⎾ MOROSIS ⏌

[xDarkWinterx]

Abel had to wonder how much longer Miguel could last. He didn't mind Miguel's attitude. Abel could put up with it but only for so long. He cracked his hand across Miguel's a** again. Abel listened as Miguel hissed. He found it amusing as he spoke back toward him. It was tempting just to tease him further. Abel slipped his hand from Miguel's neck to his hair. His fingers threaded through it and pulled his head back. "Oh just try me, see what happens." Abel responded harshly in Miguel's ear. His fingers brushed down between Miguel's cheeks again. Abel rubbed his hole again as he stood behind him. "Makes me wonder how Kieran puts up with you but then again you seemed just fine moaning your head off in his room a couple weeks ago." He spoke teasing Miguel as the pushed a finger lightly at his opening.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

He knew he wasn't very good at controlling himself. But he would be damned before he gave into the b*****d. Pain blossomed over his a** once more as the man's hand came down. In turn he cursed him out once more. He threats were getting him nowhere and it was obvious how they both knew it. Jakob soon felt the man release his neck, his hand traveling up to his hair and weaving between his damp curls. Jakob whimpered as the man gripped his hair and pulled him back. Jakob had always been somewhat tender headed. He didn't like most people touching his hair. But pulling it like this was just plain torture. "Damn it let go!" he cried.

Jakob clawed at the man's fingers and tried his best to loosen them. It did little good. Behind him, he felt the man reach down once with his free hand once more. His fingers pushed between his cheeks and rubbed against his hole. Abel continued to speak, his words more taunting than the last. Jakob felt his cheeks start to heat up as he spoke about his time with Kieran. His jaw stiffened as the man's finger pushed inside him. Although his muscles were still loose from having sex, it was uncomfortable. Jakob had seen to cleaning himself out thoroughly thus leaving no traces of lube behind. "I should have known you were spying on us. ******** creep." he snarled. He would say nothing of his relationship with Kieran. It was none of Abel's damn business what they did. They were two consenting adults and if Kieran wanted to date him that was his business.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Pulling on Miguel's hair, he listened to him cry out. Abel felt his hand being clawed at. He released his hair but kept his hand back on his neck. Abel was no longer interested in toying with Miguel. It was almost like kicking a puppy, there was no pleasure in it and it was pathetic.

As he pushed his finger inside Miguel, Abel felt him tense up. He listened as Miguel accused him of spying. Abel rolled his eyes as he withdrew his finger. "Spying as if, this is my ******** house. If you didn't want to be seen or heard then you shouldn't have come over… But obviously I know why he kept disappearing at all hours of the night… It made sense, he's being distracted by you. Which I don't understand." He spoke releasing Miguel entirely. Abel no longer wanted to play with Miguel anymore. He knew if he did he was likely to break him.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Having his hair pulled was an absolute no-no. Jakob had some kinks but hair pulling was not one of them. As Abel pulled he tried his best to get free. The man had an iron grip. Jakob whimpered softly and just as quickly as he was grabbed he was released. He didn't know why nor did he ask. He also would not show any thanks.

The finger shoved inside him felt uncomfortable, he wasn't used to being fingered dry nor did he ever want to become accustomed to such a thing. Jakob soon spoke again, accusing him of spying on them. It was a petty accusation, but in the moment felt relevant enough to throw out there. Behind him Abel was quick a moment. When the man spoke again, his words were harsh and he spoke of noticing his friends' disappearance. Still, he saw no reason to explain why or how both he and Kieran had come to be together. If Kieran wanted to tell it, that was his business. But he was convinced that Abel would never understand. He would first need to learn to feel something in that dead heart of his before he could try to understand them.

As the man finished speaking, he was then released altogether. Jakob gripped at the counter to keep his balance. He didn't spare Abel any glances or glares. Instead he pulled up his boxers and walked out of the kitchen. Heading upstairs, he went into Kieran's room and shut the door behind him. Jakob picked up his phone from the nightstand and pulled up his messages. Tapping Kieran's name, he sent yet another message he knew would go unread. When are you coming home? I miss you. Setting the device aside, he then crawled up on the bed and laid on his side staring at the empty sheets.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Speaking to Miguel, Abel wasn't surprised by his silence. He stepped back from him watching as Miguel pulled his boxers back on. There was no need for him to keep punishing him after all it wasn't going anywhere except annoying each other. He watched as Miguel left the kitchen and went upstairs. Abel didn't have to guess where. He grabbed his bottle of whiskey taking a sip from the bottle. Abel walked back to the living room to wait for their food.

