⎾ MOROSIS ⏌

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

There was no real reason to why such words slipped from his lips. Call it the heat of the moment. Or perhaps he just really wanted to see how a man like Kieran would respond. So far he was not at all disappointed. He loved the man's roughness, the thrust of his hips against his a**. It was hard to say if the man was the possessive type. If it meant anything he played his role well.

Jakob didn't really care if he left out of here with a few extra markings. It was his own fault really. He could have told Kieran to stop or left of his own free will. Instead he only egged him on further, begging like a good little slut. Before speaking he felt the males grip on his neck, waiting. He wondered if he didn't answer would Kieran have squeezed it tighter? Or would he simply grow bored of their little game? Either way he didn't need to find out. He answered honestly and heard the man laugh in response. Jakob smirked as he was then teased, closing his eyes for a moment as the males lips trailed down the side of his neck. "Just checking," he breathed. He turned his head in the direction of the males own bowed head. Daring to remove a hand from the couch to reach up and curl his fingers around the nap of his neck. "Y'know I've met some guys...who can be pretty possessive...about these sort of things." He continued to hold on to the male as he moaned soft. His eyes slid shut again while Kieran kissed and caressed his body. He didn't care how many marks he left out of here with. For a taste of Kieran's c**k, it was worth it.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Being possessive would get him nowhere. After all Miguel wasn't his. He was not claiming him either. Miguel was merely a quick enjoyable ********. One he doubted he would enjoy again. The next time he saw Miguel, he would have to watch out for him. Kieran would have to protect Abel from him even if it meant death. He was not about to just forget that Miguel was intent on killing him.

Not answering his question was really not in Miguel's best interest. After all it could go one of two ways; Miguel being punished or Kieran leaving him without finishing ******** him. Leaving marks against Miguel's body did not seem like something he had to worry about. Especially since Miguel seemed to enjoy it.

Kieran held onto Miguel as his hips moved ******** Miguel. He soon felt his hand slip around his neck. Kieran didn't mind as his lips trailed over his neck. He smirked lightly as Miguel spoke. His lips trailed toward his ear. ”Well I'm not most men… And after this if I see you soon, you’re fair game.” Kieran spoke growling softly threatening Miguel as he pulled back from his hand around his neck. He moved his hand from his chest and back down to his hips. Kieran moved his hips pushing back and pulling Miguel to meet his thrusts. He was nearing his end but he was far from done with him.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

He knew all too well what it might mean if he were to just ignore Kieran. He also knew that he did not wish to find out. He was content with the way things were for the moment. Even if the males actions were a bit extreme than what he was used to. It was thrilling in its own way. The marks left behind would fade eventually. Not that anyone back home would question him. Nor did he care if they did. For tonight, Kieran was not his enemy. He was just a guy in a club that had a bit of a kink that seemed to match his own, and he chose to sleep with after only exchanging a handful of words.

Jakob held on to the males neck while they ********. He was thoroughly enjoying the press of his lips while they teased one another. He felt the males lips quirk against his flesh, but could not see what sort of face he might be making. He hardly cared as the male then started kissing his way up his neck to his ear. He laughed darkly at the obvious threat. "Oh I just know you aren't." he replied half-teasing. He then released his hold on the males neck as he pulled away from him, moving his hand back to the couch. There was no need to remind the male again. They both knew that this was one a one time thing. He meant what he said earlier, so long Kieran stayed out of his way, he got to live. Otherwise, this was just business between himself and Abel.

Turning his head straight, Jakob resumed his stance on the couch. His hands firmly grasping the back of it. He felt Kieran's own hand trail back down his slender waist back to his hip. There the male grasped him tighter than before, his c**k pushing deeper and faster inside of him. Jakob let out loud, curt, moans as the male pulled on his hips. He too was nearing his climax. His own c**k was hard as a rock and throbbing from the lack of attention. He again removed a hand from the couch, reaching down between his legs he took hold of his aching member. He moaned wantonly as he concentrated on the two stimuli.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

After tonight there was no guarantee, he wasn't making an promises to keep Miguel alive in their next encounter. A threat was a threat, if he saw Miguel again especially trying to kill Abel, he would have no choice but to attack back. Kieran rather liked Miguel but then again he barely knew him. If he killed him, it wouldn't affect him too much.

