ALPHA AND OMEGA
© Sweet Kisses™
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Kevin opened the door quietly with the key that he had stolen and crept
stealthily into Nick's bedroom with his weapons in hand. He shoved the key into
his back pocket and closed the door as quietly as he had opened it. The room
was dark and the blinds were drawn, and not a single beam of light from the
moon shone through. It was silent, he could hear nothing but silence. His heart
was pounding and his breathing was deep and hoarse, eventuating into deep
stagnant patches. He wasn't scared, and it wasn't from him being nervous. No,
it was from sheer exhilaration for now he was finally going to get revenge.
Retribution was finally going to be his and he was going to make it as painful
as possible.
Just one last time, and then for him it would all be over.
I'm going to do this, and I'm going to do it damn well.
He crept quietly over to the bedroom door. Nick's
bedroom. And the door was closed. Closed tightly.
Kevin raised his eyebrows, for Nick certainly took his advice when he had
warned him. Adrenalin rushed through him at lightning speed as he took hold of
the door handle. His fingers curled around it, and he twisted it slowly and
gently to the right. It twisted only somewhat and Kevin then came to the realisation that Nick had locked it.
Kevin smiled wryly. Well, well, well. Look who's a scaredy cat. Probably needs his Mommy to read him a
bed-time story. Probably sucks his thumb and sleeps with a teddy or a plush
toy, too.
He pulled the blade out of his back pocket, twisted the blade open and
picked at the lock, carefully and as silently as possible. If Nick woke up
right then, his whole plan would be ruined. Slowly but
surely, the lock broke and Kevin twisted the handle once more.
He pushed the door open slightly and peered in through the gap. In the
darkness, all he could see was a mound in the bed that he assumed was Nick
sleeping. He could hear Nick's heavy breathing. He opened the door some more
and carefully stepped inside. He stopped to see if Nick had heard him creeping
in. He hadn't. The French doors in the bedroom had flimsy white curtains that
flapped gently in the night breeze, for Nick left the doors wide open. The
moonlight shone directly onto the bed that was fitted with off-white sheets and
a mountain of pillows. He could still hear Nick's heavy breathing.
Occasionally, Kevin heard him chuff or snort or make some weird
slumbering-induced noise that couldn’t be described.
Kevin moved closer to the bed, slowly and quietly. As he came closer to
it, Nick's blonde hair came into view. He stared down at the sleeping Nick and
became almost hypnotised by his rhythmical breathing
and the sounds that accompanied it. Nick had himself tightly wrapped in a thick
white blanket, like a caterpillar in a cocoon waiting for itself to turn into a
beautiful colourful butterfly. Nick held onto the
pillow he had his head on for dear life, as though it would cost him his life
to let go. He had his legs curled up tightly to his chest and Kevin couldn't
help but think that he resembled a small little boy. But he restrained himself
from feeling emotion. He would refrain from reconsidering. He would not
let his emotions get in the way of what needed to be done, and all it would
take was this one last thing, and he could finally kiss the world goodbye. Forever.
It sounded almost poetic.
Nick's heavy breathing continued and continued to hypnotise
Kevin as Kevin gently lowered himself onto the bed. He thought Nick would stir
from the soft movement that Kevin's weight caused when he sat, but Nick
continued to sleep deeply. Kevin then reached out and touched Nick's cheek.
There were so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to do, and
so many things he didn't want to. But still, there was only one thing on his
mind as he stared down at Nick, who was obviously far away in dreamland.
Kevin’s fingertips gently brushed over the soft tanned skin of Nick's
cheek. "You're beautiful," he whispered. "Did I ever tell you
that? Was I too busy screaming at you? Or was I too busy just screaming?"
The words were left hanging in the air.
Kevin could feel tears pooling in the corner's of his eyes. "Why
did you do that to me, Nick?" he continued in the same whisper, but now the
tone of his voice was helpless. "Do you really hate me that much? Is what
I've ever done to you that bad? Did I ever get two tough guys to beat
you up? No. Did I ever get two tough guys to slice you up with knives? No. And
did I ever get two tough guys to rape you? No. So why, Nick? Why?
Why?"
But there was still no answer.
Kevin sighed despondently and decided to put his plan into action. He
slowly moved closer to Nick, who was curled up in a ball, and gently tugged
away the blanket from his grasp. The blanket slithered down Nick's shoulder's,
down his back and rested on his hips. Kevin let it stay in that position and
carefully turned Nick onto his back from his side, which was the position he
was in. Nick still hadn't woken up, but Kevin didn't find that all unusual, for
usually it would take a brass marching band to wake Nick up.
