⎾ MOROSIS ⏌

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Little by little the alcohol seemed to be setting in. The aches in his lower back were dulled as well as the pain in his wrists. Though the markings were still there. Every time he looked down, he felt a flare of anger. He knew Abel to be a beast, but not that extent. He imagined the markings left by that man would be with him for the next several days. He was still unsure just how long he had been hanging there. Everything seemed to happen so fast, yet when the pain was inflicted upon him it made time go agonizingly slow. Since he went in only a minute or two after Kieran had left and it was also Kieran who saved him, he thought of asking him for a time reference. But in truth, it was probably for the best that he didn't know at all.

In the half hour that Kieran was gone, Jakob had hardly payed enough attention to gain any idea what the plot to this movie was. He continued to sip away his trouble, sometimes taking more than just a sip. When he heard the door open, he glanced over towards Kieran to see him wearing one of the hotel bathrobes. He watched him walk over to the bar and pull out a bottle for himself. It wasn't something he himself would have picked. But he wasn't going to judge him for it.

Jakob moved the remote out of the way as the man sat down beside him. He found himself paying more attention to Kieran than he was the movie. It wasn't until the male looked his way did Jakob look away. He shrugged his shoulders as he was then questioned. "I think it's either a 90's or early 2000's movie. There's been some really shitty CGI. I haven't caught the title, just that Keanu Reeves is in it." he replied, taking another sip. "Either way it beats paid programming or reruns of old tv shows."

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Kieran didn’t normally drink alcohol so he grabbed the first thing he saw. He had cracked open the bottle taking a few sips of it. Kieran could feel Miguel’s eyes on him even before he looked over at him. He watched as Miguel looked away as he looked at him. Kieran didn’t mind, though found it amusing. He listened as Miguel spoke answering his question. Indeed, something random was better than paid programming or reruns. ”Feeling better?” Kieran asked curiously, as he relaxed beside Miguel on the bed.

It was big enough for the both of them to enjoy. He found that two different beds would just be annoying to him. Kieran would most likely end up on Miguel’s bed anyways, if he had asked for two. He didn’t like talking across a room, but enjoyed being close to him. Kieran took a few more sips downing the bottle, as he set it aside. He would probably drink his soda when it got here anyways.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Jakob wasn't much of a drinker either. The most he drank was when he went out to a club. But most days he preferred water or soda. Slowly, he was becoming more buzzed. Though not fast enough. He continued to sip his drink while Kieran made himself comfortable. He shrugged his shoulders as the man questioned him. "A little. My lower back still hurts." he replied honestly. Taking another sip, he glanced again towards the male.

He didn't care that Kieran had gotten a room with only one bed. After all, he was paying for the room. He didn't see that he really had the right to complain since he was not contributing. Though, if they had gotten two beds he can't say that he would have minded if Kieran crawled into his bed. Setting his drink on the nightstand, Jakob edged closer to the man and laid down beside him. "Why did you save me?" he asked quietly. He could take a few guesses why. But he he wanted to hear it straight from the sources mouth.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Questioning Miguel, he watched him shrug his shoulders. Kieran understood that his a** would hurt, after a few smacks to it. Especially with a flogger, he had seen how red it had been when he had looked over his naked form. He watched as Miguel shifted beside him, moving to lie down after setting his drink aside. Kieran glanced down at him as he spoke again questioning him. He wasn’t surprised by the question, but that didn’t mean he would answer it.

”Does it matter?..Did I need a reason to save you?” Kieran asked curiously as he watched Miguel. He saw no reason to explain himself. After all, he only hoped it would be the last time he saved Miguel from Abel. Kieran was not looking forward to the second time. He knew Miguel still needed to finish out his task. However there was no guarantee that it would happen. After all Abel would be on his guard now.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

He didn't want to know how red and raw his a** was. It was bad enough he had to stare down at his bruised wrists. He didn't want to think about the rest of his injuries. He didn't even want to tend to them though he knew he should. Jakob laid down beside the man as he questioned him. He glanced up to see Kieran staring down at him. For a moment he wondered if he would even answer him.

Hearing the man speak, Jakob shrugged. "It matters to me." he replied. "I mean, it's not like we're friends or anything. So why go through the trouble?" Jakob hoped that it would be the last time that Kieran would have to do so. There was still a job to be done, but next time he wasn't going to be as cocky. He wouldn't be relying on close combat. No, Abel deserved a nice, slow, painful death. One that he could cherish watching from afar while still getting the job done. This time around he knew it would be much harder. There was no telling what Abel might do in preparation. More so, he wondered what Kieran might do. After all, he was a bit stuck in the middle. Did he chose the one he saved? Or the friend he'd known for years?