As his hands returned back to Miguel's waist, he watched as he turned back around to hold onto the couch. His hands gripped Miguel's waist as he ******** him. Kieran was nearing his end, he listened as Miguel moaned. He watched as he soon moved to start stroking his c**k. Kieran thrust into Miguel a few more times before finally giving in. He pulled Miguel's a** tight against him, as he groaned softly. Kieran soon came hard in his a**. He breathed softly as took a second before pulling out of Miguel's a**.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

If Kieran wanted to get in his way than that was his choice. But like it or not, he had a job to do. One that did not involve him. Already, he knew that getting close to Abel was going to be difficult. Now he wondered just how much Kieran was going to shadow the man. Jakob wasn't necessarily above killing someone he wasn't supposed to. He just preferred not to, it wasn't as though he would be getting paid more. So he saw no reason to bother if he could avoid it.

Jakob saw no reason he couldn't help himself out. It didn't seem as though the man above him would. Then again, this same man hardly even kissed him the whole time they'd been ********. It came as no surprise that Kieran was only focused on his own release. Closing his eyes once more, he took hold of his own c**k. He stroked it in time to the males violent thrusts, his moans growing louder and louder. He gripped the back of the couch tightly as Kieran thrust hard one last him, his hands on his hips holding him in place as he came inside him. He stroked himself to completion, moaning like a wanton whore while his a** clenched tightly to the males c**k.

He groaned softly as the male pulled out of him. He also panted as he slowly fell into the adjacent cushion. There was a small spot where he came on the other. He didn't care. It wasn't as though either of them were packing any kleenex nor did he have a condom of his own to use. He doubted he was the first to come on this couch, so he didn't feel especially bad about it. Jakob sat there panting softly, his pants were now somewhere below his knees and his c**k laid against his inner thigh. He stared up at the male, licking his lips as he took in his disheveled look. If it were possible he looked even hotter than before. "So, he started as his breath soon returned to normal. "Are you just going to leave or do I atleast get a kiss for my efforts?"

 

[xDarkWinterx]

If Miguel wanted to stroke his own c**k, he didn't care. However he was not about to do it for him. As he moved inside Miguel he listened to him practically moan his head off, like a whore. Kieran found it amusing how wonton he could become just from a little ********. After cumming inside him, Kieran pulled out of him. He took note as Miguel had c** in the couch beneath the. His hands slipped from Miguel's waist as he regained composure. Kieran moved away from Miguel as he removed the condom from his c**k and throwing it in the trash.

He glanced toward Miguel who sat on the couch. Kieran went about shoving his c**k back into his pants and buttoning them back up. He ran a hand through his hair as Miguel questioned him. Kieran smirked lightly as he moved back toward the couch. He leaned down as he slipped a hand out, grasping Miguel's chin. Kieran kissed Miguel softly at first, before soon putting more force into it as he kissed him deeply. He pulled back after a few kisses, releasing Miguel's chin. ”There happy now?” Kieran spoke teasing Miguel, knowing that he didn't have to kiss him but he wanted to.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Jakob was aware how loud he got. For some it was a bit of a turn-off, and other quite the opposite. He didn't know where Kieran sat with his loud moans. But it must have done something to him to a degree for him to come like that. After all, it wouldn't be a first time someone left because they thought his voice was annoying. When they finished he was sitting back against the couch. He watched the male curiously. He wondered if he was always like this after sex. If they were actually together he might have found his behavior to be rude. But since they were not, it hardly mattered. He watched Kieran put away his c**k and regain his composure. It was rather amusing how quickly his demeanor changed.

He couldn't help wanting to tease the male a bit more. After all, it might be his last chance in doing so. he spread his legs as the male moved toward the couch. He smiled up at him as he took hold of his chin and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. He slipped his a hand up the males arm as he kiss him back. He enjoyed the soft, gentle pressure of his kiss but like all things with Kieran, the gentleness was not meant to last. He took a small breath through his nose as the male kissed him more passionately. They shared a few more kisses, each rougher than the last. Jakob sighed contently as the male pulled away, licking his lips as he was then teased. "Very." he teased back. He then released his hold on the male. As he backed away, Jakob went about fixing his clothes. As much as he enjoyed sitting around half-naked he knew he couldn't stay like this forever. He picked up his abandoned shirt and pulled it back over his head. When he was finished dressing, he turned to the male curious to know what they should do now.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

There was no need for him to be gentle with Miguel. He wasn't his lover not did he expect to have sex with him again in the future. Kieran knew if anything he expected he would only see Miguel again if he intended to kill him. He didn't know how many men Miguel had killed nor did he want to find out.

