Dangerous Minds

© Sweet Kisses™

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Nick tightly clutched Kevin's shirt to his chest and breathed in the scent it held. A tear formed in his eyes. He wanted Kevin with him. He wanted Kevin laying down next to him. He wanted Kevin's arms around him to keep him safe and protected. He wanted to feel Kevin's warm breath breathing down the back of his neck. He wanted Kevin's deep voice and sweet words to soothe him. He wanted Kevin's kisses to quiet him when he cried. He wanted to love Kevin, plain and simple and in more ways than one.

His army knife was nowhere to be found.

He rolled over and stared at Kevin's bed. He didn't want to see Kevin being taken away like he had. He didn't want to see Kevin being injected with needles. He didn't want to see Kevin being hurt by the psychotic bitch who wore a doctor's tag as a cover. He didn't want Kevin to be locked up and kept away from him, when he was so greatly needed in the same bed with him, with his arms around him and Kevin soothing him with a soft kiss.

A tear trickled down his cheek and Nick held Kevin's shirt closer to his nose, to breathe in his scent deeper. "I miss you, Kevin," he whispered. "I miss you so much."

Nick wondered exactly what Kevin was doing. What he was thinking. Where he was. And if he was in pain. If he was hurting. If he needed him. If he wanted him still in same way that Nick wanted him. Though they had only been together just one time, Nick knew that he wanted so much more. So much, much more. So much so that he almost wanted to be a part of Kevin, if it meant that he could be with him of every minute of every day. He'd go that far to prove just how much he needed Kevin, as though sex wasn't enough for him. Though he knew that Kevin had given him everything he wanted and desired, he wanted more.

He wanted love.

Real love.

And he was quite sure that Kevin was just the person to give it to him.

Nick sniffed and still held Kevin's shirt tightly to his chest. "I miss you, Kevin," he whispered again. "I miss you and I love you and I want you and I need you. I'm crying for you, Kevin. Are you happy? I'm crying for you!"

Suddenly, he heard the music from the next room starting up. Rather loudly. Nick sat up quickly. "What the fuck...?"

"BRIAN!" came A.J's loud voice. "Shut the fuck up!"

"Please! No more! I want sleep!" Howie yelled. "Brian, calm down or else I'll kick your ass!"

Then, what he heard next startled him. He heard Brian squeal, a thump against the wall, Howie and A.J's laughter, and then the music stopping.

Nick laid down with a sigh, still holding the shirt.

~**~

"I need a drink! I need a drink! I need a drink, hey hey hey hey!" A.J sang to himself as he made his way into the breakfast room and found Dr Sheffield and the remaining three others sitting there in complete silence.

"Mr McLean," the doctor said in a low and commanding tone, "I suggest you make a mental note never to approach any of us drunk ever again."

A.J clapped his hand over his mouth to stop himself from pissing with laughter. "Sorry," he said, but it came out muffled.

Brian sighed and looked towards the ceiling. "God, forgive A.J for he knows not what he does!"

"Fuck off I don't!" A.J contested strongly.

"Mr McLean - "

"Oopsies!"

Howie rolled his eyes. "Damn, I wish I was back in bed!"

"Yeah, take the porn to keep you company," Nick suggested with a sardonic smile.

"Fuck you!" Howie exclaimed.

"Gentlemen!" barked the doctor loudly with the two men in white coats who had taken Kevin away standing right behind her. They were all quiet instantly. "Now, like I said yesterday, today will be the first day in which you will all be separated. And not just during the day. You will all be separated permanently from here on out."

Nick lowered his head. "That's so unfair," he whispered, his mind going to back to the night before and how he hadn't slept a single minute. Where was Kevin? And why wasn't he back?

Brian crossed his heart and looked to the ceiling. "Dear God, heavenly father, I ask for you kindness and - "

"Brian, just shut up for once in your life!" A.J exclaimed, his head in severe pain from the bingeing session the night before in the bathroom.

"Thank you, Mr McLean, but I'm sure I can manage keep you gentlemen in line."

"She sure can keep me in line," Howie replied with a devilish smile and a trademark wink in the doctor's direction.

A.J hit him. "You shut up, too!"

"They sure don't call ya a raging alcoholic for nothin', do they?" Howie countered.

"And what the hell are you, a saint?" A.J yelled.

"Dear God, heavenly father, I ask for you kindness and - "

A.J began a chant. "I want to kill everyone...!"

Nick shook his head as the doctor stood up with her hands on her hips. "Gentlemen, control yourselves!"

"Stupid bitch," A.J murmured and rubbed his head.

Nick narrowed his eyes in her direction. "Where's Kevin?" he asked firmly. "And why isn't he here?"

Howie nudged A.J just as the doctor turned her ice-blue eyes on Nick. "He's somewhere where he can think about his behaviour, his outbursts and the outcomes of all of these. He's in safe hands."