 

[xDarkWinterx]

There was no reason to answer Miguel honestly. After all he held nothing for him. Kieran didn’t know what he was thinking really getting himself involved. Especially since kindness wasn’t in him. He could have left Miguel to hang, or tortured himself. Although he preferred the torture on a consensual level. Holding Miguel wasn’t consensual it was down right torture. As much as he would have loved to be the one to bruise and redden his a**, he hadn’t been.

Kieran knew that having had sex with Miguel on their first meeting, had been strange. However not to him, he rather enjoyed it. He wouldn’t dare admit it, but he had liked being called Daddy as well during their sexual encounter. It was a new word and feeling for him. Kieran had never been with someone who used the word. To him, it wasn’t about the physical aspect of being his Daddy, but about the emotional level of taking care of his needs before his own.

It seemed Miguel wanted an answer as he pressed on. Kieran saw no reason to give him one. ”Would you rather I have left you there with Abel?... Hmm, after all you seemed to be enjoying yourself?” He asked teasing Miguel slightly, knowing he hadn’t been enjoying himself, far from it. Kieran honestly didn’t know why, or what he was feeling at the moment. He had saved Miguel because he didn’t like seeing him in such a situation, though perhaps in his own way he had been jealous, in a childish way.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

It was true that there was no reason for the man to be honest with him. Hell, there was no reason for him to even be here or talking to him. But he was, he was and he got the feeling there was something Kieran wasn't telling him. He couldn't say why. He hardly knew the man. He wanted to know why he did what he did. And why he was still acting this way towards him. In his mind, they should have just shaken hands and parted ways at the front door. Yet it did not happen.

Jakob didn't really mind having sex with Kieran during their first meeting. He wasn't the first he had done so with. He didn't hold sex in any high regard nor would he regret the decision later down the road. He rather liked having sex with him. It was fun, a little rough, and very arousing to see so many people passing by just feet away as they ********. He was still unsure how Kieran had felt about him calling him Daddy. It had been a sort of in the moment thing and Kieran continued on as such. He had assumed that he enjoyed it. If anything, it wasn't like the male had pulled completely out of his a** and left him to fend for himself.

As he laid beside the male, he waited patiently to see if he was going to answer. When he did speak though, Jakob couldn't help frowning at his answer. "Y'know what fine. I don't even know why I bother." he replied. Rolling to his other side, Jakob drew in his legs as he lay there. He should have known Kieran wouldn't take this seriously. Of course he didn't want to be left with Abel. Nor was he in any way enjoying himself. But it also wasn't Kieran's job to save. It didn't matter that he had asked him to. He could have just left him there and Abel would probably be balls deep inside him. So why choose to defy him? It didn't make any sense to him.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

There was no good reason for what was happening between them. He could have left Miguel to Abel, or simply saved him and sent him on his way. Kieran however hadn’t. He had taken Miguel from the house and was not sitting with him in a hotel room. Kieran knew he barely knew Miguel, but in a way he was drawn to him. He could be with anyone he wanted really, but that would only cause issues. His life didn’t leave time for relationships, just many one night stands. Kieran didn’t want a relationship, but he was tired in a way of the many people coming in and out of his life.

He knew Miguel wouldn’t be happy with his answer, but what could he honestly tell him. Kieran watched as Miguel spoke, pouting as he turned over, curling up beside him. He didn’t allow himself to be close to anyone beside Abel. Kieran had given into his desire for Miguel. He had stopped Abel from hurting him further. Kieran wasn’t defying Abel, after all he knew Abel wouldn’t hurt him.

As much as Abel had hated to leave Miguel, he would never hurt Kieran in spite of it. Kieran moved closer toward Miguel reaching out toward him. He pulled him back over to face him. Kieran was not about to talk to the back of his head. ”What do you want me to say?” He asked curiously wondering what Miguel was thinking as well, being here with him, after all he was more than welcome to leave if he wanted to. Kieran wasn’t going to stop him if he wanted to run away.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Out of all the possible outcomes that could have occurred tonight, he was glad to have been saved by Kieran. Even if his reasons were selfish, he was happy to be so far away from Abel. He would have hated being left there to hang, loathed being his play thing for even a second longer. Still, he found it strange being here. Sharing a bed, a room in some swanky hotel. He didn't know what to make of it all. One moment he felt as though Kieran were treating him like a friend, then the next he was back to treating him like s**t. It was frustrating to try and wrap his head around it.