Nick's eyes were shut and his face was directly in line with Kevin's as
he gingerly crawled on top of Nick and placed his legs on either side of him to
restrain him. Kevin held his breath as he became aware of Nick turning his head
from one side to the other. But his eyes didn't flutter open and he obviously
wasn't conscious of Kevin on top of him. Kevin thought that surely by now Nick
would realise that someone was in his room,
particularly that someone was sitting on him for he'd realise
the weight on top of him. But he didn't.
Kevin leaned down and kissed Nick's forehead softly. "Sorry, but I
have to hurt you now. It's just the way it is," he whispered and pulled
out the knife from his back pocket.
It was encrusted with gold, silver and metal and shone with cleanliness,
even in the dark. It just happened to be one of his prized possessions that he
had, Turkish, nonetheless. He kissed the side of the blade and lowered it down
to Nick's bare chest. The blanket was placed just below his belly-button now
and concealed his legs. But that didn't matter, for Kevin had him suppressed
and constrained. The blade was against Nick's skin and Kevin slowly applied
pressure until, little by little, he saw blood and a rush of satisfaction ran
through him. When he saw the blood, he gently sucked at the incision, his
tongue and lips softly taking care of the seeping blood, and he'd continue this
until Nick woke up. Call it a form of Chinese torture, little tiny cuts
everywhere. Very painful.
While Kevin continued sucking at the piercing, Nick's eyes fluttered
open. "K-Kev-K-Kev-in?" he whispered in a
sleepy state, not really fully aware of what was going on around him, for Kevin
had taken care of that with a tranquilliser in Nick's
drink earlier that evening to make him more compliant. Kevin had been following
Nick around, carefully stalking his prey, unbeknownst to him, of course, all
day and finally, towards the end of the night, he saw Nick’s bottle of water,
unattended, and while no one was around, he carefully mixed in a tranquilliser so he could accomplish his revenge, and that
explained the deep sleeping and slurring words. He shifted with Kevin's weight
and his legs and arms felt dead with fatigue.
"K-Kev-K-Kev-in,
is-s-s th-hat...that you?"
Kevin nodded and looked up into Nick's face, which was heavily concealed
by darkness and held the blade tightly in hand. "Uh-huh, it's me."
Nick sighed and closed his heavy eyes again. "Hmmm...well...what're you...doing here? Can't sleep again? Wanna s-s-sleep with m-m-me? We can..."
Kevin kissed Nick's lips softly. "Shhhh,
Nicky," he whispered and placed the blade down on Nick's skin again and
made yet another cut, deep and more painful this time.
He put his lips to the cut and
carefully suckled on the seeping red blood that flowed out of the incision. His
tongue gently licked over the cut, his lips slowly devoured Nick's blood and it
tasted bittersweet on the tip of his tongue. With the next incision, made just
underneath Nick's nipple, Kevin's tongue flicked over the nipple and he
carefully sucked on it, hoping to get some sort of reaction from Nick, before
licking off the blood that began to seep out and run down his chest in the form
of a little tiny red river.
Nick gasped from the cut, but the gasp soon turned into a soft moan when
he felt Kevin's tongue flicking over his nipple and Kevin's lips slowly sucking
on it. He sighed when Kevin's fingertips stroked his body.
"K-Kev-K-Kev-in?" he asked sleepily,
feeling the coolness of the metal blade on his skin once more. "What're
you.......doing? Don't wanna...s-s-sleep?" He
had a hard time getting his tongue around the words, for the tranquilliser was causing more than just drowsiness and
compliancy. He could hardly even speak properly. "K-Kev-K-Kev-in? Why...can't s-s-sleep?"
"Oh, I can sleep Nicky," Kevin said and placed the blade down
on Nick's skin again. "Just thought I might have some
fun with you."
Nick chuckled. "R-r-rea-lly?
Oh-hhhhh, you wanna -
?"
Kevin silenced him with a kiss and traced Nick's body with the tip of
the blade, the cold metal blade running down his chest. He then made a cut at
Nick's neck, and sucked at the little river of blood that slowly flowed out. He
stopped momentarily when he felt Nick's arms weakly wrapping themselves around
his waist and languidly stroking his back. Then, he continued drinking the
blood, though feeling somewhat Vampirish, and Nick
continued stroking.
They stayed that way for several moments until Kevin felt Nick's hands
tangle in his longish hair. He stopped completely when he heard Nick murmur,
"I'm s-s-sorry, K-K-Kev-vy."
