⎾ MOROSIS ⏌

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Standing there quietly, he ran the cloth up and down the males chest and followed the smooth curves of his muscles. Their silence continued to stretch between them. Thinking nothing of it, he said nothing as well. If Kieran wanted to speak, he would. Running his cloth down the males abdomen, he flicked his eyes up towards the males own then down towards his crotch. "Shall I continue or would you like to take over?" he asked with a little smile. He wasn't against going further, however, he could understand if Kieran might want to do it himself.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

⋮ ۩ ) • • • Standing there, he allowed Miguel to wash him off. However as the hand moved down farther, he no longer needed help. Kirean watched as Miguel flicked his eyes toward his crotch. He found it amusing as Miguel asked but he didn't need his help. Kirean shook his head as he took the wash cloth from Miguel. "I've got it… Thanks." He replied as he stepped away to continue washing off.

Kirean finished as he moved toward the water as he set his washcloth aside. He rinsed himself off then moved to open the shower door. Kirean didn't bother to wait for Miguel. He slipped out of the shower and grabbed his towel. Kirean went about drying off as he returned to the bedroom area. He grabbed his bag, setting it on the bed. Kirean opened the bag as he pulled out a change of clothes including a pair of pants, boxers, a shirt and socks.

Once he was dried off, Kirean dressed in his chosen attire. He grabbed his shoes from beside the door and slipped them on. While Miguel was still in the shower, he gathered his things. He wasn't going to bother with a goodbye, what would be the point? Finally dressed, he picked up his phone from beside the bed on the table. Kirean didn't know where he was going but he didn't care. He wasn't going to allow himself to be tracked. Kirean tossed his phone in the trash then made his way toward the door.

With bag in hand, he opened the door. Kirean slipped out, letting the door shut behind him. He didn't bother with the elevator as he started toward the stairs. Kirean walked down the stairs as he eventually made it to the lobby. He continued outside and toward his car. Kirean pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked the doors. He opened his door as he tossed his bag in the passenger seat. Kirean slipped inside his car and shut the door. He started up his car and out of the parking spot. Kirean continued out of the parking lot down the street. He had no set plan but he didn't care.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Flicking his eyes up, he questioned him curiously. He understood if the male no longer wanted his help. After all, it was a sensitive area. Jakob smiled as the male shook his head and took the cloth from his hand. He nodded in understanding and moved to grab his own wash cloth and soap. Trying his best to stay out of the way, Jakob turned away for some privacy of his own to wash up. He quietly went about cleaning himself and reaching between his own legs to rid himself of the males seed. It was no surprise that Kieran finished first and he didn't expect him to wait for him.

Jakob continued to wash him while Kieran left the small space and started to dry off. He wasn't even aware that Kieran was leaving him. He spent another five minutes bathing followed by an extra three of just standing beneath the spray and rinsing off. When he was done he sighed contently feeling nice and clean. Twisting the knobs he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. He could still hear the television they'd left on earlier as well as the hum of the air conditioner. "Are you still watching that? If you want to change it, go ahead." he called out to the male. No answer was given.

Picking up his towel, Jakob ran it over his chest and arms before wrapping it around his waist. "Kieran?" he said, coming out of the bathroom at last. Looking around the room, Kieran was nowhere to be found. Padding over to the door, he peaked out and saw no one. As he padded back to the center of the room it was then that he noticed both his bag and shoes were gone. Jakob frowned to himself and moved to pick up his phone. His thumb brushed across the screen, and tapped on the phone icon. Choosing the males contact information, he hit the call button. As the dial tone played in his ear, a familiar ring tone started playing from somewhere in the room. Looking around, he soon found the glowing device in the trash can.

Jakob slowly picked up the device from the empty can and saw the name "Daddy's Boytoy" in bold font across the screen. He dropped the device back where he found it and hung up from his own phone. He then hastily dressed a pair of black shorts, a grey shirt, and stepped into his shoes. Taking his card with him, Jakob made for the elevator, looking frantically as he walked to see if Maybe Kieran had just gone off to get another drink or something. But he knew that wasn't the case.

The ride down to the elevator was only a couple of minutes and the lobby was mostly empty. Walking right up to the counter, he was met with an older woman. "Excuse me, did you happen to see a tall guy come through here? Dark hair, tan, kind of tired looking." he said, trying his best to keep calm. The woman looked towards the door before turning back to him. "I don't know about the last part. But there was a young man that just walked out of here a few minutes ago. He had a bag in his hand." Jakob quietly thanked the woman and walked over towards the lobby doors. Kieran had parked rather close so it should have been easy to spot his car, however, he did not see it.

Like a ghost, he walked back through the lobby and up to his room. He left him, just like that. No goodbye, I love you, just gone. Poof. Like a thief in the night. Jakob blinked as he came back into his room. He made it all the way to the edge of the bed before collapsing to the floor. Tears flooded his eyes and ran down his cheeks in a silent sob. His hands balled against the sheets and his body shook. He stayed like that on the floor for some time as a single thought ran through his head. "He's gone."