Of course he wasn't happy with the answer given to him. It was downright insulting. He wasn't in the mood to play such childish games. He didn't understand why Kieran just couldn't talk to him like the adult he was. Why make everything a game? Jakob turned his back on the male after speaking. If Kieran didn't want to talk, he should have just said so in the first place. As he laid there, he felt the man move closer toward him. He wasn't given a choice as he was turned back around. He didn't look up at the male nor did he speak when questioned. He merely shrugged in response.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Kieran wasn’t treating him like s**t, after all if he had been then he wouldn’t be here. He was treating Miguel kindly, by allowing him to be here in the hotel room. Kieran was anything beyond insulting him. He just didn’t know how to act. Kieran was used to never seeing his partners again, not having to deal with them a second or third time. He was treating this as a game. If Miguel wanted an honest answer, it wasn’t about to be given. Kieran didn’t trust the man, nor did he barely knew him. He was barely even honest with Abel at times. It was merely in his nature not to trust people.

As he pulled Miguel over, he watched as he seemed to ignore him. Kieran could play that game, if Miguel wanted to. He could ignore him, but he was choosing not to. Kieran watched as Miguel shrugged at his words. He was growing irritated by the minute dealing with his attitude. Kieran moved as he pushed Migel down onto the bed. He climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Kieran quickly reached for his wrists, as he pinned him down.

”What do you want me to say?...That I liked ******** you, or maybe that I want to do it again, or maybe I just didn’t want to see Abel torturing you? Hmm, I could have left you there, dangling while Abel shoved things inside you, and cut you into tiny pieces until nothing was left of you.” He growled out, as he hovered over Miguel as he held onto him. Kieran was annoyed, he was likely to just leave if Miguel continued with his ungrateful attitude.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Alright so maybe saying that Kieran was treating him like s**t was a bit of an over statement. There were flashes of that attitude though. A part of him wanted to trust him, but then as soon as his attitude crept in, he immediately changed his mind. Jakob wasn't in the mood to play games. He was tired, hungry, and sore. He just wanted to talk normal, real human contact. Instead he was continually asked if he'd rather be left to die. He didn't understand what it was why it was so difficult to have a normal conversation, that was all he wanted.

Jakob wasn't ignoring the man when he was rolled over. He simply had nothing to say in response. Clearly his silence was not to be taken as an answer though. Within seconds he found himself lying flat on his back with his wrists pinned to the bed while Kieran hovered over him. He winced in pain as the male pressed hard against his bruised wrists. He looked up at the male in fear as his heart thudded in his chest. And for a moment he had to wonder, was he really saved? Or did he just shift from the arms of one psychopath to another?

Lying beneath him, Jakob couldn't help trembling as the man growled. His eyes flooded with each venomous word. He blinked away the tears and looked away yet again. He didn't need the visual of what could have happened and yet it was provided to him so vividly he could vomit. He sniffled as another tear slipped down his cheek. "Nothing," he croaked. "I don't want you to say anything. I'm sorry I asked." He took a shaking breath. If Kieran wanted him to go, he would. There was no use sticking around if he wasn't wanted.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Kieran knew he was being cruel. There was no reason for it. He wasn’t even taking pleasure from it. Kieran was merely hurting Miguel, not on purpose. He was having a conversation with Miguel. However the time he decided to not respond, it was not good enough for him. Kieran preferred an answer to none. He watched as Miguel winced as he held onto his wrist. Kieran was not trying to hurt him, he was merely getting annoyed with his s**t.

As he spoke, his words were half truths. Kieran wasn’t lying when he said he enjoyed his time with Miguel. He was at least admitting that. Even the little game between them, he enjoyed it. Kieran however could see that now was not a game. He watched as Miguel started to cry, but also trying to hold it back. Kieran listened as Miguel’s voice cracked as he started to cry. He sighed softly, removing himself from Miguel.

Kieran wasn’t mad at him, nor did he want him to leave. It wasn’t his intention to make Miguel cry, but he had. He shifted as he moved off the bed to grab a bottle of vodka from the mini bar. Kieran was in no mood anymore to talk to Miguel. He wasn’t trying to hurt him, but he had. Kieran opened the bottle taking a swing from it.

The sound of the door alerted him of room service. Kieran walked toward the door, as he opened it to reveal a bus boy, a young twink whom smiled brightly at him. He leaned against the door. ”I have a bacon cheeseburger with fries, a coke, along with another burger and fries.” Kieran nodded simply. ”Would you like me to bring it into the room?” The bus boy asked eagerly as he looked around the room, seeing Miguel lying on the bed, he watched as the boy pouted slightly.

