“Okay, brace yourself, honey.” She carefully took his foot in her hands and grasped his smallest toe, pulling it back in line.
Kieran winced and breathed out. He supposed it was not that bad, but regardless, it did sting. He watched as she grabbed a roll of gauze and wrapped his little toe against his left foot for now. He knew it was not as though they could cast it. The pain was mild compared to the mortification he had just undergone. He had made the correct assumption that he was not seriously injured in the events earlier. He had known it, but he guessed the others needed some sort of confirmation.
When he looked over to check on what the others were doing, he saw Carmine had taken up a seat in the EEG chair near the windows. He was curious about that man; he was mostly curious about the fact he felt a physical attraction to him from the moment he met him in the radio studio. He had thought he was interesting and the type who wore a mask like the one Kieran did.
He wondered why someone like him would have intervened in this. He saw Carmine was watching Devan and the memories about what Varick had said earlier clicked together. He had mentioned he and Carmine were seeing someone, so this must be who they were seeing. He was confused about this all.
He twitched as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Serenity standing beside him.
“I’ll come by later if I can, honey.” Kieran nodded to her. “Now, remember, the bloodwork I send tonight, it won’t be the only one. “You need follow-up tests for the STIs in three and six months, especially the HIV tests.”
“Yes, I know. However, he did not appear to have outward symptoms,” Kieran confirmed.
“The old fart was pretty careful,” Devan snapped as he sat down on the end near his legs. “He always preferred virgin boys as he got older. After all, they had to be clean and holy.” Devan was quiet but looked to Kieran with a sad smile. Kieran could see his eyes were damp. “It is always bad. The exam, like you relive it, y’know. Honorless cowardly son of a bitch, if I ever get my hands around his neck...”
There was a silence that seemed to grow around them until Serenity spoke. “You and these other two, why are you involved with Kieran?” Kieran gave her a curious look. What was she getting at? It was not like she needed to worry about him with these three. They had helped him get out of that awful room.
Devan looked up at her, then glanced toward the window where Carmine sat in the exam chair and Varick leaned against the wall with arms crossed over his chest. “I worked for Kieran’s grandfather and with Callaghan, and hate to see someone suffer like that. Varick, he’s had a crush on Kieran here since he first met ‘im. Carmine... Well, Carmine and I got close, so I think he went because of me. But he kinda likes this cutie too.” Devan got up and moved to sit beside Kieran again. He did not move to touch him, but just sat there with his hands dangling between his knees. “I’ve been hanging with Carmine and Varick for a while now, and we’ve gotten...emotionally attached.” Devan’s eyes looked confused for a minute. “Which for me is a weird thing.”
“Becoming emotionally attached is weird for you?” Kieran asked, curious now. “I do not often get emotionally attached either.”
Devan smiled at him. “I think maybe we could learn from each other.”
Kieran nodded and leaned into Devan’s body. Devan jerked a bit, but put an arm around him. Kieran sighed, smelling a lavender scent on Devan’s body that had been on his jacket. He liked it.
Serenity turned and left, but as she opened the door, he saw his father was sitting in the hallway. She paused, holding the door open as she spoke, and he could just barely hear them in the quiet. He saw Father stand and move closer to her.
“He’s going to be physically okay. Three and six months for follow screens. No major damage, though get him x-rays for the facial and ribs. I reset his toe. Did the PRAK.” Serenity’s voice was matter-of-fact.
“I’m glad.” Father’s voice sounded relieved. “I’ve put in a call for a psych consult and a counselor.” Kieran’s brow furrowed. What did he need that for? He was fine.
“You need to talk to him before you spring things like that on him. I think you need to be sure he makes his choices.” Her voice was soft, but stronger than Kieran remembered it being moments ago.
“What do you mean? Kieran makes his choices now.” Kieran wondered why she thought he did not.
“No, he doesn’t. Dr. McKellar makes Kieran choices whether you realize it or not. We know. We see it around, Jae. We hear things you don’t. I think you need to look at your friend a bit closer, because I don’t think he has Kieran’s best interest in mind all the time like you believe.”
