Departures Part Three : Reunion
Title : Reunion
Pairings : Nick/Mick/Blixa
Content : There's a lot of sex in this one, and also some swearing. This is the most explicit chapter.
The third and most likely final part of Departures, following directly on from the cliffhanger ending of the last. This has no foundation in fact, and borders on surrealism.
Reunion
Nick was uneasy to say the least. He stood in his basement, faced by two men he had once worked very closely with, pushed away by his ego. He had gone soft, and here were two people unafraid to tell him that. To make matters worse, his dick was hanging flaccid from his fly, coated with the saliva of his best friend. His wife was away, so whatever happened in the basement would stay in the basement. This could go either way. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air and Mick took it upon himself to break it.
“You could call this a reunion I guess,” he laughed. Nick laughed along with this remark, knowing full well the subtext. You pushed us out, you bastard, so you could spend more time playing with your new toys. Looking down at Nick’s flaccid dick hanging from his fly, Blixa followed this up with another joke.
“You really have gone soft, haven’t you?”
That wasn’t even a double entendre. It was a spiteful remark coated in Carry On innuendo. Tucking his dick back in and zipping up, Nick tried frantically to regain some dignity. “Let’s cut the bullshit. I know why you’re here. You both feel I pushed you out, and you both think that this is no longer the Bad Seeds….”
Before he could finish, Mick cut in.
“Well, we both KNOW it’s no longer The Bad Seeds. The Bad Seeds…was me, Blixa, Anita and Barry. Barry’s not been around for years. Neither has Anita. Blixa’s gone. And now I’ve left. So yes, Nick, there are no more Bad Seeds. Just Nick Cave and the hired hands.”
“What about Tommy then?”
Mick and Blixa exchanged furious glances then Mick spoke:
“Tommy wasn’t originally a Bad Seed, he’s close to it but he’s by no means…You know I love Tommy dearly, he’s a great bloke, but what does he do creatively? Nothing. He never wrote with you, and he wasn’t around when Rowland’s band broke up, either. Now it’s just the Nick and Warren show, featuring whoever keeps their mouth shut. You‘ve always been a fuckin‘ control freak, all the write ups you‘ve got over the years inflated your head. Now…”
Blixa’s familiar filthy laugh punctuated the end of Mick’s rant, and he calmly added “Now we’re going to show you what it’s like to be…”. The end was broken by giggles from the two ex Seeds, as Blixa hung onto Mick’s shoulder to stop the laughter that was shaking him from making him fall to the floor. All through Mick’s rant Nick had been growing angrier and now he couldn’t contain it any more. Stepping closer to Blixa, right up in his face, he calmly asked a question he knew he wouldn’t like the answer to.
“To be what?”
But Nick’s attempt to intimidate him just made him and Mick laugh even more, and this frustrated him. He pushed Blixa back, expecting a fight to break out but all that happened was that Mick glared at him and helped Blixa up again, then fixed him with a stare as he got his answer.
“Just…as an exercise Nick…we’re going to show you what it’s like to be completely helpless.”
“You and what fucking army, eh, Blixa? Considering I can throw you around like a fat, pretentious old rag doll that’s going to be something worth seeing.”
Then Mick coughed.
“Remember I’m here, Nick. It’s also worth considering that we both knew full well you were going to try to lash out”, and then his impassive features curled into a sneer as he continued, savouring every word with an almost orgiastic glee, “You’re just that predictable. And you played right into our hands, my old mate.”. Before Nick could even realise that he was completely fucked, Blixa unzipped his flies and he had his cock out again, and Mick was blindfolding him. Briefly concerned, he pulled the makeshift blindfold up to tell him, “You just have to tell us when you want us to stop, Nick. No one’s here to rape you. We’re just here to give you what you’ve always wanted but never knew how to ask for.”
