo had carried Jon off to their shared quarters.

"I'm fine. I can walk." The smaller insisted.
Eduardo shook his head stubbornly, "no."
Jon squirmed, "Eduardo, I'm a grown man. I can walk on my own!"
The taller shushed him, "I'm taking care of you for the rest of the night."

Jon couldn't help but flush at his words, "is this about what happened earlier?"
Eduardo did not reply as he opened the door to their room and carried Jon inside.
He kicked the door shut behind him and asked Jon to switch on the lights.
"Of course," Jon responded and flicked on the entryway light.
That was all Eduardo needed to see his way to their bedroom.
Jon longed for a comfortable sleep and felt that he would finally get it now that he had the warmth of Eduardo back.

However, the brunette seemed to have other plans, for he made a beeline to the bathroom with him.
"Why are we going to the  bathroom?"
Eduardo crossed the doorframe, carefully turning side ways to keep from hitting Jon's head.
"Shower."
Jon nodded in affirmation and let himself be seated on the closed lidded toilet while Eduardo turned the knobs to the shower.
"I'm fine, you know that right? No special treatment needed."
Eduardo didn't respond to that.

"I bet the bruises are already healed up..." Jon tried again and tapped his fingers on his knees.

Eduardo finally looked at him then and reached a hand out to touch Jon's neck.
"It is, but I can still see it."

When Eduardo's hand almost slipped away Jon grabbed it and brought up to rest against his cheek. He held it there as he spoke.
"That wasn't you, love. You would never hurt me otherwise. They mind controlled you."

Jon could see tears forming at the corners of the man's eyes and he stood to envelope the his lover.
It most likely looked silly, considering Eduardo was almost a foot taller and much broader than him, but he knew his lover needed comfort.
At his affection, Eduardo held him back, lifting him to where his toes barely touched the floor.
He could hear the wet intake of breathe against his ear and a quiet sob.
Jon pushed back slightly just to raise himself up and kiss away the those tears.
"I'm so sorry..."

"Hush. Don't apologize. Let's get cleaned up, and we'll snuggle on the bed later okay?"
He smiled at the nod Eduardo gave him.

After a surprisingly heated adventure in the shower the two had gone to bed. Eduardo was holding Jon close to his chest, scared to let him go while Jon lay awake, playing with his hair.
He thought for a while about him and events of the past year.
Most of what he thought had his lover in it and he'd realised that he really did love this man. This beautiful man, who'd changed from cold and calloused to a warm, kind, gentle lover all for him. Or maybe he was always that way and was scared to show it do to his past traumas.

Either way, Jon could not and would not spend a day without him.

OKI DOKI
It's over for real now. I'm done with the book. I hope it was to your expectation, but now I must return to another work.
Though I'm having trouble on which I should start first.