"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: 9-10
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 9: Pieces of the Puzzle
Word Count: 3,429
Wandering the field of soft, white light, Chris found the strength in his legs leaving him. He had to find a place to lie down. His body was somewhere else, handcuffed down to a couch, sleeping, but his consciousness was here, meandering around, looking for a place to rest, to find safety. Somehow, he knew although he didn't know where he was, it was very dangerous here. Claws and teeth lurked around every corner.
And apparently, big white beds with sleeping friends, too.
Taylor lay in the king-sized bed with, strangely, a black and white tuxedo cat snoozing on the pillow above his head. The cat had formed a loaf with his body, legs tucked underneath him, and occasionally let out a purring snore.
Chris would have climbed right in, as comfortable and inviting as everything looked, but there were four frightening, bloody handprints on various parts of the end of the bed. He swayed in place, unsure what to do.
"Get in the bed before they come back. Stay in the light."
Chris looked to his left and gasped. He was dreaming, right? The man standing there was Kurt Cobain, looking exactly as he had when he died. Except for the very odd fact that he was wearing a leather collar with three spikes left on it, with a chain attached. A leash. "What the fuck am I dreaming?"
"It's not entirely a dream. Your souls are in real danger here." Kurt pointed to the bed. "You see how the edges are in shadow? Stay in the middle with Taylor. Stay in the light." He gave Chris a light shove toward the bed.
Chris started to climb in to Taylor's left, trying to avoid the bloody handprints. "Hi, uh, I'm Chris."
"I know." Kurt looked over his shoulder.
"Why are you here?" He laid down next to Taylor. "Oh wow, this is the most comfortable bed ever."
"I'm trying to help. Like I said, you guys are in danger here, and I'm being allowed to try to help you stay alive." Kurt checked to make sure every part of Chris's body was inside the field of soft light that shone on most of the bed.
"Why?" Chris asked.
Looking over his shoulder again, Kurt said quietly, "Because Dave has made himself a beautiful life, and you guys are his friends. So much would be destroyed if Nicky Kelly gets what he wants. I can't sit back and allow that to happen."
A strange clucking, like that of a chattering bird, came out of the white mist beyond the bed. The sound wasn't intelligible to Chris, but it did have a rhythm to it, like something was speaking out there. Kurt responded, "I know. I was about to go look for him." The chattering continued. The sound made Chris's head hurt a little. "Yeah, I'm aware of that, Boddah. Jesus, will you chill out? ...I'm going right now! God. I just want to make sure this guy is tucked in first so one of Kelly's demons doesn't rip his arm off for a snack. Is that okay with you?"
"Cronk, cronk!" the bird-thing said.
Boddah? Chris tried to remember where he'd heard that name before, but only after he pulled all of his limbs close to his body and moved in next to Taylor, clearly within the boundaries of the light.
Taylor smacked his lips like he was thirsty. "Beer looks good," he mumbled in his sleep. "Can I have some?"
The cat stretched and yawned.
A piercing roar came out of the mist. Chris felt his entire body tense, and a cold chill swept up and down his back and limbs. Oh God, this was quickly becoming a nightmare.
"Munchie get off the counter!" Taylor yelled in reaction, and took a deep breath through his nose before going limp again. The cat growled deep in his throat, but otherwise did not move.
Chris glared at him.
"Fuck," Kurt exclaimed. He took off toward the noise.
Dave knew this was the mindscape, the place he'd been before, the place where Taylor was asleep and helpless and where Kurt had kissed him for the first time in twenty-three years. But where in the mindscape, he didn't know. It was all just a field of white. Where was the bed? Where was Kurt? Dave's legs were giving out. The Morphecil was putting him to sleep, through and through. Soon, he would float on a soothing, black cloud.
Nearby, something screamed. It was a horrible, terrifying sound.
Dave stumbled and fell. A creature enveloped in a black hooded cloak came and stood next to him. Dave couldn't see its feet; the cloak reached the floor. As he looked up, and up, and up, he realized the creature stood about eight feet tall. One hand made of clacking human bones held the other end of a chain, wrapped around its fist. The hood shifted and he could see beady black eyes and a sleek beard of feathers, and then a grey-black beak cried, "Auck! Auck! Auck!"
It was some kind of giant bird thing. A raven, maybe? Dave had never seen anything like that, and he screamed.
Kurt ran in and grabbed him, his feet almost sliding out from under him. "Stop screaming, stop, it's okay! That's just Boddah. Come on!" He hauled the other man up and threw Dave's arm over his shoulders, then ran with him toward the big bed. Dave tried to keep up, but Kurt was doing most of the work.
"That's Boddah?" Dave tried to ask, but Kurt was too focused on getting him to safety. "He's real?"
The roaring thing screeched again, much closer this time.
Before they made it to the bed, Dave realized that the chain in Boddah's hand led back to the collar around Kurt's neck. Boddah wasn't an imaginary friend, he was some sort of handler for...
For the dead?
Raven. Hooded cloak. Clacking bones.
He was Kurt's reaper. Boddah was a reaper, waiting for years for Kurt to die. Jesus, had it really been possible for that long?
Kurt said, "Upsie daisy," and tossed Dave into the bed. "Woo, you're a lot heavier than you used to be. You gettin' a little belly there, Dave?" He goosed Dave's tummy with an amused grin before picking up his feet and putting them into the bed too.
All the movement on the bed made Taylor turn over and mumble, "Bouncy bouncy."
"Hey, I've reached the ripe old age of forty-eight. I've earned this belly." Dave looked at Kurt's collar and his much more youthful face, his age frozen in time, and pouted sadly.
Kurt made sure every part of Dave's body was inside the light and breathed a sigh of relief. He sank to his knees next to the bed and leaned on it, laying his arms across it and his chin on his arms, taking a moment to rest. Kurt smiled at Dave. "Don't look at me like that," he said. "What's done is done. You lived on and earned every year of life beyond me. I made my bed and now I lie in it. It's okay." Kurt leaned up a little and fingered the collar. "I've learned to live with what I have to do. Or, not to live with it, but..."
"Don't do that. Don't joke about it," Dave said quietly.
"Why not? It's the kind of thing that can destroy you if you don't learn to laugh about it. Or maybe you just avoid thinking about it altogether?"
"Yeah, I guess. Just, not now, not now." Dave turned to his left to check on everyone else. Chris had fallen asleep next to Taylor, who continued to sleep as if he'd been deeply sedated, save for the occasional outburst of talking in his sleep. Curling up next to Taylor and snoozing for a while sounded great, but first, Dave had to make sure that Kurt was okay. "So why are you chained to Boddah? Is he actually some kind of reaper?"
Kurt nodded as he replied, "Very good, Dave. All those weirdass books you read to pass the time on the road sometimes pay off."
"One of them talked about psychopomps. Reapers. They're associated with different types of animals, like ravens." Dave watched the chain sway lightly as it dangled off into the mist. Boddah was keeping his distance. "I have a million questions, but I'm fighting sleep as it is. Let me just ask... are you okay? Why are you chained to Boddah?"
Kurt took a deep breath and sighed it out. "You're persistent with those questions. Because he's my companion while I try to make amends. For hurting so many people when I killed myself."
Tears came to Dave's eyes, but he did not shed them. "I'm sorry."
Kurt shrugged. "It's what I have to do. I've accepted it." He patted Dave's arm. "I need you to do something for me."
"What?"
"Remember when you were working too hard and couldn't sleep and the doctor gave you the instructions for meditation along with the Morphecil?"
"Uh huh."
"Do you remember how to meditate?"
"Pretty much," Dave replied.
"Keep that in mind. I may need you to come in here and talk to me when you're not asleep. Meditation will make it happen," Kurt explained.
"Okay, I will." He paused, then said, "Kurt, earlier today, when Nicky was about to... you know what he was about to do, I heard your voice telling me to cry to get him to stop. What happened there?"
Leaning his chin on his palm, Kurt said, "Sometimes I can talk to you by telepathy, but it takes a lot of energy." He pointed from his head to Dave's. "I'm sorry I had to put those horrible pictures in your head, but we had to make the tears happen really quick. When I spoke to you, you could barely hear me, right?"
"Yeah."
"That's because you were further away from the statue than usual. It's the whole reason this whole mindmeld is possible." Kurt spread his arms out a bit to indicate the area of white light in which they were all currently congregating. "It's why all of your minds come together when you sleep."
"What is it about the statue that makes this happen?" Dave asked.
"It's been mojoed. It's had a spell put on it. A witch trapped Kelly's soul in the statue and you guys accidentally let it out."
"Witches and witchcraft, all that stuff is real?"
Kurt had to laugh. He shook his head. "Your best friend is possessed by a ghost, your old friend who's been dead for more than twenty years comes back chained to a reaper, and you're questioning the existence of witchcraft?"
