"Don't Open That Door," Foo Fighters RPS, Dave/Taylor, Taylor/Chris, Kurt/Dave, Rated Adult17+
Fandom: Foo Fighters RPS
Rating: Adult17+
Word Count: 44,430 so far, 13 of ? chapters completed
Chapters in this Post: 7-8
Category: Slash, Horror
Pairings: Dave Grohl/Taylor Hawkins, Taylor Hawkins/Chris Shiflett, Kurt Cobain/Dave Grohl, Surprise Pairing
Summary: After several scary encounters in his home, Dave is convinced the ghost from his Seattle house followed him to his current one. He enlists the help of Taylor and a Ouija board to try to get to the bottom of things, but it only results in one of them being possessed by the thing in the house. The very dangerous thing in the house.
Warnings: Some of the sex scenes have dubious consent issues because one of the persons involved is possessed by a ghost and not fully in control of himself at the time. At least two sex acts are non-con or attempted non-con. Everyone is married to their real life spouse in a semi-open marriage (this will be discussed in the story). Language (lotsa F-bombs; this is Dave and Taylor we're talking about). Horror elements.
Author's Notes: Will be noted as we go along.
Disclaimer: This story is fictional, which means that while the characters may be loosely based on the public personas of real people, the story itself is completely ungrounded from reality and is in no way meant to reflect the private lives, actual practices, or activities of any persons named. (Modified from the disclaimer at Rockfic.com.)
Chapter 7: Bridge Burning
Word Count: 4,186
Nicky taunted and ranted at Dave a while longer, pointing out how badly he could have hurt Taylor by slamming his head into the brass headboard, but it all sounded like a voice from down inside a tunnel. All Dave could focus on at the moment was his pulse beating in his ears and the realization that Nicky was about to rape him using Taylor's body.
"If you ever do something like that again, I may not punish you next time. I may just disfigure Taylor's face, or string up your cat and - "
Catching some of this, Dave struggled underneath him, begging, "No, don't hurt anyone else! Leave Oogly alone, please! I'm the one who did it! Don't hurt Taylor for something I did."
Nicky snickered. "Oogly? That's adorable." He dropped kisses on the back of Dave's neck. "Your fear is even sexier than your anger."
Dave knew it. The guy didn't just want his love. He also got off on flaunting his power over a captive victim. His body began to shake.
Now kissing his shoulder, Nicky purred, "Are you still hard? Be honest."
"Sort of," Dave replied. He could feel his dick rubbing against the sheets and yes, it was still a bit erect. No, he didn't want to react that way to what Nicky was about to do to him. If Dave could will himself not to get any more aroused, he had to try.
But Nicky, of course, had other ideas. "What can we do to get you as hard and excited as you were when you masturbated for me? Hm? Does the idea of me fucking you actually get you all hot and bothered?" Dropping kisses along Dave's spine, he parted his quivering cheeks with his fingers. "Mmm, you got yourself all clean for me," Nicky breathed, and ran his tongue around the rim of Dave's puckered hole.
At first, Dave jerked in surprise, but within seconds, he buried his face in the pillow so Nicky couldn't hear him moan. He and Kurt always referred to this as rimming, although it had other names, and they had both loved doing it to each other. Years ago, after his divorce from his first wife, Dave had gotten drunk and picked up a cute blonde guy in a record store, who had agreed to rim him until he came. The guy had begged to be fucked, and Dave had done it, but it just didn't feel enough like the old days, and although he came inside the guy, he had left feeling unsatisfied. As Nicky moved Taylor's tongue ever so slowly over that sensitive area, Dave couldn't help but rub his cock against the bedsheets.
Nicky noticed the subtle, slow movement of Dave's hips. "Oh, you like it, huh?" He reached up and took a handful of Dave's long hair in his fist, lifting his head. Dave hissed. "I want to hear you. Keep your face out of the pillow."
"Please don't make me do this."
"So you don't want your punishment? You'd rather I get the razor and go find Oogly?"
Sighing, Dave laid his head on his upturned arm. "Fine. I won't bury my face in the pillow."
"Good boy." Nicky began to lick him again.
Dave tried very hard not to rub himself off on the sheets, but it just felt too good. Trying to use more of Kurt's advice, he imagined it was Kurt rimming him, it was Taylor, they were taking turns. His hips moved a little more aggressively by the minute. Dave didn't realize how much he was moaning until Nicky stopped and remarked, "Damn. You make the most intoxicating sounds."
Dave heard him open the bottle of lubricant. Shortly after, a lubed finger slid up inside him and touched that sweet spot he liked so much. Dave almost screamed in pleasure. He couldn't bring himself to ask Jordyn to do this very often, but he did love it. Dave didn't have to see Nicky to know he was grinning.
This went on for several minutes, Nicky working in more and more lube. Dave couldn't stop rubbing against the sheets; he was close. All at once, he realized the finger was gone, and Nicky was panting and taking off Taylor's clothes. Oh, God. Could he pretend it was Kurt or Taylor on his back? Nicky had already taken so much from his possible first experiences with Taylor - he didn't want this taken from him too.
"No, don't, please," Dave pleaded.
"I can't stop now. You are too fucking hot." Dave felt hands easing him open, and then the head of Taylor's cock was against the entrance to him. Nicky breathed out slowly, rocking against him. His cock began to breach him very slowly, just barely opening him up. Dave hissed. He couldn't feel the pain yet, but he knew it was coming any second. "Ohhh, it's been so long, so long," Nicky whispered.
Dave cried out in his head, hoping someone would hear him. Kurt, I really screwed up. Please help me! If there's anything you can do, please get me out of this.
An answer came, but it sounded far away. Cry, Kurt's voice commanded. It will make him stop.
What?
CRY. Images were forced into Dave's head of people he loved in pain, in horrible situations, things he never wanted to see. Tears instantly sprang up in his eyes. He felt Nicky rocking against him again, felt him sliding forward, and Dave burst into tears.
"Stop, please stop, no more!" he cried.
Gasping, Nicky pulled back, and turned Dave over. This caused his arms to cross over one another, but it wasn't painful. The look of horror on Nicky's face... Kurt's advice had paid off. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, don't cry." He kissed Dave's face all over.
Dave saw a bruise coming up on Taylor's forehead, near his temple. Knowing that he had really hurt Taylor in his bungled attempt to escape only made him cry harder.
Nicky's blue eyes widened and then filled with sorrow. "Oh, please don't cry. I'm sorry, baby." He hugged Dave, continuing to kiss away his tears, then laying his head on his chest. "I went too far, please forgive me."
How ironic that a minute ago, Nicky had been determined to punish him, and now, he was apologizing to Dave for it. Crying was a weakness for the psycho; this was useful information. Thanks, Kurt.
What Nicky did next was quite the surprise. Dave was trying to stop crying, but once he got started, it took time to turn off the faucet. Nicky said, "Don't cry, baby, I only want you to feel pleasure," and, in an effort to prove what he'd just said, quickly took Dave's cock in his mouth and began to suck it.
The action was so unexpected, it made him quiver all over, hard, and huff out a loud, shaky breath. Already close, Dave moaned and threw his head back, closing his eyes. When he looked down a minute later, he saw blue eyes looking up at him, head bobbing up and down, hoping for his approval. Although the eyes were the wrong shade, it was easy to pretend they were Kurt's eyes, and remember.
But that wasn't really right. The eyes were in Taylor's face, and Kurt and Taylor were not interchangeable. Taylor had been compared to Kurt, had been called his replacement in Dave's life, had even been insinuated to only be in the band because he reminded Dave of Kurt, but none of those things were true. Taylor was his own person with his own talents, and he didn't deserve to be thought of as a Kurt clone. They didn't even look alike, save for the blonde hair. Dave put thoughts of Kurt out of his head as he looked down at Taylor's face, Taylor's lips wrapped around his dick, obscenely taking him all the way in. His eyes began to switch from blue to brown and back again.
Maybe he hadn't lost Nicky's trust after all. Maybe the ghost could still be seduced and manipulated. As Dave felt himself about to cum, he laid his cheek against his raised arm, eyes closed again, and moaned, "Oh Nicky," before cumming in his mouth.
Nicky swallowed it all down. When Dave opened his eyes, he saw those lovesick blue eyes looking back at him before Nicky nearly pounced on him, giving him several passionate kisses. He looked as if he might start crying too, eyes dewy, as he wiped the tears from Dave's face with his thumbs. "I love you, Dave Grohl," he said with a sniffle. "I think you may be starting to love me too."
Oh, this guy was totally loony toons. But let him think it, it could keep Dave alive.
Nicky kissed him a few more times before saying, "I am more turned on than ever. Can I have a blowjob too?"
Just relieved he didn't go back to demanding a fuck, Dave nodded. Nicky helped him sit up a bit and then got on his knees before him, fucking Dave's mouth.
This being the first time Dave ever gave Taylor a blowjob, he hoped Taylor was awake enough to enjoy it. Another experience with Taylor that Nicky was stealing from him. Closing his eyes, Dave fantasized it was only Taylor in there, as Kurt had suggested. He did all that he could to revive the techniques he used with Kurt all those years ago, the ones that made him growl and grab Dave's head, pulling his hair a little as Dave sucked his cock.
At one point, he opened his eyes and looked up at Taylor's face to see what color his eyes were. The face was a mask of ecstacy, eyes closed and lips slightly open. "Dave, oh yes," he moaned.
Pulling his head back, Dave concentrated on the head of the cock, licking the underside. The sounds coming out of Taylor's mouth became more high pitched and desperate. As it was with many men, the spot Dave was licking was extra sensitive. Dave let Taylor's cock drop from his mouth. Nicky looked down at him, confused.
It wasn't just Nicky gazing down at him. The eyes were changing from blue to brown and back. Dave sighed with relief. He wanted Taylor to feel every bit of this. "Woops," he said, and tried to chase the dangling cock with his mouth.
So turned on, Nicky guided the hard member back into Dave's mouth. He put a hand against the wall to brace and began to rock faster in and out of Dave's mouth, his moans reaching a new level of needy. Full of rasp and smoke, those sounds were pure Taylor. When he came, he cradled Dave's head in his hands, and howled. Dave swallowed, enjoying the giving as much as the receiving when Taylor was involved.
When Nicky used his usual safeguards in taking Dave back to the art room, Dave did not fight him. He would choose his moments to attempt to escape better. He did, however, ask why they couldn't stay in the bedroom.