Kieran dismissed him however, taking the tray of food. ”No, thanks. I’ll take it from here.” He spoke grabbing to tray from him. Kieran watched as the young twink, gave him the tray before taking a second glance. He shut the door however, as he walked back toward the bed setting the tray on the bed. ”Are you going to eat?” Kieran asked, as he moved to sit down on the bed again. He himself was hungry, but he wondered if Miguel was still hungry.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Jakob couldn't help to shed a few tears. Between the stress of getting this job done, being tortured by some some crazed mafia boss, the pain coming from multiple parts of his body,and being hurt by the person he was desperately trying to make a human connection with. It was all just proving to be too much for one night. His nerves were fried and his brain felt like mush. He couldn't even tell in that confession which was the threat and which was the trust. But the mere thought of dying in such a way was enough to set him over the edge.

Few jobs had left him feeling this weak. He wanted to blame it all on just being a bad night crashing down on him. But he knew better. The tears rolled down his cheeks as his voice cracked. The pressure to his wrists were soon remove and he felt Kieran get off him. He didn't even watch him as he got out of the bed and stalked over to the minibar. Instead, he wiped at his face and eyes, hating himself for showing such emotion. He then looked over his wrists and saw nothing more wrong with them than what had been done before. He was simply sore.

Jakob brought his wrist a little closer as he lay there. He glanced over as there was soon a knock on the door. He watched Kieran move to open it and took notice of the man behind him. He also noticed how annoyingly chipper the male sounded. Probably just another lonely, desperate, just-out-of-the-closet twink who thought they could take on anyone. He ignored the man's look as he peaked around Kieran to notice him. How pathetic. He turned his gaze back to the television while Kieran basically shooed the man away and brought in the food.

He sat up as the man shut the door and came towards the bed once more. Drawing in his legs, Jakob sat up and nodded. "Thank you." he mumbled softly while picking up his burger. After making sure that his order was correct, he brought the food to his mouth and took a large bite. He didn't care if Kieran thought ill of him. He was hungry to add to all his other complaints. At least this one could easily be fixed. The burger was moist and warm in his mouth. It wasn't overcooked nor undercooked. It was just right. He chewed his food slowly as he was in rush. As he ate, he stole glances toward Kieran, wondering what he was thinking. Probably nothing very nice at the moment.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Kieran hadn’t been trying to hurt Miguel. He saw his pain and used it against him. Kieran was probably acting no better than Abel right night. He took wanted a connection with Miguel. However he was doing a piss poor job of it. Kieran didn’t even know why he tried, or wanted to. He was better off, just leaving things the way they were. There was no sense in trying to make things better. Kieran didn’t know if he would stay all night, he should probably leave after he ate.

He watched as Miguel sat up in the bed, mumbling his thanks. Kieran nodded, moving grabbing his plate. He pulled his legs onto the bed, leaving back against the pillows. Kieran grabbed his burger as he started to eat as well. He munched on his fries, not entirely enjoying his burger. It was dry against his mouth, as he was feeling guilty about hurting Miguel and telling him what Abel would have done with him.

Kieran grabbed his soda, cracking it open as he took a sip. He set his burger down as he continued eating his fries. Kieran had been hungry, but his appetite was gone. He tried to relax against the pillows, but he was no longer interested in being here anymore.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

He liked to think that it was not Kieran's intent to cause him pain. Then again, maybe he was just using his pain to make his point. He couldn't really be sure when the man was growling at him like an animal. He was too tired to try and make sense of the man, yet somehow he still wanted to. He didn't want to leave or see Kieran leave. At least for tonight.

As the food was brought in, Jakob sat up on the bed. He wiped his face, feeling ashamed after becoming so emotional. He sat cross-legged as he thanked the man and took his food. He ate his food slowly, the warmth bringing him little comfort. As he felt the bed shift beside him, he glanced towards Kieran, who was now leaning back against the pillows while he ate. From the look on his face, he couldn't tell if he was mad, or if the food just tasted that bad to him.

He turned his eyes forwards once more as he didn't want to be accused of anything else this evening. He continued to eat his burger until there was nothing left. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grabbed his vodka from the nightstand. Feeling a bit fuller, he leaned back against the pillows. Jakob chanced another glance, still finding him unreadable. He didn't want Kieran to be angry though. He wanted him to stay and keep him company. Tomorrow they could go back to being enemies or whatever, but just for tonight he wanted him to stay by his side. He dared move a bit closer to the male. Perhaps if he were more clingy he could try to hold his hand or lay his head on his shoulder. But he didn't want to invade too much of his space while the male was still fuming.