After a second to consider it, Dave had to laugh too. "Just because I'm open doesn't mean I believe in everything right off."
"Well, trust me, the statue's been magicked up its plastic ass."
"Why did some witch put Nicky's soul in the statue?"
Kurt clucked his tongue and shook his head. "I can't tell you that just yet. It interferes too much with fate." With a little grin, Kurt leaned forward and gave him a small kiss on the mouth. "You were always so curious."
Dave's eyes opened and closed slowly. "Am I going to be blind in my dreams now, like the last time he gave me the Morphecil? I really didn't like that."
Kurt frowned. "Dave, when you experienced the blindness, you just couldn't open your eyes. The drug is very strong and very sedating, but it did allow you to wake up just a little. The things you were feeling were really happening."
Swallowing hard, Dave said, "So the sicko did suck me off while I was out cold. What makes him think he can do whatever the fuck he wants to people?"
"Dave, he's really warped, and very dangerous. You've really got to humor him until we can figure a way out of this."
Over Kurt's shoulder, Dave saw someone enter the scene, or maybe it was something. It looked like a man dressed in a Fedora style hat and long, brown duster coat, but his hands had claws and his skin looked like leather. When he grinned at the sights before him, Dave could see his sharp, shark-like teeth. "Well, well... three in the bed and the little one said..."
"Kurt, you get in here with us," Dave said, desperately taking hold of Kurt's sleeve.
Kurt smiled at him. "You think I'm afraid of this waste of skin?" He winked, then stood up to face the creature.
"Well... lo and behold, it's the illustrious Kurt Cobain." He swung a set of keys on a chain attached to his coat. "Everybody's heard of you."
Kurt didn't acknowledge what the man had said. "I haven't had the pleasure of learning your name."
"It's Len, friend." He looked past Kurt to the treasure trove of souls in the bed. "You're taking care of all these guys? Since when has life meant anything to you?"
Trying to prove that the things Len said didn't faze him, Kurt sang, "That legendary suicide is such a boooore," and played air drums to follow himself up.
Len mock-laughed. "Come on, Kurt, we all know you're out of your league here. Kelly's my bitch. You wanna see the pictures of the sick shit I got him to do to his victims? Do you really want to be around when I convince him to cut your boy's head off? 'Cause Kelly's been listening to me since before you started talking to Boddah."
"I'm doing okay, friend," Kurt replied, putting extra, sarcastic emphasis on the word 'friend.' "Thanks for your concern."
The demon eyed the collar around Kurt's neck. He lightly touched one of the spikes. "Only three left, huh? You might be able to get rid of this one," Len wiggled the spike under his finger, "...but you'll never talk your way out of the other two."
Kurt couldn't help but be bothered by what the demon had said; he smacked his hand away. Len grinned and snickered. "Just be ready to get the fuck out of here when I send your precious Nicky back where he came from," Kurt said. "He can't keep that mojo working forever. The spells aren't even his."
"It's all in how you manipulate the power available to you, Kurt. You know that. It's how Boddah got you in here."
Kurt looked at the demon like he wanted his head to explode into a million pieces. "That's Mr. Cobain to you."
Len chuckled, a hand to his mouth. "Have you even considered that if you fail, your soul could be consumed here too?"
"What have I got to lose?" Kurt asked with a shrug.
Len immediately replied, "Over twenty years of amends." Then he added, "The chance to have your daughter forgive you."
Kurt stood and said nothing, only glared.
Dave swallowed down the lump of emotion in his throat. Their words were cryptic, but he thought he understood.
His smile widening, Len shrugged too. "It's up to you." He walked away as if on his way out, but took a moment to stop at the foot of the bed. He could see Dave was the only one still awake. "If you care about Kurt, you'll tell him to get out of here. Save himself." With that, Len strolled into the mist, his seeds of doubt clearly placed.
Kurt came to the side of the bed. "Good for him he left. I was just about to kick his ass," he said with a grin.
"Kurt... are you sure you're okay? After what he said..."
"I don't want you to pay any attention to anything that asshole spat out of his mealy little mouth. Okay?" Kurt hated that the things Len said were making Dave worry about him. "He wanted to get under your skin."
"But, if you're in any danger - "
Sitting on the side of the bed, Kurt declared, "I'm not leaving until you're all safe. I won't talk anymore about it."
The tone of his voice told Dave he meant it. "Will you stay here with me 'til I fall asleep?"
"Sure." Sitting crosslegged on the bed, Kurt reached out and brushed stray hairs off Dave's forehead. "You sleep off the Morphecil."
Dave wanted to ask more questions. There were so many things he didn't know. But the motion of Kurt's hand as he stroked the hair out of Dave's eyes was too hypnotic, and the drug too strong to resist anymore. His mind drifted off to sleep as his body had, and he eventually somehow made his way to Taylor.
Dave didn't recognize the room. He did recognize the person crouched on the floor of the kitchen, however, holding the black and white cat. "Taylor!"
Taylor barely had time to look up before Dave caught him up in a mighty hug. Dave noticed Taylor was wearing the clothes he had on the night of the séance. Taylor didn't hug him back because he'd have to let go of the cat, and for some reason, he didn't want to do that. "Shhhh, shhh!" Taylor shushed desperately. "He might hear you!"
Dave didn't want to waste any time. He took Taylor's face in his hands. "Tee, you have to wake up! You're possessed by the ghost we contacted through the Ouija board. If you don't take your body back, he's going to wind up killing us all!"
Taylor's eyes were glassy, unfocused. He held up the cat. "This is Munchie. He keeps me company."
Dave realized he was shaking, too. "Taylor, he's got you under a spell! Please, what do I have to do to wake you up?"
Someone screamed. "No, God, put that down!"
Dave followed the scream with his eyes. A man was handcuffed and tied down to a chair. Was that Nicky Kelly approaching him with a knife? Yes, it was Nicky. Dave recognized him from the picture.
Taylor curled in on himself, hugging the cat. Munchie made a sound that was half growl and half purr. "I won't look. I can't see anymore."
This was Nicky's house. These were his crimes. Is this where Taylor had been trapped all this time? In Nicky Kelly's memories?
Nicky climbed into the guy's lap and cut his shirt open, snickering. The man keened in fright. He made much louder noises as Nicky began to carve into his chest.
Dave felt the pain like it was his chest that was being carved. He looked down to see blood running down his stomach in thin rivulets. But he was no longer in Nicky's house. This was really happening.
Nicky, still in Taylor's body, had a small knife he'd taken from Dave's kitchen and was using it to carve letters into the right side of his chest, the side with no tattoo. Although Dave was still half asleep from the Morphecil, he could feel all of the pain of what Nicky was doing. Grimacing, he said, "Nicky, stop! What are you doing?"
"I'm almost done," was his only explanation.
Dave yelped in pain. As Nicky drew the last line in his skin, he realized what he had done.
MINE, it said. MINE. Nicky had marked him as property.
He sat back and surveyed his work, panting and smiling. Nicky dabbed at the word with a towel to sop up some of the blood. "If I went deep enough, it could be permanent."
Author's Notes: Oh yeah, and some chapters will be named after Birds of Satan songs. :D
Look at the amazing art Crisco_Twister (on Rockfic) did for me!! She really captured Kurt and my version of Boddah very well. Thank you, hon! I love it!!!
Chapter 10: Razor
Word Count: 4,004
Warning: This chapter contains sex while high on drugs, which some could consider dub-con.
Angry, Dave didn't consider that he was speaking to a crazy person. He just started yelling. "What the hell did you do that for?! What gives you the right..." He trailed off as Nicky leaned down and licked some of the blood off his chest. Obviously, he was having some sort of moment, his eyes closed and mouth panting.
Dave tried to reach him. "Go get the bandages."
"No," Nicky said, shaking his head. "I want this to scar. I'll monitor it to make sure it doesn't get infected, but I want it to be permanent."
"I don't."
"You say that as if it matters." He caught another rivulet of blood with his tongue and followed it up Dave's chest, taking the nearby nipple in his mouth and sucking it.
"So the truth comes out. Before, you were saying you and Taylor could learn to live in the same body, but that's not the truth. You want to steal his body and hold me captive. It doesn't matter what I want. You're torturing Taylor by trapping him in your most violent memories, aren't you? Trying to break his will?"
Nicky blinked at him, trying not to lose his buzz. "How do you know that?"
"I had a dream. It was too real." Did Nicky know Kurt was involved, and the things he was showing them?
Nicky stared at him a moment longer, then dabbed at his wounds with the towel again. The blood was drying up. "I guess you found me out. But it's only because I love you and want you all to myself."