"It's easier keeping track of things with you down here," Nicky replied. He didn't explain any more than that, but Dave thought he knew what he meant. Only one path of escape.
Chained down to the chaise lounge, wearing clean boxer shorts and nothing else, Dave started in on the seduction again. "Can I see what you looked like? It's been a long time since I last saw you on TV."
"How am I supposed to show you that?"
"We can look on my phone." Maybe he could trick Nicky into calling for help. "Where did you put it?"
"Is that really a phone? They've come a long way." Nicky ran up the stairs and brought back both Dave and Taylor's phones. "I don't think this one is working."
"It just needs to be charged. They run on batteries." Luckily, Dave's phone still had some power. "After we're done, you should put them both on their chargers." He explained how to use the phone to get on the internet and search for Austin Nicholas Kelly.
Nicky could not have been more fascinated with the phone and the internet as a whole. He tapped the screen with his finger and cried, "Whoa!" when the picture filled the screen. Showing Dave the picture, he said, "That's me."
Dave considered it. Nicky looked a bit like a young, perpetually pissy-faced Leonardo DiCaprio, with darker hair. "You weren't a bad looking guy. Why did you think you had to hold people captive to have a relationship with them?"
Nicky shrugged and shook his head at the same time. "I dunno. I don't want to talk about it." He looked at the screen. "Do you think I'm attractive?"
"Yeah. You were very good looking."
Nicky smiled, looking at the phone again. "Thanks." He started tapping on the screen randomly until he'd managed to open a gallery of pictures stored on the phone. "What are these?"
"Phones take pictures now."
"Who's that?"
Dave allowed him to go through the gallery, telling him who various people were, hoping it would make it harder to hurt him or Taylor if he saw more of Dave's life outside of this room. Nicky's eyebrows dipped in confusion at the latest picture. He showed it to Dave. "Is that me?"
Nicky was showing him a photo of Taylor backstage before one of their 2015 shows. Taylor had found a couple pairs of tight leggings that he thought were so comfortable that he wanted to wear them on stage. The only problem was he insisted on wearing them without any underwear, which caused the pants to gleefully show off his balls. The corners of Dave's mouth twitched as he tried to keep from laughing. "Yup."
Nicky looked at Taylor's lower half in the tiger-striped leggings. "You let me go out in public in ball-hugging tights?"
"They're leggings, and he wore them on stage! And I ain't Taylor's mom. He's a grown man. Dude can wear what he wants."
Nicky showed him the picture again. "On stage?"
Dave just laughed.
"Ball-hugging hot pants and he wears them in front of thousands of people," Nicky said with a grin. "Taylor seems like a real character. Bad taste in clothes sometimes, but a fun guy."
Dave just laughed again, harder. He was stopped cold when the phone began to ring.
Nicky didn't know what was happening because Dave's ringtone was "Tom Sawyer" by Rush. He wasn't used to this meaning that a phone was ringing. Showing Dave the screen, he asked, "What does it mean when it plays music?"
The screen said JORDYN CALLING.
"It's my wife." He quickly explained how to answer the phone and put it on speaker. "Be cool. You're Taylor."
"If you try to signal her that anything's wrong - "
"I won't, but she will think something is wrong if I don't answer. Answer it!"
Nicky did as Dave had instructed. "Hey babe," Dave called into the phone.
"Hi honey. I've already called you twice. Where have you been?"
"I'm sorry. Taylor and I slept in. You know us, up late as always." He glared at Nicky. "Say hi, Tee."
Nicky jumped like he'd been startled, then recovered. "He~ey," he sing-songed.
"Hi Taylor. So how did your séance go?"
"Oh, not so well. Nothing happened," Dave lied. "Guess the ghost didn't want to talk. We're going to try again tonight."
"Sounds like you're having fun," Jordyn said with a giggle.
"Fun? Oh sure, it's a barrel of laughs here. We shoulda just came to Hawaii with you guys." Dave sighed. Hearing her voice was making him sad. What if he never saw her again? "Are the girls having fun?"
They talked about all the activities the kids were doing in the beautiful Hawaiian sun on the gorgeous Hawaiian beaches. Dave wished he and Taylor had just gone to Hawaii on Saturday with their families. If they had, he wouldn't be handcuffed to a piece of furniture now, wondering if he was going to make it out of this without being raped or killed. After a few minutes of listening to this, Nicky was bored, but he still held the phone up for Dave, trying to signal to him that he should wrap it up.
"I miss you sooo much, babe. I wish I was there, really I do."
"But you wanted to work on that song with Taylor and Chris too, right? You staying there 'til Wednesday wasn't just about getting in touch with the ghost," Jordyn reminded him. "Stay and finish the song. You'll be totally distracted by work if you come to Hawaii now."
Dave tried to keep the sadness out of his voice as he admitted she was right. He had to; she'd be suspicious otherwise. "I know. I just miss you is all."
"Awww. It's nice to be loved."
"And I do love you."
"Listen to you, being all romantic," Jordyn cooed. "I love you too, Dave."
Nicky rolled his eyes.
"Give my love to the girls."
"I will. I'll try to tear them away from their activities long enough to... What? Oh sure."
"Jordyn?" Dave said.
A different voice came on the line. "Oliver Taylor Hawkins, why aren't you answering your phone?"
Dave's eyes went wide. "Your wife," he mouthed.
Looking alarmed, Nicky tried to remember her name. Dave had told him her name. Was it...? "Oh, hey hon. Sorry. I forgot to recharge the battery and it went dead."
Dave mouthed, "Alison." He would have also given Nicky a thumbs up for coming up with a great explanation on the fly, but no one could have seen his thumbs when they were practically under the chaise.
Nicky looked confused; he couldn't tell what Dave was trying to say.
"You goof. Are you charging it now?" Alison asked.
"Most definitely."
"Good. I sent you a video of Shane waterskiing for the first time and he's so excited for you to see it."
Trying to save Nicky a bit, Dave cut in with, "Waterskiing, wow, that's pretty great, Alison. Tell him that's awesome."
"Yeah, Ali, tell him that's really cool."
Dave winced.
Not sure why Dave was reacting that way, Nicky continued, "I promise I'll watch the video as soon as... my phone is charged?" He wasn't even sure if that's how it worked.
Alison paused, then said, "Okay. He'll be waiting for a call from his daddy, so don't you guys get busy and forget."
"I'll make sure he doesn't forget," Dave promised, knowing that promise would probably be broken. If Nicky was going to screw up this fast, how could he be trusted to talk to Taylor's son?
"Thank you, Dave." Alison paused like she was waiting for something. Then she added, "Well, you seem busy. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
Seeming relieved, Nicky said, "Okay, bye." When Dave gaped at him, he hurriedly added, "Love you, Ali. Love to the kids."
"Love you too." She hung up.
Dave thumped his head against the chaise lounge in frustration. "Why did you keep calling her Ali?"
Taken aback, Nicky swallowed down a lump of apprehension. "Taylor doesn't call her Ali?"
"Nobody calls her Ali. She's always been just Alison." With a sigh, he continued, "You didn't ask about the other kids, either. Taylor and Alison have three kids."
"Oh... I guess I could have studied all this a little harder. I just never thought it would come up." Suddenly, he snickered. "His first name really is Oliver?"
If Dave could have hit him with something, he would. "Would you get serious?"
He went on snickering. "Hello Ollie."
Dave lightly kicked him in the side. "If you make them too suspicious, they're going to send someone over here to check on us. You don't want that, do you?" Dave wasn't sure if he wanted it or not. It could be a chance to be rescued... but it also was a chance for someone else to be hurt.
Nicky shook his head. "Should we call them back?"
"No, you might make it worse. Let's just leave well enough alone."
Sheepish, Nicky asked, "Do you want me to put your phone on the battery thingie too?"
"Yeah, for a couple hours."
It had been a harrowing, exhausting morning, and it wasn't even lunchtime yet. Dave thought about what the imp had said about having a beer with breakfast. He didn't want to do what the little fucker said, but he really needed a beer. It wasn't breakfast anymore either. "Nicky, can I have a beer?"
"Okay, sure."
"And will you put on the TV for a little while?"
An hour later, Nicky was upstairs somewhere cleaning while Dave watched some TV, trying not to worry about what might happen next. Just what were Nicky's plans here? Keep fucking around 'til he was ready to... what?
Nicky had said he was the type to clean obsessively when he was nervous, and the call with Alison had made him nervous. Currently he was up there in a room where Dave couldn't hear him, cleaning stuff, whatever. If it kept him happy and non-homicidal, Dave was all for it.
He heard the back door into the kitchen open. "Hey Dave? Taylor?"
All at once, Dave realized what was about to happen. He remembered something Jordyn had said.
But you wanted to work on that song with Taylor and Chris too, right?
CHRIS.
He was still in town. They were going to work on a song, but Chris wasn't supposed to come over until Monday. He was here now, about to walk into a time bomb named Nicky.
The first thing Dave was concerned about was Chris's safety. Nicky had no use for him. It was doubtful Nicky would do anything but kill Chris as soon as he could.
Dave hoped he could take control of this situation before anyone got hurt. "Chris! Run! Get out of here! Taylor's not himself, he'll kill you!"
"...Dave?" He could hear Chris walking across the kitchen toward the stairs.
"No, don't come down here! Get out of here, please! Taylor will kill you! He's not Taylor!"
"What the hell are you - " Chris grunted hard, like the wind had been knocked out of him. This sound was accompanied by Taylor making a similar noise.
But as Dave had said, he wasn't Taylor.
They slammed into the wall. Dave gasped; his worst nightmare of this scenario was coming true. "No, God, Nicky, let him go! Don't hurt him!"
"Taylor, what the fuck are you doing?! What's wrong with you?" This was followed by more sounds Dave would characterize as fighting noises. Grunting, punching, cries of pain. "Taylor, stop!" Something made of glass shattered, and Chris yelped.
"Stop! Leave him alone!" Dave struggled with the handcuffs, knowing it was pointless but unable to do anything else.
A kitchen chair fell over, and the next thing Dave knew, Nicky had let out a growl of anger and effort and Chris came tumbling down the stairs. Chris lay there, dazed, breathing hard, bleeding from a gash in his forehead, as Nicky came running down the stairs after him.
