Disclaimer: Do not own any of the BTR boys or company.
Pairings: Kogan
Warnings: boy x boy/Language/Violent Situations/Questionable Ethical Actions
Note:
I'm really very sorry for falling off the face of the earth recently. My excuses are pretty much the same as usual (school and work) with the occasional "WTF I really don't want to do this I'd much rather write instead but please don't arrest me" situations. But now that that stuff is out of the way, expect loads of updates. Like, loads. So many updates you guys are going to get sick of my stuff, I swear! But thank you so much for your reviews and support. I love that you all love this universe and what I've done with it, and I'm more than happy to give you more. I'll have more about what I'm planning for this universe at the end of this chapter. For now, enjoy!
Halloween Verse
What's This?
I want it
Oh...I want it
Oh...I want it for my own
I've got to know
I've got to know
What is this place I have found
What is this?
It's not that Logan minded noise. He was used to it. One had to be when living in a world full of monsters. Monsters were loud creatures; fierce in their voices and living with a constant, desperate need to be heard when they wanted it. They demanded attention, and God help you if you ignored their warning.
No. Logan was used to noise.
But here...the noise was different. The hustle, bustle and movements of the open air market on the darker side of town. There, the noise was a constant buzz of background voices that made Logan's head swirl.
"Stay close Logan. Don't get out of my sight." Logan turned to regard James, who had spoken his words while grabbing the sleeve of Logan's black hoodie tight, pulling him in further into the crowd.
"If you'd slow down a bit I wouldn't loose you-" Logan began, jogging a bit to keep up with James as he darted and weaved through the masses of black cloaks, sharp scales and the occasional ghost dripping with ectoplasm.
Cutting of Logan, James pulled him closer, hissing into his ear, "We have to be quick. At least with you here. If you're not careful someone will take notice of you and then you'll be in big trouble."
Swallowing hard against the fear rising in his stomach, Logan wished for the millionth time since setting foot into this market that Kendall was with him. It was his own fault that he was here without his werewolf lover, but the idea had seemed like a good one at the time.
You see...even though Halloween ruled this world and it's entire existence, they still enjoyed their own versions of other well known holidays.
For example, on St. Patrick's day, it was common practice to find snakes in unexpected places through out the day, like showers and cookie jars. Not getting bit by the poisonous ones was just part of the fun!
During Easter instead of hunting for Easter eggs people would hunt for bunnies. Not so much so that you could eat them, but because the bunnies here actually laid eggs. Of course there were the occasional vampire bunnies...but those only laid more vampire bunnies. It was an ongoing environmental issue at the time.
And...they celebrated Christmas. The holiday was enjoyed similarly to the one in other dimensions. Presents were exchanged, warm drinks were spiked with mind altering liquids, and all around Palmwoodsylvania buildings and trees were decorated with sparkling lights and holiday related ornaments.
Then, on Christmas Day night, everyone threw their Christmas trees into a big bonfire...then partied around it while singing carols like Little Ripper Boy, Oh Holy Nightmare, and the favorite classic, I'm Dreaming of a Blood-Red Christmas
This last holiday brought Logan here, to the Black Door Market. He needed a Christmas gift for his lover and had no clue where to start. Logan had often heard of this market from Mamma Knight and some of his other monster friends. He had never gone himself, and as far as he knew, up until two days ago, neither of his best friends had been as well.
But when he came to James asking for advice on a gift for his boyfriend, his friend suggested they go there to look for gifts. The vampire said he often snuck to this side of town to get some illegal hair products and the occasional fang sharpening.
He would take his human friend, on the condition that they didn't tell Kendall.
"Why not?" Logan had asked the vampire, confused and a little hesitant to lie to his boyfriend.
"Because it's not exactly safe there for normals. Especially for normals. I can keep an eye on you, but Kendall would flip out if he found out you were going, and would make sure you didn't."
As much as Logan loved it when Kendall was overprotective, it was actually an immense turn on for the little human, he really wanted to get an amazing gift for his lover and have it be a surprise. It was their first Christmas together as a couple, and he wanted nothing more than for it to be one they would never forget.
So, as much as it pained him to do so, he told Kendall that he was going to the old haunted library (occupied by some pretty cool ghost librarians) and would be back in a few hours.
The fact that Kendall believed him without hesitation made him feel all that much more guilty.
That guilt then turned into fear when he came upon the Black Door Market. Rows upon rows of vendors and stalls manned by insidious looking creatures of the night shouted and bargained their wares of powders, potions and poisons. Each space was crowded with hoards of monsters, with little to no humans in sight, stocking up for the upcoming season.
The market was housed between rows of tall, some abandoned some not, buildings on a rough side of town. Windows were broken in each building, and the light came from gas lit street lamps that glowed green. The air was humid with the smell of sewage, and the roads cracked and broken.
