Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Part Four

Zeke

Trigger warning!!! Read at your own discretion.

"Simon, make it stop...please." I was a mess, curled up like a ball in my bed. Hugging my pillow for dear life. I couldn't stop the pain in my head, it felt like a ticking time bomb, ready to blow any second along with my heart. I was sweating so much my bed sheets were soaked, but I couldn't move. My limbs felt like concrete.

"Zeke, I'm trying. Stop tensing up or I cannot administer the cannula."

"Just...fuck, make...make it go away." Simon is a good guy. Really good. He's basically the doctor for all the Omega's who live in this part of the city, there's nothing he hasn't seen or so I thought. Since Mary, since she died he looked lost. Maybe he'd never seen an Omega die from being torn away from their fated pair.

"Zeke, I need to be brutally honest with you," he sighed deeply. "What I'm giving you will only ease the pain…." He paused as he regarded me. "It will not stop it. And this will only work for a short time, I'm sorry."

"Wait...what? But you said to Malcolm…"

"I know what I said Zeke. But if I didn't then god only knows what Malcolm would have done."

"What do you mean?" I felt my tears sting the backs of my eyes. My heart was beating so fast, I felt breathless.

"You've only seen what Malcolm wants you to see. What he's capable of is far worse…" Simon stopped immediately, as Malcolm walked into my room. He had a key to my place, like he has keys to a lot of the other Omega's places. "Malcolm," Simon said sternly and stood up next to my bed. "I've administered an IV, he should be okay in an hour. But he must rest."

Malcolm stared at Simon for a brief moment, as if trying to read between the lines. That's when I saw a glimpse of a Malcolm I didn't know. He looked like he was about ready to beat the living shit out of Simon. Did he hear what Simon was saying? "....Great, you can leave now."

"Zeke will be sleepy very soon…"

Malcolm held up a hand and Simon stopped talking. "Go, I need to talk to Zeke before he falls into the la la land of sleep."

"Right, sure." Simon quickly looked my way and gave me a small apologetic smile, then nodded towards Malcolm and left.

"Thank god he's gone, now I think we need a little chat." He said, low and ominous. "Here."

"What...what are you?"

"It's just precaution."

What the fuck? I thought, as I tried to pull my arm away from him. "Why are you handcuffing me to my….ahh, fuck!"

"Stop your whining. It's for your own good."

"How the fuck is handcuffing me for my own god!" I shouted, but he didn't fucking budge. I reached for his hand with my free one. He looked into my eyes, he looked menacing. I hated to think what was going on behind those dark windows. But I needed to know why in the hell he was doing this to me. I thought he was my friend. "Why Malcolm?"

"Fine," he whispered tightly. "You cannot leave your place and you know why," he shifted and sat on the bed. His warm clammy hand pressed to my forehead, I wanted to vomit. "You're tethered to him. One way or another you will find each other again, I can't have that Zeke."

"I...I won't look for him…."

Malcolm cut me off when he gripped my cheeks so hard I felt my teeth dig into the sides of my mouth. "You don't need to look to be found you idiot. He's looking for you. I saw him earlier. Desperate idiot."

"...please...you're hurting me." I moaned.

"Oh right," he said between a grin and let go. "If I can't have you Zeke, no one can. I'd rather see you dead than in his arms…" He mumbled and moved from the bed. I was frozen with fear and the fact I couldn't move made all of this more frightening. "I claimed you."

"No, you're my friend, that's all."

"You know you're so air headed. I don't help anyone else like I help you. I don't pay for anyone else's living costs, but you. I don't do anything for anyone else like I do for you, yet you still don't see me as anything but a fucking friend," He'd started to raise his voice "how Zeke? How do you not see what I do for you?"

"I…." I should say here that I’m not generally given insights into the thoughts and motives of others, but I thought I understood Malcolm, as if he was a computer program that I’d been preinstalled with a start-up version of. It was the updates I needed. And I was getting those updates whether I liked it or not. Whether I was in pain or not.