Dave's heart hammered in his chest. "Noooo, no, please let him go! Let him go!"
Efficient and prepared, Nicky grabbed Chris by the wrists and dragged him over to the couch. Chris had just begun to shake off his trip down the stairs; he looked up at who he thought was Taylor and said, "Taylor... what are you... doing?"
Nicky kept going, using all of his strength to drag-lift Chris up onto the couch. He surprised even Dave by producing a set of handcuffs from his back, tucked into the waistband of his jeans (his shirt had hidden them), and cuffing Chris's wrists around the bar that ran the length of the room, the bar that was bolted to the wall. Then he removed Taylor's shirt and sat on Chris's midsection, putting the rolled up shirt to Chris's bleeding forehead.
He was applying direct pressure to Chris's gash? This hardly seemed like someone who was ready to kill. Still, Dave didn't want the inevitable to happen to Chris. Nicky didn't even know who he was. "Nicky, please, he's not involved. Let him go."
"What the hell is going on?" Chris asked, looking up at the T-shirt pressed to his head.
Panting, Nicky chilled Dave to the bone by grinning mischievously. "Do you think I'm stupid? If I let him go, he'll come back with the police." Nicky suddenly started yelling. "DO YOU THINK I GOT AWAY WITH THIS FOR OVER TEN YEARS WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT I'M DOING?!" And he laughed, evil, feral.
Author's Notes: Just had to say, I know it's very unlikely there would be this many bisexual guys in one grouping, but I really like to write my RPS as close to the truth as possible, with real life spouses and such. I also really like threesomes, moresomes, and love triangles, writing and reading them. If you're reading this, I'm assuming you're suspending your disbelief with me and believing there are multiple bisexual Foos as well as a bi Kurt.
As far as this story is concerned, Kurt Cobain committed suicide.
I added Chris to the story for two reasons. One, so Dave would have someone to talk to outside the mindscape who isn't a psycho nutjob. And two, because of this one Chevy Metal video I watched on YouTube. They were playing "The Stroke" by Billy Squire, and there's a part that is originally played on the keyboard (I think) that Chris plays on the guitar. There was something so sexy about it that I really wanted to include him in the fanfic. :D
I promise, nothing bad will happen to any of the cats in this story, no matter what Nicky threatens.
Chp 8: Long Road to Ruin
Word Count: 3,997
Everything happened so fast.
They all took a minute to process what had just taken place. It was Chris who spoke first. "Okay... what the fuck is going on? When Alison said you were acting strange, she wasn't kidding."
Dave rolled his eyes. "So that's why you're here? Alison asked you to check on us?"
"Technically, it was Cara, but Alison asked her to call me."
Dave imagined all their wives chatting out by the hotel pool, trying to figure out what was going on here from all those miles away. This was the only way they had of finding out. Getting on a plane and coming home would be complicated with the huge brood of children and grandparents they had out there in Hawaii. Besides, they had no idea just how serious things were here, how much danger everyone was in. "I knew it." He looked at Nicky. "Your screwup on the phone brought him here."
Nicky shrugged.
"That's all you've got to say?"
Now he grinned. "It's okay. I can handle this."
"Oh really? Now you've got two grown men to control."
Chris cut in again. "Guys? What... the hell... is going... ON?!"
Dave felt sorry for him. Chris really had no idea what he'd walked into. "You remember me telling you I had a ghost in my house? How it came in with the statue?" He nodded to the painted mannequin against the wall near Chris's head.
"Uh huh?"
"Meet the ghost," Dave finished, and gestured with his eyes to Taylor.
Nicky looked at Chris and wiggled his eyebrows.
"Huh?"
Sighing, Dave tried to explain better. "Chris, we contacted the ghost with a Ouija board and it possessed Taylor. Taylor's been sedated somehow; the ghost is in control of his body."
Chris laughed. "That's not possible."
"I didn't think so either, but would Taylor attack you and throw you down the stairs? Look at his eyes."
Peeking from under the shirt still held to his forehead, Chris looked; Nicky opened his eyes wide for him. "Oh hell. Taylor's eyes aren't blue, are they?"
Dave shook his head.
Trying to take it all in, Chris eventually said, "Well fuck. No wonder he seemed weird on the phone."
"Nicky, look at me," Dave commanded. Nicky did, a mischievous grin on his face. "You can't hurt him." When Nicky said nothing in reply, Dave began to plead for Chris's life. "Please don't hurt my friend."
"I don't want to hurt him yet," Nicky replied, looking at the wound on Chris's head. "If you screw up again, and I have to blow Taylor's head off.." He patted Chris's chest with his free hand. "...I have a spare." And he snickered like this was incredibly funny to him.
Chris wasn't sure he understood all that, but he still looked horrified, with wide, trapped eyes, in reaction to the part about blowing Taylor's head off.
Laying his head back on the chaise, Dave sighed again. "You are an evil little fuckhead, you know that?"
Nicky smiled so big, he showed most of Taylor's teeth. "I know." He checked Chris's head one last time. "I don't think this will need stitches. You got any butterfly bandages?"
Closing his eyes, Dave shrugged.
"I'll check. Don't you two go anywhere." Nicky chuckled his way up the stairs.
Frustrated and worried, Dave raised his head and said, "Oh God, Shiflett, I wish you hadn't come over here. I wish you weren't involved in this at all."
"Dave... who is this ghost?"
He had to laugh. "Like this doesn't sound crazy enough already. Does the name Austin Nicholas Kelly mean anything to you?"
Chris thought about it. "Wasn't he a mass murderer or something? Some guy killed him in prison and they think he was paid to do it by the father of one of Kelly's victims, but they couldn't prove it?"
"You're on the right track, but he was a serial killer."
"Oh, right." An extreme look of panic and horror came to Chris's face; he was all eyes. "That's who is possessing Taylor? A serial killer?!"
Dave nodded. "I'm so sorry, Chris. I'm sorry you walked into this. I never should have let him talk to Alison. I should have known he would slip up."
Chris didn't seem to be so concerned with how he got there. Looking out for the welfare of Dave and Taylor was just part of his life, his friendship with them. Instead, he asked a question that to him seemed obvious. "How did the ghost of a serial killer get in that statue?"
For his own part, Dave hadn't even considered that. "That's a good question."
As if on cue, Nicky came back downstairs with a box of butterfly bandages. "Found some. I guess when you have kids, you gotta have a medicine cabinet stocked with all kinds of Band-Aids."
When Nicky came at him with the first bandage, Chris shrunk into the couch, trying to get away from the serial killer. "Oh come on," Nicky said. "If I was trying to hurt you, would I be putting these bandages on your head? Relax."
Chris tried to, but he mumbled, "You just brained me with a beer bottle and threw me down the stairs."
A ripple of anger passed over Nicky's face. "Just shut up and lie still."
Dave watched him use the bandages to close Chris's wound with the care of someone who had medical training. It was ironic, that a person who had spent all that time in medical school would wind up taking lives. "Nicky, how did your soul get in the statue?"
Nicky stopped moving for a few seconds, as if the question had literally stopped the working of his brain. Then he shrugged and opened another bandage. "I dunno. I spent a lot of years in Hell, and then one day, I was just looking out of the statue's eyes."
Dave had spent enough time around children and drug addicts to know what the body language of lying looked like. "I don't think you're telling me the truth. I think you know more."
"I don't care what you think," Nicky said quite clearly, and looked Dave in the eye. Dave couldn't help but shudder. He kept trying to exert dominance in this... relationship?... and Nicky kept pushing him back down. "If I did know more, do you think I'd tell you?" His tone became condescending and sarcastic. "Here's all the information you need to know about how I got here. Please put me back in. Yeah, right."
So there was a way to put him back in the statue? Dave became very quiet, attempting to figure this whole thing out.
"Okay, that looks good." Nicky considered his handiwork on Chris's head with pride. "Should heal with minimal scarring. Now, apparently, you're Chris, as that what Dave called you... you can just call me Nicky. You're in the Foo Fighters too..." He snapped a few times as if trying to remember something. "You play... guitar? No, Pat plays guitar."
"I also play guitar."
Nicky looked confused. "But doesn't Dave also play...? This band has three guitarists?"
Both Chris and Dave nodded.
"Isn't that a bit excessive?"
Chris and Dave both shrugged. "I like the sound it creates," Dave added.
Nicky smiled knowingly to himself. The band didn't need all those guitarists, he thought. Dave just liked these people too much to fire anybody. These guys were his closest friends. They were special to him, and because of that, they all made good bargaining chips for Nicky to keep Dave compliant. "Well... I better go clean up the mess in the kitchen."
Once Nicky had made his way upstairs, Dave remarked, "You ever want to get rid of that guy, just make a mess somewhere."
"Dave, what does he know about the band? Didn't he die a really long time ago?"
"Earlier today, he found the pictures on my phone, and I told him who everyone was."
"But, is he conscious of who you are?" Chris asked.
"Well, yeah. When he was alive, he was a really big fan of Nirvana," Dave replied.
"The fuck?" Chris exclaimed. "First, he's not a regular person, he's a serial killer. Then he's a fan of Nirvana, and he winds up in your house. Isn't that a strange coincidence?"
Shrugging, Dave said, "It is, but fuck all if I can make sense of it. Taylor made the same point, by the way. During the séance. Nicky recognized me and Tee said it was a weird coincidence. But how can it be anything but a coincidence?"
Chris sighed. "So what do we do now? Cara is expecting me to call her back."
"Shiflett... I've been trying to get away for hours now, but Nicky keeps threatening to shoot Taylor in the head if I act up. That's what he meant, when he said you'd be his spare. If I screw up and he shoots Taylor, he'll possess you next."
Chris recoiled deeper into the couch. "But I don't want to be possessed!"
"I'm going to do every last thing I can to keep that from happening. If Taylor dies because of me..." He stopped as a wave of emotion choked him for a moment. "But you have to do what he says too. You have to let him help you call Cara and tell her everything's okay, that Taylor's sick and that's why he was acting weird, and he's taking a nap now. If they think something is really wrong and send another person over here, someone else is going to be hurt. Maybe killed. It could be Taylor. It could be one of us. Even if the police are sent, Nicky is not going down easily. I mean, the guy has nothing to lose. He's already dead."
"But, if we're not going to try to get help, how are we going to get out of this?" Chris asked.