"I-I don't even know where to begin." Logan said to James, frowning when he saw a man wearing a long black coat that matched his pressed pants and black shoes lift up his just as black top hat and regard the little human with a glare...and a frightening smile.
Turning back with a gulp, Logan pressed closer to James, "I have no clue what to get him."
"Just look around. Something will give you an idea." James suggested, breathing a heavy sigh of relief when they came to a part of the market that wasn't so crowded, and didn't smell as bad. Letting go of Logan's hoodie, James pointed to some stalls filled with various clothing and utensils, "Try there. There's nothing as dangerous or evil here...which is why there aren't as many people."
Logan looked back over to see if that man was still there, watching him, but he was gone. Nodding, Logan turned back to James and said, "Okay. Thanks." He began to walk over to the stalls, when James grabbed him again and said, "Don't go far. Don't wander off. And most importantly don't go anywhere with anyone."
Rolling his eyes at James acting like a mother hen, Logan nodded again. "I got it don't worry. Where are you going to be?"
The vampire pointed to a stall a couple rows down, "I need to get a new fang sharpener. Keep my pearly whites fierce." he said, doing his Jazz hands before grabbing his cape and pulling it over his face.
"Okay dude." Logan said, shaking his head and walking over to the vendors. Even though it wasn't as crowded as before, there were still a ton of stuff for Logan to sift through to figure out what Kendall might want.
After twenty minutes of going through various clothing, weapons and socks...Logan was still lost.
"Need some help son?" A scraggly voice asked.
Turning around, Logan came face to face with a large old woman wearing much to much make up whose skin was weathered and frail looking. She regarded Logan hungrily. The boy had to gulp back the idea that the woman was thinking more about satisfying herself with him...rather than the sale.
Even though the idea wasn't so far fetched considering his predicament.
"I uh...I-I need a gift." Logan stammered out, hoping he didn't sound like someone who was expecting to be gobbled up at any moment.
"I see. Well sir you've come to the perfect place. We have so much offer..." She began to ramble, grabbing his arm and shoving him around her stall to show off her wares.
Even though she looked a bit frail, her grip was tight and unyielding. Feeling like a doll for the second time today, Logan was dragged back and forth by the vendor as she pointed to various jackets, swords and boots. But just as Logan was about to pry his arm back and try to find James, calling this trip a bust, his eyes settled on something.
Something...perfect.
"That." Logan began, turning to a small corner of the stall as he felt his face break into a triumphant smile, "That's what I want."
Twenty minutes later, the woman was handing him the gift wrapped in brown packaging, "Wait a bit to let the engraving settle." She ordered, quickly taking the money Logan handed to her.
"I will. Thank you." Logan said, opening his jacket to put it inside.
"No thank you!" The woman exclaimed, stopping her counting of Logan's bills to look up at him with a sneaky smile, "It's not often I get a two for one sale."
Confused, Logan titled his head to the side, asking, "What do you mean?"
Her smile grew more, and with every inch it became more sinister, "I mean...I got paid by you." She paused as her eyes slid to something behind Logan, "And by him."
Before Logan could turn to see what she was talking about, darkness overwhelmed him, and he knew no more.
The darkness wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the pounding headache behind his left eye that threatened to tear his mind apart.
Moaning in pain, Logan tried to move so he could sit up and get some water and aspirin.
But...that apparently wasn't happening.
In fact no movement was happening.
Suddenly the past events hit Logan hard. The Black Door Market. The vendor...darkness.
Feeling his heart quicken, Logan suddenly realized he was in trouble. Deep trouble where Kendall wasn't nearby and James probably had no clue where he was either.
Yep. Deep trouble.
Suddenly the darkness was lifted in a quick flash, then was replaced again when Logan had to squeeze his eyes shut against the offending light drowning his orbs.
"Ah! Give a guy a warning will you?" Logan moaned, twisting his head to the side to let the pain pass.
A dark chuckle answered...though no humor laced this voice.
The little human didn't want to look, but he needed to. It would be no help to him to keep his eyes closed and wishing all this away.
Not that he could do much else at the time.
Slowly, letting little bits of light in at a time so his eyes could adjust, Logan finally was able to peek through his lids to regard the situation he was in.
It was a bedroom chamber. Very old in the Victorian style with flowered walls, a elegant nightstand, a large cupboard in the far corner.
And the bed. A large four post bed in which Logan was tied to, spread eagle at each point.
Naked.
Okay...so not entirely naked. He was still wearing his boxers. But even so, this fact made the little genius struggle and his throat close in fear.
The chuckle returned. Turning to his right in a small chair sat the same man Logan had saw earlier at the Black Door Market. Still wearing his all black outfit, and still regarding him with that glare...and that smile.