-------Keiran-------

It was getting late as Kieran lay in his hotel room flipping through the television channels. He would be going home in a couple days. All he had left was the memorial service for his mother. The sound of his phone going off alerted him off another text. Kieran grabbed his phone seeing it was from Miguel. He hadn't been trying to ignore Miguel but he was trying to deal with his mother's death by himself. Kieran would even let Abel help. He read the text smiling lightly, knowing he was probably keeping Miguel concerned about him just as he had been. Kieran had been wanting to talk to Miguel but preferred face to face not text. I'll be home in a couple days. I miss you too. He texted back setting his phone down beside him.

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It wasn't long before knocking alerted him off the delivery was here. Abel got up from the couch grabbing his wallet. He opened the door, taking the food order and paying for it. After a quick tip, Abel shut the door behind him. He locked it heading into the kitchen with the food. Abel didn't know if Miguel would come back downstairs to eat but he wasn't going to make him. He set the food down and went up stairs. Abel knocked on Kieran's door, " Foods here." Abel spoke plainly before heading back down the stairs to the kitchen.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Pulling up his boxers he then walked out of the kitchen and away from Abel. He feared if he stayed in that room any longer there really would be some blood shed between them. He quickly made his way upstairs and into Kieran's bedroom. There he shut the door behind him and moved to pick up his phone. Sending the man a quick text, he laid on his bed. He could still vaguely smell his cologne and natural musk. It made him miss him even more. Jakob stared at the empty space, how he longed to be held by the man.

Before he could allow himself to wallow too much his phone buzzed behind him. He hadn't been expecting any messages. Hell the last time he heard from Kieran was nearly three weeks ago. He hadn't even been the sure the man was getting his messages and now...after all this time. Rolling back over, Jakob picked up his phone and swiped his thumb across the screen. What Kieran wrote provided him little comfort. He hated seeing that Abel had been telling the truth. Well whatever you're doing hurry up. I wanna see your stupid face! he wrote back.

Hitting the send button there a light tapping on the door. What the hell did Abel want now he wondered. He was tempted to tell him to ******** off but instead kept it to himself. Behind the door he heard the man speak. In the heat of everything he had forgotten that he ordered food. Jakob glanced down at his phone once more then set it back on the nightstand. Slipping down from the bed, he crossed the room, opened the door, and went downstairs. The house was quiet and he could only guess that meant Abel was angry as well. Jakob didn't want to start another fight so he kept his mouth shut.

Padding into the kitchen his stomach grumbled at the smell of the Chinese food. He hadn't really noticed just how hungry he was. The containers were sitting next to one another on the counter with two round ones on the side. One he could tell was the sauce for the sweet and sour chicken. The other he assumed was his soup. There were also two fortune cookies and two sets of plastic utensils. If he wanted to be a heathen he would have gladly taken the utensils and eaten straight from the box. But seeing as they were sharing, he thought it best to try to find out where the plates and normal utensils were located.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Kieran knew that he hadn’t had much contact with Miguel. He wasn’t doing this to punish him. Kieran was merely trying to process everything by himself. He hadn’t even let Abel help him. Kieran didn’t want Miguel to help him. He didn’t want to have to answer questions, that he didn’t want to answer. Kieran worried if he ever told Miguel about his childhood, then he would probably think of him in disgust. He had never told anyone, the only people who knew were now dead or either willing to keep a secret.

Lying there, Kieran received another text. He grabbed his phone seeing it was from Miguel again. Kieran smiled lightly as he lay there in his hotel room. He wished Miguel was here, at least then he’d be able to have some sort of comfort. Well I’ll be home soon, then I can kiss you all over. He texted, wishing that he could leave. Tomorrow was his mother’s memorial service, and then he could head home; maybe early even.