It didn't bother him if Miguel acted like some moaning whore in a porno. He found it amusing how vocal he could be. After a few simple words and a quick ********, Kieran knew he had to get back to Abel. With his luck he would probably be questioned on where he went. Especially since he v had only come in to n see if Miguel had been indeed following Abel, not to ******** him.

Kissing Miguel, he saw no need for being gentle. If he was his lover things would be different but they weren't. Kieran didn't see himself with a lover, Miguel was no different than the men he slept with our even the woman. Kieran withdrew from Miguel smiling lightly. He nodded simply watching as Miguel went about putting himself back together. Kieran adjusted his shirt and a pants before heading toward the door. Stopping at the door, he grabbed the knob before turning back toward Miguel. ”I'd say see you around, but I hope not.” Kieran spoke turning the knob as he waved goodbye to Miguel. He went in search of Abel.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

There was no need to get sentimental. After all, he knew there was no future with either man. Not Kieran, and certainly not Abel. This was just a one time thing on his mission to kill Abel. If it really came down to it, Kieran would be joining him. Perhaps if they were in another time or place, he could think of such thinks. Being with Kieran proved to be rather fun. Still, it was best for the both them not get involved in each others lives more than they already had. The next time they saw one another, it would not be pretty.

Jakob was quite happy with what he was given. It was honestly more than he expected from Kieran. They weren't anything to one another so he didn't owe anything in return. He was glad the man gave in to his simple request. When he pulled away, he quickly dressed, and rose slowly from the couch. He knew that tomorrow his hips were going to be killing him. But he wouldn't complain, it was worth the pain. Kieran had been one hell of a ********. Jakob lingered a little longer to address the state of his clothes and hair. He looked up to see the man cross the room and take hold of the doorknob. He smirked at his words and nodded. "Don't forget what I told you, Kieran." he replied.

He waved back to the male and soon followed out the door. Outside the room it was just as loud and filled with people before they even entered it. He looked around, curious to see which way Kieran had gone but already he had slipped into the crowd. He didn't want to seem as though he was already tailing him, so he made for the back door and slipped into the alleyway. Once outside, he sighed. So much for gaining more intel. He smiled to himself though and walked out of the alley, on to the sidewalk. Abel could wait for him another night.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

There was no need to please Miguel anymore. He couldn’t stick around much longer or Abel would come looking for him. In another time and another point, he would have enjoyed getting to know Miguel better. However he didn’t have the luxury in this situation. Already he was going against his own code of conduct. Miguel wasn’t some random man, he hooked up with in a club. No, he was the assassin who was seeking to kill Abel. Kieran knew he couldn’t linger but longer. He didn’t need Abel coming to look for him and ask all this questions, or worse jump to conclusions.

Leaving the private room, he headed toward the VIP room. After all he knew that’s where Abel would be. The man was nothing if not predictable. He never saw him associate with anyone, let alone try and talk to anyone else. Kieran walked back to the guard by the door, knowing he wouldn’t stop him. He entered to find Abel in what looked like a few drinks scattered on the table beside him. Kieran knew Abel could hold his liquor so he didn’t worry.

He didn’t know how long he had been in the room with Miguel, but time seemed to go by. Kieran walked toward Abel, taking the drink from his hand. ”Shouldn’t we get going?” He asked curiously downing the rest of Abel’s drink. Kieran didn’t have much to drink since he had arrived, a drink wouldn’t do him any harm.

Abel didn’t mind as Kieran took his drink from him. However it only made him curious. He hadn’t seen Kieran since they arrived, not that he was looking out for him. Abel shrugged at Kieran’s words, but moved to stand anyways. ”Sure, I can only drink a few more of these before I pass out.” He spoke moving to head toward the door. Abel slipped his hand into his pocket, as Kieran followed him. ”So where have you been, I didn’t see much of you out there?” He asked, only curious. Abel didn’t expect much of an answer from Kieran. He didn’t want it to seem like he had been expecting him to join him for a drink.

Kieran followed Able heading out of the VIP and through the crowd toward the door. He pulled his keys from his pocket once they were closer toward the door. Kieran glanced toward Abel as he was questioned. He shrugged lightly, ”Nowhere really, caught up with a friend.” Kieran spoke lying, but was merely being honest. Abel rolled his eyes at his words. ”Fine, don’t tell me then.” He spoke knowing Kieran was lying, but it wasn’t important. Abel knew Kieran would never betray him, at least on purpose.