 

[xDarkWinterx]

⋮ ۩ ) • • • With no plan in mind, he wasn't going home. No one was home and he wasn't running to Addy either. Kirean started toward the airport. He didn't want to be found, but knew his cards were only tied to Abel though he did have a card which held money from his mother's account which was given to him after her death from her estate which consisted of his childhood home.

Arriving at the airport, Kirean parked his car in the parking lot. He grabbed his bag and left his keys in the car. Kirean held no use for it anymore. He started toward the airport and entered. Kirean had no specific location as he walked toward the information desk. He looked over the board to see when the next flight left.

Kirean soon held a ticket for New York in his hand. He started toward the boarding gate as the plan left in twenty minutes. Kirean had never been but why not now? He handed off his ticket to the flight attendant. Kirean entered the plane as his ticket was checked. It was a little crowded but he didn't care. His seat was in the middle of the plane. He walked down the aisle looking for it.

Soon arriving at his seat, he put his bag above his seat. Kirean didn't have much clothes. He'd have to purchase some when he got there. He took his seat which was in the middle. Kirean moved to buckle himself in. He hadn't been on a plane in years but he didn't exactly enjoy them. Kirean sat back in his seat as he waited for his flight to take off.

Thinking about Miguel, he knew he had probably found him gone. Kirean didn't want to hurt Miguel but knew he had. He felt unwanted so he figured why stay? Currently Abel was in the hospital, Addy was taking care of him, and Miguel was planning on tracking down the person who screwed him over. Kirean wasn't needed by anyone really.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

He didn't know how long he stayed on the floor crying. The tears felt as though they were never ending. A toy, that was all he was to Kieran. He should have known as much. He didn't love him or actually want to be with him. God he felt so stupid. It was so obvious after all the times they fought and he'd been pushed away. He was nothing more than something for Kieran to ******** on the regular, to get his jollies. He couldn't stupid the angry thoughts filled with hurtful things from coming. He was upset and hurt, but most of all just confused. Why, why did he have to leave like that? After all their talks, why now? What could he have possibly done wrong that was so bad within the last hour and a half that Kieran just decided to up and leave him. He didn't understand, and frankly, a part of him didn't want to understand. He'd given more to Kieran than he had any other person he'd been with in his entire life.

The hours passed and some point he must have climbed into bed to sleep. Sitting up his room was dark aside from the glow of the lamp and the television. He slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed and shuffled over to the trash. Kieran's phone was still there. Picking it up, he saw there were a few messages. Seeing as he likely wasn't coming back for it, he saw no reason he couldn't snoop. Sliding his thumb across the screen, he pulled down the list of messages and alerts. Some of them were random like things from his email and the apps he used. But then there was also a text from Addie asking if he would be coming over tonight. A part of him thought of replying, but he saw no point. Addie would likely just be suspicious if he told her that Kieran ran off without his phone. It was better to leave it.

Closing out the messenger app, he moved over towards the gallery. There were a few he spied of them together as well as those he took of his family and the world around him. Seeing his own stupid happy face only brought on a fresh wave of tears. Holding the power button Jakob turned off the device and left it in the bin once more. Sniffling, he moved to his luggage and started digging out articles of clothing he'd taken from the man, tossing them at the bin as well.

Wiping his face along his arms, Jakob rose from the floor. He needed a drink or maybe just a walk. But the effort to do either was too much for him right now. Sliding back into bed, he pulled the covers, a fresh wave of hurt washing over him as he caught whiff of the males cologne. Sobbing softly, he curled the covers around himself and laid there until he was once again in sleep's loving embrace.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

⋮ ۩ ) • • • Miguel had been far from being a toy. If Kirean had merely thought of him as a ******** toy then they wouldn't have gone beyond the first ******** in the club. He also wouldn't have protected Miguel from Abel when he had him strung in the basement. Kirean loved Miguel but obviously he didn't trust him or think of him as an equal. He saw no need to continue if Miguel was going to treat him like a child.

In under three hours, he arrived in New York. Kirean didn't know anyone there though he hardly cared. He just needed to get away from everything and everyone. Kirean knew he was running from his problems but he didn't care. He needed to find a place to stay and get another phone. Kirean wanted nothing to do with his own phone, which is why he had left it. He didn't need Miguel tracking him or anyone else.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

The hours passed as he passed. His dreams blurred with passed conversations and gestures. Even in his sleep he could not escape the pain of his broken heart. To be used and left without a single thought or care. It was cruel even for Kieran. He cried so much that his sheets and pillowcase had become soaked with his tears. He had never loved and hated someone as much as he did Kieran in this moment. He hoped he was happy with himself, wherever the hell he was.

