⎾ MOROSIS ⏌

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

As he hung in that basement, it was hard for him to feel anything but fear. Of course at the time he did not want Abel to know so he simply released his other emotions out on the man. Calling him names, screaming in pain, kicking wherever he could reach. None of it seemed to faze him. He wasn't ever sure if he had felt any of it. Jakob was the complete opposite. He felt it all, saw most of it. Abel was a true showman when it came to torture. By the time Kieran had gotten there, he didn't care if he had to lose three layers of skin to get out of those handcuffs. Whether by falling and breaking a bone or with Kieran's help he had been determined to get down from those rafters.

Jakob couldn't remember the last time he let someone hold him like this. Years maybe. He hadn't dated in ages and he didn't really stick around long after ******** someone. He never saw the reason to get close. Yet here he was, days after having sex, and he was being held by the last man who ******** him. To top it off, he was having quite the meltdown at the moment. Tears slid down his face and over his nose. Slowly he was calming down, but not fast enough. The lump in his throat was still present and he was sure he looked gross. He took slow, ragged breaths as Kieran continued to comfort him. Jakob wiped at his eyes and face as he sniffled. "You're boss is the devil." he croaked, not even sure which language he had said it in. But he needed to put it out there. A small bit of his anger released as he spoke.

He laid there a few minutes longer, having not said anything since. His tears had nearly stopped by now and all breathing had returned to normal. He could still feel Kieran close behind him. "He was going to rape me, wasn't he?" he said softly. It wasn't exactly a question. More like he was just thinking out loud.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Kieran knew how cruel Abel could be but he also knew his kindness. After all one had to wonder why he stuck beside him all these years. It wasn't because he was required or being forced. The real truth was because he owed Abel his life. Without him, Kieran wasn't likely to have survived his own childhood.

While he held onto Miguel, he didn't mind his breakdown. After all being brave could only last so long. Kieran let him cry for as long as he needed to. It was a couple of minutes before Miguel finally calmed down. Lying there he heard Miguel speak. He shrugged slightly at his words. ”Sometimes he can be other times not so much.” Kieran spoke knowing it was merely a statement not something that required an answer but he did anyways.

Lying there silence spread between them again. Kieran didn't mind as Miguel was still trying to calm down. He heard him speak after a while. Questioning him but merely making another statement. Kieran couldn't say yes or no, to what Abel's intention had been. ”Perhaps, I can't say yes or no to what Abel would have done to you. Either with the a**l beads or with his own c**k, it might have happened.” He spoke not lying or sugar coating his words either to Miguel.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

What goodness could there possibly be inside of Abel? From what he had seen, not only tonight, but that day in the restaurant and in the club, there was none. All he had seen was a rude, cruel man who cared not for the feelings of others. An impulsive being who took pleasure out of torturing others. There was no kindness behind those dark eyes. Only cruelty and madness.

In all honesty, Jakob was surprised he had been able to hold it in this long. The moment he saw Kieran enter the basement he had wanted to weep with joy. Then again when he was released from that house. He didn't think he was even going to be able to leave that place. Before Kieran had even showed up, he feared that Abel would lock him down there, possibly keep him for a few days until he got bored or his screams could no longer go unnoticed. But no...that wasn't the case at all. He was free....he was alive....he did not want to think about any of this nights events and so he stuffed down the emotions. Only to have to come bursting out as he was confronted. Jakob knew he hadn't been acting like himself. Not that Kieran really knew what "himself" was. But he was sure in his eyes, he must have looked like a crazy person.

The majority of tears slipping down his cheeks lasted no longer than ten minutes. But in that time, it was the hardest he had cried in years. When at last he found his voice, it was raw with emotion. In his state of despair he wasn't even paying attention to what language he spoke. It must have been one that Kieran could understand as he soon heard his reply although he had not asked for one. Jakob scoffed at his words. Kieran would have to forgive him for he was incredibly doubtful. At this point in time he could not see Abel in the same light that Kieran did.

The longer he laid there, the more he started to come down. He still had a few tears clinging to his cheeks. Again, he spoke without really looking for an answer. The thought had been lingering in his mind for some time now. Just as Kieran walked in, he had felt something against his a**s. He had seen the bottle of lube along with the other object Abel had brought out of the closet. He sniffed as Kieran spoke, listening to his words. There was no sugar coating in those words, no false promises, just an ugly possibility. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment as he allowed that information to sink in. "Why are you friends with him?" he asked. Kieran may not have been the best person out there, but in comparison he seemed a thousand times better to that man.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Not everyone got the see the good side of Abel. After all he only showed it with those who were close. The amount of people could be counted on one hand alone. Kieran was one of the few with reason. Even at times Abel could be cruel to him, but he didn’t let it bother him. He could dish out his own cruelty himself.