“But...with his issues...” Kieran felt his gut twist.
All of his issues, yes. So many issues and symptoms and problems...
“Jae Sung, your son is a genius. He’s a prodigy at surgery. He knows more about medicine than my entire floor. And you want to pretend he can’t take control of his own life?” Serenity’s voice had a hard edge to it. What was she saying? Was she saying Thomas was wrong?
“But... Thomas says...” Father’s voice was obviously confused.
“Yeah, that’s the thing, Jae. Thomas says.” She then left, and Father walked in. He smiled at Kieran and wondered what that had really been about. Was she right?
“Son, you look better,” Father spoke in a gentle tone. “You feeling okay?”
“Yes, I think I will sleep for a while.”
Devan had stood up and went to sit on Carmine’s lap when Father came over toward the exam table. Kieran leaned back on the tilted part of the table and rolled to his side. The back part of the table was reclined enough to be comfortable, and he could face the windows where the others were gathered. Somehow it was comforting to open his eyes and see them there. He needed to think and talking to his father was not conducive to his thinking. He just needed all of them to leave him alone and stop asking him if he was okay. Of course, he was fine. Serenity just confirmed he was fine. He was just fine.
Chapter Nine
The Nurse and the Despair
Mischka reclined against the rich Cherry slatted headboard with his hands interlaced behind his head, pillows supporting him in a rather comfortable way. His blond hair was still fluffed up around his head in a morning frizzy mess. Even though, Varick had managed to wash and clip out any of the remaining pink dye, it still had not quite recovered. He supposed washing it eight times had been a bit much. His steely eyes followed the line of his bare chest down to his pelvis where he was watching as his boy went down on him with vigorous abandon. He enjoyed the muffled sounds he made around his cock as he swallowed him repeatedly. He watched as his boy bobbed back up, running his expert tongue over the shaft to the tip before going down again. Mischka hummed in appreciation as he felt the orgasm building in his stomach. Artemis knew exactly how to use his tongue piercing to have the greatest effect on his Dom. Pleasing Mischka in this fashion was the boy’s near obsession and his favorite pastime.
Artemis had his hands fisted in the sheets on either side of Mischka’s hips and his mussed bed head was in constant motion, the dark strands sticking out at odd angles. Mischka’s gaze wandered from the back of the boy’s head down his back, admiring his handwork in patterns of red to brown bruising down the pale flesh. He smirked to see the darker marks across his ass had remained. They made a lovely accompaniment to the tattooed vines snaking their way over his left hip over his back to his right shoulder. He couldn’t see the rest of the tattoos where they continued down his leg very well, but he knew where they were. Mornings like this were the reason they slept in the nude. It was certainly a lot easier to have his boy wake him up with a morning blowjob when he wasn’t impeded by such annoying things as clothes.
When his phone began blasting his loud, hard rock general ringtone, he groaned loudly. Of course, someone would call right then. Of fucking course. He could already feel the building sensation started to fade as he reached over to the side table and fumbled blindly a bit until he g
rabbed his phone. He heard the clink of Artemis’s skipping off onto the floor. Artemis took it as a challenge, continuing his ministrations on his Dom.
A phone call would not interrupt them; unfortunately, this was a fact most their family knew quite well. More than once, Sherlock or their father had called in the middle of things. Last time Da had ended up giving Mischka a stern lecture about having sex while he was trying to talk to him on the phone. It didn’t make any difference; their family all knew it wouldn’t put a stop to their antics.
“Wot?” he growled into the phone without checking to see who it was. They were interrupting a fucking good blow job and he was sort of pissed.
“Mischka,” came a choked sounding voice.
Mischka frowned as he looked toward the window. It was covered with burgundy room-darkening drapes, but he could see the hint of light around the edges had grown brighter. The window faced the east, so the morning sun was the strongest. Why the fuck was he calling this early?
“Varick?” he asked, confused.
Varick cleared his throat. “Yeah, um, I’ve got something to ask, something that...that may be um...like the last time. Y’know, the whole law and order shit,” Varick sounded like he was trying to keep his voice down, and it sort of echoed, like he was in a small room.