Dave lowered his voice to a whisper. "Either one of us has got to overpower him when we have a chance, without Taylor getting hurt, or we have to figure out how to wake up Taylor."
Dave jumped, his face alarmed, as he heard Nicky coming down the stairs. "Pss pss pss, so much whispering," he said, a beer in his hand. He had put on a new shirt. "Your wife sent you over here, right? So we need to call her?"
Dave quickly laid out his plan to get the wives to calm down.
"Sounds good. Let's do it." He turned to Chris. "Where's your phone?"
Chris squirmed a bit as Nicky dug around under him, looking for the back pocket where he'd said his phone would be. He especially squirmed because Nicky insisted on looking for the phone by putting both arms around his waist and rooting around with shameless hands. "Ah, here it is." Nicky pulled out the phone, but still hovered near Chris's body. This was fun, making the guy uncomfortable. He looked into Chris's face. "You have very pretty eyes."
Chris's eyes darted about as if this whole exchange felt awkward to him. "Uh, thanks," he mumbled.
There was something in this reaction that spoke volumes. Nicky could feel it. Being groped for his phone hadn't freaked him out nearly as much as one would think; in fact, the guy had started to tremble a little, as if maybe he liked it. The expression on Chris's face certainly didn't look scared, not right now, anyway. Nicky couldn't wait to get to the bottom of this one. Perhaps there was something there he could use to make Dave jealous. Maybe that's what he needed to get over his reservations.
Nicky looked over at Dave. Dave had been watching them, but now he looked away, trying to seem casual. Ahhhh... no matter who was in control of this body, they still saw Taylor, felt Taylor, thought of Taylor... and wanted Taylor? It was only when they were reminded who was in charge that they remembered. That was okay. Dave would learn soon enough how this arrangement was going to work.
In the meantime, Nicky could have him some fun.
They made the call to Cara, which went smoothly enough that all the wives said to tell Taylor to feel better and get some rest. When it was done, Nicky confiscated the phone with a grin. "Well... looks like we've got ourselves a party here. Should I be expecting anymore people today? You got a gardener or a nanny coming over?"
"Not that I know of," Dave replied. "Everybody else is in Hawaii. I wouldn't go by Taylor's house, though. He's got somebody coming in every day to feed his dogs."
"Alright, then. I wanna have a good time tonight," Nicky declared, and clapped his hands loudly. "We need movies. There have been two movies made about me. I want to see them again." He turned to Dave. "You have a Blockbuster Video card, don't you?"
Dave explained to him about the demise of Blockbuster Video, the existence of Red Box, and other ways to see movies besides renting them. Nicky seemed to want to do what he was used to, and prepared to go out to a Red Box to get the movies. Chris had already begun to squirm again, seeming uncomfortable.
"Just how long are you going to keep us chained up like this?" he finally asked.
Dave swallowed hard. It was better not to press Nicky, to remind him that the clock was ticking. What would he do when time ran out?
With a dangerous grin, Nicky sat on the very edge of the couch and wiggled a finger in Chris's face to annoy him. "As long as I feel like. That okay with you?"
Chris tried to laugh it off. "Uh, sure. Sure." There was nothing else he could do.
"Good. Anybody gotta pee before I go?"
They both did, and was that ever an awkward bit of business for Dave and Chris and a fun bit for Nicky. If they didn't like that, they were going to hate the next part. "While I'm gone, I'm going to give you both half a Morphecil. It'll put you to sleep for a couple hours. I can't have you talking too much while I'm gone. Planning things."
Shaking his head, Dave protested, "Nicky, you can't keep drugging people. You're not a doctor. You're gonna overdose us."
"No, I'm a nurse, the actual person who administers the medicine in the hospital. I know what I'm doing." Nicky took the bottle out of his pocket and went to open the beer he had brought.
Chris tried not to panic. "What's Morphecil?"
"It's the tranquilizer the doctor gave me when I couldn't sleep," Dave explained.
"You're going to have to be more specific. You never sleep."
"Haha, Shiflett. It was about a year ago."
"Oh, then those pills are expired." Chris eyed the bottle in Nicky's hand. "I don't want to take someone else's expired medicine."
"Trust me, they still work," Nicky assured.
Dave cringed.
"But, they'll knock me out." Chris pulled at the handcuffs, wriggling on the couch. "I don't want to be knocked out."
Here's where they stopped seeing him as Taylor and easily remembered he was Nicky. "I don't care what you want." Nicky took a little contraption he'd picked up at the drug store out of his pocket and used it to cut the pill in half. "You'll only be out for a short time."
Dave almost said, "He's only going to suck your dick while you're asleep," to be sarcastic, but decided against it. Chris didn't know about all the sexual stuff they'd done.
Why did he think Chris didn't know about that yet?
When Nicky came at him with the pill, Chris struggled, pushing himself up the couch. "No, no, I don't want that."
"Chris, don't fight! It's okay, just take it," Dave said. It was no use, Nicky was going to get what he wanted one way or another, and Chris could get hurt if he protested.
Chris was panicking too much to stop. Nicky climbed on the couch and straddled Chris's waist, sitting on him. He was chuckling. Chris struggled to get out from under him, but there was nowhere to go. Nicky rode the bucking bronco for a short time, enjoying it, before leaning down and taking hold of Chris's face. "Take the damn pill, or I'll get Dave's gun and blow Taylor's head off. Do you want to be responsible for that? Do you want to explain that to his kids? 'I'm sorry, I was afraid to take a pill.' Huh?"
"Okay, don't hurt anyone, okay? I'll take the pill," Chris agreed, his face alarmed. He allowed Nicky to put the half pill in his mouth and give him a swig of beer to wash it down. Nicky insisted he take a few more swallows.
"There we go. That wasn't so hard." Out of nowhere, he leaned in and whispered in Chris's ear. "You like Taylor, don't you? You gotta little thing for him? Hm?" And he kissed the ear, making Chris quiver.
Chris willed himself not to moan out loud at the shockwave that moved through him in reaction. "No," he replied.
"Liar." Nicky grinned from ear to ear as he got up and off of Chris.
Dave was staring at them, unsure what had just happened. This was fun, Nicky thought. Not wanting to leave him out, Nicky swung a leg over Dave and straddled him too, offering him the pill. Dave squirmed under him, one eye on Chris. What would he think?
"Here's yours," Nicky said, and placed the pill on Dave's waiting tongue.
"Alcohol intensifies the effect, right?" Dave said after swallowing down the pill with a few extra swigs of beer.
Nicky nodded. "That's my boy."
He got up and prepared to leave, causing Dave to suddenly call after him with alarm. "Wait, you can't go!"
"Why not?"
"Because... because you might encounter someone. You might... I can't see what you're doing when you're not here, and..." He couldn't keep his composure anymore. "Please, please don't hurt anyone."
"What? Why are you even saying that to me?"
"Because... you... you killed people."
Nicky scoffed. "You think I'm an idiot or something? I just kill anyone I can get my hands on? I may be a 'serial killer,'" He accentuated the words by making air quotes with his fingers. "...but that doesn't mean I'm not discerning. I have a type. I only do it when it's necessary. Anyway, I'm not dumb enough to kill any guy I come upon. You think I want to go back to prison?" Clearly, Dave's concerns made him quite angry. Nicky continued, "If I wanted to kill someone, there isn't a goddamn thing you could do to stop me, so stop acting like you're in control here. I call the shots, not you, not..." Looking at Chris, he snapped his fingers a few times.
He eventually said, "...Chris."
Nicky gave a nod and finished his thought, "...not Chris, and definitely not Taylor. You get that through your thick skull." With that, Nicky went up the stairs and left the house.
Dave was just beginning to feel the effects of the drug. He giggled. "He forgot your name," he said to Chris.
Chris looked over at him. "I'm starting to feel really warm," he said. "Like, good warm. Is that normal?"
"Yeah." This was definitely happening much slower than the last time. Nicky must've given him at least two pills before. "It feels good, huh?"
"It does." They were quiet for a short time. Then Chris asked, "Dave, what's going to happen to us?"
"We're gonna get out of this somehow. You, me, and Taylor." But did he even believe it himself? "Chris, what if... what if he hurts someone while he's out? Taylor would be the one who would get in trouble."
Chris brought up a possibility that only he had considered. "What if... well, what if he's not possessed? Did you ever think maybe Taylor just... you know, kind of flipped his lid? Maybe he's sick, man."
Shaking his head, Dave replied, "No, dude. You saw his eyes. Sometimes they switch between blue and brown, rapidly. That's not normal. That's not mental illness." He sighed. "That's supernatural."
"When do they switch like that? I want to see it."
Dave had no idea what to say. "I don't know how to explain it," he finally said. His voice broke as he voiced more of his fears. "What if the girls get really worried about us and come home? What would Nicky do to my wife if she walked in here?"
"Dave, don't do that," Chris scolded. "Don't start worrying about shit that most likely will not happen. Okay? I need you to keep your head about you. We have to keep our heads and stick together."
Since this whole thing started, Dave hadn't had someone to pour out all of his fears to, except maybe Kurt. Now he had trouble stopping. "Nobody's ever going to believe this, man. If Nicky kills someone, Taylor will be blamed and his life will be ruined. No one will believe a ghost did it."
"Dave? Stop it. You heard him. This guy doesn't want to go back to prison. He just wants to have a good time."
"He wants his life back," Dave added. Laying his head back on the chaise lounge, he sighed and closed his eyes. "Nicky wants to return to life. To use Taylor's body to do whatever he wants. And take whatever he wants."
Biting his bottom lip, Chris thought this would be a good time to voice his own concerns, since Dave had mentioned Nicky taking what he wanted. "Dave, I think he kinda... kinda wants to take... uh... I think he wants to fuck us."
Dave had to laugh. "Yeah. I don't know about you, but he's already... um, expressed his intention to fuck his favorite member of Nirvana, yeah."
"Oh, God... before he left, he asked me if I had a thing for Taylor, and kissed my ear. Dave, what are we gonna do?"
Dave said nothing for several long moments. Finally, he answered, "I don't know, Chris. I think it could get really awkward in here before the night is over. But we just gotta do what we have to to survive."
They both fell silent, each wondering what they would do, how they would handle it, when Nicky inevitably climbed on top of them again. And they fell asleep.
Kurt met them in the mindscape.
Notes: I recently found a picture of Dave on vacation... in Hawaii... with his family... on Spring Break. :O It's a few years old, but it has actually happened. I just picked Hawaii because it's so damn beautiful.
