⎾ MOROSIS ⏌

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Tracking was one he expected. That wasn't to say he enjoyed it, but he knew it would have to be done. After several trips through the neighborhood it was obvious that Kieran was out of the area. Where and how long he would be gone, he couldn't say. Just as he had done a month prior, Kieran had all but fell off the face of the earth. He was sure the man he was stalking would have answers. Though he was doubtful that he would give them to him so easily. He did not know much of Abel, but enough that he would not just hand over the information.

Just as he was instructed, he watched Abel like a hawk. He wouldn't dare go in to his house. Instead he lingered outside it. Day and night he would stroll through the neighborhood, walk past his house, and look through the open windows. He wasn't even trying to be discreet anymore. After all, they both knew he was there. Just as they always knew his purpose for stalking him.

Jakob hated to know what sort of thoughts ran through the man's head each time he caught him staring at his house, or when he not so casually passed him in the grocery store. If Kieran were still in town he would likely be pissed for playing with Abel like this. In the long run he was sure it would not be doing him any favors. Still, he took the risks.

Knowing what they were is exactly why he was here tonight. Here in this loud, crowded space with thrashing bodies everywhere and not a soul to witness what was happening. Walking up to the counter he ordered himself a vodka neat. The bartender busied herself fixing his drink while others crowded around him. In his ear voices overlapped one another as they all tried to order at once. He edged away from those yelling voices to scan the area. Up in the VIP section, he could just barely see who was occupying the space. By now he knew Abel's features well enough though to know that he was not there.

After a minutes of waiting his drink was placed down in front of him. Jakob thanked the bartender and picked it up to take a sip. Holding his drink close to him, he dared to move away from his spot at the counter to find a place where he could observe his surroundings better. Moving through the crowd, he took note of a few faces here and there. None of them were the person he was looking for.

Jakob soon found a small space on the other side of the room. He stood with his back to a pillar as he watched the people dance and walk around the club. Twenty minutes past as he sipped his vodka. His head swiveled back and forth a few times before he caught sight of the very person he was looking for. There. Walking into the club as though he owned it and making straight of the VIP section. His eyes glued to the man's back, but he did not move from his spot. Odd as it was, he wanted to be seen. To have Abel know that he was here, watching him. Sure he could not follow up there on his own. But he would have to come down eventually. Finishing off what was left of his drink, he placed the glass on the tray of a passing waitress.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

The VIP room was not so crowded, it never was. Within the confines; men and women, men and men and even the select few women and women made out of couches. Abel preferred the atmosphere but it was a little mundane for his liking. He took a seat off to the side and waited a** waitress approached him. Abel ordered himself a scotch on the rocks. He scanned the room beyond the VIP area as she left to fetch his drink.

Sitting there he watched the throngs of people dancing. Abel's eyes scanned the room eventually landing on a familiar face. He had seen Miguel in passing on random stores and even standing outside his house the last few weeks. Abel had to wonder was it because Kieran was gone or if he was still on his mission to kill him.

With a flick of his wrist and a finger to come, Abel motioned for Miguel to come to him. He waited to see if Miguel would obey or simply blow him off. Abel waited as his drink finally came, paying the waitress before dismissing her. He took a sip while he waited to see if Miguel would join him.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Beyond the threshold he knew very little of the VIP room. He knew most of the people in there came from money, some made it by making a name for themselves, and then there were people who just seemed to show and were never turned away. Jakob knew enough of the man's background to guess which he came from.

He watched from the ground floor as Abel cross the room, brushing past the many bodies without a single care. A familiar waitress came and went. Jakob continued to stare as Abel looked down at the crowd below. Their eyes soon meeting. He knew he was not being discreet in seeking him out. Hell, until this moment he wasn't even really planning on doing anything. Annoy him sure, but every time they had crossed paths he had either been home or in a place that was too public. The club somehow was better to meet. While still public the people here were too drunk and blind. They didn't give two shits about the work between an assassin and a mob boss. They just wanted to drink and have fun.

After a momentary staring contest, Abel motioned him forward. Jakob narrowed his eyes and stared at him as though he had lost his mind. Still, he had to admit he was curious. What was so important that Abel could only talk to him about that he had to wait until Kieran was out of town. He stood there a few moments weighing his options. Around him the lights flashed and the music changed to something more upbeat, sending the crowd into a frenzy.

He took the opportunity to push away from the pillar and disappeared into the crowd. Crossing the room he slipped the crowd with ease and over towards the VIP section. A large man stopped him at the entrance. It was to be expected. Jakob looked over their shoulders and in the direction of the very man who summoned him.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Watching Miguel, Abel was curious as to how long he would continue this. He knew that MIguel was afraid of him, which is what he preferred. After all it would keep him alive longer. Abel didn’t know when Kieran would return, but if Miguel didn’t make a move then he would. He beckoned Miguel forward to join him in the VIP rom. Abel didn’t know if he would follow his request but it was worth a try.