Kevin sat up immediately and stared down at Nick in the darkness. He
could see Nick's eyes close and suddenly, he felt the overwhelming and
uncontrollable urge to swipe Nick directly across his cheek with the blade and
shake him until his eyes fell out so Nick could know the pain that Kevin had
been going through, and had been subjected to. Instead, Kevin simply took hold of
Nick's hands, pulled them up to the bedposts and tied them there tightly with a
rag, the same way that the two men had done to him.
He then lifted himself up off Nick and yanked the blanket away from
underneath him with one hard pull, to reveal a naked Nick under the covers. He
hadn't expected that, and he was slightly stunned by it. He stared down at
Nick's naked body and saw that Nick's eyes were partially closed, even in the
darkness, and Nick was almost overcome by dizziness. Both
from the cuts and from the tranquilliser.
Nick sighed again, a rather breathless sigh. "I'm s-s-sorry, K-K-Kev-vy," he murmured again and wrapped his legs around
Kevin for warmth for the breeze that entered the room was rather cool. "Real sorry, K-K-Kev-vy. Let
me m-m-make it b-b-better."
Kevin responded by stroking the soft skin of Nick's abdomen and made yet
another incision. A deeper one, a more painful one, and he heard Nick whimper
softly. He leaned down and gently licked away the blood. "You can't,"
he whispered and kissed the incision. "You could never make it
better."
Nick moaned and tugged at the restraints that weren't allowing him to
move. "B-b-but wanna,
K-K-Kev-vy. S-s-sorry, K-K-Kevy-vy. Love you."
Kevin sat up again, his mouth opening in disbelief. "What?" he
whispered.
Nick twisted his head from side to side, dizziness overcoming him, both
from the cuts and blood loss and from the drug that he'd taken earlier,
unbeknownst to him, of course. Strictly to make him more compliant,
and Kevin found his stuttering cute. Hell, he probably would've laughed had
this been a funny scenario. But as always, pain and hurt had consumed him too
much to even want to laugh, and Nick sighed again, this time a little louder.
"Love you, K-K-Kev-vy. Love you s-s-soooooo much. D-d-don't wanna
hurt you no m-m-more."
Kevin's lower lip trembled when the words had escaped from Nick's mouth
and finally registered in his mind. Nick loved him. He sighed and placed
the blade on the nightstand. He was weak, he knew that. Sure, he could slam
Nick into a wall and he could punch him when he was angry enough, but he
couldn't do this. Not now. Not after everything Nick had said. Doing this to
Nick made him just as much an asshole as Nick was, trying to hurt someone with
an ancient Chinese torture. That made him no better than Nick.
He was a pitifully weak man, and he simply couldn't do this anymore to
Nick. Not after Nick had said that he was sorry and that he wasn't going to
hurt him anymore. But really, how could Kevin believe him after everything?
This could just be another ploy, another part to his game, anything. But
somewhere, deep down inside his heart, he somehow knew that Nick wasn't lying.
Nick tugged at the restraints again. "Un-t-t-tie
me, p-p-please. Wanna touch you, K-K-Kev-vy. Wanna touch your
b-b-beautiful body. P-p-please."
Kevin raised his eyebrows. "Beautiful?"
"Mmm-hmm," Nick whispered.
"Beautiful. Beautiful, that's m-m-my K-K-Kev-vy.
M-m-mister b-b-body b-b-beautiful," he added and chuckled at his joke.
"You don't know what you're saying," Kevin objected softly.
"Yes, I d-d-do. You are beautiful. K-K-Kev-vy beautiful." Nick
paused. "P-p-please un-t-t-tie me. P-p-please. Cuts h-h-hurt. B-b-bad."
Kevin debated over this for several moments. What's the worst thing that
Nick could do in his drugged out state? All it would take was one punch and
Nick would be out cold. No, Nick couldn't do very much damage to him at all in
the condition that he was in. So Kevin reached out and gingerly untied the rag
from Nick's wrists and placed it on the nightstand before laying Nick's arms
down by the side of him.
"Better?"
"Uh-huh," Nick murmured groggily and then lifted his arms off
the bed and put his hands on Kevin's chest.
With laboured and languid movements, his
fingertips brushed over Kevin's skin, and it sent electric shockwaves through
Kevin's body. Everything was silent around them and Kevin looked down to see
Nick's fingertips exploring his body like
Nick sighed. "Love you, K-K-Kev-vy. S-s-stay. P-p-please? Wanna love you and k-k-kiss you and h-h-hold you forever. P-p-please?"
Kevin held Nick's hands in his own. "Why? You don't love me. You
hurt me."
"Love you. I do." Nick then slowly tried to sit up, but
because of his groggy and dizzy state, he felt back down onto the pillows and
his body sunk into the mattress.