Chps 9-10
Rating: Adult17+
Word Count: 44,430 so far, 13 of ? chapters completed
Chapters in this Post: 7-8
Category: Slash, Horror
Pairings: Dave Grohl/Taylor Hawkins, Taylor Hawkins/Chris Shiflett, Kurt Cobain/Dave Grohl, Surprise Pairing
Summary: After several scary encounters in his home, Dave is convinced the ghost from his Seattle house followed him to his current one. He enlists the help of Taylor and a Ouija board to try to get to the bottom of things, but it only results in one of them being possessed by the thing in the house. The very dangerous thing in the house.
Warnings: Some of the sex scenes have dubious consent issues because one of the persons involved is possessed by a ghost and not fully in control of himself at the time. At least two sex acts are non-con or attempted non-con. Everyone is married to their real life spouse in a semi-open marriage (this will be discussed in the story). Language (lotsa F-bombs; this is Dave and Taylor we're talking about). Horror elements.
Author's Notes: Will be noted as we go along.
Disclaimer: This story is fictional, which means that while the characters may be loosely based on the public personas of real people, the story itself is completely ungrounded from reality and is in no way meant to reflect the private lives, actual practices, or activities of any persons named. (Modified from the disclaimer at Rockfic.com.)
Chapter 7: Bridge Burning
Word Count: 4,186
Nicky taunted and ranted at Dave a while longer, pointing out how badly he could have hurt Taylor by slamming his head into the brass headboard, but it all sounded like a voice from down inside a tunnel. All Dave could focus on at the moment was his pulse beating in his ears and the realization that Nicky was about to rape him using Taylor's body.
"If you ever do something like that again, I may not punish you next time. I may just disfigure Taylor's face, or string up your cat and - "
Catching some of this, Dave struggled underneath him, begging, "No, don't hurt anyone else! Leave Oogly alone, please! I'm the one who did it! Don't hurt Taylor for something I did."
Nicky snickered. "Oogly? That's adorable." He dropped kisses on the back of Dave's neck. "Your fear is even sexier than your anger."
Dave knew it. The guy didn't just want his love. He also got off on flaunting his power over a captive victim. His body began to shake.
Now kissing his shoulder, Nicky purred, "Are you still hard? Be honest."
"Sort of," Dave replied. He could feel his dick rubbing against the sheets and yes, it was still a bit erect. No, he didn't want to react that way to what Nicky was about to do to him. If Dave could will himself not to get any more aroused, he had to try.
But Nicky, of course, had other ideas. "What can we do to get you as hard and excited as you were when you masturbated for me? Hm? Does the idea of me fucking you actually get you all hot and bothered?" Dropping kisses along Dave's spine, he parted his quivering cheeks with his fingers. "Mmm, you got yourself all clean for me," Nicky breathed, and ran his tongue around the rim of Dave's puckered hole.
At first, Dave jerked in surprise, but within seconds, he buried his face in the pillow so Nicky couldn't hear him moan. He and Kurt always referred to this as rimming, although it had other names, and they had both loved doing it to each other. Years ago, after his divorce from his first wife, Dave had gotten drunk and picked up a cute blonde guy in a record store, who had agreed to rim him until he came. The guy had begged to be fucked, and Dave had done it, but it just didn't feel enough like the old days, and although he came inside the guy, he had left feeling unsatisfied. As Nicky moved Taylor's tongue ever so slowly over that sensitive area, Dave couldn't help but rub his cock against the bedsheets.
Nicky noticed the subtle, slow movement of Dave's hips. "Oh, you like it, huh?" He reached up and took a handful of Dave's long hair in his fist, lifting his head. Dave hissed. "I want to hear you. Keep your face out of the pillow."
"Please don't make me do this."
"So you don't want your punishment? You'd rather I get the razor and go find Oogly?"
Sighing, Dave laid his head on his upturned arm. "Fine. I won't bury my face in the pillow."
"Good boy." Nicky began to lick him again.
Dave tried very hard not to rub himself off on the sheets, but it just felt too good. Trying to use more of Kurt's advice, he imagined it was Kurt rimming him, it was Taylor, they were taking turns. His hips moved a little more aggressively by the minute. Dave didn't realize how much he was moaning until Nicky stopped and remarked, "Damn. You make the most intoxicating sounds."
Dave heard him open the bottle of lubricant. Shortly after, a lubed finger slid up inside him and touched that sweet spot he liked so much. Dave almost screamed in pleasure. He couldn't bring himself to ask Jordyn to do this very often, but he did love it. Dave didn't have to see Nicky to know he was grinning.
This went on for several minutes, Nicky working in more and more lube. Dave couldn't stop rubbing against the sheets; he was close. All at once, he realized the finger was gone, and Nicky was panting and taking off Taylor's clothes. Oh, God. Could he pretend it was Kurt or Taylor on his back? Nicky had already taken so much from his possible first experiences with Taylor - he didn't want this taken from him too.
"No, don't, please," Dave pleaded.
"I can't stop now. You are too fucking hot." Dave felt hands easing him open, and then the head of Taylor's cock was against the entrance to him. Nicky breathed out slowly, rocking against him. His cock began to breach him very slowly, just barely opening him up. Dave hissed. He couldn't feel the pain yet, but he knew it was coming any second. "Ohhh, it's been so long, so long," Nicky whispered.
Dave cried out in his head, hoping someone would hear him. Kurt, I really screwed up. Please help me! If there's anything you can do, please get me out of this.
An answer came, but it sounded far away. Cry, Kurt's voice commanded. It will make him stop.
What?
CRY. Images were forced into Dave's head of people he loved in pain, in horrible situations, things he never wanted to see. Tears instantly sprang up in his eyes. He felt Nicky rocking against him again, felt him sliding forward, and Dave burst into tears.
"Stop, please stop, no more!" he cried.
Gasping, Nicky pulled back, and turned Dave over. This caused his arms to cross over one another, but it wasn't painful. The look of horror on Nicky's face... Kurt's advice had paid off. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, don't cry." He kissed Dave's face all over.
Dave saw a bruise coming up on Taylor's forehead, near his temple. Knowing that he had really hurt Taylor in his bungled attempt to escape only made him cry harder.
Nicky's blue eyes widened and then filled with sorrow. "Oh, please don't cry. I'm sorry, baby." He hugged Dave, continuing to kiss away his tears, then laying his head on his chest. "I went too far, please forgive me."
How ironic that a minute ago, Nicky had been determined to punish him, and now, he was apologizing to Dave for it. Crying was a weakness for the psycho; this was useful information. Thanks, Kurt.
What Nicky did next was quite the surprise. Dave was trying to stop crying, but once he got started, it took time to turn off the faucet. Nicky said, "Don't cry, baby, I only want you to feel pleasure," and, in an effort to prove what he'd just said, quickly took Dave's cock in his mouth and began to suck it.
The action was so unexpected, it made him quiver all over, hard, and huff out a loud, shaky breath. Already close, Dave moaned and threw his head back, closing his eyes. When he looked down a minute later, he saw blue eyes looking up at him, head bobbing up and down, hoping for his approval. Although the eyes were the wrong shade, it was easy to pretend they were Kurt's eyes, and remember.
But that wasn't really right. The eyes were in Taylor's face, and Kurt and Taylor were not interchangeable. Taylor had been compared to Kurt, had been called his replacement in Dave's life, had even been insinuated to only be in the band because he reminded Dave of Kurt, but none of those things were true. Taylor was his own person with his own talents, and he didn't deserve to be thought of as a Kurt clone. They didn't even look alike, save for the blonde hair. Dave put thoughts of Kurt out of his head as he looked down at Taylor's face, Taylor's lips wrapped around his dick, obscenely taking him all the way in. His eyes began to switch from blue to brown and back again.
Maybe he hadn't lost Nicky's trust after all. Maybe the ghost could still be seduced and manipulated. As Dave felt himself about to cum, he laid his cheek against his raised arm, eyes closed again, and moaned, "Oh Nicky," before cumming in his mouth.
Nicky swallowed it all down. When Dave opened his eyes, he saw those lovesick blue eyes looking back at him before Nicky nearly pounced on him, giving him several passionate kisses. He looked as if he might start crying too, eyes dewy, as he wiped the tears from Dave's face with his thumbs. "I love you, Dave Grohl," he said with a sniffle. "I think you may be starting to love me too."
Oh, this guy was totally loony toons. But let him think it, it could keep Dave alive.
Nicky kissed him a few more times before saying, "I am more turned on than ever. Can I have a blowjob too?"
Just relieved he didn't go back to demanding a fuck, Dave nodded. Nicky helped him sit up a bit and then got on his knees before him, fucking Dave's mouth.
This being the first time Dave ever gave Taylor a blowjob, he hoped Taylor was awake enough to enjoy it. Another experience with Taylor that Nicky was stealing from him. Closing his eyes, Dave fantasized it was only Taylor in there, as Kurt had suggested. He did all that he could to revive the techniques he used with Kurt all those years ago, the ones that made him growl and grab Dave's head, pulling his hair a little as Dave sucked his cock.
At one point, he opened his eyes and looked up at Taylor's face to see what color his eyes were. The face was a mask of ecstacy, eyes closed and lips slightly open. "Dave, oh yes," he moaned.
Pulling his head back, Dave concentrated on the head of the cock, licking the underside. The sounds coming out of Taylor's mouth became more high pitched and desperate. As it was with many men, the spot Dave was licking was extra sensitive. Dave let Taylor's cock drop from his mouth. Nicky looked down at him, confused.
It wasn't just Nicky gazing down at him. The eyes were changing from blue to brown and back. Dave sighed with relief. He wanted Taylor to feel every bit of this. "Woops," he said, and tried to chase the dangling cock with his mouth.
So turned on, Nicky guided the hard member back into Dave's mouth. He put a hand against the wall to brace and began to rock faster in and out of Dave's mouth, his moans reaching a new level of needy. Full of rasp and smoke, those sounds were pure Taylor. When he came, he cradled Dave's head in his hands, and howled. Dave swallowed, enjoying the giving as much as the receiving when Taylor was involved.
When Nicky used his usual safeguards in taking Dave back to the art room, Dave did not fight him. He would choose his moments to attempt to escape better. He did, however, ask why they couldn't stay in the bedroom.