He sipped on his drink, while Miguel made his way through the crowd. Abel watched as Miguel finally reached the VIP area and was blocked by the bouncers. It was to be expected. He found it amusing that Miguel could only go so far. Abel stood walking toward the entrance, standing beside the bouncer. ”Let him in.” He spoke directing the bouncer to let Miguel in. After giving him permission, the bouncer opened the corded rope to allow Miguel to enter. Abel turned away, motioning Miguel to follow him back toward his seat, which was next to another chair and a table which sat between them, where he left his drink. He picked it up again, waiting for Miguel to join him. ”Can I get you something to drink?” Abel asked pretending to be nice and care if Miguel was thirsty.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

The idea of simply ignoring Abel had occurred to him. The only problem was he couldn't guarantee for how long it would work. It was obvious Abel knew he was stalking him and one of them was going to need to make a move. He was damn sure that if he didn't move first, then Abel would try to strike him again. At least this time he could say he was a bit more prepared. Hardly any good it did him though. He had no doubt in his mind that the man had come prepared as well.

After crossing the room, his way was soon blocked. While he was something of a regular, he didn't go about boasting whom he worked for or use his name for such a privileged area. He saw no need. The ground floor suited him just fine. As he glared in the direction of Abel, he watched as the man rose from his seat and came towards him. The bouncers glanced back to the sound of Abel's voice. Just like that he was allowed beyond the corded rope.

Jakob didn't even spare the bouncers a word of thanks or gratitude. He simply followed Abel inside and towards a set of chairs. Taking the seat opposite him, he sat down and glanced around a bit. The sound of Abel caught his attention. He was surprised the manners was showing some kind of manners. "Vodka." was all he said. If Abel wanted to pretend to be nice and fetch him a drink. He in turn could pretend and accept his offer. Sitting back, Jakob waited for Abel to settle. If he could help it he wanted to spend as less time with the man as possible.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Abel could pretend but they both knew why they were here. He didn't have to guess to know why Miguel was here. Though he was curious if Miguel was worried about Kieran and where he was. After all Kieran had been gone for a month. He hadn't heard much from him so he doubted Miguel had.

Watching as Miguel took a seat, he offered to get him a drink. Abel nodded as Miguel spoke plainly. He motioned for a waitress to come over and ordered Miguel a vodka. Abel turned his attention toward Miguel. He couldn't help but get straight to the point. "Glad you could join me though I'm sure you're simply just lonely. I would have thought you'd grown bored watching me after all you don't have Kirean around to save you if something happens again." Abel teased as he finished off his drink. He watched as the waitress returned with Miguel's drink. Abel set his drink on her tray before she left.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Indeed, there was use in pretending. After all they were both grown men. It was better to just lay everything out on the table and get it over with. In the whole month he had been by himself he hadn't worried too much about Kieran. He trusted him and whatever it was he needed to take care of. There was no sense in blowing his phone up with messages and voice mail that would likely go unanswered. He figured whatever it was that man was up he would be back. He just needed some time was all.

Taking his seat Jakob gave him a plain answer. He watched as Abel nodded and took his own seat. Again he acted as though the club were his very own as he motioned to the waitress. She crossed the room, high heels tapping with each step,and took the man's next order. She nodded quietly before retreating to the bar. Jakob focused his attention on Abel as he then started to talk. It took nearly all of his willpower to not roll his eyes. He knew he was trying to get to by dragging Kieran's good name into this.

"Lonely? Hardly. I live with six men and get to follow your lanky a** all day." he replied. Jakob was careful not to show too much emotion. It was hard to tell what exactly the man might know about him. As the waitress returned with his drink, he thanked her and pulled it close to him. "Now boredom...I gotta say Abe, for a crime boss you are one of the dullest people I've had the displeasure to stalk. I mean really what do you even do besides sit at home drinking coffee as black as your soul?" He didn't bother to touch on Kieran. He didn't see it worth mentions. It would only bring Abel pleasure and make him think he really did need to be saved by another man.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Indeed Abel felt himself privileged. He hardly cared what others thought of him. Abel ignored half of those around him. He saw no reason to respect those who worked within the club. They were being paid to be here.

Abel watched Miguel seeing how emotions played over his face. He has to admit that Miguel had a terrible poker face. Abel listened as Miguel responded. He found it amusing how Miguel spoke completely avoiding Kieran's name. Abel smirked finding Miguel amusing as he seemed to be trying to agitate him. He wasn't bothered however.