Dave considered continuing with his current train of conversation, but realized it would be pointless and a bad idea. Instead, he said, "It really hurts. Can you please bandage it up?"
For several seconds, Nicky did not answer him, just stared dreamily at the word he'd carved into Dave's chest. Eventually, he looked up. "I won't bandage it. But I did get you something for pain while I was out." He got up and went over to a couple shopping bags at the foot of the stairs.
This gave Dave a chance to survey the room. Chris was still asleep on the couch. Some of the lights were off. Had Nicky come back from running his errands and immediately climbed on top of him with the knife? It seemed that way - he hadn't even taken the time to unpack the shopping bags. Why had he come back with such a jones to carve MINE into Dave's chest? Was it the idea of watching movies about himself and his crimes that had gotten him so worked up?
Nicky came back with a soda in one hand and a bottle of pills in the other. He straddled him again, purposefully settling Taylor's crotch right on top of Dave's. Dave made a small noise of surprise. Nicky opened the bottle and fished out two pills. "Open your mouth."
"What're those?"
"Vicodin. You had an old prescription in your nightstand you never filled. The pharmacist recognized me and had no problem filling it for Dave Grohl's bandmate and best friend." Nicky grinned, showing him the bottle.
"Wow, there really is no such thing as privacy with you, is there?"
Ignoring the comment, Nicky said, "Why do you bother going to the doctor if you're not going to fill the prescriptions they give you?" He looked at Dave expectantly.
Dave knew there was no fighting this. He would refuse to take the Vicodin and Nicky would threaten to kill Taylor and he would take the pills anyway, so instead of going through that song and dance, Dave just opened his mouth. Nicky put the pills on his tongue and gave him some soda to wash them down with. "Those will take a little bit to take effect. You want something to eat?"
Dave did; he was hungry. Nicky got the lap tray and the fast food he'd bought for lunch and fed it all to him. "I already ate," he said, squeezing ketchup onto Dave's curly fries. By the time they were done, Dave was feeling more than fine from the two Vicodin pills. But that's what Nicky wanted, wasn't it?
He felt warm and perfectly comfortable. Soon, the soaring feeling would overtake him, and a smile would be plastered on his face. Why hadn't he filled this prescription before? Vicodin was awesome. "My chest stopped hurting," Dave reported, and giggled.
Nicky grinned at him. "You feeling good, baby?"
Dave nodded. Oh, here came the feeling of soaring around the room, out the window, into the sky! His eyes became a little unfocused as Nicky removed the tray and climbed into his lap again, rubbing his crotch against Dave's. Dave let out a little moan.
Nicky took the other man's face in his hands and began to kiss him. Dave was feeling too good to resist. Within half a minute, Dave found himself hard and shaking, enjoying the lapdance Taylor was giving him. But, was it Taylor? Dave looked and saw the ever-changing eyes, and smiled. He didn't give a shit if Nicky was there too. All he cared about was his hot, sexy Taylor rocking back and forth on top of him, breathing hard and moaning, looking so good with his half-lidded eyes and mouth open in ecstasy. And as long as they were doing this, Taylor wasn't in Nicky's memories, being tortured.
"Mm... Dave..." he breathed. He grabbed the sides of the chaise lounge and leaned back to give himself plenty of traction so he could grind down on Dave harder. Dave watched Taylor's hips work for a moment before throwing his head back and lifting his hips so he could grind back.
In the mindscape, Chris was starting to wake up. He realized something weird was going on next to him, and lifted his head.
Taylor was tossing in the bed next to him, but it was clearly not a nightmare making him do so. He was moaning and crying out in pleasure as if someone was touching him, writhing under the attentions of a phantom lover. "Oh Dave... Dave," he panted.
Watching him, Chris realized he was rolling his hips against someone who wasn't there, and the gyrations had made his dick hard. The bedsheets were tenting over his crotch. Chris had to laugh; it was an awkward thing to have going on right next to you. Then he heard someone else laugh too, and looked up.
Kurt sat crosslegged on the bed, Munchie the cat on his lap. He couldn't stop giggling. Eventually, he had to turn his head to the side and partially cover his mouth with a curled hand.
Laughing with him, Chris asked, "What's with Taylor?"
"You're gonna have to wake up all the way to see that," Kurt replied, and snorted.
At that moment, Chris realized he really didn't know how to get out of this place. "How do I - "
Chris awoke on the couch with a start. He still felt a bit groggy from the Morphecil, but that feeling would wear off, he thought. Still, he tried to move his hands, forgetting they were shackled to the bar. Sounds coming from nearby stole his attention, and Chris immediately stopped thinking about the fact that he couldn't lower his arms once he saw Taylor on top of Dave. This is why Taylor was moaning and writhing in the bed. This is why Dave was so underdressed from the moment Chris came into the house. Nicky had been keeping him almost naked to assert dominance over him. And probably to make what they were doing easier from a practical standpoint. Chris's mouth hung open in shock.
Dave wasn't resisting. He clearly liked getting off with this ghost. At least, that's what Chris thought at first. But he quickly realized the only person Dave wanted to be with was Taylor. Dave wanted to be with Taylor?! "Holy shit," he said out loud.
Nicky looked over his shoulder at him, and Chris saw the changing eyes. Blue, brown, blue, brown, bluebrownbluebrownbluebrown... this is what Dave had meant. And that meant Taylor wanted Dave too.
Why hadn't he seen this before?
While Nicky grinned at him mischievously, Dave looked at him in surprise and then averted his eyes, turning his gaze anywhere but at Chris. A huge secret, a whispered suspicion, had been revealed.
That's when Chris noticed the drying blood and Nicky's carving work.
"You fucking sicko, what have you done to him?!" he yelled.
Panting, Nicky snapped, "Can it wait? Kinda busy," and put his attention back on the motion of his hips.
Dave tried to calm Chris down. "Is'okay, Chris. I'm okay."
Chris wanted more of an explanation of pretty much everything he'd seen since he woke up, but figured he wasn't going to get the best responses until they were done, so he decided to wait. Soon after, Dave pulled hard at the handcuffs with his hands balled into fists and his head thrown back and came, thrusting his hips up against Taylor's crotch. Nicky took hold of his face, putting their foreheads together, and talked him through the orgasm, which seemed quite intense. "Come on, baby, cum for me, baby... that's it... this is all mine... all for me..." Watching Dave shake and listening to him pant and moan, Nicky kissed him, obviously satisfied with himself.
Chris wasn't sure he needed an explanation for the word carved into Dave's chest now, although he definitely had something to say about it.
Kissing him one more time, Nicky got up and loomed over him, watching Dave still breathing hard for a little while longer. "I love you like this. All spent and feeling good." He stepped around the chaise lounge and flopped into one of the chairs, sinking low into it so his spread open crotch would be sticking out.
Dave panted, "You didn't cum."
With a shrug, he replied, "I want to save it up. Somebody's going to fuck me tonight and make me cum so hard I see stars."
Dave worked his jaw, unsure what to say. He didn't want to spoil his first time with Taylor, but if he didn't do what Nicky wanted, how would he react? Would he get angry and carve into Dave further, or just turn to the other man in the room for sex? Would Chris even want it? Would Nicky rape him if he said no?
Of course he would.
Not knowing what to do, Dave watched Nicky rub his hand over his crotch provocatively.
"Dave... how long have you and Taylor felt this way about each other?" Chris asked. "Have you been keeping a relationship secret from the rest of us?"
Dave shook his head. "I've been in love with Taylor since about 2001, at least. How long he's wanted me, I don't know. But this is the first time we've done anything sexual." He glared at Nicky. "Since Nicky showed up."
"Oh God, Dave, I'm so sorry. If I had known, I never would have - "
"It's okay, Chris. You didn't know."
Nicky swiveled one way and then the other in the chair, looking at the two men and wondering what they were talking about. He rubbed absently at the erection poking at his pants again.
It was something Nicky kept doing as he forced them all to watch the first of the movies made about him. His level of arousal just seemed to increase the more memories he relived through the film. "This guy is almost too good-looking to play me. It's a nice compliment, though. Oh, next is a really good sex scene." Nicky leaned back in the chair to watch.
Furrowing his brow, Dave said, "How would you know? You died long before this movie was made."
Nicky, after briefly freezing, finally shrugged. He refused to explain any more.
When the sex scene was over, Nicky was obviously much more aroused than before. He rubbed hard at his erect cock through the tough denim and hissed. "I am so turned on right now. Mmm. I need somebody to fuck me before I burst." Looking at Dave, he waited.
Dave looked away, biting his lip. He didn't want to do this with Nicky still in Taylor's body. He wanted their first time to be romantic. Intimate. Perfect.
Trying to make Dave jealous, Nicky rolled the chair back and put a hand on the inside of Chris's thigh, massaging it. Chris jumped in surprise. "How about you, boy-oh? You wanna fuck Taylor, hm? Was I right when I said you had a thing for him?"