Once outside, Kieran started toward the car, he unlocked it as he made his way around to the driver’s side. He opened the door, as he slipped inside waiting for Abel as he turned the car on. Kieran didn’t bother with the seatbelt. He shut his door behind him, as Abel got into the car. Kieran glanced to see Abel leaned his chair back. He put the car into drive and started out of the parking lot, heading back toward the house. It wasn’t late, but he was hungry. Kieran had no more plans of going out tonight, nor did he think Abel did either.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Outside the air was cool and crisp compared to that of the club. Jakob sighed to himself. He almost wished he could have had more time with Kieran. In another life he liked to think they could have been on more friendly terms. Ones that didn't involve killing, loyalties, or the mafia. However, they weren't so lucky. He was glad for the time spent with him. Kieran proved to be an interesting man, one he would not be forgetting any time soon. He sincerely hope their next meeting was not one of bloodshed. Still, he would keep to his word as he knew Kieran would too.

Walking down the dark alley and towards the sidewalk he had to wonder just how long they were gone. While they were in the moment, he hadn't felt that terribly long. Then again, he could see that the crowd outside had somewhat thinned out. There didn't seem to be as many people waiting around. In the end he didn't regret his decision. After all, that was properly the best sex he'd had to date.

As he walked down the street, Jakob didn't bother looking back. The moment between he and Kieran was over. He was sure if the male caught him lurking around, he would get the wrong idea and think he was already going after Abel. While he still needed to make good on his job, tonight they could both rest easy. He was too tired to bother going after him. Maybe after he had some dinner, took a nice hot bath, popped some aspirin, and slept for sixteen hours he would try again. But just for tonight, Abel got to live to see another day.

Heading down the street Jakob was soon able to grab and slipped into the backseat. He was quiet most of the way home, thinking about what all he had said and done. This even certainly had not gone to plan, still he couldn't say it was a complete waste of his time. He stared out the window, the orange haze of the street lamps passing by the window every few miles. When they arrived outside the house, he paid his fair and got out. Looking up, he could see a few lights still on downstairs, meaning that some of the others must still be awake. Jakob followed the path up to the front door and pulled out his keys. He unlocked the door, slid inside, and locked it right back up behind him.

"I'm home." he called out, though not really expecting an answer. Coming into the living room two of the older men played a game of cards while a third, younger, laid stretched out across the couch watching television. All three mumbled a greeting as Jakob came into the room. He slid into one of the nearby chairs, feeling a bit tired. "You're home pretty late." noted the man on the couch."There's some leftover stew in the kitchen if you're hungry." Smiling he nodded and rose once more.

Padding into the kitchen he flipped up the light switch. The old light buzzed before coming to life. On the counter sat a crockpot. Jakob grabbed a blow from the counter and pulled back the liquid. The aroma wafting from the stew was enough to make his mouth water. He poured a generous sized helping into his bowl, and replaced the lid. Going to the silverware drawer, he pulled out a clean spoon and turned out the light as he left the room. He quietly thanked the man and moved towards the stairs. He was too tired to eat downstairs at the table like he should have. He plan was to eat, shower, and sleep.

As he reached the second landing he was careful to remain quiet. He quietly walked down the hall and slipped into his bedroom. Taking his food to his desk, he sat down and slowly began to eat. The stew tasted like something he used to eat back home when he was a kid. It was warm, flavorful, the meats practically melted in his mouth as it was so tender. He continued to eat every morsel until the bowl was empty. Once he was finished he was feeling more content than before. He stretched his tired limbs and rose from his chairs. Crossing the room, he turned out the lights. The shower, along with so many other things on his plate, could wait til morning. He was too tired to worry about it.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

The ride back to their house wasn’t long. Kieran drove while Abel remained quiet beside him. They both knew that if Kieran didn’t want to talk about something he wouldn’t As much as he wanted to tell Abel about Miguel, he only wished it didn’t get to that point. He didn’t know what to expect from Miguel. For all he knew he was following him this very moment. Kieran knew nothing of his body count, but he highly doubt Miguel would have told him if he asked. Just as he had asked about the daddy thing, he wasn’t given an honest answer, not it mattered.

Arriving at the house, he pressed the garage door opener on the visor. Kieran pulled into the driveway, pushing the button again to get the door to close. Normally he would park the car in the driveway, but not tonight. He was on guard now, as he would be until Abel was safe enough from Miguel.