Kieran hadn’t regretted saving Miguel from Abel. After all no one deserved such wrath. There was no guarantee what Abel would have done to him. However by the end of it, he would be dead there was for sure. Kieran hadn’t wanted to scare Miguel even further, but he also didn’t want to lie to him. He knew his questions and words were not meant to be responded too. Although he couldn’t leave the matter unanswered.

Abel was still alive for many reasons. He didn’t put up with others s**t and wasn’t about to be killed by some assassin either. Kieran knew if Miguel went after Abel again, there would be no saving him. He already knew Abel didn’t offer up second chances.

Lying there it seemed like all his words were sinking in to Miguel. Kieran wasn’t going to lie to him, after all what would be the use. He laid there awhile before Miguel questioned him again. Kieran wasn’t surprised by it however. He knew it was to be expected eventually. ”Because he saved me from the cruelty of another as a child.” Kieran spoke softly not really wanting to go into more detail.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

After meeting the man personally, it was no wonder so many were after Abel. As much as he did not want to think about it, he had to wonder just how many others came before him. If not for Kieran, just what number would that make him? Jakob understand he didn't know Abel in the same way as Kieran. But he stood by his judgement. He doubted he would ever be able to see different. Abel would likely kill him if he ever set foot in his house again. Even if he did have the permission of his housemate.

He laid there quietly after Kieran spoke. Indeed, everything he had been saying was sneaking in. And honestly it was making quitting while he was ahead. He had skills, there was no denying that. But Abel was so much stronger than him. Not to mention, like Kieran, he stood nearly a head taller than him. Normally he didn't worry about his height, but knowing there was a chance he could be strung up high enough not to touch the floor was off putting. Changing topics he was patient as he waited for the man to speak. He didn't rush him though he did worry for a minute that he wasn't going to answer him. When at last the man did speak, his voice was softer than expected. Jakob glanced back curiously. He wanted to question him further. There was so much he didn't know about him. "Guess he did one thing right." he mumbled to himself.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

There was a lot in his past he wished to forget. Nothing good had come of it. Kieran wasn’t going to go into details especially Miguel. As much as he knew it would help him relate, he didn’t want to tell him. He didn’t want to be pitied, nor did he want to have the nightmares come back in full force. It had taken him years to forget it and even longer to accept it, as well as the memories of it to no longer haunt him.

As he spoke, he watched as Miguel looked back at him. Kieran was glad Miguel didn’t question him further. His past was another talk, for another time when he was ready. For now he wasn’t, he didn’t even know if there was a point he would be. Kieran nodded simply at his words. He released Miguel a little, ”How are your wounds?” Kieran asked wondering if he needed the first aid kit at all. He hadn’t really had a chance to look over them before leaving the bathroom.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

If Kieran didn't want to talk about his past he would not force him. After all, it was only fair. It wasn't as though he was giving up his own tragic basic story. Well, aside from the story behind his two name that is. He figured when and if Kieran was ever ready to tell him, he would tell him. Until then, their pasts were their own.

As he spoke again, he saw Kieran nod in response. They lay in silence for a minute. He felt Kieran's arms loosen around his waist. Jakob turned to face the male and pulled back the cover. In his moment of weakness he had half-forgotten they were even there. He revealed to Kieran the mark on his chest. It didn't hurt as badly now that the gross stuff was washed away, but he was still concerned."The cut on my chest is still kinda red. Do you think it's possible that Abel used a dirty blade?" he replied. "Also, I didn't notice before, but it looks like I got a few scratches from the cuffs."

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Until he was ready, he didn’t think either of them would express their pasts. Kieran didn’t mind, after all it wasn’t as if it was necessary. He wasn’t going to demand all of the facts and Miguel’s life story. It really wasn’t relevant to him, especially in this context. Kieran found it might be better not to know everything about him. He hadn’t even known him for a whole week, yet alone twenty-four hours.

As his arms loosened around Miguel, he watched as he turned to face him. Kieran looked over his chest, as he lowered the blankets. His chest was raw and red from the cut running down his chest. He had seen far worse on a dead body. Kieran slipped a hand up, running his finger over the wound. He listened as Miguel questioned him shaking his head. ”Probably not, Abel is pretty careful when it comes to his medical equipment, he usually sterilizes them after playing.” Kieran spoke knowing that probably wasn’t something Miguel wanted to know but it was true. Abel was careful, when it came to such things after all many victims there was bound to be some diseases.

Kieran looked over Miguel’s wrists as well. He saw they were a little red and bruising from being hung. Kieran didn’t think they were too bad, it could have been worse. At least Abel didn’t break his wrists before hanging him, or do to much damage to his body. His wounds would heal with time.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

It was true that they did not need to get too indepth with one another. After all, they had only known of each other's existence for a few days. He didn't know if they would ever become something in the future. But for now his curiosity could wait. Turning towards the male, he showed him the wounds that were hurting him most. He couldn't help making a disgusted face as Kieran talked about Abel's hobby. "That's so nasty." he replied. While he himself was a killer, he didn't get as much of a thrill out of it as Abel. To put it simply, he much preferred mapping out how he would kill someone, the act itself was sometimes fun, but he generally hated the clean up.