Chris squirmed, repeatedly looking down at the hand on his thigh. Clearing his throat, he replied, "You gotta understand, Taylor's like sex on legs; he's just got this vibe, and... I... but..." He finally finished, "I promised my wife that wouldn't happen again."
Mouth agape, Nicky looked at Dave. He was looking away, but Nicky could still see the hurt on his face, the sad cast of his eyebrows and pout to his mouth. "You promised your wife you wouldn't fuck Taylor again? How did that happen?!"
Clearly reluctant to discuss it in Dave's company, Chris looked from one man to the other. "Um... Dave, are you going to be okay if I talk about this?"
Dave shrugged. There was no point to saying no.
"Okay. Well, it was the end of our tour for 'Wasting Light.' We had a really big party, and things got a little crazy. Our wives weren't there. It was our 'no wives' party, so we could get a stripper."
Nicky clucked his tongue at Dave, enjoying this already. "You dog."
Dave didn't respond, just looking away.
Rolling his eyes, Chris continued, "Our wives understand that shit. They married hard rock musicians. It's not like anyone was going to fuck her. Anyway, everybody was off somewhere else. They'd already had their turn. It was just me and Taylor in the room. We'd had way too much to drink when the stripper came in. It was the end of a tour and we needed to party hard. You know?"
Nicky nodded.
"The girl was anxious to make as much money as possible, and she offered to go further than a lap dance, that she would blow us both for additional bucks. Taylor said no, that it wasn't necessary, because he could bend over so far that he could suck his own dick. I thought he was just talking, joking, you know. A drunk boast. So the stripper said she didn't believe it and dared him to take his dick out and suck it.
"Next thing I know, Taylor is stripping off his clothes and getting down on the floor, playing with himself the whole time, and at first we're all laughing. He explains that he inherited a spinal defect that allows him to be really flexible, and his cock gets pretty decently sized when he's hard, so he could suck it. Then Taylor goes, 'This is the easiest position to do it in,' and lays on his back. He pulls his legs up so his ass is sticking in the air and practically puts his ankles behind his ears, easy as pie, and we're really laughing now. Including Taylor. I mean, it was like one of those circus contortionists. His dick was hanging right in his face. Then he put it in his mouth as far as he could and started to moan and suck himself off, and everybody stopped laughing." Chris's eyes were a little wild as he recounted the story. "It was hot as shit."
Astounded, Nicky looked at Dave, then Taylor's crotch, and back at Dave. He was just now realizing what this meant. "Did you know about this?"
Dave sighed. "Taylor said as much years ago, but I also thought it was just Taylor being Taylor, and I never dared him to prove it." He looked at Chris. "Chris telling us the story of what happened was the first I heard of it being true."
Again, Nicky looked at Taylor's crotch. He snickered, long and hard. "Go on with your story," he said to Chris, but Dave knew what he was thinking.
"Okay." Chris glanced at both men and swallowed hard, afraid he was hurting Dave by telling it. "The stripper said this was the hottest thing she'd ever seen, and offered to masturbate for us if we paid her more, and I said okay, just kind of waving her off, because I had all the entertainment I needed. I mean, it was one of the hottest shows ever. It was like a porno. Taylor was fucking his own mouth and really liking it and it was turning me on."
Nicky resumed rubbing his inner thigh. "Just how many bisexual guys does this band have anyway?"
"Oh, I'm not bisexual. Taylor's the only guy I ever wanted. I like women."
Nicky snorted. "So, you fucked a guy... but you're not bisexual."
Dave cut in, "Is this really the right time to debate sexual identity?"
"Right, right." Nicky shifted a little in the chair, face flushed. "So then what happened?"
"I sat on the couch next to where the stripper was taking off her clothes and just opened my pants and started beating off. Neither of us was even watching the chick, we were looking at each other. Taylor gets up, comes over to me, and starts begging me to fuck him. He says he occasionally likes to be fucked, that Alison had pegged him before, but he prefers to be fucked by a real dick. Before I can stop him, Taylor starts giving me a blowjob, and I didn't stop him." His eyes were even wilder than before. Nicky noticed a lump in his pants, and grinned. "I was so turned on. The stripper loved it."
"So you fucked him."
"I didn't have to move a muscle. After he got me extra hard, Taylor just climbs into my lap and the next thing I know, I'm inside him and we're fucking, no condom. All I could think is shit, Cara's gonna kill me. But it felt so good, I didn't stop him."
"How did she find out?"
"I told her. I felt guilty. She almost left me. That's why I promised her it would never happen again. So you see, I can't be the one who..." Chris looked at the hand, rubbing his thigh. "Please stop that."
"Oh... but you've got me really worked up, mister." Nicky rolled himself out of the chair and right into Chris's lap, straddling him and rapidly unbuttoning his shirt.
"No, no, come on, man."
Nicky opened his shirt and rubbed Chris's chest. "Jesus, Dave, have you seen all these tattoos? I think he's more tatted up than you are."
"Leave him alone. He said he doesn't want to."
"Make me," Nicky challenged. He moved down to undo Chris's pants.
Chris sounded like he was holding back tears. "God, please, don't, my wife..."
When Dave saw Chris's cock in Nicky's hand, he said, "Nicky, come on, please, be human."
"Make. Me," Nicky repeated. Chris whimper-moaned and pulled at the handcuffs as Nicky began to stroke his cock. When he leaned down and gave the head of the hard dick a good licking, Dave spoke up again.
"Fine. Fine, motherfucker. Stop it. Leave Chris alone."
Nicky leaned up, looking at him with hope. "You'll be with me instead?"
"What do you think I'm saying?"
"This is the fulfillment of a dream." Nicky stood up, leaving Chris in his excited state, but it made Chris heave a sigh of relief. Truthfully, Cara probably would have forgiven him for it if she ever believed the circumstances, but he would still feel guilty, thinking of how much she cried the first time.
Sitting on the side of the chaise lounge, Nicky asked, "What would your wife think if she knew you fucked Taylor?"
"She'd think it finally happened."
"You and Jordyn have discussed this before?"
"Me and Jordyn have talked about this before, yes. I swore her to secrecy because I thought it would never happen."
Nicky didn't waste any time; he stroked at Dave's cock through his underwear. Dave was already part of the way there. He writhed sinuously under the wandering hand. "Have you ever seen Taylor do the flexibility trick?"
Dave shook his head.
"Do you want to? Would you like to see him cum in his own mouth?"
Dave nodded vigorously.
"Okay, then." Nicky unbuttoned his jeans.
"Wait. I want to tell you something first."
His hands still, Nicky looked at him.
Dave couldn't hold it in. "I hate you for this, Nicky. I wanted my first time with Taylor to be perfect, just the two of us. Instead, you'll be there, and Taylor won't be completely conscious of the fact that this is really happening. You're ruining this experience for me."
The reaction he got was unexpected. Instead of getting upset and making an in-character threat, Nicky smiled, evil and calculated. "You really don't remember, do you?"
"Remember what?"
"Maybe you do remember, but you don't realize... you were quite drunk that night."
"Nicky, cut the shit. What are you getting at?" Dave growled. If Nicky didn't get on with it, he might lose his nerve.
"Well, you see... I have access to Taylor's memories, because I'm possessing his body. Before he joined the band, shortly before he joined the band, in fact, you encountered him in a record store..."
The world seemed to stop for a moment. Dave's mouth fell open. "What...? No. No, that's impossible. I was drunk, yeah, but I remember a lot about that night, and that guy's name was - " Suddenly devastated, Dave couldn't speak at first; it was written all over his face. "...Oh. He told me his name was Oh."
Nicky made sure he remembered, "Oliver starts with O."
Snippets of their conversation came back to him. Everything was fuzzy, a little blurry. Kissing Taylor, Taylor insisting on wearing his sunglasses practically the whole time, except when he was behind him, licking, so slowly. "What's your name?"
"Oh."
"Your name is Oh? So what am I supposed to moan while we're going at it, oh Oh?"
Taylor snickering in reaction.
All these years, how he had built this moment up in his head, only to find out it had already happened. He had left feeling disappointed, unsatisfied. Dave's eyes filled with tears. "God, Taylor. When you realized I didn't know it was you, why didn't you tell me?" He hung his head and cried.
Chris wasn't sure what they were talking about, but Dave's tears moved him, and he looked at Nicky and said, "You're a monster."
Ignoring him, Nicky finished, "So as you can see, you've already fucked Taylor."
Notes: The idea for Taylor to be this flexible comes from actor Misha Collins, who, um, actually has this spinal defect.
See?