Turning off the car, Abel opened the door and went inside. Kieran took his time as he locked up the car and followed Abel inside through the door in the garage leading inside. He locked the door behind him, as he entered. Kieran watched as Abel went into the kitchen, while he went upstairs to take a shower.

Walking upstairs to his bedroom, Kieran turned on the light shutting his door behind him. He moved toward his closet, as he stripped off his clothes, kicking his shoes in the closet as he went. Kieran threw his dirty clothes in the hamper. He walked toward his bathroom, which was joined to his bedroom. Kieran turned on the light in there as he moved toward the walk in shower. He leaned in turning on the water, as he waited for it to heat up.

Kieran glanced down at his chest, noting small moon shaped marks most likely from Miguel’s nails from earlier. He didn’t mind, as he dismissed them. Kieran walked into the shower, as steam started to fill the room. He closed his eyes as he stepped beneath the water, enjoying the feel of the water against his body. Kieran ran a hand over hair as he pushed it back, allowing it to get wet.

After a quick shower, Kieran turned off the water. He reached into the cabinet near the door after he stepped out of the shower to retrieve a towel. Kieran dried himself off, then tucked the towel around his waist. He went back into his bedroom to find some clothes. Kieran walked toward his dresser pulling out a black pair of pajama bottoms. He didn’t bother with boxers, as he threw his towel aside. Kieran dressed in his chosen attire. Finishing he went in search of Abel, whom was most likely in his office, or down stairs.

Wandering through the house, he started with Abel’s office not seeing him there. He noticed however his bedroom door was shut. Kieran could only take that as he had gone to bed. He didn’t bother with waking him or disturbing him as he went back to his own room to go to sleep.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Believe it or not there was a reason he couldn't give an answer to his body count. It wasn't simply because he didn't want to tell anyone or come off as bragging. The answer was much more simple than that. He just did not remember. When most kids were learning how to do long division, Jakob was skinning live cats and shooting birds with a bb gun. As he grew older, his interest turned away from animals and towards people. When he learned he could actually make a profit off this interest, he was quickly sold. Ten plus years later, he had long lost count. If Kieran wanted to know how many he had killed since joining his current house, than he could rest easy in knowing it was a small number. But in his lifetime, the number was far greater.

He went to bed that night feeling more tired than he had in ages. It was well worth it though. He wasn't even mad that he had learned nothing exciting about Abel. Besides, his search was nowhere near over. Curling up under the covers, Jakob dreamed of the memories of his times with Kieran mixed with dreams of watching the light fade from Abel's eyes.

The next morning, he awoke bright and early just as he always did. His body was sore and stiff. Forcing himself to sit up, he pushed back the covers and crossed the room to pick up his bag of toiletries. Jakob crossed the hall and slipped into the bathroom. He flipped on the light and stripped down to nothing. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he saw a few hickeys on his neck. Checking out the rest of his body, there were light bruises from the males fingers holding him so tightly as well as marks on his a** cheek from being hit. He was glad there was no visible mark around his neck. He wasn't sure he would be able to hide if.

Jakob turned away from the mirror and padded over to the shower. He twisted the knobs and stepped beneath the warming spray. He tipped his head back as he let the warmth wash over him, easing his stiff muscles. After several minutes passed he began washing his hair and body, taking his sweet time as the room filled with steam and the scent of his bath products. Nearly an hour passed before he emerged clean, his fingers all pruney. Picking up his towel, he dried off and wrapped it around his waist. He gathered his things and walked back to his room. He was feeling better, but he needed rest. There would be no going out today. Not unless he was looking to get himself killed. He set the toiletry bag on his dresser while he pulled out a clean pair of boxers and a black t-shirt. Quickly dressing, Jakob then moved towards his computer and waited for the machine to come to life.

Three days passed since Jakob came home from the club. In that time he hardly left his room. Only taking a break to take care of his personal needs. The information he had gathered had outgrown his cork board and expanded across the walls tied together with bits of string. He waited til nightfall to at least leave the house. Dressing in all black, Jakob packed a backpack and set out into the night. He quickly crossed the yard and made his way towards the streets. He hailed a cab, taking it into the neighborhood that Abel, and he suspected Kieran as well, lived in. He instructed the driver to drop him off two blocks away from his destination. He didn't need anyone to take notice of him. He took solace in the few street lights lining the neighborhood and kept to the shadows.