Jakob slept into the early hours of the morning. His eyes were raw and his head pounding. Sitting up, he scowled at the lump of garbage that was Kieran's things shoved into the bin. He had half a mind to set it on fire but decided against it. Shoving back the covers, he made his way into the bathroom to take care of his morning needs. From the corner of his eye he spied the array of markings Kieran had left in his wake. His fingers grazed the dark marks, recalling each one that had been given to him. He turned away from the mirror and went about his business. When he was finished he decided that he needed to get on with his work, to find Abel's would be killer. But first breakfast.

Coming out of the bathroom Jakob tossed away his bed clothes and dressed in a pair of black distressed jeans and a plain dark shirt. Grabbing his phone and wallet, he decided he would eat outside the hotel this morning. The walk would help him clear his head. Taking his things, he left the room quietly and walked down to the elevator. It was early enough that not many people were holding it up and he didn't have to pretend to be nice to the employees he passed in the hall. Once he reached the lobby, Jakob made a beeline for the sliding door and out into the crisp morning air. Squinting against the bright sunlight, he began walking away from the hotel with no real destination in mind. He knew there were a few fast food places and a diner near by. He supposed whichever was open right now would be the one that he ate at.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

⋮ ۩ ) • • • ❛ 𝙅𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚, 𝙅𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙭𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧.❜



A few weeks had gone by, Abel had woken from his drug induced coma. He had been able to be sent home after a couple days once he'd woken up. His sister had tried convincing him to stay with her but he wasn't interested. Abel wanted to get back into routine. He hadn't been able to get a hold of Kirean, neither did Addy. When he woke, he'd been surprised to learn Rowyn had been on watch as well or another one of his lackeys.

Abel hadn't tried reaching out to Miguel. He wasn't so sure if he was even still around. Abel also wasn't even sure who attacked him. He couldn't remember what had happened, all he had left to remember was the ugly scar lining his abdomen.

Standing in the basement of his house, he stood punching a punching bag. Abel's body was out of shape, his muscles had atrophied slightly from being in the coma. He felt sweat dripping down his face. Abel stopped as he went to grab a towel. He wiped his face off as he started toward the stairs. Abel walked up the stairs carefully, as he'd worked out a little too much.

He continued through the house toward his bedroom. Abel entered his bedroom as he started toward the bathroom. He flicked the light on as he went toward the shower. Abel reached in to turn the water on. He adjusted the water then moved to undress. Once he was naked, he moved toward the shower and pulled back the shower door and slipped inside.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

The morning walk helped him a little. He was nowhere near feeling better, but at least for the moment he didn't want to have a little meltdown. Jakob spent a couple of hours out of his hotel enjoying the morning air and getting himself some breakfast. By the time he came back he found that his sheets were changed, the trash emptied, and towels were restocked. A part of him was a little sad to know that Kieran's phone and t-shirts were now gone for good. But it was too late, he wasn't going to go hunt down the maid that was in his room just to get those things back. Good riddance and the same to Kieran. Jakob spent the remainder of his day setting to work and finding a way to clear his name.

Over the next few days, Jakob had switched hotels and was careful of the people he talked to. Most of his conversations were done in quiet or inconvenient areas with some of the worst people he'd had the pleasure of meeting. The hurt of being dumped by Kieran was still there, but the initial sting had worn off. Most days he kept to himself, others hiding out in alleys to follow leads. He hadn't spoken to Abel, nor had he visited him since that day with Kieran. He didn't think it would look good to either Addie or Rowyn that he had no idea where Kieran ran off to. He also didn't want to risk having to answer such questions to Abel should he ever week.

On the second week, Jakob had finally caught something. The vaguest of descriptions, but it was something. He dug up as much information as he could find, but all he found were more useless leads. The man was practically a ghost. He never used his real name, never used the same name twice, and had no affiliations with any particular mob, at least any that he knew of. But he still had no idea what the man looked like or where to find him. He started fantasizing of going after Cornelius instead and what he could do to him. The only problem with that was he heard the man himself had moved as well. Instead of the cozy little house he was now living it up in some fancy penthouse over on the North side. Even if he did find the building, infiltrating it would be quite the headache.

Another week was spent planning and moving. Jakob had learned all that he could and had made his plans. Tonight was the night and he was going to get the man who had wronged him. Cornelius was a showman, and tonight was a big anniversary for him. The candles were lit, the orchestra was playing, and people were dressed to the nines while being armed to the teeth. Both Kieran and Abel would probably think him a fool for even attempting to come to such an occasion, but here he was. Falling in line with the other caterers, he moved about the floor and kept his head down. Jakob followed his plan accordingly, first finding his replacement. That was the easy kill.