After knocking on the door to Kieran’s room, Abel went back downstairs. He entered the kitchen, as he set out the food. It wasn’t long before he was joined by Miguel, whom he could sense was still mad at him. Abel didn’t mind after all it was easier to just be silent than to argue again. Boxes of food was set on the counter. He moved to grab plates and spoons for the boxes. Abel handed off a plate to Miguel, as he moved to grab the silver from the drawer nearing the sink. He waited for Miguel to grab his own food, but he would move onto his own.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Lucky for Kieran most of his questions had been squandered thanks to the likes of his supposed best friend. But unlucky for him he now knew the horrible truth about his past. Abel had explained it in such a way that he wasn't even sure it would be okay to let him know that he knew. A part of him wondered how exactly Kieran might react to his knowing. Would he be angry at him and accuse him of prying? Or would he just ignore the fact? He supposed he could act dumb and wait for Kieran to bring up the subject. Then again, maybe it was better not to mention anything at all.

After sending his text Jakob headed down into the kitchen. He didn't see the message he would receive but in the back of his head hoped that the man would reply. He also hoped that his return wouldn't be so long. If he could he wanted him back as soon as tomorrow. Unrealistic as it was he could still dream.

Stepping up to the counter he saw the food laid out and waiting. As he didn't know where anything was he didn't rush to get into any of the boxes. Instead, he watched as Abel walked over to a nearby cabinet and pulled out two plates as well as spoons. Jakob took the plate that was handed to him and moved around the counter. Flipping back one of the lids he scooped some rice on to his plate, not taking too much but also not enough to leave him starving. He then opened the other box taking a few pieces of chicken, leaving all the sauce for Abel. Once he got his fill he took his plate as well as his soup and went to sit on the other side of the kitchen.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Handing off the plate to Miguel, Abel waited. He was in no hurry to get his food. Abel stood watching as Miguel went about gathering his food, putting it on his plate. Once Miguel was finished, he took what was left over of the rice and chicken, and portioned it on his plate. He set his plate down, as he grabbed a cup from the cabinet. Abel poured himself from the tea the fridge. He didn’t know what Miguel would want, so he grabbed a bottle of water. Abel handed it off to Miguel, before taking his plate and cup to the dining room. He wasn’t sure if Miguel would join him. Miguel was more than welcome to pout in the kitchen by himself. Abel took a seat at the table, as he set his plate and cup down. He went about started on his food, as he sat there.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Jakob paid Abel little mind as he went about gathering his food. He could feel the man's eyes watching him so he was sure not to take too much of his precious food. He didn't want to be accused of being greedy on top of being a brat. Once his plate was full, he started around the counter. Behind him he heard the fridge open and close as Abel took something out of it. He ignored the bottle of water that was given to him. Instead he walked towards the other side of the kitchen, away from the man. Jakob busied himself with settling his things while Abel finished making his plate. As the man left he childishly stuck his tongue out in his direction.

Sitting down he began to eat. The kitchen was large, open, and above all quiet. He told himself that he didn't need Abel's company. He fine eating alone. Stubbornly he shoved spoonfuls of rice into his mouth and chewed noisily. Jakob took a few more bites, soon getting up to fetch the bottle of water. It wouldn't have been his first choice but at least it was something. Twisting open the bottle he gulped down half of the liquid.

Wiping his mouth with back of his hand he replaced the top and gather stood again. Gathering his things Jakob walked out of the kitchen and looked up and down the hall. He wasn't entirely sure with the layout of the house but knew it wasn't big enough to get lost in. He took the hall he had seen Abel walking down and happened across the dining room. There the man sat all by his lonesome. Without saying anything, Jakob chose a seat at the other side of the table. He carefully set down his plate as well as the water and his soup before taking a seat. He didn't look in Abel's direction as he then began to eat.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

If Miguel wanted something besides water, he was more than welcome to get it himself. Abel was not about to cater to his every need. He was being civil by keeping his mouth shut. Abel wasn’t bothered by Miguel being a brat. He didn’t have to feed him, yet he was. Abel could have likely kicked him out of his, but he didn’t. He was growing tired of tolerating Miguel’s behavior. Abel didn’t see how Kieran put up with it. Then again, Miguel was similar to him, causing them to both bump heads.