"Who are you? And...and what do you want with me?" Logan struggled to get out the words just as he struggled to get out of the ropes binding his arms and legs to the left and right posts behind and in front of him.
"Ah childe. Relax...relax." The man soothed, standing to take off his hat. His head was bald save for a ring of white hair that flowed down from just above his ears to his shoulders. His bald orb created a pasty white halo that glistened in the gaslight from the room.
The room with no windows.
"You are just what I've been looking for. And a human! Don't see many of those at the market. A good find. Good indeed, yes." The man continued on, not bothering to answer any of Logan's questions.
Lifting up his cane, he tapped the floor three times, then called out, "Lucinda! Darling! Come see what daddy's bought you!"
Bought? Logan thought in fear. He struggled again, even though he knew it was useless. His wrists hurt from where they were bound, and his feet were already loosing their feeling.
The door to the room opened and in walked a living doll complete with golden ringlets and a peppermint dress of frills and lace.
"Daddy! You said you were going to buy me new knives to play with!" She exclaimed, her already dotted red face growing redder as she regarded her father with a pout.
Logan had to swallow down his fear when he heard her refer to knives as flippantly as she would have if she said a teddy bear. Even though she dressed and acted like a small child, she was older than Logan, most likely in her mid to late 20's.
"I know darling I know. Just wait, Christmas will be here soon. But for now, look!" The man pointed to Logan at the bed, who glared at the two of them with hatred.
"Please just let me go." Logan begged, but his words were drowned out by Lucinda's squeal of excitement.
"A boy you brought me a boy!" She shrieked, running to the bed and jumping onto Logan, placing herself firmly on his hips.
Grunting with surprise and discomfort, he shifted and tried to move away from her, but in being tied down he couldn't get far.
"Oh..." She whispered, staring at him with danger in her eyes, "He's so pretty." She continued, placing a hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat. With a sneaky smile, she gently rubbed herself against Logan's hips, making the boy feel nauseous with disgust at her touch.
Turning to her father she asked out loud, curiosity in her voice, "What do you think his blood tastes like?"
"What?" Logan exclaimed, cowering from her touch when she reached for his face.
"Like...cinnamon." She said, her eyes now fully black with blood lust. She rubbed herself against him again, and this time Logan wanted to strike back.
In a fit of desperation, Logan did only what he could do.
He reached out and bit her fingers.
"Ah! Daddy!" She screamed, pulling her throbbing fingers away then using her good hand to slap Logan hard across his face, causing the bound boy to grunt and suck in a pained breath.
As much as her slap stung, she at least got off him, which Logan was grateful for.
"Now Now lovey. Can't have him hurting those precious fingers of yours. Let's take care of that shall we?" Her father said, walking over to Logan with a long black scarf.
Logan's victory was short lived as the man tied the scarf around Logan's mouth.
"But daddy! I want to hear him scream." She pouted, crossing her arms and stomping a foot so hard her curls bounced.
The man placed a finger on her noise and cooed sweetly, "Hush sweetness. We can take it off during play time. But for now I don't want to take any chances of him hurting you again."
She rolled her eyes and heaved a huge sigh, but relented.
"There now. How about you go and get some things together and we can get started?" Her father said, leaning his cane against the wall and then began to take off his jacket to roll up his sleeves.
"Yay!" She exclaimed, spinning on a pink Mary Jane heel and bounced out of the room.
Glaring at the two psychopaths, Logan used all his mental strength to curse continually at them. It was the least he could do, since he had no way of communicating to anyone that he needed help.
As the man finished rolling up his sleeves, he went over to a large cupboard on the other side of the room and opened it up.
The contents inside made Logan whimper in fear.
An assortment of various knives, chains and other instruments of torture lined the inside walls. They glistened and sparkled clean, but Logan knew that that had all most likely been stained red before.
"I used to be a doctor." The man began speaking, taking out a particularly large butcher knife, "I was good at it." He whispered, eying the knife for a moment before turning back to Logan, "To good at it."
He walked over to Logan, who cowered into the bed, shaking his head while pleading with loud whimpers for him to stop.
But the man continued, laying the edge of the knife against Logan's face. Again the little human whimpered, clenching his eyes shut when the cool steel touched his skin, burning with fear.
The man spoke calmly as he inspected Logan,"Yes. My daughter has good taste. You are attractive." He then leaned forward, whispering, "Don't worry. We always save the eyes for last. We love it when you watch your body be dissected into nothing."
Retching into the scarf, Logan couldn't hold back his fear anymore. Tears began to leak down his face, and he wished with all his heart that he could have at least said good bye to Kendall.
A small shriek and loud thump echoed from outside the door. The man hovering over Logan sucked in a breath, turning to the closed door.
"Lucinda?" He called out, taking a step away from Logan. "Lovey are you all right?"
Silence.