"It's easier keeping track of things with you down here," Nicky replied. He didn't explain any more than that, but Dave thought he knew what he meant. Only one path of escape.
Chained down to the chaise lounge, wearing clean boxer shorts and nothing else, Dave started in on the seduction again. "Can I see what you looked like? It's been a long time since I last saw you on TV."
"How am I supposed to show you that?"
"We can look on my phone." Maybe he could trick Nicky into calling for help. "Where did you put it?"
"Is that really a phone? They've come a long way." Nicky ran up the stairs and brought back both Dave and Taylor's phones. "I don't think this one is working."
"It just needs to be charged. They run on batteries." Luckily, Dave's phone still had some power. "After we're done, you should put them both on their chargers." He explained how to use the phone to get on the internet and search for Austin Nicholas Kelly.
Nicky could not have been more fascinated with the phone and the internet as a whole. He tapped the screen with his finger and cried, "Whoa!" when the picture filled the screen. Showing Dave the picture, he said, "That's me."
Dave considered it. Nicky looked a bit like a young, perpetually pissy-faced Leonardo DiCaprio, with darker hair. "You weren't a bad looking guy. Why did you think you had to hold people captive to have a relationship with them?"
Nicky shrugged and shook his head at the same time. "I dunno. I don't want to talk about it." He looked at the screen. "Do you think I'm attractive?"
"Yeah. You were very good looking."
Nicky smiled, looking at the phone again. "Thanks." He started tapping on the screen randomly until he'd managed to open a gallery of pictures stored on the phone. "What are these?"
"Phones take pictures now."
"Who's that?"
Dave allowed him to go through the gallery, telling him who various people were, hoping it would make it harder to hurt him or Taylor if he saw more of Dave's life outside of this room. Nicky's eyebrows dipped in confusion at the latest picture. He showed it to Dave. "Is that me?"
Nicky was showing him a photo of Taylor backstage before one of their 2015 shows. Taylor had found a couple pairs of tight leggings that he thought were so comfortable that he wanted to wear them on stage. The only problem was he insisted on wearing them without any underwear, which caused the pants to gleefully show off his balls. The corners of Dave's mouth twitched as he tried to keep from laughing. "Yup."
Nicky looked at Taylor's lower half in the tiger-striped leggings. "You let me go out in public in ball-hugging tights?"
"They're leggings, and he wore them on stage! And I ain't Taylor's mom. He's a grown man. Dude can wear what he wants."
Nicky showed him the picture again. "On stage?"
Dave just laughed.
"Ball-hugging hot pants and he wears them in front of thousands of people," Nicky said with a grin. "Taylor seems like a real character. Bad taste in clothes sometimes, but a fun guy."
Dave just laughed again, harder. He was stopped cold when the phone began to ring.
Nicky didn't know what was happening because Dave's ringtone was "Tom Sawyer" by Rush. He wasn't used to this meaning that a phone was ringing. Showing Dave the screen, he asked, "What does it mean when it plays music?"
The screen said JORDYN CALLING.
"It's my wife." He quickly explained how to answer the phone and put it on speaker. "Be cool. You're Taylor."
"If you try to signal her that anything's wrong - "
"I won't, but she will think something is wrong if I don't answer. Answer it!"
Nicky did as Dave had instructed. "Hey babe," Dave called into the phone.
"Hi honey. I've already called you twice. Where have you been?"
"I'm sorry. Taylor and I slept in. You know us, up late as always." He glared at Nicky. "Say hi, Tee."
Nicky jumped like he'd been startled, then recovered. "He~ey," he sing-songed.
"Hi Taylor. So how did your séance go?"
"Oh, not so well. Nothing happened," Dave lied. "Guess the ghost didn't want to talk. We're going to try again tonight."
"Sounds like you're having fun," Jordyn said with a giggle.
"Fun? Oh sure, it's a barrel of laughs here. We shoulda just came to Hawaii with you guys." Dave sighed. Hearing her voice was making him sad. What if he never saw her again? "Are the girls having fun?"
They talked about all the activities the kids were doing in the beautiful Hawaiian sun on the gorgeous Hawaiian beaches. Dave wished he and Taylor had just gone to Hawaii on Saturday with their families. If they had, he wouldn't be handcuffed to a piece of furniture now, wondering if he was going to make it out of this without being raped or killed. After a few minutes of listening to this, Nicky was bored, but he still held the phone up for Dave, trying to signal to him that he should wrap it up.
"I miss you sooo much, babe. I wish I was there, really I do."
"But you wanted to work on that song with Taylor and Chris too, right? You staying there 'til Wednesday wasn't just about getting in touch with the ghost," Jordyn reminded him. "Stay and finish the song. You'll be totally distracted by work if you come to Hawaii now."
Dave tried to keep the sadness out of his voice as he admitted she was right. He had to; she'd be suspicious otherwise. "I know. I just miss you is all."
"Awww. It's nice to be loved."
"And I do love you."
"Listen to you, being all romantic," Jordyn cooed. "I love you too, Dave."
Nicky rolled his eyes.
"Give my love to the girls."
"I will. I'll try to tear them away from their activities long enough to... What? Oh sure."
"Jordyn?" Dave said.
A different voice came on the line. "Oliver Taylor Hawkins, why aren't you answering your phone?"
Dave's eyes went wide. "Your wife," he mouthed.
Looking alarmed, Nicky tried to remember her name. Dave had told him her name. Was it...? "Oh, hey hon. Sorry. I forgot to recharge the battery and it went dead."
Dave mouthed, "Alison." He would have also given Nicky a thumbs up for coming up with a great explanation on the fly, but no one could have seen his thumbs when they were practically under the chaise.
Nicky looked confused; he couldn't tell what Dave was trying to say.
"You goof. Are you charging it now?" Alison asked.
"Most definitely."
"Good. I sent you a video of Shane waterskiing for the first time and he's so excited for you to see it."
Trying to save Nicky a bit, Dave cut in with, "Waterskiing, wow, that's pretty great, Alison. Tell him that's awesome."
"Yeah, Ali, tell him that's really cool."
Dave winced.
Not sure why Dave was reacting that way, Nicky continued, "I promise I'll watch the video as soon as... my phone is charged?" He wasn't even sure if that's how it worked.
Alison paused, then said, "Okay. He'll be waiting for a call from his daddy, so don't you guys get busy and forget."
"I'll make sure he doesn't forget," Dave promised, knowing that promise would probably be broken. If Nicky was going to screw up this fast, how could he be trusted to talk to Taylor's son?
"Thank you, Dave." Alison paused like she was waiting for something. Then she added, "Well, you seem busy. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
Seeming relieved, Nicky said, "Okay, bye." When Dave gaped at him, he hurriedly added, "Love you, Ali. Love to the kids."
"Love you too." She hung up.
Dave thumped his head against the chaise lounge in frustration. "Why did you keep calling her Ali?"
Taken aback, Nicky swallowed down a lump of apprehension. "Taylor doesn't call her Ali?"
"Nobody calls her Ali. She's always been just Alison." With a sigh, he continued, "You didn't ask about the other kids, either. Taylor and Alison have three kids."
"Oh... I guess I could have studied all this a little harder. I just never thought it would come up." Suddenly, he snickered. "His first name really is Oliver?"
If Dave could have hit him with something, he would. "Would you get serious?"
He went on snickering. "Hello Ollie."
Dave lightly kicked him in the side. "If you make them too suspicious, they're going to send someone over here to check on us. You don't want that, do you?" Dave wasn't sure if he wanted it or not. It could be a chance to be rescued... but it also was a chance for someone else to be hurt.
Nicky shook his head. "Should we call them back?"
"No, you might make it worse. Let's just leave well enough alone."
Sheepish, Nicky asked, "Do you want me to put your phone on the battery thingie too?"
"Yeah, for a couple hours."
It had been a harrowing, exhausting morning, and it wasn't even lunchtime yet. Dave thought about what the imp had said about having a beer with breakfast. He didn't want to do what the little fucker said, but he really needed a beer. It wasn't breakfast anymore either. "Nicky, can I have a beer?"
"Okay, sure."
"And will you put on the TV for a little while?"
An hour later, Nicky was upstairs somewhere cleaning while Dave watched some TV, trying not to worry about what might happen next. Just what were Nicky's plans here? Keep fucking around 'til he was ready to... what?
Nicky had said he was the type to clean obsessively when he was nervous, and the call with Alison had made him nervous. Currently he was up there in a room where Dave couldn't hear him, cleaning stuff, whatever. If it kept him happy and non-homicidal, Dave was all for it.
He heard the back door into the kitchen open. "Hey Dave? Taylor?"
All at once, Dave realized what was about to happen. He remembered something Jordyn had said.
But you wanted to work on that song with Taylor and Chris too, right?
CHRIS.
He was still in town. They were going to work on a song, but Chris wasn't supposed to come over until Monday. He was here now, about to walk into a time bomb named Nicky.
The first thing Dave was concerned about was Chris's safety. Nicky had no use for him. It was doubtful Nicky would do anything but kill Chris as soon as he could.
Dave hoped he could take control of this situation before anyone got hurt. "Chris! Run! Get out of here! Taylor's not himself, he'll kill you!"
"...Dave?" He could hear Chris walking across the kitchen toward the stairs.
"No, don't come down here! Get out of here, please! Taylor will kill you! He's not Taylor!"
"What the hell are you - " Chris grunted hard, like the wind had been knocked out of him. This sound was accompanied by Taylor making a similar noise.
But as Dave had said, he wasn't Taylor.
They slammed into the wall. Dave gasped; his worst nightmare of this scenario was coming true. "No, God, Nicky, let him go! Don't hurt him!"
"Taylor, what the fuck are you doing?! What's wrong with you?" This was followed by more sounds Dave would characterize as fighting noises. Grunting, punching, cries of pain. "Taylor, stop!" Something made of glass shattered, and Chris yelped.
"Stop! Leave him alone!" Dave struggled with the handcuffs, knowing it was pointless but unable to do anything else.
A kitchen chair fell over, and the next thing Dave knew, Nicky had let out a growl of anger and effort and Chris came tumbling down the stairs. Chris lay there, dazed, breathing hard, bleeding from a gash in his forehead, as Nicky came running down the stairs after him.
Dave's heart hammered in his chest. "Noooo, no, please let him go! Let him go!"