Kevin took him by the arms and gently pulled him up towards him. The
curtains gently moved in the cool breeze and Nick shivered slightly. Kevin
pulled him closer to him. Nick moved into Kevin's lap and snuggled into him,
feeling completely content and comfortable with Kevin's arms around him. Nick
placed his arms around Kevin's neck and his legs around Kevin's back to stabilise him.
"K-K-Kev-vy,
s-s-stay. Wanna make you feel g-g-good. Wanna
make you h-h-happy. Wanna hear you say you l-l-love
m-m-me. Wanna hear you call m-m-me Nicky. Wanna s-s-sleep in y-y-your arms. Wanna
l-l-listen to your h-h-heartb-b-beat. Wanna l-l-love you forever and ever. P-p-please?"
Kevin's lower lip trembled again from Nick's words and he hadn't even realised that he was slowly running his hands over Nick's
back. He then placed three tiny kisses on Nick's shoulder. While he was doing
this, he could feel a tiny tear trickling down his cheek. Nick placed his index
finger under Kevin's chin and raised Kevin's face to his own.
"C-c-crying? W-w-why, K-K-Kev-vy? S-s-sad?" All
Kevin could do was nod, a tiny lump had formed in his throat from Nick's
slurred words, and all he could do was nod. Nick let out a soft sympathetic
sound and kissed Kevin gently on the lips. "P-p-poor
K-K-Kev-vy. Nicky m-m-make
it b-b-better."
Kevin let out a strangled sob and buried his head in Nick's shoulder.
"God…I…I don't want to…but…"
Nick stroked Kevin's hair and crooned soft words into his ear. "Shhhh, K-K-Kev-vy,
shhhhh. Nicky m-m-make you
b-b-better."
"But you can't!" Kevin cried softly.
Nick chuckled and continued patting his hair in an effort to console
him. "Yes, I c-c-can. Wanna
know h-h-how?"
Kevin sniffed and lifted his head off Nick's shoulder. "How?"
Nick kissed the tears away gently and placed his hand on Kevin's cheek.
"This," he whispered and carefully placed his lips down on Kevin's.
Nick started by capturing Kevin's bottom lip with both of his and
carefully but surely placed his top lip on Kevin's and gently kissed them. He
felt Kevin's lips slowly responding, and Nick began to kiss him more eagerly,
to coerce him to react. Just as he demanded, Kevin quickly reacted and soon
they had their fingers tangled in each other's hair and their tongues danced
against each other in a slow and soulful dance. They both let out a moan
simultaneously through the kiss and Nick laid Kevin down onto the bed on his
back. He crawled on top of Kevin, continuing to kiss him, and Kevin wrapped his
arms around Nick's waist. Soon, Nick moved down to Kevin's neck and placed tiny
kisses on the hollowness of his throat.
A tiny sigh escaped from Kevin's
lips. "Nicky......" he whispered.
"Yes?" Nick whispered back and tugged at Kevin's shirt. He
watched with wide eyes as Kevin pulled it off and threw it to the floor. His
fingertips lightly grazed Kevin's chest. "See? K-K-Kev-vy
is beautiful."
"Nick?"
"W-w-what?"
"Don't hurt me anymore," Kevin pleaded.
"W-w-wont," Nick murmured and placed several kisses on Kevin's
chest. "P-p-promise."
Kevin closed his eyes and let himself drift away and allowed his body to
be consoled by Nick's kisses. When he'd been without Nick's kisses for long
enough, he grabbed Nick's arms and pulled him back up towards him and their
lips met in a deep kiss. "I love you, Nicky," Kevin whispered and
began kissing him again. All they did was kiss, their bodies pressed against
each other, their hands entwined. They continued doing this for some time, and
nothing was stopping them from doing so. They both reveled in the feeling of
holding each other and kissing each other and being part of each other, it was
just like a dream.
Nick abruptly pulled away, yawned, and finally passed-out from the drug,
his head on the place of Kevin's heart. Kevin frowned. "Nick?" he
whispered. No answer. He gave him a light nudge. "Nick."
All he could hear was deep breathing again.
Kevin sighed, placed Nick's head on a pillow, got up and dressed
quickly. He grabbed the knife and rag off the nightstand, picked the blanket up
off the carpet and placed it carefully over Nick’s body before he leaned down
to kiss Nick softly. "Sweet dreams, Nicky," he whispered and walked
out. When he closed the door, he leaned against it and sighed again, but a sad
sigh, his mind reeling at what he had just done.
Kissing Nick, holding Nick and easily succumbing to Nick's slurred but
sweet words. A tear trickled down his cheek when he realized that even that
wasn't enough to save him.
Not enough by far.
~**~