It wasn’t long before Miguel joined him in the dining room. Abel glanced up from his food, to see he was still being stubborn, but not enough to keep away. He continued to eat his food in silence. Abel saw no reason to speak to Miguel, unless spoken it. It was better to just be quiet, after all he didn’t want to fight at the moment. If he did, it was likely to end up with his fists, not his mouth.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

He expected nothing of Abel. The fact that he had at least done this much for him was surprising. Not only that he didn't want him to cater to his every need. Even if he did he doubted he would be satisfied. He wasn't the person he wanted to be with most. He was nothing more than a mere substitute. Once Kieran was home he planned on putting this whole affair behind him. As for their attitudes, Abel was right on one thing. Whether he wanted to admit it or not they were alike. It was likely a reason why Kieran was able to handle him so easily. Well that and a few other reasons. Abel didn't need to know of those methods. It wasn't as though he were planning to stay forever.

Jakob was quiet as he entered the dining room. He didn't speak or even look in the man's direction. Still he knew he was being watched. Pulling back his chair, Jakob ate in silence. He knew better than to speak this time. He didn't want to be punished again or worse. After taking a sip of water, he continued to eat. The food was good and with each bite he felt a little better despite everything that had happened. That wasn't to say he would forgive Abel, just not be as much of an a** when he would take his dishes later. With his head still lowered, Jakob opened the soup container and took a small sniff. The broth was warm and smelled delicious. Dipping his spoon into the container, he filled it with a bit of broth and cabbage. A small smile spread across his lips he tasted the soup. It was just as good as it smelled.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Silence he was used to, yet broding was just annoying. Abel knew Miguel had been lonely when he had offered to take him home. He had been as well, but he wondered if it was a bad idea. Abel was half tempted to kick him out, yet what good would it do him. After all Miguel would only find another way in. He didn’t exactly have bars on the windows. Abel continued eating his food, he watched Miguel in silence. There wasn’t a whole lot he could say. He had the feeling he was almost afraid of him in a way. It wasn’t his attention, but maybe that was a good thing.

Abel continued to eat, in no big rush. He watched as Miguel soon moved onto his soup. Abel saw no reason not to stare at Miguel. He wasn’t doing much wrong, as he sat there eating. Abel watched as Miguel opened his container of soup. He had never been too fond of such things. Abel munched on his own food, as Miguel seemed to be enjoying his soup. He grabbed his tea taking a sip as he sat there.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Indeed he was lonely. Outside of Kieran he didn't have too many people he liked to spend time with. Most of his family were back home in their respective countries, he didn't really keep friends, and he certainly wasn't close to anyone he worked with. Out of all the people he knew, he was the closest to Kieran. These past two months had been hard for him. He wanted more than just a text message or two. He wanted to hug him and sleep beside him. He missed his warmth, his teasing nature, and gentle embrace. He knew these circumstances couldn't be helped. It wasn't as though Kieran was purposely avoiding him. Still, he pined for him.

Jakob continued to eat his food in silence. He could feel Abel watching him closely, but said nothing about it. The man said it himself, this was his house. He could do whatever he pleased. He didn't mind the silence between them. After such an outburst, what else could they say? If anything, they seemed to have both gotten some frustrations out of their system. That's what he was telling himself at least. Deep down he was pretty sure Abel hated him, and who could blame him.

Moving on to his soup, he took a small spoonful finding it to be quite delicious. With each bite Jakob felt a little better. Not great, but not as pissy. Dipping his spoon into the container again he fished out more cabbage as well as a fat dumpling. Slurping up the broth he popped the dumpling into his mouth as continued to eat. Still feeling the man's eyes upon him, he glanced his way. "Do you want some?" he asked after swallowing, moving the soup container a little closer towards the man.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Abel didn't hate Miguel, he saw no reason to. He merely wasn't used to someone who could hold their own. Abel usually dealt with people who just cowed down and gave into him. He knew he said spoiled at times dealing with Miguel was new to him. Abel wasn't sure if he liked it or hated it.

Sitting there he wasn't eating his food much. Abel was merely picking at it. He watched Miguel as he seemed to be enjoying himself. Abel found it amusing but kept his face neutral. He continued to move his food around his plate, putting his food in his mouth as he ate. It wasn't long before Miguel seemed to get tired of him staring. Abel shook his head, "No, I'm good thanks " He spoke plainly.

Shifting in his seat, Abel stood grabbing his plate and cup. He left the dining table heading toward the kitchen. Abel walked into the kitchen dumping his uneaten food in the trash. He set his cup and plate in the sink. Abel left the kitchen heading back upstairs to his bedroom. He wasn't interested much more in eating. Abel had been hungry before but he lost his appetite.