When he was close enough, he crouched along a nearby building. He checked and rechecked the address. This was it. The place that Abel called home. He could only imagine what sort of horrors must lay inside. Hopefully not more fingers. Jakob made himself comfortable as the stakeout began. Fr the next couple of days, he was planning on calling this scrap of dirt home.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Three days had gone by, Abel had kept to his semi-normal routine. He had hardly been home the past few nights however. Abel had been working on a few new projects and venturing out into the drug business. He had a few sights on some major dealers. Abel had every intention of working with them but only until he could take them over. He didn’t do drugs himself. Abel usually only smoked or drank. None of it would be considered illegal himself.

Out of all the drugs in Chicago, heroin was highly used. It was dangerous and deadly. To him death wasn’t important, he hardly cared if he gave someone something that killed them. All he cared for was the profit of that death.

As the day rolled into night, Abel hadn’t eaten much through out the day. He had been working on phone calls. Abel barely noticed Kieran in the doorway. He glanced up as he stood there. ”Are you going to eat?” Kieran asked, feeling like Abel’s baby sitter, which he was in a way. He knew explaining his relationship to Miguel about Abel, was not his to explain. Kieran hadn’t seen the need to do it. It was personal and he did it because he wanted to, not because he had to.

”Yeah, I guess. What’s for dinner?” Abel asked plainly, even if he wasn’t hungry, he knew he needed to eat. He was terrible when it came to eating habits. If he could, he would live off scotch, coffee and air. ”Beef burritos with green chilies and mexican rice.” Kieran spoke, as he had cooked dinner. It was usually him, that cooked. If it wasn’t a bowl of cereal, that Abel didn’t make it.

”Sure, I’ll be down in a few.” Abel spoke as he went about closing down his computer for the night. Kieran nodded as he left the room to head back downstairs. He entered the kitchen, as he went about making plates for the both of them. It wasn’t long before Abel ventured into the kitchen. Kieran set the plates down on the table, along with silverware. ”What do you want to drink?” He asked, as he went toward the fridge to check what he wanted as well. Kieran pulled out from tea for himself. ”Waters fine.” Abel responded to the question as he went to sit at the table.

Once drinks were poured, Kieran joined Abel at the table. He set both their drinks down as he took a seat. Abel had already started in on his food, which Kieran didn’t mind. It wasn’t as if they were the praying type, especially before a meal. He went about eating as he sat there was well. Enjoying the taste of his cooking. Kieran’s grandmother had taught him after all she was always a busy women, in the kitchen. His own mother, had hardly taught him anything. Unless it was about sex or violence, he hardly knew her.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

In his three day absence, Jakob had taken liberty to gather as much information as he humanly could about his mark. He didn't care how insignificant it may seem. One way or another he was determined to get into Abel's head. He wanted to know how he thinks, what he eats, how he sees the world through his own eyes. He was already amused by how suspicious the male was becoming of him. Stalking his house and watching him make a paranoid mess of himself would only amuse him more.

As he neared the correct address, Jakob settled on the side of a building across the street from Abel's home. From his viewpoint he could see the front of the house and the garage. He crouched low, under the cover of darkness as he rummaged through his bag. Pulling out the binoculars, he aimed them towards the house.

It came as no surprise to find that in some of the windows they were covered with heavy drapes. Others appeared to have no lights and all he could see were fuzzy shapes and small bits of light coming in from other rooms. The garage was shut tight with, what he could assume, was a motion sensor light above the door. He wondered how armed this house must be. Between Abel and Kieran, he imagined the two might be under heavy security. After all, one could never be too careful.

He searched the more windows and saw nothing of interest. It was all too dark. He almost wished he could get closer, but knew it to be too soon. He needed to be patient. Going down the other side of the house he caught sight of someone walking into the kitchen. "Well, hello Kieran." he muttered to himself. He watched as the man went about making up the dinner plates and setting them on them on the table. A few moments later another man entered the kitchen. He took note of just how rough Abel was looking. "And there's the man of the hour....I bet he smells like a bar." He watched the two dig into their food, hardly paying one another any mind. It was hard to believe that they were actually friends. From where he was sitting, they didn't seem friendly at all. Abel almost looked annoyed by Kieran's company. Or did was that just his everyday face? All these questions and more flooded his head. It didn't matter though. It wasn't as though he was going to get close to either one of them. He couldn't, he had a job and that was it. It was best he kept on that path.