Chapters 11-12
Rating: Adult17+
Word Count: 44,430 so far, 13 of ? chapters completed
Chapters in this Post: 9-10
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 9: Pieces of the Puzzle
Word Count: 3,429
Wandering the field of soft, white light, Chris found the strength in his legs leaving him. He had to find a place to lie down. His body was somewhere else, handcuffed down to a couch, sleeping, but his consciousness was here, meandering around, looking for a place to rest, to find safety. Somehow, he knew although he didn't know where he was, it was very dangerous here. Claws and teeth lurked around every corner.
And apparently, big white beds with sleeping friends, too.
Taylor lay in the king-sized bed with, strangely, a black and white tuxedo cat snoozing on the pillow above his head. The cat had formed a loaf with his body, legs tucked underneath him, and occasionally let out a purring snore.
Chris would have climbed right in, as comfortable and inviting as everything looked, but there were four frightening, bloody handprints on various parts of the end of the bed. He swayed in place, unsure what to do.
"Get in the bed before they come back. Stay in the light."
Chris looked to his left and gasped. He was dreaming, right? The man standing there was Kurt Cobain, looking exactly as he had when he died. Except for the very odd fact that he was wearing a leather collar with three spikes left on it, with a chain attached. A leash. "What the fuck am I dreaming?"
"It's not entirely a dream. Your souls are in real danger here." Kurt pointed to the bed. "You see how the edges are in shadow? Stay in the middle with Taylor. Stay in the light." He gave Chris a light shove toward the bed.
Chris started to climb in to Taylor's left, trying to avoid the bloody handprints. "Hi, uh, I'm Chris."
"I know." Kurt looked over his shoulder.
"Why are you here?" He laid down next to Taylor. "Oh wow, this is the most comfortable bed ever."
"I'm trying to help. Like I said, you guys are in danger here, and I'm being allowed to try to help you stay alive." Kurt checked to make sure every part of Chris's body was inside the field of soft light that shone on most of the bed.
"Why?" Chris asked.
Looking over his shoulder again, Kurt said quietly, "Because Dave has made himself a beautiful life, and you guys are his friends. So much would be destroyed if Nicky Kelly gets what he wants. I can't sit back and allow that to happen."
A strange clucking, like that of a chattering bird, came out of the white mist beyond the bed. The sound wasn't intelligible to Chris, but it did have a rhythm to it, like something was speaking out there. Kurt responded, "I know. I was about to go look for him." The chattering continued. The sound made Chris's head hurt a little. "Yeah, I'm aware of that, Boddah. Jesus, will you chill out? ...I'm going right now! God. I just want to make sure this guy is tucked in first so one of Kelly's demons doesn't rip his arm off for a snack. Is that okay with you?"
"Cronk, cronk!" the bird-thing said.
Boddah? Chris tried to remember where he'd heard that name before, but only after he pulled all of his limbs close to his body and moved in next to Taylor, clearly within the boundaries of the light.
Taylor smacked his lips like he was thirsty. "Beer looks good," he mumbled in his sleep. "Can I have some?"
The cat stretched and yawned.
A piercing roar came out of the mist. Chris felt his entire body tense, and a cold chill swept up and down his back and limbs. Oh God, this was quickly becoming a nightmare.
"Munchie get off the counter!" Taylor yelled in reaction, and took a deep breath through his nose before going limp again. The cat growled deep in his throat, but otherwise did not move.
Chris glared at him.
"Fuck," Kurt exclaimed. He took off toward the noise.
Dave knew this was the mindscape, the place he'd been before, the place where Taylor was asleep and helpless and where Kurt had kissed him for the first time in twenty-three years. But where in the mindscape, he didn't know. It was all just a field of white. Where was the bed? Where was Kurt? Dave's legs were giving out. The Morphecil was putting him to sleep, through and through. Soon, he would float on a soothing, black cloud.
Nearby, something screamed. It was a horrible, terrifying sound.
Dave stumbled and fell. A creature enveloped in a black hooded cloak came and stood next to him. Dave couldn't see its feet; the cloak reached the floor. As he looked up, and up, and up, he realized the creature stood about eight feet tall. One hand made of clacking human bones held the other end of a chain, wrapped around its fist. The hood shifted and he could see beady black eyes and a sleek beard of feathers, and then a grey-black beak cried, "Auck! Auck! Auck!"
It was some kind of giant bird thing. A raven, maybe? Dave had never seen anything like that, and he screamed.
Kurt ran in and grabbed him, his feet almost sliding out from under him. "Stop screaming, stop, it's okay! That's just Boddah. Come on!" He hauled the other man up and threw Dave's arm over his shoulders, then ran with him toward the big bed. Dave tried to keep up, but Kurt was doing most of the work.
"That's Boddah?" Dave tried to ask, but Kurt was too focused on getting him to safety. "He's real?"
The roaring thing screeched again, much closer this time.
Before they made it to the bed, Dave realized that the chain in Boddah's hand led back to the collar around Kurt's neck. Boddah wasn't an imaginary friend, he was some sort of handler for...
For the dead?
Raven. Hooded cloak. Clacking bones.
He was Kurt's reaper. Boddah was a reaper, waiting for years for Kurt to die. Jesus, had it really been possible for that long?
Kurt said, "Upsie daisy," and tossed Dave into the bed. "Woo, you're a lot heavier than you used to be. You gettin' a little belly there, Dave?" He goosed Dave's tummy with an amused grin before picking up his feet and putting them into the bed too.
All the movement on the bed made Taylor turn over and mumble, "Bouncy bouncy."
"Hey, I've reached the ripe old age of forty-eight. I've earned this belly." Dave looked at Kurt's collar and his much more youthful face, his age frozen in time, and pouted sadly.
Kurt made sure every part of Dave's body was inside the light and breathed a sigh of relief. He sank to his knees next to the bed and leaned on it, laying his arms across it and his chin on his arms, taking a moment to rest. Kurt smiled at Dave. "Don't look at me like that," he said. "What's done is done. You lived on and earned every year of life beyond me. I made my bed and now I lie in it. It's okay." Kurt leaned up a little and fingered the collar. "I've learned to live with what I have to do. Or, not to live with it, but..."
"Don't do that. Don't joke about it," Dave said quietly.
"Why not? It's the kind of thing that can destroy you if you don't learn to laugh about it. Or maybe you just avoid thinking about it altogether?"
"Yeah, I guess. Just, not now, not now." Dave turned to his left to check on everyone else. Chris had fallen asleep next to Taylor, who continued to sleep as if he'd been deeply sedated, save for the occasional outburst of talking in his sleep. Curling up next to Taylor and snoozing for a while sounded great, but first, Dave had to make sure that Kurt was okay. "So why are you chained to Boddah? Is he actually some kind of reaper?"
Kurt nodded as he replied, "Very good, Dave. All those weirdass books you read to pass the time on the road sometimes pay off."
"One of them talked about psychopomps. Reapers. They're associated with different types of animals, like ravens." Dave watched the chain sway lightly as it dangled off into the mist. Boddah was keeping his distance. "I have a million questions, but I'm fighting sleep as it is. Let me just ask... are you okay? Why are you chained to Boddah?"
Kurt took a deep breath and sighed it out. "You're persistent with those questions. Because he's my companion while I try to make amends. For hurting so many people when I killed myself."
Tears came to Dave's eyes, but he did not shed them. "I'm sorry."
Kurt shrugged. "It's what I have to do. I've accepted it." He patted Dave's arm. "I need you to do something for me."
"What?"
"Remember when you were working too hard and couldn't sleep and the doctor gave you the instructions for meditation along with the Morphecil?"
"Uh huh."
"Do you remember how to meditate?"
"Pretty much," Dave replied.
"Keep that in mind. I may need you to come in here and talk to me when you're not asleep. Meditation will make it happen," Kurt explained.
"Okay, I will." He paused, then said, "Kurt, earlier today, when Nicky was about to... you know what he was about to do, I heard your voice telling me to cry to get him to stop. What happened there?"
Leaning his chin on his palm, Kurt said, "Sometimes I can talk to you by telepathy, but it takes a lot of energy." He pointed from his head to Dave's. "I'm sorry I had to put those horrible pictures in your head, but we had to make the tears happen really quick. When I spoke to you, you could barely hear me, right?"
"Yeah."
"That's because you were further away from the statue than usual. It's the whole reason this whole mindmeld is possible." Kurt spread his arms out a bit to indicate the area of white light in which they were all currently congregating. "It's why all of your minds come together when you sleep."
"What is it about the statue that makes this happen?" Dave asked.
"It's been mojoed. It's had a spell put on it. A witch trapped Kelly's soul in the statue and you guys accidentally let it out."
"Witches and witchcraft, all that stuff is real?"