He wasn't interested in easy tonight. Instead, his eyes followed Cornelius and waited until he was seemingly alone. The two chatted like friends, but it was all a rouse. Jakob had only been able to get one bullet in the male before feeling the sting of metal swipe along his side. Jakob first three more rounds into the air before running out the back door, cursing himself. He was taking no chances with the hospital and headed for the only place he could think of. Clutching his side, he made for the nearest station and slid into the empty box car. He grimaced as the train jostled along the tracks, and only held tighter. He didn't think the wound was deep, but he didn't need to pass out just yet either.

It was an hour before Jakob reached Abel's house. He stood outside the large structure panting. If the rumors were true then Abel was home. Glancing around, Jakob took a deep breath and followed the path up to the porch. He first tried the knob, locked. He knocked urgently, hoping someone would hear. When no one answered, he walked around to the other side of the house, checking windows and trying knobs, nothing. He had no choice. He was going to regret it, but he needed help. With his elbow, Jakob broke the glass just above the knob and forced his way inside. He quickly shut the door incase anyone else heard and started for the stairs. Quiet as he could, Jakob went upstairs to the familiar office and slipped behind the desk, hoping its owner was not wise to any noise he made.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

⋮ ۩ ) • • • ❛ 𝙅𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚, 𝙅𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙭𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧.❜



While in the shower, he heard a noise. Abel had been on edge a little. He wasn't even sure he heard a noise. Quickly rinsing off, Abel turned off the water. He slid out of the shower and reached for his towel. Abel dried off then tucked the towel around his waist. He left his bathroom heading into his bedroom. Abel walked toward his bed as he slipped his hand beneath his pillow and grabbed out his glock 45.

Slipping out of his bedroom, he glanced down to see blood drops on the carpet near his office. Abel gripped the gun in hand with finger near the trigger. He continued toward his office as he entered. It was dark in the office so all he saw was an outline of someone at his desk. Abel pointed the gun as he cocked it. "You have five seconds to explain yourself…One…Two…" He commanded, at whomever was sitting at his desk, bleeding all over the place.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Stumbling into the male’s office he collapsed in the chair behind the desk. He didn’t bother turning on a light, he knew what he was looking for. His blood pounded in his head and it was a struggle to stay focused. Because of this Jakob didn’t even notice the noise coming from Abel’s bedroom. Jakob shuffled through the various drawers, only finding papers and other obscure items that he couldn’t make out in the dark.

Leaning forward his hand felt along the desk, feeling out pens and other office supplies. But not what he wanted. The click of a gun made him stop what he was doing. Jakob raised his head slowly as Abel demanded an explanation. ”Where’s your stapler?” he asked, his voice rougher than usual. Hopefully Abel would not recognize him as a threat. Then again they seemed to be past that assumption seeing as his gun was locked and loaded in his direction.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

⋮ ۩ ) • • • ❛ 𝙅𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚, 𝙅𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙭𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧.❜



Standing in the doorway, he heard the rustling of things on his desk before he questioned the unknown person. Abel held the gun pointed at the figure. He heard the male stop moving things around and speak toward him. Abel was surprised to hear Miguel's voice. He lowered the gun, moving to flick the light on. "Stapler?" Abel asked, confused as he took in the state of Miguel.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Stilling himself Jakob raised his head and glanced in Abel’s direction. He knew the man didn’t like having people in his office, but he needed something to stop the bleeding. He didn’t feel like explaining himself and questioned the man instead. He heard the male’s confusion and blinked against the sudden light. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the sudden brightness of the room. ”Yeah, a stapler..or, or like some thread and a needle.” Jakob stood and pressed harder against the wound. ”Got anything like that in here?” Jakob smiled sheepishly towards the male, knowing well that this wasn’t the best way for them to be reuniting. But he was the only person he trusted.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

⋮ ۩ ) • • • ❛ 𝙅𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚, 𝙅𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙭𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧.❜



Looking over Miguel, he could see his side was bloody. Abel could only guess what had happened. He moved, holstering his gun in the back waistband of his towel. Abel walked into the office. "I have a first aid kit…" He responded by moving towards the cabinet near his desk.

Abel moved as he walked toward his cabinet and opened the second drawer. He pulled out a first aid kit and glanced toward Miguel. "Think you can move to a better location so I can take a look?" Abel asked, thinking his bed would provide better comfort and ease for the both of them so he could get a better look.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Standing up from the desk, he pressed his hand against the wound on his side. He smiled as Abel looked him over and put away his gun. In any other situation he might have laughed at the absurdity of Abel coming to hunt a would be killer with nothing but a gun for protection while wearing a towel. Jakob watched the male come in to the office and move towards the large cabinet, nodding about the first aid kit.He honestly hadn’t even thought to look in there. Then again he couldn’t say exactly that he was thinking very clearly. Jakob was patient as Abel pulled the small kit from a drawer. He nodded again as Abel questioned him again. ”Yeah, I think so just lead the way.” he replied.