Nick knew Mick was right, and softly whispered “OK”, a beaming smile growing on his features as he allowed the two men to strip him naked. He watched as his clothes were piled up on the floor, and his belt was used to tie his arms behind his back. The blindfold was pulled down over his eyes. Firmly but gently he was bent over the desk and his legs spread open, his dick throbbing in anticipation as Mick carefully took it in his mouth, kneeling beneath the desk. Where was Blixa in all of this? He didn’t know, and Nick was almost afraid as he heard the sound of him rummaging in his coat pockets.
The sound of tape being torn off, and the jangle of cold metal. Two pairs of handcuffs secured Nick’s legs apart, each leg cuffed to a leg of the desk. Cold hands ran over his bare flesh, and he suddenly felt exposed
Something cold ran down his spine, but he relaxed when he realised it was just Blixa’s tongue. Blixa cooed gently but indecipherably as he tore open a packet, and soon another kind of cold ran through Nick’s entire body as an amply lubricated finger eased its way into him and thrust in and out. He almost overloaded with pleasure as the speed increased, and another lubricated finger entered him. He tensed up, gasping at these new sensations as he came into Mick’s throat. He laughed softly as he heard Mick choking as he withdrew his dick from his mouth.
Then he heard another tearing sound, and felt a coating of something cold and liquid being smeared over….so this is what Blixa meant. A gag was placed over Nick’s mouth, tied tight enough that no sound would escape and he heard Mick and Blixa whispering to each other in German as the sound of a zip coming down was followed by a pause. Then, kisses covering Nick’s neck and shoulder, Blixa entered him gently at first, slowly sliding in and out of his entry…before speeding up, gripping Nick’s hips as he thrust in and out. Pain and pleasure collided at once, he’d only done this once before and Blixa was a lot bigger than Marc.
Time was lost in the pleasure consuming him, overloading him as Blixa thrust in and out of him. Nick moaned and yelped, almost screaming his love for the other man in the heat of passion. Then Blixa was deep inside him, deeper than before and all of a sudden he withdrew. He’d came. More conversation in German, Nick almost spent as the gag was removed from his mouth and cold hands ran all over his naked body, down to his feet.
“Did you like that, Nick?”. Mick’s voice had never been so soft.
“Yeah….who was it?”
“That was Blixa.”
“So what next.”
“Well….Can I have a go?”
The following sentence is one Nick never expected to say, especially not after he’d just been stripped, restrained and sodomised.
“Why’re you asking me?!”, before adding “If I wanted you to stop I’d have said so.”
This was met with gentle laughter and the sound of another packet opening. Another condom sliding onto another cock. More lube. Thank fuck for that, more lube. Also, another mouth, this time Blixa, taking position around his dick. Mick opened him up again and added another coating of lube. It was cold, and he’d never known Mick be so gentle with anything. It almost tickled, and to test a finger was pushed into him. He yelped, and the gag was refastened. Then, abruptly, Mick entered him, but realising his mistake at the pained groan that met him, he apologised. By way of further apology, a flurry of kisses met his neck, as Mick slowly fucked him. In and out. In and out, with a rhythm similar to Blixa’s. Mick had done this before. Wait til he told….no. He definitely couldn’t tell anyone this.
Then he picked up speed, and nearly breaking through of his bonds Nick thrust himself back to meet Mick’s shaft, so he could take all of him in. Mick obliged by thrusting harder and faster, harder and faster, then slowing down but still just as hard. There was no pain by now. No pain until he felt gentle bites covering his inner thigh from Blixa, before he took him back in his mouth again. Mick came, and finished Nick off with his finger. As he heard Blixa splutter, he knew this must nearly be over.
He was right. His gag was removed once more, and Blixa’s lips met his own. Nick didn’t even care that he could taste his own cum, an indication of how submissive he had become. His hands were unbound and the keys to the cuffs securing his feet were pressed into his hand.
“We’re going to go now Nick, see you sometime, OK?”. The two men left, and Mick gave him a parting kiss on the cheek. He removed the loose blindfold, and saw they were gone, leaving him alone in the basement to uncuff his feet, clear up the empty packets of lube and condoms and get dressed before his wife started to get suspicious.