Kurt had to laugh. He shook his head. "Your best friend is possessed by a ghost, your old friend who's been dead for more than twenty years comes back chained to a reaper, and you're questioning the existence of witchcraft?"
After a second to consider it, Dave had to laugh too. "Just because I'm open doesn't mean I believe in everything right off."
"Well, trust me, the statue's been magicked up its plastic ass."
"Why did some witch put Nicky's soul in the statue?"
Kurt clucked his tongue and shook his head. "I can't tell you that just yet. It interferes too much with fate." With a little grin, Kurt leaned forward and gave him a small kiss on the mouth. "You were always so curious."
Dave's eyes opened and closed slowly. "Am I going to be blind in my dreams now, like the last time he gave me the Morphecil? I really didn't like that."
Kurt frowned. "Dave, when you experienced the blindness, you just couldn't open your eyes. The drug is very strong and very sedating, but it did allow you to wake up just a little. The things you were feeling were really happening."
Swallowing hard, Dave said, "So the sicko did suck me off while I was out cold. What makes him think he can do whatever the fuck he wants to people?"
"Dave, he's really warped, and very dangerous. You've really got to humor him until we can figure a way out of this."
Over Kurt's shoulder, Dave saw someone enter the scene, or maybe it was something. It looked like a man dressed in a Fedora style hat and long, brown duster coat, but his hands had claws and his skin looked like leather. When he grinned at the sights before him, Dave could see his sharp, shark-like teeth. "Well, well... three in the bed and the little one said..."
"Kurt, you get in here with us," Dave said, desperately taking hold of Kurt's sleeve.
Kurt smiled at him. "You think I'm afraid of this waste of skin?" He winked, then stood up to face the creature.
"Well... lo and behold, it's the illustrious Kurt Cobain." He swung a set of keys on a chain attached to his coat. "Everybody's heard of you."
Kurt didn't acknowledge what the man had said. "I haven't had the pleasure of learning your name."
"It's Len, friend." He looked past Kurt to the treasure trove of souls in the bed. "You're taking care of all these guys? Since when has life meant anything to you?"
Trying to prove that the things Len said didn't faze him, Kurt sang, "That legendary suicide is such a boooore," and played air drums to follow himself up.
Len mock-laughed. "Come on, Kurt, we all know you're out of your league here. Kelly's my bitch. You wanna see the pictures of the sick shit I got him to do to his victims? Do you really want to be around when I convince him to cut your boy's head off? 'Cause Kelly's been listening to me since before you started talking to Boddah."
"I'm doing okay, friend," Kurt replied, putting extra, sarcastic emphasis on the word 'friend.' "Thanks for your concern."
The demon eyed the collar around Kurt's neck. He lightly touched one of the spikes. "Only three left, huh? You might be able to get rid of this one," Len wiggled the spike under his finger, "...but you'll never talk your way out of the other two."
Kurt couldn't help but be bothered by what the demon had said; he smacked his hand away. Len grinned and snickered. "Just be ready to get the fuck out of here when I send your precious Nicky back where he came from," Kurt said. "He can't keep that mojo working forever. The spells aren't even his."
"It's all in how you manipulate the power available to you, Kurt. You know that. It's how Boddah got you in here."
Kurt looked at the demon like he wanted his head to explode into a million pieces. "That's Mr. Cobain to you."
Len chuckled, a hand to his mouth. "Have you even considered that if you fail, your soul could be consumed here too?"
"What have I got to lose?" Kurt asked with a shrug.
Len immediately replied, "Over twenty years of amends." Then he added, "The chance to have your daughter forgive you."
Kurt stood and said nothing, only glared.
Dave swallowed down the lump of emotion in his throat. Their words were cryptic, but he thought he understood.
His smile widening, Len shrugged too. "It's up to you." He walked away as if on his way out, but took a moment to stop at the foot of the bed. He could see Dave was the only one still awake. "If you care about Kurt, you'll tell him to get out of here. Save himself." With that, Len strolled into the mist, his seeds of doubt clearly placed.
Kurt came to the side of the bed. "Good for him he left. I was just about to kick his ass," he said with a grin.
"Kurt... are you sure you're okay? After what he said..."
"I don't want you to pay any attention to anything that asshole spat out of his mealy little mouth. Okay?" Kurt hated that the things Len said were making Dave worry about him. "He wanted to get under your skin."
"But, if you're in any danger - "
Sitting on the side of the bed, Kurt declared, "I'm not leaving until you're all safe. I won't talk anymore about it."
The tone of his voice told Dave he meant it. "Will you stay here with me 'til I fall asleep?"
"Sure." Sitting crosslegged on the bed, Kurt reached out and brushed stray hairs off Dave's forehead. "You sleep off the Morphecil."
Dave wanted to ask more questions. There were so many things he didn't know. But the motion of Kurt's hand as he stroked the hair out of Dave's eyes was too hypnotic, and the drug too strong to resist anymore. His mind drifted off to sleep as his body had, and he eventually somehow made his way to Taylor.
Dave didn't recognize the room. He did recognize the person crouched on the floor of the kitchen, however, holding the black and white cat. "Taylor!"
Taylor barely had time to look up before Dave caught him up in a mighty hug. Dave noticed Taylor was wearing the clothes he had on the night of the séance. Taylor didn't hug him back because he'd have to let go of the cat, and for some reason, he didn't want to do that. "Shhhh, shhh!" Taylor shushed desperately. "He might hear you!"
Dave didn't want to waste any time. He took Taylor's face in his hands. "Tee, you have to wake up! You're possessed by the ghost we contacted through the Ouija board. If you don't take your body back, he's going to wind up killing us all!"
Taylor's eyes were glassy, unfocused. He held up the cat. "This is Munchie. He keeps me company."
Dave realized he was shaking, too. "Taylor, he's got you under a spell! Please, what do I have to do to wake you up?"
Someone screamed. "No, God, put that down!"
Dave followed the scream with his eyes. A man was handcuffed and tied down to a chair. Was that Nicky Kelly approaching him with a knife? Yes, it was Nicky. Dave recognized him from the picture.
Taylor curled in on himself, hugging the cat. Munchie made a sound that was half growl and half purr. "I won't look. I can't see anymore."
This was Nicky's house. These were his crimes. Is this where Taylor had been trapped all this time? In Nicky Kelly's memories?
Nicky climbed into the guy's lap and cut his shirt open, snickering. The man keened in fright. He made much louder noises as Nicky began to carve into his chest.
Dave felt the pain like it was his chest that was being carved. He looked down to see blood running down his stomach in thin rivulets. But he was no longer in Nicky's house. This was really happening.
Nicky, still in Taylor's body, had a small knife he'd taken from Dave's kitchen and was using it to carve letters into the right side of his chest, the side with no tattoo. Although Dave was still half asleep from the Morphecil, he could feel all of the pain of what Nicky was doing. Grimacing, he said, "Nicky, stop! What are you doing?"
"I'm almost done," was his only explanation.
Dave yelped in pain. As Nicky drew the last line in his skin, he realized what he had done.
MINE, it said. MINE. Nicky had marked him as property.
He sat back and surveyed his work, panting and smiling. Nicky dabbed at the word with a towel to sop up some of the blood. "If I went deep enough, it could be permanent."
Author's Notes: Oh yeah, and some chapters will be named after Birds of Satan songs. :D
Look at the amazing art Crisco_Twister (on Rockfic) did for me!! She really captured Kurt and my version of Boddah very well. Thank you, hon! I love it!!!
Chapter 10: Razor
Word Count: 4,004
Warning: This chapter contains sex while high on drugs, which some could consider dub-con.
Angry, Dave didn't consider that he was speaking to a crazy person. He just started yelling. "What the hell did you do that for?! What gives you the right..." He trailed off as Nicky leaned down and licked some of the blood off his chest. Obviously, he was having some sort of moment, his eyes closed and mouth panting.
Dave tried to reach him. "Go get the bandages."
"No," Nicky said, shaking his head. "I want this to scar. I'll monitor it to make sure it doesn't get infected, but I want it to be permanent."
"I don't."
"You say that as if it matters." He caught another rivulet of blood with his tongue and followed it up Dave's chest, taking the nearby nipple in his mouth and sucking it.
"So the truth comes out. Before, you were saying you and Taylor could learn to live in the same body, but that's not the truth. You want to steal his body and hold me captive. It doesn't matter what I want. You're torturing Taylor by trapping him in your most violent memories, aren't you? Trying to break his will?"
Nicky blinked at him, trying not to lose his buzz. "How do you know that?"
"I had a dream. It was too real." Did Nicky know Kurt was involved, and the things he was showing them?
Nicky stared at him a moment longer, then dabbed at his wounds with the towel again. The blood was drying up. "I guess you found me out. But it's only because I love you and want you all to myself."