"Well it's not like I'm forcing you to watch. You're more than welcome to enter my house after all it wouldn't be the first time…Maybe you'd actually kill me but then again if you took as much effort as you do in being ******** by Kieran then you might accomplish your goal." Abel spoke a little harshly putting everything on the table. He wasn't stupid, he knew what Miguel and Kieran had been doing in his house. Abel had been suspicious before but seeing it with his own eyes only confirmed it. He wouldn't question Kieran on it though after all what good would it do. Abel was more interested in hurting Miguel.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

At the moment he didn't really care if he was easy to read. He wasn't interested in playing nice. Hell, he wasn't interested in playing at all. A guy like Abel was no fun to kill. He was too smart for his own good and didn't know when to shut up. If there weren't so many god damn witnesses he would slit his throat here and now. Instead he kept his eyes on the man while he seemed amused by their conversation. Jakob on the other hand saw nothing funny about this whole thing. He knew he should have stayed with the crowd. Though he doubted Abel would hide up here forever. He had the arrogance of child who had never been told no.

After speaking, Jakob picked up his glass and took a sip of the vodka. It was good. Better than the stuff they served the main crowd. Not that he would admit to that. Setting the glass back down Abel spoke again. He took note of the harshness of his tone. Still he was not bothered. Somehow he knew. He couldn't prove how or why, call it a gut feeling. "No, you're not forcing me. But the one who signs my checks is. So until he's satisfied, you're stuck with me." Picking up the glass again, he drained what was left of the vodka, and licked his lips. "Or maybe I'm letting you live because of Kieran. Ever think of that? If Kieran wants to invite me in again I won't stop him. Hell, you would have loved how he pulled me into your house the last time I was over. He was so ravenous I thought he was going to ******** me right at the front door. And besides, it's not like Kieran is the only one keeping dirty little secrets. Bet that sister of yours never clued you in. She actually caught us making out around the side of the house about two months ago. Then just like that she gave Kieran her keys and we disappeared into the night." Jakob wasn't too stupid either. He knew sleeping with Kieran wasn't in his best interest. But he also wasn't going to deny that he wasn't enjoying. He didn't care if Abel disliked it. He was dating Kieran, not Abel.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

It was true Abel had never been told no. He had been spoiled by his parents. Abel though didn't blame the. He found it was better to be loved by his parents then to be abused by them. His parents had taken Kieran in as their own. Abel had respected them enough to take care of Kieran after all being his best friend.

Speaking toward Miguel, he laid everything out in the open. The fact that he knew Kieran and he were an item. Abel wasn't jealous by any means just protective. He didn't need Miguel using Kieran to get to him. Abel listened as Miguel spoke about being stuck with him until his job was finished.

He sat there watching as Miguel continued talking. Abel had to roll his eyes slightly. He hardly cared where or when they ********. Abel didn't even care if Addy knew about them before he knew. He found Miguel's words laughable as he tried to anger him.

Abel motioned for the waitress to bring them another drink. He continued his focus on Miguel. "So tell me, what would Cornelius think of all this? Would he be so understanding to know you are ******** Kieran instead of killing me?" Abel asked curiously with interest.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

The way he saw things there wasn't too much difference when a person jealous and when they were also protective. He didn't know which Abel was or why he even cared so much. He'd seen the way he and Kieran interacted with one another. They seemed like complete strangers and yet Kieran claimed they had known one another for years. He found their relationship to be very odd, even more as he was distrustful of Abel.

Jakob wasn't afraid or offended as Abel continued to interrogate him. His own arrogance began to show as he openly spoke of their relationship. He watched as the man rolled his eyes and seemed unmoved at the mention of his sister. A bit surprising. Especially since Kieran was very fearful of her knowing. He sat back in his chair as the waitress was beckoned. She tapped forward, taking away his empty glass before moving away once more.

When Abel spoke again, Jakob smirked. "Well first off, he would want to know why the hell you're still breathing. And second, Kieran's nowhere on his radar, so he probably wouldn't care about that. Third, the only person's sex life he does care about is his wife." he replied. When he finished speaking the waitress returned, setting their drinks down in front of them. Jakob nodded his thanks before taking a sip. "Why are you so concerned about Kieran's sex life anyway?" he asked, wanting a few answers for himself. He knew of course he could ask Kieran these same questions, but he preferred hearing the answers from a different source.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

The need to interrogate Miguel was not necessary. He just couldn’t help himself. Abel found it curious to know how well Miguel knew Kieran. He could protect himself easily, after all he had been doing it all his life. Abel wasn’t surprised to know that Addy knew more about Miguel and Kieran than he did. It wasn’t important to know about Kieran’s relationship, but when the relationship could eventually mean his death, then he couldn’t help but be nosey.