“Like in Cali?” Mischka started to get more concerned. Varick wouldn’t use the phrase law and order if he wasn’t talking about the mess with the FBI. “With the Pride? You mean, something involving the FBI again?”
“Yeah, like it...um...” he replied softly, still sounding like he was trying to avoid being overheard.
“What’s happened?”
The playfulness evaporated as Mischka nudged Artemis off his cock. His face turned into a mask of seriousness as he swung his legs over the side of bed, leaning over and planting his elbows on his knees. He saw the look on Artemis’s face shift from annoyance to concern as he crawled up beside him, wrapping his lower half in the dark navy comforter as he moved. He flipped over and laid on his back beside Mischka’s leg. He could feel Artemis watching his face intently from his position beside him. As he looked down at his sub, he reached down to idly play with one of his nipple piercings. Artemis was still wearing the nipple jewelry he’d worn when they’d gone to the club last night. He usually replaced the barbell style piercings with the d-rings on them with the simpler bars when he went to work or was working out. Mischka blinked, turning his focus back to the phone. Varick, what the fuck did you get into?
“Okay, so...y’know Devan, uh, Loki, right?” Varick asked.
“Yeah, ye did get blown by him right in front of me, eh?” he smirked, sliding his hand up to stroke Artemis’s hair as he talked.
“Well, you know me, him, and Carmine have kind of been doing stuff at the club more than that, right?” Mischka heard a sound to his voice he didn’t recognize.
“Yeah.” He frowned again, not sure what the fuck Varick was going on about. He just kept agreeing and hoping he would eventually make sense.
“Um, so, Carmine and him got really close, and I got close, and well, it’s become more than a club thing, if you know what I mean,” he stammered. Mischka could almost hear the tension in the other’s voice. “Well, it hadn’t got there yet, but it was gettin’ there.”
“Okay...” Despite his attempts to stop it, his heart clenched. He’d hoped Varick would find his sexual interest peaked in his direction instead of some random guy in the club who gave him public head.
The tone of Varick’s voice was unlike anything he had ever heard before. This was more than a sex thing to his friend. Mischka had suspected as much, but part of him didn’t want to admit Varick would finally become interested in sex with someone other than him. Varick’s sudden interest in sex was a first, and part of him began to wonder if he’d missed something along the way. If Varick was willing to act this way, it was serious; he very rarely became upset unless it was.
The last time he had sounded anywhere close to this upset had been in California.
“Well, see, Mieze, there’s this doctor, cute little fucking brat, and...and...Devan was helping us learn to do the stuff and we wanted to ask him to...you know...join us. I kinda had been chatting him up and was going to take him on a ride this weekend. But yesterday I was visiting someone at the hospital, and I saw him get kidnapped...and I tried to stop them, you know, but I didn’t get to them in time...” He rushed through last part.
“He got kidnapped?” Mischka sat in disbelief for a few seconds. What had Varick gotten involved in this time? “Who kidnapped him? And why?”
“Well, that’s the thing... Um, so there’s this Irish mob guy, Callaghan. And these two idiots kidnapped him so they could get money to buy their way out of trouble with him. And I guess...this Callaghan, he’s a fucking pedophile, and they figured they give the doctor to him because he’s...um, really cute—twink-like, I guess you’d say, if I was going to describe it. Short, wide eyes, you know the sort, Mieze, kinda like your cute little Lolita,” Varick rambled, and Mischka heard the definite sound to his voice of someone describing a person they wanted to know very well. Despite the situation, he found himself smirking. Varick never got hot and bothered about anyone. Honestly, Mischka didn’t think he could get hot and bothered—especially since he’d tried so hard in the past to get him that way.
“Well, this Callaghan, he shot the guys, and took the doctor, and I guess his thing is he...he likes to keep them a while, and use them to satisfy his perverse need, pretending they’re little boys.” Varick’s voice wavered a bit as he spoke, and Mischka grit his teeth because he knew exactly what he was talking about. He knew quite well about Callaghan, and he also knew about his fetish. It was one of the worst kept secrets in the organized crime world.