Dave considered continuing with his current train of conversation, but realized it would be pointless and a bad idea. Instead, he said, "It really hurts. Can you please bandage it up?"
For several seconds, Nicky did not answer him, just stared dreamily at the word he'd carved into Dave's chest. Eventually, he looked up. "I won't bandage it. But I did get you something for pain while I was out." He got up and went over to a couple shopping bags at the foot of the stairs.
This gave Dave a chance to survey the room. Chris was still asleep on the couch. Some of the lights were off. Had Nicky come back from running his errands and immediately climbed on top of him with the knife? It seemed that way - he hadn't even taken the time to unpack the shopping bags. Why had he come back with such a jones to carve MINE into Dave's chest? Was it the idea of watching movies about himself and his crimes that had gotten him so worked up?
Nicky came back with a soda in one hand and a bottle of pills in the other. He straddled him again, purposefully settling Taylor's crotch right on top of Dave's. Dave made a small noise of surprise. Nicky opened the bottle and fished out two pills. "Open your mouth."
"What're those?"
"Vicodin. You had an old prescription in your nightstand you never filled. The pharmacist recognized me and had no problem filling it for Dave Grohl's bandmate and best friend." Nicky grinned, showing him the bottle.
"Wow, there really is no such thing as privacy with you, is there?"
Ignoring the comment, Nicky said, "Why do you bother going to the doctor if you're not going to fill the prescriptions they give you?" He looked at Dave expectantly.
Dave knew there was no fighting this. He would refuse to take the Vicodin and Nicky would threaten to kill Taylor and he would take the pills anyway, so instead of going through that song and dance, Dave just opened his mouth. Nicky put the pills on his tongue and gave him some soda to wash them down with. "Those will take a little bit to take effect. You want something to eat?"
Dave did; he was hungry. Nicky got the lap tray and the fast food he'd bought for lunch and fed it all to him. "I already ate," he said, squeezing ketchup onto Dave's curly fries. By the time they were done, Dave was feeling more than fine from the two Vicodin pills. But that's what Nicky wanted, wasn't it?
He felt warm and perfectly comfortable. Soon, the soaring feeling would overtake him, and a smile would be plastered on his face. Why hadn't he filled this prescription before? Vicodin was awesome. "My chest stopped hurting," Dave reported, and giggled.
Nicky grinned at him. "You feeling good, baby?"
Dave nodded. Oh, here came the feeling of soaring around the room, out the window, into the sky! His eyes became a little unfocused as Nicky removed the tray and climbed into his lap again, rubbing his crotch against Dave's. Dave let out a little moan.
Nicky took the other man's face in his hands and began to kiss him. Dave was feeling too good to resist. Within half a minute, Dave found himself hard and shaking, enjoying the lapdance Taylor was giving him. But, was it Taylor? Dave looked and saw the ever-changing eyes, and smiled. He didn't give a shit if Nicky was there too. All he cared about was his hot, sexy Taylor rocking back and forth on top of him, breathing hard and moaning, looking so good with his half-lidded eyes and mouth open in ecstasy. And as long as they were doing this, Taylor wasn't in Nicky's memories, being tortured.
"Mm... Dave..." he breathed. He grabbed the sides of the chaise lounge and leaned back to give himself plenty of traction so he could grind down on Dave harder. Dave watched Taylor's hips work for a moment before throwing his head back and lifting his hips so he could grind back.
In the mindscape, Chris was starting to wake up. He realized something weird was going on next to him, and lifted his head.
Taylor was tossing in the bed next to him, but it was clearly not a nightmare making him do so. He was moaning and crying out in pleasure as if someone was touching him, writhing under the attentions of a phantom lover. "Oh Dave... Dave," he panted.
Watching him, Chris realized he was rolling his hips against someone who wasn't there, and the gyrations had made his dick hard. The bedsheets were tenting over his crotch. Chris had to laugh; it was an awkward thing to have going on right next to you. Then he heard someone else laugh too, and looked up.
Kurt sat crosslegged on the bed, Munchie the cat on his lap. He couldn't stop giggling. Eventually, he had to turn his head to the side and partially cover his mouth with a curled hand.
Laughing with him, Chris asked, "What's with Taylor?"
"You're gonna have to wake up all the way to see that," Kurt replied, and snorted.
At that moment, Chris realized he really didn't know how to get out of this place. "How do I - "
Chris awoke on the couch with a start. He still felt a bit groggy from the Morphecil, but that feeling would wear off, he thought. Still, he tried to move his hands, forgetting they were shackled to the bar. Sounds coming from nearby stole his attention, and Chris immediately stopped thinking about the fact that he couldn't lower his arms once he saw Taylor on top of Dave. This is why Taylor was moaning and writhing in the bed. This is why Dave was so underdressed from the moment Chris came into the house. Nicky had been keeping him almost naked to assert dominance over him. And probably to make what they were doing easier from a practical standpoint. Chris's mouth hung open in shock.
Dave wasn't resisting. He clearly liked getting off with this ghost. At least, that's what Chris thought at first. But he quickly realized the only person Dave wanted to be with was Taylor. Dave wanted to be with Taylor?! "Holy shit," he said out loud.
Nicky looked over his shoulder at him, and Chris saw the changing eyes. Blue, brown, blue, brown, bluebrownbluebrownbluebrown... this is what Dave had meant. And that meant Taylor wanted Dave too.
Why hadn't he seen this before?
While Nicky grinned at him mischievously, Dave looked at him in surprise and then averted his eyes, turning his gaze anywhere but at Chris. A huge secret, a whispered suspicion, had been revealed.
That's when Chris noticed the drying blood and Nicky's carving work.
"You fucking sicko, what have you done to him?!" he yelled.
Panting, Nicky snapped, "Can it wait? Kinda busy," and put his attention back on the motion of his hips.
Dave tried to calm Chris down. "Is'okay, Chris. I'm okay."
Chris wanted more of an explanation of pretty much everything he'd seen since he woke up, but figured he wasn't going to get the best responses until they were done, so he decided to wait. Soon after, Dave pulled hard at the handcuffs with his hands balled into fists and his head thrown back and came, thrusting his hips up against Taylor's crotch. Nicky took hold of his face, putting their foreheads together, and talked him through the orgasm, which seemed quite intense. "Come on, baby, cum for me, baby... that's it... this is all mine... all for me..." Watching Dave shake and listening to him pant and moan, Nicky kissed him, obviously satisfied with himself.
Chris wasn't sure he needed an explanation for the word carved into Dave's chest now, although he definitely had something to say about it.
Kissing him one more time, Nicky got up and loomed over him, watching Dave still breathing hard for a little while longer. "I love you like this. All spent and feeling good." He stepped around the chaise lounge and flopped into one of the chairs, sinking low into it so his spread open crotch would be sticking out.
Dave panted, "You didn't cum."
With a shrug, he replied, "I want to save it up. Somebody's going to fuck me tonight and make me cum so hard I see stars."
Dave worked his jaw, unsure what to say. He didn't want to spoil his first time with Taylor, but if he didn't do what Nicky wanted, how would he react? Would he get angry and carve into Dave further, or just turn to the other man in the room for sex? Would Chris even want it? Would Nicky rape him if he said no?
Of course he would.
Not knowing what to do, Dave watched Nicky rub his hand over his crotch provocatively.
"Dave... how long have you and Taylor felt this way about each other?" Chris asked. "Have you been keeping a relationship secret from the rest of us?"
Dave shook his head. "I've been in love with Taylor since about 2001, at least. How long he's wanted me, I don't know. But this is the first time we've done anything sexual." He glared at Nicky. "Since Nicky showed up."
"Oh God, Dave, I'm so sorry. If I had known, I never would have - "
"It's okay, Chris. You didn't know."
Nicky swiveled one way and then the other in the chair, looking at the two men and wondering what they were talking about. He rubbed absently at the erection poking at his pants again.
It was something Nicky kept doing as he forced them all to watch the first of the movies made about him. His level of arousal just seemed to increase the more memories he relived through the film. "This guy is almost too good-looking to play me. It's a nice compliment, though. Oh, next is a really good sex scene." Nicky leaned back in the chair to watch.
Furrowing his brow, Dave said, "How would you know? You died long before this movie was made."
Nicky, after briefly freezing, finally shrugged. He refused to explain any more.
When the sex scene was over, Nicky was obviously much more aroused than before. He rubbed hard at his erect cock through the tough denim and hissed. "I am so turned on right now. Mmm. I need somebody to fuck me before I burst." Looking at Dave, he waited.
Dave looked away, biting his lip. He didn't want to do this with Nicky still in Taylor's body. He wanted their first time to be romantic. Intimate. Perfect.