"Lord. What did she get herself into now?" The man muttered, walking towards the door, his voice growing louder as he called out, "You had best not of dropped our toys again. We just got them and I don't want to-"
Yet the mans words were cut off as the door to the room burst open so hard the door fell of it's hinges, falling to the floor in a loud thump.
There, in the door way, was a steaming, growling, incredibly pissed off werewolf.
Kendall.
Relief filled Logan's body and he nearly screamed through his gag Kendall's name. His lover was only in half wolf mode, but he he was just barely hanging on from changing into a full wolf. Kendall's eyes were black with rage, and his claws were as sharp as the knife in the mans hand. Tuff's of coarse dark hair spotted out from under his shirt and pants, and he was breathing hard with every growl.
"What? What the-who...who are you?" The man stuttered, taking a step back and with a shaky hand lifted the knife.
Kendall regarded the man for a moment, then his eyes slid over to Logan. His lover, bound and gagged upon the bed with traces of tears lined upon his face.
Then...Kendall just lost it.
With a fierce growl Logan rarely heard, the werewolf lunged at the man, sinking his teeth in the mans neck.
Logan's captor screamed in fear as he went down, thrashing widely at his attacker, but Kendall just knocked the offending weapon away before lunging in to bite again.
Unable to turn away, Logan watched as the man jerked and screamed in pain under Kendall. For a moment, Logan wondered if Kendall was actually going to kill the man right there, but then Kendall stood up, blood dripping from his mouth.
He turned to Logan, then back down to the sobbing, bleeding man.
"I don't want him to see this." Kendall grunted out. For a moment Logan wondered if his lover was talking to the injured man beneath him, but then Kendall took the mans legs and dragged him out of the room.
"No...please...no..." The man begged, blood pouring from his wounds. At these words Kendall stopped, his voice hard, "How many times have those words been said in this room by others...and they were never listened to?" Then continued his path out of the room.
When Logan was alone, there was silence for a minute...then Kendall let out a loud growl that was soon mixed in with the mans screams...
And Lucinda's.
Logan desperately wanted to cover his ears to the offending screams, but he was still bound. A small part of him felt bad, but he quickly squashed it down. These people were finally getting the punishment they deserved after who knows how long they'd been doling out their own form of punishment on former innocents in this room.
He would never be the first to condone killing...but in this instance he knew these two would never stop doing what they had been doing...no matter what.
After a few minutes of silence, Logan heard the slow movements of his lover coming back to the room.
When Kendall walked back in, he was shirtless with a clean face and no longer in half wolf mode. He walked slowly over to the bed, placing a trembling hand on it.
Tugging at the bindings, Logan pleaded with Kendall to let him go. He wanted to explain everything, to tell Kendall he was sorry and beg for him to forgive him.
But the blond remained quiet...and still.
Confused, Logan whimpered in his gag, then pulled at the ropes against his hands and feet. What was wrong with his lover?
Suddenly, Kendall moved over to the dresser, pulling the chair back towards the bed to sit on it with a heavy sigh. He grabbed the knife the man had lost in their struggle, and placed it on the dresser next to the bed.
What was going on? Logan couldn't help but feel fear well up inside him again. He was begging silently for the gag to be removed, just so he could try and reach Kendall.
"You have no idea how scared I was." Kendall began in a whisper, head hanging down as he rested his elbows on his knees, hands intertwined. "When James came back home...and he said were the two of you were..." Kendall paused to run his hands through his hair, "I-I couldn't...I just couldn't even deal."
Guilt washed over Logan in rivers, but he could offer no comfort.
"I just took off. The wolf found you...followed your scent. Lost it a few times...I nearly died each time." Kendall rambled, his breath uneven as he relayed the moments in his head when he was sure his love was lost. Whenever the scent mixed with stale blood faded, he thought it would be gone forever. He didn't know how he was able to pick it up again, but when he did he kept going, praying his lover was safe.
"I didn't even ask James why you were here." He paused again to look up at Logan, his pain evident in his eyes, "Why?"
Again Logan pulled at the bindings, desperately wanting to explain, but Kendall made no move to help.
"What could possibly have been so important for you to...to lie to me? So you could come here? Of all places?" At this Kendall stood, walking the few feet over to the bed to place a trembling hand on the comforter...inches away from Logan.
"Was it to...to meet another guy?" Kendall whispered, his voice laced with fear.
Logan shook his head erratically, emphasizing no with his eyes and a loud whimper. He cursed himself again. He never should have lied to Kendall. This had grown into a huge mess and it was all his fault.
"I don't think you understand Logan." His lover whispered, "You just don't get it." Kendall didn't sound convinced by Logan's answer, and he began to crawl onto the bed, straddling Logan the same as Lucinda did earlier. "You're mine Logan. You belong to me. No one else can have you."
