Comment: Let the depravity begin! ::wicked laughter::
Part VI
"You're enjoying all this, aren't you?"
Kane and Kevin were standing at the bar of a nightclub. He had been to so many of these clubs in the past few weeks that they were all starting to look the same. They had a typical dark and shadowy atmosphere with pounding music and hordes of grinding bodies. Men and women danced with all sorts, regardless of their sexual preference. At times it was difficult to tell the difference between them as both were usually dressed in leather or scantily clad.
He and his vampire lover were constantly the object of obsession. On his first few nights out, he was stunned at how often he was groped, grabbed, and fondled. It was a bit disturbing to see how readily those people lusted after complete strangers. But Kane had explained to him the appeal of anonymous sex. Most came to these clubs with the intention of bedding someone they didn't know and would probably never seen again. Banging a stranger that was drop dead gorgeous, which is what they considered him and his partner, made it all the sweeter.
These things were now commonplace to Kevin. It was thrilling to stand in the middle of a crowd and have dozens of hands feeling his ass, crotch, and chest. On more than one occasion, someone would be brazen enough to grind his or her body against his in time with the throbbing pulse of the music. And he sometimes found himself grinding along with them, drawn into their sex dance. He soon learned that the sight of him in the midst of an inhibition less, hormone driven mass was quite a turn on to Kane. And that, to quote DDP, was a good thing.
These were the people that Kane preyed upon. He usually lured them into a backroom with the promise of sexual acts. Of course, once they got there, the end result was always the same: a dead body on the floor. Sometimes, when he was really feeling bold, he brought them down right there on the dance floor. Regardless of where it happened, it was always a delight for Kevin to watch.
"Why don't you pick out the next one?" Kane placed his glass down on the bar top.
"What kind would you like? Man? Woman?"
"I trust your judgment. Your taste has greatly improved over the past weeks."
"Well... Women do tend to scream..."
"All the better." Kane smiled wickedly.
"Then a woman it is." Leaning against the bar, Kevin casually looked around the club. "There's a blonde about fifteen feet away who hasn't taken her eyes off you for the past half hour. And her redhead friend looks ready to throw you down, rip your clothes off, and ride you till dawn. Which one do you want?"
"Both sound good."
"Greedy bastard."
"And proud of it!"
"So... Fuck and suck?"
"Sounds like a plan." They both drained their glasses and set out on the dance floor.
"Where the hell could he be?!" Scott yelled, slamming the phone down.
"Would you just calm down?" X-Pac said. He was really getting tired of Scott freaking out every time Kevin was missing in action.
"Calm down?!" Hall began to pace the floor. "It's almost two in the morning and he's not in his room yet. He hasn't been in there all night."
"How do you know that?"
"Well... He wasn't around when we checked in, so I got an extra key to his room from the front desk."
"That explains where you've been. You really got to learn to let go... Jealousy is an ugly thing."
"I'm not jealous! Besides, I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I left his room at midnight. That was almost two hours ago!"
"Do you have many of these psychotic episodes or is this just a recent thing? This is almost as bad as when he told us that he wasn't going to be staying in the hotels with us anymore."
"And what's up with that?"
From somewhere in the hotel, the Hurricane yelled, "Hey! That's my line!"
Ignoring the outburst, Scott continued. "He's never had any problem hanging with us before. It's like he's changed overnight."
"Listen... Kev's suspended. Maybe he's trying to make a life for himself outside of the federation." He noticed the worried look in his friend's eyes. "At least temporarily. Who knows how long this suspension thing might be. He can't be with us 24-7. Is any of this getting through to you?"
"Yeah.. I guess so.."
"Good! Now, let's try to get some sleep."
Try as he might, Scott just couldn't get to sleep. He tossed and turned, wondering what was going on with their friend.. if he was even their friend anymore. Kevin was definitely changing. X-Pac couldn't see it because he hadn't known Nash as long as he did. He stayed out till all hours of the night. They hardly ever saw him anymore. And where was he now? At some party? Lying dead in the street with a bullet in his chest? Or in someone's room? For some strange reason that thought was more upsetting than the one of him lying dead. He looked at the clock. Only thirty minutes had passed but it had seemed like hours to Scott. He knew he wouldn't get any rest until he knew that Kevin was safe and sound. And that nothing was changing between them. Getting out of bed, he picked up his pillow and chucked it at X-Pac's sleeping body.
"What's going on?" the target asked, groggily.
"Get up! We're gonna go make sure he's back."
"It's 2:30 in the friggin morning! Have you lost whatever is left of your mind?!"
"Well, I won't be able to get to sleep until I know he's in there. And if I'm gonna be awake, then so are you! Now get up!"
After pulling on a pair of jeans, his shoes, and X-Pac out of the bed, they headed out the door and down the hall to their friend's room. X-Pac was grumbling something about this being punishment for whatever bad things he did in a past life.
"He's back," Scott said, triumphantly. "That 'Do Not Disturb' sign wasn't on the knob when I left."
"Wonderful... Can we go back now? I was having such a wonderful dream."
"What was it about?"
"Me getting to sleep and you getting a life! Now can we go?!"
"Wait a sec... Why'd he put the sign on the knob?"
"It's after two in the morning. He probably wants to get some rest and doesn't want the cleaning lady coming in in the morning."
"How can you be so logical at this hour?"
"Well, one of us has to be."
"Yeah, well, something's not right here." He knocked on the door. After waiting a few minutes and not getting an answer, he knocked a little louder.
"He's probably asleep," X-Pac said, pulling on Scott's arm. "Like we should be..."
Unsatisfied with his partner's answer, he began pounding on the door. Minutes later, Kevin opened the door not wearing a shirt and his leather pants were open.
"What's going on here?" Kevin asked, sounding more than a little annoyed. "You tryin to wake up the whole buildin or somethin?"
"Where the hell have you been?" Scott shoved his way into the room. "It's almost 3 am and you've been gone all night. Do you know how worried we were?"
"I wasn't worried," X-Pac commented. "I was too busy trying to catch some sleep. Next hotel, we get separate rooms. Or I will be forced to smother him!" He stormed out the room.
"What were you doing all night?" Scott stopped mid rant when he saw a man lying on the bed, propped up on his elbows. "Hello.. David." He could feel his blood pressure rising.
"Hello again. You must be Scott. Kevin has told me so much about you."
It took all Scott's will power not to punch the other man in the face. "So, what are you doing here?"
"He had a few drinks," Kevin said. "I didn't want him driving, so I told him he could spend the night here. The club was only a few blocks from here."
"Oohhh... You guys went to a club?" He was getting madder by the minute. "Kevin, can I talk to you outside?" He stood out in the hallway while Nash stood in the doorway. "So... What's up with you and David?"
"What do you mean?"
"You've been seeing him a lot lately, haven't you?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"What do you two do together?"
"What we do together is of no concern to you."
"I think I have the right to know!"
"You lost that right the minute I caught you servicing Hogan! Goodnight, Scott!" He slammed the door in Scott's face.
Hall stared at the door, frowning. This had not gone as he had expected.