"I love you so much I hate you," he hissed with venomous rage and moved quickly beside me. "So I'll watch you slowly die."

"Malcolm, please don't do this…"

"Stop!" His hand came at me again and grabbed a fistful of my shirt until the buttons gave out. "Maybe I can have you at least once, right?" I had been holding my breath for something along the lines of maybe I can have you. He wasn't really asking me, he was telling me. "Touch you. Kiss your soft warm skin….feel myself deep inside of you," I gulped. This can't be happening. No. No. No. Please god don't let this happen. "Zeke," he whispered. "I will take what I want."

I don’t know what answer he found on my face, but his eyes darkened even more. I was truly terrified. "Malcolm. Please don't." I felt tears pour unchecked from my face. I hurt so much all over already and the thought of Malcolm taking the one thing I've kept pure made my heart break even more.

He laughed. "I'm not even sorry, but I love you or….maybe it was because you weren't a whore like the rest of them."

"Don't treat me like them, please."

"I'm going to rape you Zeke, then leave you here to die," This was utterly deplorable. Sick. Twisted. I couldn't find a response, well none that would help me. I could scream, but no one would come. I could kick and try and fight, but I couldn't move from my bed, all I could do was lay here and let him take what he wanted from me. "I hope you forgive my madness Zeke, I'm not really evil." I shook my head as my tears still poured down my face. I pulled at my restraint and winced when my wrist nearly gave out. I hate this. I see now that Malcolm was deliberate evil. Malcolm was not the embodiment of bad things happening to good people. He was just Bad. The first feeling that I had when I met him was that he was just inquisitive, weird, wild and sometimes beautiful. But now I saw a demon that enjoyed causing pain, a manipulative creature that calculated its approach to win your trust before showing you its horrors. Could I shed any forgiveness for Malcolm, I thought? That had to depend on whether or not you could shed a tear for the Devil himself. All this time he hid behind a fake kind smile as though his faux nature had become a second skin.

I held my breath as his hand slid over my chest and down to my stomach. I gulped at the bile that was burning its way up my throat when his hands undid my fly on my jeans. I closed my eyes, letting the dark take me away. I thought about home and then noticed I was standing in an overgrown garden. It is a tangled mess of long grass, weeds and shrubs strangling other shrubs. It isn’t the biggest of gardens and the sun is shining from high above in a cloudless blue sky. Birds are singing their tuneful songs from nearby trees and sounds from the front of the house I look upon, my old home. I hear kids are playing in the street. The smell of a barbecue wisps into my senses and even though I am stuck within a fantasy, I felt my stomach rumble and it pulled me away and into the here and now, with Malcolm between my legs. "....don't," I sobbed. "Please…"

"I'm almost there Zeke, just a little more and you will feel good."

Good? GOOD? "If you love me Malcolm, you wouldn't be doing this."

"Maybe I don't love you then." I gasped when his fingers pushed inside me with such force my breath was knocked from me. Even the pain I felt before couldn't compare to this pain.

Then as quick as the pain shot through me it was gone. I heard a muffled sound and then a loud thud. "Zeke," I looked up and saw Simon looking down at me. "We need to hurry," he said, as he unlocked my handcuffs. "That shot I gave him won't last long."

"Simon," I muttered as he helped lift me from the bed. "I can't move."

"It's okay Zeke, I got you. Just hold onto me." So I held on as hard as I could until we were out of my building and into his car. "We are going out of here, a secret place. So try and rest." My head hurts, really hurts. It feels like something is inside my brain trying to claw its way out through my eye sockets. I felt the tears pool in my eyes and I tried to rub them away but they wouldn't stop. My tears, the pain and then the thought of that guy from the party popped in there and for just a few short seconds I felt calm. He had reached out and tried to find me, the only place for me was with him. I had to go back there or I'm done for. I needed him. I really really needed that man.