"Bullshit," Nick said to himself.

"Mr Carter," Dr Sheffield announced, "I believe your first session is today. I trust that you're not out of sorts, or else you may end up like Mr Richardson."

And would that be such a bad thing?

"Gentlemen, retreat to your rooms and I'll be seeing you soon. Out!"

~***~

"All right, fellas, let's keep this short and sweet," A.J said quickly. "We've got about three seconds before the doc'll come preaching her bullshit, so let's make a decision now about meeting times."

"We can't!" Nick exclaimed. "She's locking us up all the time! We'll never see each other! And Kevin...!"

"It's all right," Brian said in a soft voice. "God will take care of him."

A.J patted Nick's back. "Let's hope you're right. So, when should we do all this if we can't see each other?"

"When do we get to see each other?" Howie asked. "I was thinking, that if she was with us the whole time, we could start talking in code or something."

Nick rolled his eyes. "Nice work, nympho."

"Better than yours!"

"Look," A.J interrupted, "we have about an hour between breakfast and lock up every day. We'll meet at the Chapel as usual and go from there."

Brian sighed. "The Chapel. At last."

"So anyway, we'll meet there from now on. Deal?" A.J asked.

Nick nodded. "Yeah, but what do we do until tomorrow?"

"Keep it low, I say," Howie said. "Play her game. Yes."

A.J smacked Howie's head. "What he meant to say was that we all have to play along. Whatever she does, we go along with it. Make it seem as though we want to be here, which is total bullshit, I know. Okay?"

"All right," Nick conceded.

"Fine by me," Howie said with a gleam in his eyes.

"Brian?" A.J asked.

"Praise the lord, right?" Nick joked.

"So cruel," Brian whispered and walked off.

They all laughed.

~****~

The Mr Richardson and Mr Carter Connection".

She sat down and sighed, twirling her pen absently. She hadn't wanted to do what she had to Mr Richardson. But what choice did she have? They weren't doing what she asked, they weren't helping her. They weren't even helping themselves, and that was what pissed her off the most.

But, she was extremely intrigued with how "The Mr Richardson and Mr Carter Connection" was developing right before her very eyes. She hadn't wanted to have them on surveillance so she could get a little bit of information about them. She wanted it from their own mouths, because they wanted to help themselves.

She sighed again, and began to play the tape.

"Would you do anything to keep me happy?" she heard Nick asked Kevin bravely and she held her breath for the answer, still holding the pen in her hand, but now tapping it quickly against the desk.

Kevin's answer was barely audible, his voice was too soft, but what she did hear, and see, was Nick jumping up and crying, "You said you'd kiss me, but you haven't. You let me sleep in your bed, you always have your arms around me, but you won't let me sleep with you. Why? Why?"

Dr Sheffield began to scribble quickly, her heart racing and her mind ticking at a million miles an hour. "Issue: Mr Carter pleading for intimacy with Mr Richardson. Mr Richardson: unsure. So far."

She still watched. And she gasped suddenly when she heard Kevin saying, "If I just kiss you, right now, would that make it better?"

"Oh...god..." Her hand flew up to cover her mouth and she tried to calm herself by scribbling away. "Issue: Mr Richardson now responding to Mr Carter's requests of intimacy."

The doctor watched with wide blue eyes as Kevin pulled Nick closer and they began to kiss. Slowly at first, before shifting into a long and devouring kiss where they both had their fingers tangled in each other's hair, both gasping for breath, and both tugging at each other's shirts.

"Oh...god..." she murmured.

"Do you still want to...?" she watched Kevin asked Nick when he pulled away.

"Yeah, I do. Very much."

She sat there in complete shock as she stared at the two men quickly stripping each other and falling onto the bed, never breaking the kiss for a moment. She closed her eyes to stop herself from watching, but she could still hear it. Their voices, their moans, their cries for each other and wanting more...

Finally, the Doctor jumped up and stopped the tape, throwing the pen down onto the desk. "This has to stop!"

~*****~

Nick walked into the living room where he found Doctor Sheffield waiting for him. She glanced at her watch. "Your punctuality leaves little to be desired."

Fighting back a bitter "fuck you, bitch!", he slowly sat down. "Yeah, sorry."

"Well, let's commence," she said and glanced at her clipboard for a few moments. "Mr Carter, you said that you like playing with knives and hurting yourself. Can you tell me why?"

Nick shrugged. "I don't know. It just feels good."

She nodded. "I see." Then, her eyes came across Kevin's name on her notebook. "Tell me, Mr Carter, are you closer with some of these gentlemen than you are with others?"

Nick looked away. "Well, I used to be close to Brian, but he's gone loopy. A.J I'm pretty close with and Kevin, well. Kevin..."