Efficient and prepared, Nicky grabbed Chris by the wrists and dragged him over to the couch. Chris had just begun to shake off his trip down the stairs; he looked up at who he thought was Taylor and said, "Taylor... what are you... doing?"
Nicky kept going, using all of his strength to drag-lift Chris up onto the couch. He surprised even Dave by producing a set of handcuffs from his back, tucked into the waistband of his jeans (his shirt had hidden them), and cuffing Chris's wrists around the bar that ran the length of the room, the bar that was bolted to the wall. Then he removed Taylor's shirt and sat on Chris's midsection, putting the rolled up shirt to Chris's bleeding forehead.
He was applying direct pressure to Chris's gash? This hardly seemed like someone who was ready to kill. Still, Dave didn't want the inevitable to happen to Chris. Nicky didn't even know who he was. "Nicky, please, he's not involved. Let him go."
"What the hell is going on?" Chris asked, looking up at the T-shirt pressed to his head.
Panting, Nicky chilled Dave to the bone by grinning mischievously. "Do you think I'm stupid? If I let him go, he'll come back with the police." Nicky suddenly started yelling. "DO YOU THINK I GOT AWAY WITH THIS FOR OVER TEN YEARS WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT I'M DOING?!" And he laughed, evil, feral.
Author's Notes: Just had to say, I know it's very unlikely there would be this many bisexual guys in one grouping, but I really like to write my RPS as close to the truth as possible, with real life spouses and such. I also really like threesomes, moresomes, and love triangles, writing and reading them. If you're reading this, I'm assuming you're suspending your disbelief with me and believing there are multiple bisexual Foos as well as a bi Kurt.
As far as this story is concerned, Kurt Cobain committed suicide.
I added Chris to the story for two reasons. One, so Dave would have someone to talk to outside the mindscape who isn't a psycho nutjob. And two, because of this one Chevy Metal video I watched on YouTube. They were playing "The Stroke" by Billy Squire, and there's a part that is originally played on the keyboard (I think) that Chris plays on the guitar. There was something so sexy about it that I really wanted to include him in the fanfic. :D
I promise, nothing bad will happen to any of the cats in this story, no matter what Nicky threatens.
Chp 8: Long Road to Ruin
Word Count: 3,997
Everything happened so fast.
They all took a minute to process what had just taken place. It was Chris who spoke first. "Okay... what the fuck is going on? When Alison said you were acting strange, she wasn't kidding."
Dave rolled his eyes. "So that's why you're here? Alison asked you to check on us?"
"Technically, it was Cara, but Alison asked her to call me."
Dave imagined all their wives chatting out by the hotel pool, trying to figure out what was going on here from all those miles away. This was the only way they had of finding out. Getting on a plane and coming home would be complicated with the huge brood of children and grandparents they had out there in Hawaii. Besides, they had no idea just how serious things were here, how much danger everyone was in. "I knew it." He looked at Nicky. "Your screwup on the phone brought him here."
Nicky shrugged.
"That's all you've got to say?"
Now he grinned. "It's okay. I can handle this."
"Oh really? Now you've got two grown men to control."
Chris cut in again. "Guys? What... the hell... is going... ON?!"
Dave felt sorry for him. Chris really had no idea what he'd walked into. "You remember me telling you I had a ghost in my house? How it came in with the statue?" He nodded to the painted mannequin against the wall near Chris's head.
"Uh huh?"
"Meet the ghost," Dave finished, and gestured with his eyes to Taylor.
Nicky looked at Chris and wiggled his eyebrows.
"Huh?"
Sighing, Dave tried to explain better. "Chris, we contacted the ghost with a Ouija board and it possessed Taylor. Taylor's been sedated somehow; the ghost is in control of his body."
Chris laughed. "That's not possible."
"I didn't think so either, but would Taylor attack you and throw you down the stairs? Look at his eyes."
Peeking from under the shirt still held to his forehead, Chris looked; Nicky opened his eyes wide for him. "Oh hell. Taylor's eyes aren't blue, are they?"
Dave shook his head.
Trying to take it all in, Chris eventually said, "Well fuck. No wonder he seemed weird on the phone."
"Nicky, look at me," Dave commanded. Nicky did, a mischievous grin on his face. "You can't hurt him." When Nicky said nothing in reply, Dave began to plead for Chris's life. "Please don't hurt my friend."
"I don't want to hurt him yet," Nicky replied, looking at the wound on Chris's head. "If you screw up again, and I have to blow Taylor's head off.." He patted Chris's chest with his free hand. "...I have a spare." And he snickered like this was incredibly funny to him.
Chris wasn't sure he understood all that, but he still looked horrified, with wide, trapped eyes, in reaction to the part about blowing Taylor's head off.
Laying his head back on the chaise, Dave sighed again. "You are an evil little fuckhead, you know that?"
Nicky smiled so big, he showed most of Taylor's teeth. "I know." He checked Chris's head one last time. "I don't think this will need stitches. You got any butterfly bandages?"
Closing his eyes, Dave shrugged.
"I'll check. Don't you two go anywhere." Nicky chuckled his way up the stairs.
Frustrated and worried, Dave raised his head and said, "Oh God, Shiflett, I wish you hadn't come over here. I wish you weren't involved in this at all."
"Dave... who is this ghost?"
He had to laugh. "Like this doesn't sound crazy enough already. Does the name Austin Nicholas Kelly mean anything to you?"
Chris thought about it. "Wasn't he a mass murderer or something? Some guy killed him in prison and they think he was paid to do it by the father of one of Kelly's victims, but they couldn't prove it?"
"You're on the right track, but he was a serial killer."
"Oh, right." An extreme look of panic and horror came to Chris's face; he was all eyes. "That's who is possessing Taylor? A serial killer?!"
Dave nodded. "I'm so sorry, Chris. I'm sorry you walked into this. I never should have let him talk to Alison. I should have known he would slip up."
Chris didn't seem to be so concerned with how he got there. Looking out for the welfare of Dave and Taylor was just part of his life, his friendship with them. Instead, he asked a question that to him seemed obvious. "How did the ghost of a serial killer get in that statue?"
For his own part, Dave hadn't even considered that. "That's a good question."
As if on cue, Nicky came back downstairs with a box of butterfly bandages. "Found some. I guess when you have kids, you gotta have a medicine cabinet stocked with all kinds of Band-Aids."
When Nicky came at him with the first bandage, Chris shrunk into the couch, trying to get away from the serial killer. "Oh come on," Nicky said. "If I was trying to hurt you, would I be putting these bandages on your head? Relax."
Chris tried to, but he mumbled, "You just brained me with a beer bottle and threw me down the stairs."
A ripple of anger passed over Nicky's face. "Just shut up and lie still."
Dave watched him use the bandages to close Chris's wound with the care of someone who had medical training. It was ironic, that a person who had spent all that time in medical school would wind up taking lives. "Nicky, how did your soul get in the statue?"
Nicky stopped moving for a few seconds, as if the question had literally stopped the working of his brain. Then he shrugged and opened another bandage. "I dunno. I spent a lot of years in Hell, and then one day, I was just looking out of the statue's eyes."
Dave had spent enough time around children and drug addicts to know what the body language of lying looked like. "I don't think you're telling me the truth. I think you know more."
"I don't care what you think," Nicky said quite clearly, and looked Dave in the eye. Dave couldn't help but shudder. He kept trying to exert dominance in this... relationship?... and Nicky kept pushing him back down. "If I did know more, do you think I'd tell you?" His tone became condescending and sarcastic. "Here's all the information you need to know about how I got here. Please put me back in. Yeah, right."
So there was a way to put him back in the statue? Dave became very quiet, attempting to figure this whole thing out.
"Okay, that looks good." Nicky considered his handiwork on Chris's head with pride. "Should heal with minimal scarring. Now, apparently, you're Chris, as that what Dave called you... you can just call me Nicky. You're in the Foo Fighters too..." He snapped a few times as if trying to remember something. "You play... guitar? No, Pat plays guitar."
"I also play guitar."
Nicky looked confused. "But doesn't Dave also play...? This band has three guitarists?"
Both Chris and Dave nodded.
"Isn't that a bit excessive?"
Chris and Dave both shrugged. "I like the sound it creates," Dave added.
Nicky smiled knowingly to himself. The band didn't need all those guitarists, he thought. Dave just liked these people too much to fire anybody. These guys were his closest friends. They were special to him, and because of that, they all made good bargaining chips for Nicky to keep Dave compliant. "Well... I better go clean up the mess in the kitchen."
Once Nicky had made his way upstairs, Dave remarked, "You ever want to get rid of that guy, just make a mess somewhere."
"Dave, what does he know about the band? Didn't he die a really long time ago?"
"Earlier today, he found the pictures on my phone, and I told him who everyone was."
"But, is he conscious of who you are?" Chris asked.
"Well, yeah. When he was alive, he was a really big fan of Nirvana," Dave replied.
"The fuck?" Chris exclaimed. "First, he's not a regular person, he's a serial killer. Then he's a fan of Nirvana, and he winds up in your house. Isn't that a strange coincidence?"
Shrugging, Dave said, "It is, but fuck all if I can make sense of it. Taylor made the same point, by the way. During the séance. Nicky recognized me and Tee said it was a weird coincidence. But how can it be anything but a coincidence?"
Chris sighed. "So what do we do now? Cara is expecting me to call her back."
"Shiflett... I've been trying to get away for hours now, but Nicky keeps threatening to shoot Taylor in the head if I act up. That's what he meant, when he said you'd be his spare. If I screw up and he shoots Taylor, he'll possess you next."
Chris recoiled deeper into the couch. "But I don't want to be possessed!"
"I'm going to do every last thing I can to keep that from happening. If Taylor dies because of me..." He stopped as a wave of emotion choked him for a moment. "But you have to do what he says too. You have to let him help you call Cara and tell her everything's okay, that Taylor's sick and that's why he was acting weird, and he's taking a nap now. If they think something is really wrong and send another person over here, someone else is going to be hurt. Maybe killed. It could be Taylor. It could be one of us. Even if the police are sent, Nicky is not going down easily. I mean, the guy has nothing to lose. He's already dead."
"But, if we're not going to try to get help, how are we going to get out of this?" Chris asked.
Dave lowered his voice to a whisper. "Either one of us has got to overpower him when we have a chance, without Taylor getting hurt, or we have to figure out how to wake up Taylor."