“Wait, you mean to tell me Rian feckin’ Callaghan, the Head of the biggest Irish Family Leader in St. Louis, got his hands on this doctor of yours?” Mischka’s eyes widened in abject shock. This was perhaps one of the worst-case scenarios he could of for someone to be in. “But what’s Devan got to do with this?”
“Um, well, see Devan works for O’Brien, as his liaison to Callaghan, and I guess O’Brien is the other Irish mobster.”
“Yeah, there’s been a war between those two forever, luckily, it’s been quiet lately.” He could already feel the world bottoming out below him. This conversation wasn’t going in a good direction. Varick had managed to wander, dumbly, right into Mischka’s world again. Just like last time, the feckin’ idiot.
“How th’ hell you know-?” Varick took a breath and quickly continued. “Nevermind it doesn’t matter, what matters is this about to get a lot louder...because O’Brien... He’s this doctor’s grandfather, and he...he...he plans on doing something about Callaghan raping his grandson,” he said finally. “And Devan he...he got us in there, and knew the codes to the locks, and we managed to escape with the doctor, and now... Now the FBI is involved because he was on a watch list to start with, and they’re already working with O’Brien’s lawyers to cut a deal. But...the doctor, he can’t just go to witsec, not in the condition he’s in. He needs Devan, us, y’know, and I’m afraid they’re going to make him go somewhere he doesn’t want to go, and he’s autistic too, and it just-”
“Wait, what hospital are you at?” Mischka interrupted suddenly, turning his focus intently on Artemis’s concerned face. He already knew the answer but he had to make absolute sure before he said something to his boy. There was only one doctor who was also Liam O’Brien’s grandson.
“McKellar,” Varick answered. “The fancy ass private one, and this doctor is some sort of prodigy brain doctor...”
“Kieran Sung? That’s the doctor you’re talking about, the head of their neurosurgery department at McKellar?” The moment, the name was out of his mouth, Artemis was up and headed toward the closet to grab clothes. “That’s the doctor you’re talking about?”
When Artemis turned to watch him, Mischka could see his eyes had dilated to bare rim
s. It only happened when Artemis was angry or horny, or both. Damn, he thought as his fucking cock decided to throb and stiffen at the sight; those were the best times to fuck him.
“Yeah, you know him?” Varick asked, snapping Mischka out of his perverse thoughts of Artemis.
“My boy’s known him since they were kids; he works at the hospital with him.” Artemis was shimmying into his scrubs as quickly as he could in front of the closet door. “He’s heading up there now.”
“Okay, well, he’s not great right now, and this Dr. McKellar keeps pissing him off when he comes around and trying to tell us to leave...” Varick explained quickly, and Mischka realized he must be in the bathroom.
“What room number?” Mischka asked as Artemis stood waiting by the bedroom door for him. His hair was a sexed-up mess, but Mischka thought he looked cute that way.
“I don’t know, somewhere on the seventh, he’s not on the records because of the FBI being here, but...I don’t know, they said it was an exam room.”
“Seven, exam room,” Mischka told Artemis with a nod, then waved at him. “Wait! Glasses!” he called out just as he almost disappeared through the door. Mischka picked up the glasses off the floor and held them out. Artemis dashed back into the room and snatched them, leaving again without another word. “Varick, stay with the doctor. Please. He’s important to my boy. Really important, so he’s important to me, got it?”
There was a moment of silence and Mischka imagined him nodding, because Varick always nodded on the phone even though the other person obviously couldn’t see it. “Um, yeah, got it.”
“I got a call to make, but I’ll be up there later today when I find out what I can do.”
Mischka clicked to end the call, then tossed the phone onto the bed. For a second, he rested his head in his hands and collected his thoughts. Was there any way Varick could get himself into any more trouble? Seriously, after California, he thought the guy would end up running straight, but no... Granted, what happened out there hadn’t been his fault, not really. Mischka stood up, and grabbed his jeans off the floor, slipping them on and sitting back down. He picked up his phone and scrolled through the numbers. He stared at the number he was about to call. The last time he called this number had been in California, and it had been about Varick.
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