"Yes? And Mr Richardson?"

Nick shook his head. "Nothing. We're not close."

Dr Sheffield sat forward. "You know, Mr Carter, that you can tell me anything you want. Anything you need to tell anybody, I'm here and I can promise you that it will remain in strictest of confidence."

"There's nothing to tell," Nick replied bitterly.

She sighed. "Mr Carter, I don't see why you're not helping yourself. I'm trying my hardest here to rehabilitate you gentlemen, but you don't seem willing. Why is that?"

Nick jumped up suddenly. "Why is it that you keep us locked up like wild animals? Why is that you drug us? And where is Kevin? Where is he? I want to know, and I want to know right fucking now!" He began to circle the living room. "Kevin! Kevin! Where are you?!"

She stood up. "Mr Carter, you will control yourself in my presence," she ordered and stared into his eyes. "What is your obsession with Mr Richardson? I see the way you look at him. You look at him differently from the others. Why is that? I see it and I do believe that you seem to be in - "

"Fuck you!" Nick cried and ran out of the room.

~******~

Diary,

Am I a total reject? Will I ever get out of this place? Will I ever succeed in trying to rid myself of this thing that plagues me? I need out! And I want out now! Christ! I want to move out of the place. Move out of society, move out of the planet.

I need a drink. That's what I need. No, that's what you need.

A nice long drink and good screw up against a wall.

Huh? Am I Howie the pornstar?

No!

You need a drink and some sex. That's what you need. A girl. And some liquor. Sweet, sweet liquor.

Or maybe you need to cry. Cry your eyes out when no one's watching. Maybe that would make you human again. At least then you might be able to control your emotions for once in your fucking life, you raging alcoholic.

I need blood. I need a father figure.

And there lies the problem.

The raging alcoholic has officially checked-out.

~*******~

Kevin stumbled back down the hallway in the west wing, back to his bedroom and back to where he could find some peace and quiet. And, a good night's sleep. His head was killing him from the tranquiliser he'd been given and he remembered that when the needle plunged into his neck, it hurt. Oh, it hurt. And he wanted this hurt to stop. Now.

He opened the door quietly and slunk into the room in the darkness, moving quietly over to his bed. But, he decided that he didn't want to be alone. He sat up and and went over to where Nick was sleeping and slowly sat down on the bed. Nick didn't stir, so Kevin leaned down and kissed him softly.

Nick turned over and his blue eyes fluttered open. "Wha...?"

Kevin smiled and patted Nick's cheek softly. "It's me, I'm back."

Nick gasped and sat up quickly, blinking in the darkness to see Kevin's silhouette. "Kevin!" he cried and threw his arms around him. He missed him so much, though it hadn't been that long, and he'd been so worried that everything he felt came out in the form of millions of tiny kisses from him on Kevin's face.

"Hey, come on," Kevin said quietly, secretly wanting to cry, and took Nick's arms away. "I'm here, and I'm all right." He looked at Nick closer. "What about you?"

Nick sighed despondently and leaned against Kevin, who then wrapped his arms around Nick comfortingly. "I missed you so much and I was so worried. I cried for you, Kevin."

I cried for you too, Kevin thought. "It's okay, you don't have to be afraid anymore now that I'm here."

Nick stared at him closely, wondering if what he was saying was for real. "Are you serious?"

"Hey, I never say anything that I don't mean."

A single tear ran down Nick's cheek at the thought of Kevin being hurt, and at the thought of Kevin needing him and wanting him. But, he needed to calm down now. Kevin was back, and that was all he needed. So, like the impulsive blonde that he was, he took Kevin by the shoulders and kissed him as though he had been without for a long, long time. He felt a rush of satisfaction run through him when his tongue touched Kevin's, and he smiled through the kiss at the sound of Kevin's soft moan.

Kevin pulled back, completely surprised and breathless. "Nick."

Nick pulled Kevin closer and placed a few small kisses on the hollowness of Kevin's throat, and Kevin reacted by giving him a strangled moan and his arms around Nick's neck. "I missed you, Kevin," Nick murmured between kisses, "I missed you and I love you." He then pulled back and stared into Kevin's green eyes and placed his hand on his cheek. "Let me love you, Kevin."

Kevin deliberated for a moment, then he took Nick by complete surprise by laying back against the pillows and slowly began to unbutton his shirt. "Go ahead, Nick," he murmured, his green eyes gleaming in the darkness.

Nick's eyes widened at the sight of Kevin's bare chest and his heart began to race at the sight of him, ready and willing. Nick took a deep breath and gently placed his legs on either side of Kevin to restrain him. He leaned down and ran his hands across Kevin's chest before kissing him softly with his blue eyes also gleaming.

"You're mine, Kevy," he whispered.

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