The werewolf leaned forward, and Logan could smell the faint aroma of fresh blood on his lover. His eyes were wide, and still held some of the wolf inside them...with a trace of insanity Logan had never seen before, "Not them. Not James...not anyone."
Logan had half a moment to wonder why Kendall said James before the werewolf clamped down onto Logan's shoulder, breaking the skin so his blood could flood into Kendall's mouth.
Wincing in pain, Logan soon began to whimper in pleasure, bucking up against Kendall's hips to gain friction. They rarely dabbled in blood play, but Logan didn't need to ask why Kendall wanted his blood at this moment.
It was to get...those people...their taste out of his mouth.
Kendall didn't hold on long, and eventually pulled away, licking his lips and staring at Logan intently.
The little human longed for Kendall to pull away his gag and kiss him, but his lover seemed to have other ideas.
Leaning over, Kendall grabbed the knife he had placed on the dresser and then used it to free Logan's bound legs.
Moaning in content at having his legs free again, he had less than a moment to enjoy it before Kendall began using the knife to cut away his boxers.
Breath caught in his throat, Logan panicked for a moment. Here? Kendall wanted...to...here?
Logan began to shake his head, whimpering out no, but after Kendall tossed Logan's boxers to the side he grabbed his lovers head, holding it still with a fist fill of hair. He brought the tip of the knife up to Logan's chin, then whispered dangerously, "I think, love, you need a reminder as to who you belong to."
The brunette could feel himself get hard with every one of Kendall's words. Logan whimpered in protest, but Kendall put the knife aside so he could take off his own pants and boxers. As much as Logan trusted his lover, he knew he had pushed to far with this. Kendall wasn't acting like himself, and Logan knew it was his own fault. The werewolf was in 'protect my mate' overdrive, and he needed to reassure himself that Logan was all right, as well as establishing his dominance since Logan lied to him.
But...Logan wasn't sure how he felt about hooking up on the bed were others had most likely been tortured to death.
Yet the little human didn't have much of an option at the moment. Kendall was climbing back on him, and with one hand was already wetting his fingers in his mouth.
"You just have no clue how much I love you...do you?" Kendall hissed, opening Logan's legs and situating himself inside the open space. "Fuck Logan...I-I'd die without you."
Logan closed his eyes against Kendall's words, the truth of them heavy in his heart. He hissed when Kendall slipped one finger inside, twisting and turning to loosen him up.
"Logan...I just killed for you."
Clenching his eyes shut even tighter, Logan whimpered when Kendall slid in his second finger.
"Look at me." Kendall commanded, and Logan slowly obeyed.
Kendall's hair was a mess. His mouth set in a thin line. His eyes wide with lust and pain.
I'm sorry. Logan wanted to scream it. Beg those words to his lover.
With their eyes locked, Kendall slid his fingers out of his lover, leaving Logan's hardened member still untouched.
Leaning over the brunette, Kendall whispered, "I'm sorry I'm not enough."
Then he slid inside Logan in one thrust.
Kendall's eyes were glued onto Logan, who had thrown his head back and his muffled moan could be heard beneath the black scarf.
Waiting a beat for him to adjust, Kendall began thrusting slowly inside Logan, keeping his pace even.
Logan breathed in heavily through his nose, waiting for the pain to subside so he could feel the pleasure slowly ebb through him. Kendall's words were like a punch to the gut, but he didn't have time to think them over, as Kendall's movements were clouding his ability to focus on anything else.
Needing to establish some sort of communication, Logan wrapped his legs around Kendall, then sent him a silent message.
Harder.
Smirking at the challenge, Kendall accepted.
The blond leaned back and lifted Logan's legs onto his shoulders, then drew his hips back so he could snap them forward with a quick thrust.
Again Logan threw his head back, loving the feeling of Kendall taking over him. Taking control. Exactly where he should be.
They continued in that manner, but Logan still wasn't get what he needed. His member was still untouched, and he couldn't convey to his lover what he wanted.
It was then that Logan realized the difference in this situation than in the other times they were together like this.
This wasn't making love.
It was fucking.
Kendall was fucking him. Not kissing him, not touching him. Not making love to him the way they always had.
This was Kendall fucking Logan to show his dominance...not his love.
This realization tore at Logan's heart, and even though he was swimming in pleasure, he was drowning in sorrow.
Despite Kendall's words that he loved Logan...was everything going to be different now? Would it only be like this? Fucking instead of making love?
The thought brought tears to his eyes even as he felt himself build up in pleasure. Kendall had shifted in his position, and was pounding Logan's prostate hard.
Finally, Kendall grabbed Logan's member to rub it gently. But because it had taken so long for Kendall to touch him, Kendall came first before Logan.
That broke Logan right there. Kendall always let him come first. The werewolf never stopped until his lover was satisfied.