Jakob remained still while Kieran examined his wounds. He whined softly as his fingers ran down his chest. It wasn't terribly painful nor was it completely pain free. He then lifted his wrists, waiting as the man patiently looked them over. He wasn't nearly as worried about them. The majority of his wounds were bruises. He got off pretty easy as far as cuts went.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Indeed it was an odd habit, one he could not judge. Kieran was used his Abel's behavior but that did not mean he condoned it. He couldn't stop Abel from it however after all it would only show his weak side. It was better to let Abel be. As his fingers stroked over Miguel's chest he listened to him whine. Kieran couldn't tell if it hurt or it was just a natural reaction. Looking over Miguel's wrists he released them. Sitting up in the bed, Kieran looked down at Miguel. ”I had the bell boy bring up a first aid kit, if you need me to tend to your wounds on your chest.” He spoke not sure if it was needed or not.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

The more Kieran told him little secrets like this the weirder he thought the man to be. And this was coming from another killer. He didn't see how it was possible to get used to someone like Abel. Then again, maybe he wasn't. He wondered if there were any evil parts of Abel that Kieran hated? Did he ever make those thoughts known or just stay quiet about it? He wanted to ask but again felt as though it was something he didn't need to know just yet. He allowed Kieran to inspect him, whining as his fingers brushed against the wound. When the male was done he released his wrists and sit up beside him. He laid his hand down on his stomach and nodded when the male spoke. "Yeah, should probably put some ointment or something on it. Just to make sure it doesn't get infected." he replied. If Kieran really wanted to treat his wounds, then he would let him. It was better to treat them rather than let them become a problem. Though the cut was so slim he doubted that would happen. Either way, it was best not to chance it.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Kieran was merely tolerable somedays. There were times he didn't agree with Abel. He wasn't afraid to let it be known. Like tonight he had stopped him from hurting Miguel. Kieran didn't know what to expect from Abel when he returned home. He wasn't sure if he would confront him or simply ignore it. Either way he didn't care.

As Miguel spoke about putting ointment on his wounds, he nodded. Kieran shifted as he moved out of the bed not caring if he was naked. He walked toward the TV stand grabbing the first aid kit. Kieran returned back to the bed as he set the kit down beside Miguel. He climbed back into the bed, covering himself up.

Kieran pulled the kit closer as he opened it. He looked inside over the many things in it. Kieran grabbed out a small packet of antibiotic ointment. He ripped open the pack as he dabbed some on his index finger. Kieran slipped his hand over Miguel's chest applying the ointment to his wound. He finished as he wiped his finger on the bed. Kieran threw the pack into the trash. Shutting the case he set it down beside the bed. He returned his attention back toward Miguel as he sat there with the blankets around his waist.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

He honestly didn't care how Abel felt that his prey had gotten set free. But he did worry about Kieran. He could imagine what sort of hell it might be when he went back home. Honestly, if could the man tell him? That they ******** once and had a nice little moment? Doubtful. For Kieran's sake, he hoped the man would ignore it. He didn't want to cause anymore trouble for his own ignorance.

When asked about what to do next, Jakob suggested putting on ointment. It was probably more trouble than it was worth, but he'd rather not risk infection. While he believed Kieran when he said that Abel was clean. In this day and age, one could never be too careful when it came to personal health. He watched the man nod and slip out from the covers. Sitting up a bit, he admired the view. It was the first time he had seen Kieran completely naked, and he was not at all disappointed. He took in his toned and muscular build.

He laid back down as the man soon returned to the bed. He was almost a bit disappointed to see him cover up, but wouldn't complain. Instead, he laid still and quietly while Kieran applied the cool antibiotic to his chest. As the man soon finished up, he watched him wipe his finger against the sheet. Jakob shook his head a bit, but said nothing about it. He waited for Kieran to set the kit down on the floor, a small smile spreading across his lips as the male turned towards him. "Thank you." he said sweetly.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

As he wiped his finger on the bed, Kieran watched as Miguel shook his head. He didn't care either way after all he wasn't going to get up and clean his hands in the bathroom. Even though Miguel would like the view, he held no interest for getting up again. Finishing he turned his attention towards Miguel who lay there. Kieran nodded at his words. ”Your welcome… Anything else I can do for you?” He asked curiously relaxing beside Miguel on the bed.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Indeed, it would have been nice to get another view of Kieran's a**. Still, what more could he expect of the man. At least he wasn't wiping his finger somewhere on him other than his chest. After the man put away the kit, he quietly thanked him, and smiled up at him. Jakob relaxed as he laid there. He shook his head when the man questioned him about a minute later. "Not that I can think of, no." he replied. "Why, was there something you had in mind?"