As he ordered more drinks for the both of them, Abel returned his attention toward Miguel. He knew that Cornelius would want to know why he was still alive. Abel didn’t think he would care to know he was going out with Kieran, if it could be called that. He rolled his eyes slightly, ”Yes, and for obvious reasons, Cornelius is wrong. After all if I truly had an sexual contact with his wife, she would probably be dead.” Abel spoke as he took his drink from the waitress who handed it off to him.

He took a sip from it as he watched Miguel. Abel wasn’t surprised that Miguel wanted to know why he was so interested in Kieran’s sex life. He knew that talking to Miguel about Kieran was probably not the smartest thing but he didn’t want to see Kieran get hurt. ”Why, because Kieran doesn’t need someone who will hurt him. He needs someone who will accept him and understand him.” Abel spoke watching Miguel as he sat there.

Talking about Kieran he worried. Abel didn’t want to tell Miguel things he needed to know. He sighed softly as he sat there. ”Let me ask you this, do you even know where Kieran is right now?” Abel asked curiously, he knew but wasn’t sure if Miguel knew.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Being interrogated by Abel while not something he wanted, it was almost expected. After all, Kieran had informed him on more than one occasion that the two of them were best friends. It was one of the main factors for his hesitance. He knew that once he put his blade into Abel's heart that would be it. It was as good as breaking up with the man. Something he feared doing but knew would happen if he liked it or not.

Answering his question he was amused at the annoyed reaction. He noted the way Abel rolled his eyes before speaking. "How you treat your sex partners is your business. I'll give you that. But for whatever reason he wants you out. Cornelius won't care if you tell him you prefer c**k." Taking a sip of his drink, he could feel Abel watching him. After setting it back down he figured it time to ask a question of his own. He wasn't expecting an honest answer, but anything would be fine. Putting their occupations aside he couldn't wrap his head around why Abel had it out for him. Was he angry he chose Kieran over him? Or was there something else he wasn't telling him.

Jakob sat back in his seat as Abel seemed to get a bit heated. He scoffed at the accusation that he would intentionally hurt him. "And what makes you so sure that I'm going to hurt him? Hmm? What because of my job or th-the people I associate with? Do you always just assume that the world is out to get him?" he asked, feeling a bit heated himself. In the few weeks they'd been together he had never intentionally hurt Kieran. So why Abel thought he would now was absolutely ludicrous.

Picking up his glass again, Jakob took another sip. He watched the man intently. He could practically see the inner workings of his mind. The way he chose his words in such a delicate yet precise manner. Abel soon sighed before speaking again. This time his question seemed a tad out of place. What did Kieran's location have to do with any of this? Jakob shrugged and set down his glass. "Out of town, given that his car has been here in weeks. Possibly out of the state since he's no longer picking up the phone. Though that might just be a bit of payback." he replied. Jakob didn't really care if Abel knew about his minor disappearance. It was all in the past now anyway.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Of course Cornelius didn’t care if he liked c**k. All he knew was his wife had gone to him and complained about Abel touching her. He had to wonder if she was only hoping to help her husband move in on his territory. It would make sense to him, after all with him gone, Cornelius could move in on him. Abel though wasn’t about to let it happen. He was not going to die by the hands of Miguel. Abel already knew in a hand to hand combat, he would win. However there were always many weapons to choose from.

He found it amusing to listen to Miguel talk about Cornelius. Abel shrugged lightly, ”True, I wonder though what he would do if she was killed instead.” He spoke curiously, though more rhetorical. Abel sipped his drink as he sat there watching Miguel.

As he questioned Miguel, he could see that he was getting annoyed with him. Abel didn’t mind, it would at least give him a chance to see his true side. He preferred an honest and open answer instead of walking around the truth. Abel found Miguel amusing as he sat there. ”No, it’s not because of your job or who you associate with. As for getting hurt, he’s already been hurt.” He spoke as he shifted slightly in his chair.

Questioning Miguel about where Kieran was, it seemed that Kieran had not spoken to him too much, or at all. Abel wasn’t surprised, after all he had barely spoken to him in the last month, but he at least knew where he was. He didn’t know about any payback. After all it wasn’t like Kieran told him about any of his relationships, he usually kept them to himself.

Abel was trying to avoid Miguel knowing too much, but he found it necessary. He didn’t want Miguel to judge Kieran but perhaps understand him a little. ”Kieran’s in St. Louis taking care of his mother’s affairs...Why I don’t know, I wished he would have just let her rot in a pauper’s grave. She deserves nothing better, especially for the way she treated Kieran.” Abel spoke annoying, slightly but with the dead woman not Miguel. He hadn’t seen or heard from her either in the last few years. Abel was glad she was dead, after all he should have killed her himself years ago.