Even in his pain, his body reacted to the touching, and came over Kendall's hand.
Logan couldn't breathe. His sobs were coming out fast and the gag around his mouth wasn't letting in draw in enough oxygen to breathe. He knew he needed to stop crying...but he couldn't.
Tears clouded his eyes and he couldn't wipe them away or even turn away from Kendall. He was exposed for the werewolf to see everything and he couldn't stand it.
He began to get dizzy from his lack of air, and was vaguely aware of Kendall's movements. Suddenly he felt the fabric lift and was able to suck in sweet air into his lungs. But that did little to ease his tears, instead it only gave him enough energy to cry more.
"Hey shh." Kendall said gently, placing his hands on either side of Logan's face as he sat up to face the boy, "Just relax it's okay." Though his voice was calm and soothing, his earlier words echoed in Logan's mind.
I'm sorry I'm not enough.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry Logan. I should have taken that off sooner." Kendall said, reaching back for the knife to undo the bindings on Logan's wrists.
"N-no." Logan choked out, "Don't be sorry. I'm sorry." Logan begged in between gasps for air, "You are good enough. You're more than good enough Kendall." Logan continued, wincing when his arms were lowered gently to his sides by his lover, the blood rushing back through his sore shoulders. He ignored the pain to wrap them around Kendall. "I'm so, so, so sorry Kendall."
The werewolf sighed and said, "Baby it's okay-"
But Logan shook his head emphatically, grasping the boy tightly and loudly exclaiming, "No! It's not okay."
Surprise etched on Kendall's face at Logan's fierce exclamation, "Baby-" He began again, but Logan cut him off.
"I do know how much I mean to you. I do realize that. And-I-I never meant to hurt you. Never wanted to. It all just got messed up and it's all my fault and I'm so sorry-" Logan rambled, his voice as fast as his uneven breaths. Kendall could quickly see that Logan was panicking, so he wrapped his long arms around the boy, pulling him in close.
But it wasn't enough. Logan was shaking hard from his memory of their last few minutes together. Kendall just lustfully claiming him like he was back in full wolf mode again. Not caring about making love, just dominance. It scared him more than when he was tied to the bed with the man hovering over him with that knife.
"I wasn't at the market to meet anyone else." Logan whispered against Kendall's chest...but he felt like he was a million miles away.
"Then why were you there? Why did you lie to me?" Kendall asked, his voice quiet but still filled with hurt.
Logan pulled away and looked over his lovers shoulder. He saw his clothes neatly folded in the corner on a chair.
"M-my jacket. Inside it." he said, his voice still trembling from tears. Kendall was still distant, Logan could feel it. He had lost the boy.
Pulling away from his lover Kendall got off the bed, hesitated, then turned back to Logan. He frowned when Logan flinched at his movements to grab the comforter and pull it over Logan's body. The little human had been shivering just as much from the cold as from what had just transpired.
He walked over to the dresser, grabbing Logan's favored black hoodie. Opening it up, he reached inside the pocket and pulled out a brown package.
Confused, he turned back to Logan, who had sat up and was bunching the blanket up in front of him, nerves written all over his face.
Turning back to the package, he tore it open, then stumbled a bit at what he saw.
Inside his hands he held a forest green leather collar with a gold clasp that connected the circle. Inside the gold clasp the letters L and K were delicately intertwined in a curved style. Though the color of the collar was dark, Kendall saw that the inside had been inscribed with gold lettering I love you, Always.
"It...it was supposed to be your Christmas present." Logan whispered, causing the blond boy to turn back and regard his lover.
Logan couldn't bare to look at Kendall any longer, and instead turned his weary eyes downward to the bunched up blanket in his lap. He pulled it close, shivering again as he cursed his own stupidity. It was such a waste...Kendall's trust for a silly object.
Suddenly a heavy force draped itself over Logan, and he looked up into the bright green eyes of his love who was wrapping his long body over the brunettes above the comforter.
"Kendall...?" Logan whispered, tentatively placing his hands on bare Kendall's hips.
"You...you love me." Kendall whispered, almost surprised.
Nearly weeping again that Kendall could even entertain the thought that he didn't, Logan blinked in confusion. He couldn't help but wonder why would he think that. Why would he believe that he didn't? "Of course I do Kendall. I always have." He looked down at Kendall's neck, which was now adorned with the green collar, to touch it gently, whispering, "I always will."
"So...this is why you went to the market with James? To...to get me a Christmas present?" Kendall continued, looking down at Logan with amusement in his eyes and a small smirk.
"It was James's idea. I-I couldn't figure out what to get you. I wanted our first Christmas together to be special." Logan confessed, looking away from Kendall. "But I ruined everything."
