For the next month Declan
and Nicky spent their time as any normal pair would. Declan’s days were taken
up with the two new restaurants he was involved with. Nicky spent the first
week hunting for a new job, finally finding one at a small clothing store in
one of the malls. Their nights and weekends were spent together. Declan managed
to deflect any requests by his mother to join her and Reginald for Sunday
lunch. She also seemed to be suppressing her need to call him several times a
week at work. He suspected, although he didn’t ask, she felt he was finally
moving up in the company and didn’t need her guiding hand. For the moment at
least.
Even though everything was
going smoothly, the urge to kill began to build again as Declan knew it would.
It was part of him and what he was. He also knew Nicky was aware of it from the
way he acted, watching him in anticipation when he didn’t think he would
notice. Their sex life became rougher, Declan delivering as much pain as he
knew Nicky could withstand, and sometimes more.
After their last bout Nicky
had turned to him, tears from the pain he’d taken still rolling down his
cheeks. “We need to do something or it’ll be me you kill.”
“That won’t ever happen,”
Declan had growled, enfolding him in his arms. He’d sighed. “You’re right
though, but…”
Nicky curled up against his
chest. “The trigger isn’t there because your mother isn’t on your ass right
now.”
“You know me well.” Declan
kissed his temple.
“Then we find another one. I
want to do it again. Desperately.”
“Silly boy,” Declan murmured
softly, “why didn’t you say something. This isn’t just about me. If you have to
need to kill someone then we will.” He ran his fingers through Nicky’s hair
then tugged it until Nicky looked up at him. “Who knows, perhaps it will even
lessen my urge, or fulfill it.”
“Do you think..?”
“Sometimes.” Declan
interrupted with a laugh. “Not always, but sometimes. Yes, I think we should
decide who deserves our ‘attentions’ this time.”
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