Dave jumped, his face alarmed, as he heard Nicky coming down the stairs. "Pss pss pss, so much whispering," he said, a beer in his hand. He had put on a new shirt. "Your wife sent you over here, right? So we need to call her?"
Dave quickly laid out his plan to get the wives to calm down.
"Sounds good. Let's do it." He turned to Chris. "Where's your phone?"
Chris squirmed a bit as Nicky dug around under him, looking for the back pocket where he'd said his phone would be. He especially squirmed because Nicky insisted on looking for the phone by putting both arms around his waist and rooting around with shameless hands. "Ah, here it is." Nicky pulled out the phone, but still hovered near Chris's body. This was fun, making the guy uncomfortable. He looked into Chris's face. "You have very pretty eyes."
Chris's eyes darted about as if this whole exchange felt awkward to him. "Uh, thanks," he mumbled.
There was something in this reaction that spoke volumes. Nicky could feel it. Being groped for his phone hadn't freaked him out nearly as much as one would think; in fact, the guy had started to tremble a little, as if maybe he liked it. The expression on Chris's face certainly didn't look scared, not right now, anyway. Nicky couldn't wait to get to the bottom of this one. Perhaps there was something there he could use to make Dave jealous. Maybe that's what he needed to get over his reservations.
Nicky looked over at Dave. Dave had been watching them, but now he looked away, trying to seem casual. Ahhhh... no matter who was in control of this body, they still saw Taylor, felt Taylor, thought of Taylor... and wanted Taylor? It was only when they were reminded who was in charge that they remembered. That was okay. Dave would learn soon enough how this arrangement was going to work.
In the meantime, Nicky could have him some fun.
They made the call to Cara, which went smoothly enough that all the wives said to tell Taylor to feel better and get some rest. When it was done, Nicky confiscated the phone with a grin. "Well... looks like we've got ourselves a party here. Should I be expecting anymore people today? You got a gardener or a nanny coming over?"
"Not that I know of," Dave replied. "Everybody else is in Hawaii. I wouldn't go by Taylor's house, though. He's got somebody coming in every day to feed his dogs."
"Alright, then. I wanna have a good time tonight," Nicky declared, and clapped his hands loudly. "We need movies. There have been two movies made about me. I want to see them again." He turned to Dave. "You have a Blockbuster Video card, don't you?"
Dave explained to him about the demise of Blockbuster Video, the existence of Red Box, and other ways to see movies besides renting them. Nicky seemed to want to do what he was used to, and prepared to go out to a Red Box to get the movies. Chris had already begun to squirm again, seeming uncomfortable.
"Just how long are you going to keep us chained up like this?" he finally asked.
Dave swallowed hard. It was better not to press Nicky, to remind him that the clock was ticking. What would he do when time ran out?
With a dangerous grin, Nicky sat on the very edge of the couch and wiggled a finger in Chris's face to annoy him. "As long as I feel like. That okay with you?"
Chris tried to laugh it off. "Uh, sure. Sure." There was nothing else he could do.
"Good. Anybody gotta pee before I go?"
They both did, and was that ever an awkward bit of business for Dave and Chris and a fun bit for Nicky. If they didn't like that, they were going to hate the next part. "While I'm gone, I'm going to give you both half a Morphecil. It'll put you to sleep for a couple hours. I can't have you talking too much while I'm gone. Planning things."
Shaking his head, Dave protested, "Nicky, you can't keep drugging people. You're not a doctor. You're gonna overdose us."
"No, I'm a nurse, the actual person who administers the medicine in the hospital. I know what I'm doing." Nicky took the bottle out of his pocket and went to open the beer he had brought.
Chris tried not to panic. "What's Morphecil?"
"It's the tranquilizer the doctor gave me when I couldn't sleep," Dave explained.
"You're going to have to be more specific. You never sleep."
"Haha, Shiflett. It was about a year ago."
"Oh, then those pills are expired." Chris eyed the bottle in Nicky's hand. "I don't want to take someone else's expired medicine."
"Trust me, they still work," Nicky assured.
Dave cringed.
"But, they'll knock me out." Chris pulled at the handcuffs, wriggling on the couch. "I don't want to be knocked out."
Here's where they stopped seeing him as Taylor and easily remembered he was Nicky. "I don't care what you want." Nicky took a little contraption he'd picked up at the drug store out of his pocket and used it to cut the pill in half. "You'll only be out for a short time."
Dave almost said, "He's only going to suck your dick while you're asleep," to be sarcastic, but decided against it. Chris didn't know about all the sexual stuff they'd done.
Why did he think Chris didn't know about that yet?
When Nicky came at him with the pill, Chris struggled, pushing himself up the couch. "No, no, I don't want that."
"Chris, don't fight! It's okay, just take it," Dave said. It was no use, Nicky was going to get what he wanted one way or another, and Chris could get hurt if he protested.
Chris was panicking too much to stop. Nicky climbed on the couch and straddled Chris's waist, sitting on him. He was chuckling. Chris struggled to get out from under him, but there was nowhere to go. Nicky rode the bucking bronco for a short time, enjoying it, before leaning down and taking hold of Chris's face. "Take the damn pill, or I'll get Dave's gun and blow Taylor's head off. Do you want to be responsible for that? Do you want to explain that to his kids? 'I'm sorry, I was afraid to take a pill.' Huh?"
"Okay, don't hurt anyone, okay? I'll take the pill," Chris agreed, his face alarmed. He allowed Nicky to put the half pill in his mouth and give him a swig of beer to wash it down. Nicky insisted he take a few more swallows.
"There we go. That wasn't so hard." Out of nowhere, he leaned in and whispered in Chris's ear. "You like Taylor, don't you? You gotta little thing for him? Hm?" And he kissed the ear, making Chris quiver.
Chris willed himself not to moan out loud at the shockwave that moved through him in reaction. "No," he replied.
"Liar." Nicky grinned from ear to ear as he got up and off of Chris.
Dave was staring at them, unsure what had just happened. This was fun, Nicky thought. Not wanting to leave him out, Nicky swung a leg over Dave and straddled him too, offering him the pill. Dave squirmed under him, one eye on Chris. What would he think?
"Here's yours," Nicky said, and placed the pill on Dave's waiting tongue.
"Alcohol intensifies the effect, right?" Dave said after swallowing down the pill with a few extra swigs of beer.
Nicky nodded. "That's my boy."
He got up and prepared to leave, causing Dave to suddenly call after him with alarm. "Wait, you can't go!"
"Why not?"
"Because... because you might encounter someone. You might... I can't see what you're doing when you're not here, and..." He couldn't keep his composure anymore. "Please, please don't hurt anyone."
"What? Why are you even saying that to me?"
"Because... you... you killed people."
Nicky scoffed. "You think I'm an idiot or something? I just kill anyone I can get my hands on? I may be a 'serial killer,'" He accentuated the words by making air quotes with his fingers. "...but that doesn't mean I'm not discerning. I have a type. I only do it when it's necessary. Anyway, I'm not dumb enough to kill any guy I come upon. You think I want to go back to prison?" Clearly, Dave's concerns made him quite angry. Nicky continued, "If I wanted to kill someone, there isn't a goddamn thing you could do to stop me, so stop acting like you're in control here. I call the shots, not you, not..." Looking at Chris, he snapped his fingers a few times.
He eventually said, "...Chris."
Nicky gave a nod and finished his thought, "...not Chris, and definitely not Taylor. You get that through your thick skull." With that, Nicky went up the stairs and left the house.
Dave was just beginning to feel the effects of the drug. He giggled. "He forgot your name," he said to Chris.
Chris looked over at him. "I'm starting to feel really warm," he said. "Like, good warm. Is that normal?"
"Yeah." This was definitely happening much slower than the last time. Nicky must've given him at least two pills before. "It feels good, huh?"
"It does." They were quiet for a short time. Then Chris asked, "Dave, what's going to happen to us?"
"We're gonna get out of this somehow. You, me, and Taylor." But did he even believe it himself? "Chris, what if... what if he hurts someone while he's out? Taylor would be the one who would get in trouble."
Chris brought up a possibility that only he had considered. "What if... well, what if he's not possessed? Did you ever think maybe Taylor just... you know, kind of flipped his lid? Maybe he's sick, man."
Shaking his head, Dave replied, "No, dude. You saw his eyes. Sometimes they switch between blue and brown, rapidly. That's not normal. That's not mental illness." He sighed. "That's supernatural."
"When do they switch like that? I want to see it."
Dave had no idea what to say. "I don't know how to explain it," he finally said. His voice broke as he voiced more of his fears. "What if the girls get really worried about us and come home? What would Nicky do to my wife if she walked in here?"
"Dave, don't do that," Chris scolded. "Don't start worrying about shit that most likely will not happen. Okay? I need you to keep your head about you. We have to keep our heads and stick together."
Since this whole thing started, Dave hadn't had someone to pour out all of his fears to, except maybe Kurt. Now he had trouble stopping. "Nobody's ever going to believe this, man. If Nicky kills someone, Taylor will be blamed and his life will be ruined. No one will believe a ghost did it."
"Dave? Stop it. You heard him. This guy doesn't want to go back to prison. He just wants to have a good time."
"He wants his life back," Dave added. Laying his head back on the chaise lounge, he sighed and closed his eyes. "Nicky wants to return to life. To use Taylor's body to do whatever he wants. And take whatever he wants."
Biting his bottom lip, Chris thought this would be a good time to voice his own concerns, since Dave had mentioned Nicky taking what he wanted. "Dave, I think he kinda... kinda wants to take... uh... I think he wants to fuck us."
Dave had to laugh. "Yeah. I don't know about you, but he's already... um, expressed his intention to fuck his favorite member of Nirvana, yeah."
"Oh, God... before he left, he asked me if I had a thing for Taylor, and kissed my ear. Dave, what are we gonna do?"
Dave said nothing for several long moments. Finally, he answered, "I don't know, Chris. I think it could get really awkward in here before the night is over. But we just gotta do what we have to to survive."
They both fell silent, each wondering what they would do, how they would handle it, when Nicky inevitably climbed on top of them again. And they fell asleep.
Kurt met them in the mindscape.
Notes: I recently found a picture of Dave on vacation... in Hawaii... with his family... on Spring Break. :O It's a few years old, but it has actually happened. I just picked Hawaii because it's so damn beautiful.
Chps 9-10