Grabbing Logan's chin, he forced the boy to look back at him, "No. I-I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I should have known you weren't betraying me." He sighed, nuzzling his nose with Logan's "I shouldn't have done what I did five minutes ago. Used you like that. That's not the kind of relationship we have, and I'm sorry."
Sucking in a breath of air, Logan stammered out, "D-do y-you f-f-forgive me?"
"Shh relax." Kendall whispered to his trembling lover to sooth him as he threaded a hand through the dark hair he loved, "I do. As long as you promise never to like to me like this again. And...if you'll forgive me for what I did."
Nodding rapidly, Logan gave out a half sob half laugh, "I promise. I'm so sorry Kendall. And thank you for coming for me. Thank you so much."
"I'd do anything for you." Kendall whispered, leaning forward to capture Logan's lips in a long overdue kiss. He pulled back, "Anything."
"And I'd do anything for you Kendall." Logan insisted, sliding a finger along the gold letters on the collar, "You belong to me as much as I belong to you." He continued, his voice serious as he stared into the green eyes he loved. He tried to portray as much as he could to Kendall how much he meant it. Fear still lingered in his stomach though, and he wanted to push as much of it away as possible. He couldn't get Kendall's words, his strange actions out of his mind. He took a few quiet moments to figure out where Kendall's own fear came from...then it hit him.
"You really think I don't love you...for you?"
Kendall opened his mouth to say something, but Logan cut him off, "You do so much for me Kendall. You gave me a whole new life. What...do you think I just love you out of gratitude for that or something?" When Kendall set his lips in a thin line, Logan realized he was dead on with the truth.
Tensing, Logan shouted out, his voice laced with anger, "You think that...don't you? That the only reason I'm with you is because you made me into a normal?"
Hesitating, Kendall looked away for a moment before whispering, "Not the only reason..."
In an instant, Logan flipped their positions so he was on top and Kendall was below him. It was rare that Logan got the upper hand on the werewolf, but Logan had used Kendall's distraction to his advantage.
"How could you think that? After everything we've been through?" Logan demanded, sitting up so he was straddling the boy beneath him. Kendall went to hold him, but Logan pinned down his arms, glaring at him to try and challenge him.
Though both boys knew Kendall could take back control any moment he pleased, Kendall relented for his love. "You're a normal now Logan. You can live a normal life...be with other normals. How you could ever just...give your life to someone like me is just...everyone thinks its crazy." Though Kendall tried to act nonchalant when he spoke, Logan could see in his eyes the fear of the truth in his words.
"Kendall..." Logan whispered, releasing the boys wrists and placing a hand on his cheek, "You are such an idiot."
"Hey!" Kendall exclaimed, narrowing his eyes at his lover.
"You know that I loved you before I even stepped into that machine to become a normal. That didn't change."
"But you changed Logan. You don't have to stay with me if you didn't want to. You can live a whole different life now."
Scoffing at Kendall, Logan shook his head, smiling, "Why would I ever want to live a life that doesn't have you in it?"
The air left Kendall's lungs at Logan's words.
"You mean everything to me Kendall. And not just because of the amazing gift you gave me. I'll spend the rest of my life paying you back for this gift. But its the love that keeps me by your side Kendall...not gratitude. I love you so much."
"How could you love a monster?" Kendall whispered, old fears and wounds seeping open in his heart.
"How could I love someone who will protect me? Take care of me?" Logan paused, then, "Kill for me?"
Sliding his hands onto Logan's waist, Kendall frowned at his lovers words, but nodded.
"How could I love someone who is so damn sexy and amazing at everything he does? Who is strong and smart? And sweet and caring? All in one?"
"I'm...I'm not..." Kendall began, but Logan placed a hand on Kendall's lips, shushing him.
"I love you more than anything Kendall. And I will fight to keep you mine." Logan challenged, loving when Kendall growled at his words and sat up to capturing his lovers mouth in a kiss.
They continued exploring their passions through their lips, lust settling amongst them once again. Hands caressed and groped naked skin, their members brushing gently against each other as they became hard again.
"Let's do this right this time." Kendall whispered to Logan, silently vowing never to treat his human love as he had before ever again. He knew he had been wrong to take Logan as he had, and to not satisfy his lover the way he normally did. It had hit him as soon as he had done it that it was wrong, and he knew he was more than lucky that Logan had forgiven him even if he didn't deserve it.
Nodding in consent, Logan pulled away to whisper back, "Let me claim you this time." He gently pushed the blond boy back so he was laying back down, then lifted his hips. Sinking slowly onto his lovers now rock hard member, his eyes were glued to Kendall's face as the blond closed his eyes and threw his head back, loving the feeling of Logan becoming connected to him again. Kendall silently wondered how he was so blessed to have Logan in his life. Forgiving, sexy, caring Logan who only wanted Kendall and his happiness from life.