Trying to make Dave jealous, Nicky rolled the chair back and put a hand on the inside of Chris's thigh, massaging it. Chris jumped in surprise. "How about you, boy-oh? You wanna fuck Taylor, hm? Was I right when I said you had a thing for him?"
Chris squirmed, repeatedly looking down at the hand on his thigh. Clearing his throat, he replied, "You gotta understand, Taylor's like sex on legs; he's just got this vibe, and... I... but..." He finally finished, "I promised my wife that wouldn't happen again."
Mouth agape, Nicky looked at Dave. He was looking away, but Nicky could still see the hurt on his face, the sad cast of his eyebrows and pout to his mouth. "You promised your wife you wouldn't fuck Taylor again? How did that happen?!"
Clearly reluctant to discuss it in Dave's company, Chris looked from one man to the other. "Um... Dave, are you going to be okay if I talk about this?"
Dave shrugged. There was no point to saying no.
"Okay. Well, it was the end of our tour for 'Wasting Light.' We had a really big party, and things got a little crazy. Our wives weren't there. It was our 'no wives' party, so we could get a stripper."
Nicky clucked his tongue at Dave, enjoying this already. "You dog."
Dave didn't respond, just looking away.
Rolling his eyes, Chris continued, "Our wives understand that shit. They married hard rock musicians. It's not like anyone was going to fuck her. Anyway, everybody was off somewhere else. They'd already had their turn. It was just me and Taylor in the room. We'd had way too much to drink when the stripper came in. It was the end of a tour and we needed to party hard. You know?"
Nicky nodded.
"The girl was anxious to make as much money as possible, and she offered to go further than a lap dance, that she would blow us both for additional bucks. Taylor said no, that it wasn't necessary, because he could bend over so far that he could suck his own dick. I thought he was just talking, joking, you know. A drunk boast. So the stripper said she didn't believe it and dared him to take his dick out and suck it.
"Next thing I know, Taylor is stripping off his clothes and getting down on the floor, playing with himself the whole time, and at first we're all laughing. He explains that he inherited a spinal defect that allows him to be really flexible, and his cock gets pretty decently sized when he's hard, so he could suck it. Then Taylor goes, 'This is the easiest position to do it in,' and lays on his back. He pulls his legs up so his ass is sticking in the air and practically puts his ankles behind his ears, easy as pie, and we're really laughing now. Including Taylor. I mean, it was like one of those circus contortionists. His dick was hanging right in his face. Then he put it in his mouth as far as he could and started to moan and suck himself off, and everybody stopped laughing." Chris's eyes were a little wild as he recounted the story. "It was hot as shit."
Astounded, Nicky looked at Dave, then Taylor's crotch, and back at Dave. He was just now realizing what this meant. "Did you know about this?"
Dave sighed. "Taylor said as much years ago, but I also thought it was just Taylor being Taylor, and I never dared him to prove it." He looked at Chris. "Chris telling us the story of what happened was the first I heard of it being true."
Again, Nicky looked at Taylor's crotch. He snickered, long and hard. "Go on with your story," he said to Chris, but Dave knew what he was thinking.
"Okay." Chris glanced at both men and swallowed hard, afraid he was hurting Dave by telling it. "The stripper said this was the hottest thing she'd ever seen, and offered to masturbate for us if we paid her more, and I said okay, just kind of waving her off, because I had all the entertainment I needed. I mean, it was one of the hottest shows ever. It was like a porno. Taylor was fucking his own mouth and really liking it and it was turning me on."
Nicky resumed rubbing his inner thigh. "Just how many bisexual guys does this band have anyway?"
"Oh, I'm not bisexual. Taylor's the only guy I ever wanted. I like women."
Nicky snorted. "So, you fucked a guy... but you're not bisexual."
Dave cut in, "Is this really the right time to debate sexual identity?"
"Right, right." Nicky shifted a little in the chair, face flushed. "So then what happened?"
"I sat on the couch next to where the stripper was taking off her clothes and just opened my pants and started beating off. Neither of us was even watching the chick, we were looking at each other. Taylor gets up, comes over to me, and starts begging me to fuck him. He says he occasionally likes to be fucked, that Alison had pegged him before, but he prefers to be fucked by a real dick. Before I can stop him, Taylor starts giving me a blowjob, and I didn't stop him." His eyes were even wilder than before. Nicky noticed a lump in his pants, and grinned. "I was so turned on. The stripper loved it."
"So you fucked him."
"I didn't have to move a muscle. After he got me extra hard, Taylor just climbs into my lap and the next thing I know, I'm inside him and we're fucking, no condom. All I could think is shit, Cara's gonna kill me. But it felt so good, I didn't stop him."
"How did she find out?"
"I told her. I felt guilty. She almost left me. That's why I promised her it would never happen again. So you see, I can't be the one who..." Chris looked at the hand, rubbing his thigh. "Please stop that."
"Oh... but you've got me really worked up, mister." Nicky rolled himself out of the chair and right into Chris's lap, straddling him and rapidly unbuttoning his shirt.
"No, no, come on, man."
Nicky opened his shirt and rubbed Chris's chest. "Jesus, Dave, have you seen all these tattoos? I think he's more tatted up than you are."
"Leave him alone. He said he doesn't want to."
"Make me," Nicky challenged. He moved down to undo Chris's pants.
Chris sounded like he was holding back tears. "God, please, don't, my wife..."
When Dave saw Chris's cock in Nicky's hand, he said, "Nicky, come on, please, be human."
"Make. Me," Nicky repeated. Chris whimper-moaned and pulled at the handcuffs as Nicky began to stroke his cock. When he leaned down and gave the head of the hard dick a good licking, Dave spoke up again.
"Fine. Fine, motherfucker. Stop it. Leave Chris alone."
Nicky leaned up, looking at him with hope. "You'll be with me instead?"
"What do you think I'm saying?"
"This is the fulfillment of a dream." Nicky stood up, leaving Chris in his excited state, but it made Chris heave a sigh of relief. Truthfully, Cara probably would have forgiven him for it if she ever believed the circumstances, but he would still feel guilty, thinking of how much she cried the first time.
Sitting on the side of the chaise lounge, Nicky asked, "What would your wife think if she knew you fucked Taylor?"
"She'd think it finally happened."
"You and Jordyn have discussed this before?"
"Me and Jordyn have talked about this before, yes. I swore her to secrecy because I thought it would never happen."
Nicky didn't waste any time; he stroked at Dave's cock through his underwear. Dave was already part of the way there. He writhed sinuously under the wandering hand. "Have you ever seen Taylor do the flexibility trick?"
Dave shook his head.
"Do you want to? Would you like to see him cum in his own mouth?"
Dave nodded vigorously.
"Okay, then." Nicky unbuttoned his jeans.
"Wait. I want to tell you something first."
His hands still, Nicky looked at him.
Dave couldn't hold it in. "I hate you for this, Nicky. I wanted my first time with Taylor to be perfect, just the two of us. Instead, you'll be there, and Taylor won't be completely conscious of the fact that this is really happening. You're ruining this experience for me."
The reaction he got was unexpected. Instead of getting upset and making an in-character threat, Nicky smiled, evil and calculated. "You really don't remember, do you?"
"Remember what?"
"Maybe you do remember, but you don't realize... you were quite drunk that night."
"Nicky, cut the shit. What are you getting at?" Dave growled. If Nicky didn't get on with it, he might lose his nerve.
"Well, you see... I have access to Taylor's memories, because I'm possessing his body. Before he joined the band, shortly before he joined the band, in fact, you encountered him in a record store..."
The world seemed to stop for a moment. Dave's mouth fell open. "What...? No. No, that's impossible. I was drunk, yeah, but I remember a lot about that night, and that guy's name was - " Suddenly devastated, Dave couldn't speak at first; it was written all over his face. "...Oh. He told me his name was Oh."
Nicky made sure he remembered, "Oliver starts with O."
Snippets of their conversation came back to him. Everything was fuzzy, a little blurry. Kissing Taylor, Taylor insisting on wearing his sunglasses practically the whole time, except when he was behind him, licking, so slowly. "What's your name?"
"Oh."
"Your name is Oh? So what am I supposed to moan while we're going at it, oh Oh?"
Taylor snickering in reaction.
All these years, how he had built this moment up in his head, only to find out it had already happened. He had left feeling disappointed, unsatisfied. Dave's eyes filled with tears. "God, Taylor. When you realized I didn't know it was you, why didn't you tell me?" He hung his head and cried.
Chris wasn't sure what they were talking about, but Dave's tears moved him, and he looked at Nicky and said, "You're a monster."
Ignoring him, Nicky finished, "So as you can see, you've already fucked Taylor."
Notes: The idea for Taylor to be this flexible comes from actor Misha Collins, who, um, actually has this spinal defect.
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Chapters 11-12