Rising up and down on his lover, Logan closed his eyes to enjoy the pleasure of their love making. He was still stretched out, but from the way Kendall reacted to every movement he knew he was still tight enough for Kendall to enjoy.
It was a rare occurrence for Logan to take control. Normally Kendall's Alpha persona demanded the lead, and both boys were eager to let it flow naturally. But, tonight, both boys needed the reassurance. Kendall, that Logan loved him for him. And Logan, that Kendall's love for him was still intact.
"You're mine Kendall." Logan whispered, opening his eyes and letting his sight fall onto Kendall's collar. The collar he gave him, to own him...and love him. He grabbed the collar and held it as he continued his movements with his hips, "I got you this...so the world...would see...that...you're mine." Logan panted, letting go so that the words could sink in for Kendall.
"Ugh...fuck...Logan..." Kendall moaned in sheer pleasure, his hands so tight they were bruising the tender flesh underneath his fingers as he felt Logan work his member with his hips. Knowing that Logan felt just as much and as strongly as he did about their love, it tore at his heart.
Logan continued to pound onto Kendall's member, using his own hand to help bring forth his climax. But it wasn't long before Kendall brushed Logan's hand away to work it himself.
"K-Ken..." Logan moaned above his lover, "I-I'm close."
"Me to." Kendall grunted, "Come together?" He asked, looking into the eyes of the boy he loved.
Nodding, both boys continued to rock and stroke before Logan gasped out, "I'm coming!" He could feel Kendall release his substance inside him, and shuddering, Logan did the same on Kendall's chest.
Gasping for sweet air, Logan collapsed on top of Kendall, who rolled them over to their sides. They took their time kissing and stroking each other, coming off the high from their love making while still connected.
"Love you. Fuck Logan I love you so fucking much." Kendall gasped out, threading his long fingers through his brunette lovers hair.
"You to Ken. I love you so much. Please never doubt it." Logan whispered back.
Kendall nodded, then pulled the boy in to kiss his forehead all over, "Never. I promise."
Smiling, Logan let out a sigh, snuggling into Kendall's warmth. They laid there for a while, basking in the aftermath of their love making, as well as their love.
But it as Kendall who broke the silence...and their connected bodies.
"We still need to do something about...them."
"Ugh...talk about a mood killer." Logan grumbled, already half asleep.
Laughing softly, Kendall ran a hand up and down Logan's back, "They won't be missed. Chances are because of what they did, they were off the grid. Even if someone noticed, I can't say anyone would complain that they're gone...considering who they were. But we still need to get rid of them. Any ideas?"
Taking a moment to think, Logan frowned and pulled back from Kendall's embrace to regard his lover, "Aiding and abetting in a crime? Kendall...you sure know to show a guy a good time."
Swapping his love lightly on the chest, Kendall said, "Excuse me Mr. lying and sneaking off. Don't forget we're here because of you."
Smiling, Logan traced the collar again, unable to stop. He loved that Kendall was wearing it, showing the world who he belonged to. "But it was worth it. Got rid of two psycho murderers and you got an awesome Christmas present."
"And sex." Kendall added.
"True." Logan paused then looked up at Kendall, "I know a place. Can we get them out of here without anyone noticing?"
Kendall nodded, "You gonna help me?" He sat up, regarding Logan still a little nervously. He trusted that Logan loved him now, but it would take a little while for his old fears to die off completely.
The brunette jumped off the bed and walked over to his clothes, then began to put them on, "Of course. I told you I'd do anything for you. So...what do you need me to do?" He frowned when he had to put his jeans on over his bare skin, but sighed and just did it.
Feeling his heart fill even more with love, Kendall looked over at his lover who was now dressed and looking at him expectantly.
The blond slid off the bed and walked over to Logan, pulling him into his arms and then kissing his loves confusion away.
"I love you Logan."
Still confused, Logan smiled and said, "I love you to. Now...what's the procedure for hiding bodies? I'm new at this and not familiar with the...etiquette I guess."
Laughing, Kendall pulled away, "Neither am I. But we'll learn. Together."
Taking his loves hand, Logan nodded, "Together."
Nothing brings couples together like covering up a crime...true story!
So...
I can't believe you all want more! Yay! I'm so happy to hear that, and I'm so happy to give you more!
So here are my plans:
There will be one more Nightmare Revisited chapter that takes place in the real world verse, which will end with a TBC that will give you a hint as to what's to come in the...sequel! However, I will write the whole sequel first then post it as I edit. I prefer doing it that way because it helps me with the plot. So, the last chapter for Nightmare Revisited will be up soon, but it will be a little while before I get to the sequel, but there will be one! If one never comes up...then I'm probably dead.
So...
Thank you again for all your support. You guys are the best and I'm so happy that I'm making all of you happy!
xoxo BA