Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Matt

Part Five

It was well over six days later, that Zeke turned up again, though not in a way I could have predicted. By then, I had resigned myself to the fact that my angel was only going to make the one visitation to my life, leaving me wanting forever, never finding another who would compete with that delicate beauty.

Each day, I’d gone to the shop he worked at to ask if he’d been, and always got the same disheartening results. It was closed or the woman refused to give him my details. After which I would go back to Lincoln's alone and curse myself for letting Zeke slip through my fingers. Then, out of the blue, a call roused me from my sleep at two in the morning. My head thick with the scotch I’d numbed myself to sleep with, I picked the phone up to mumble, "Huh?"

"Is this Matt?"

"Speaking. Who’s asking?"

"My name is Simon," the man's voice was shaky and quiet. "It took me a lot to get your number, please don't ask me how I did. But this is a matter of urgency. I have Zeke with me and he needs you." He had reached out to me at last. I had no choice. I had to go to him. I was going to him.

"I'm on my way," I said and dragged my pathetic aching carcass out of bed to dress and call a cab. Driving myself was out of the question with the amount I’d drunk. "Message me the address your at."

"I will, but I must make this very clear. Do not talk to anyone. Do not approach anyone. Get here as fast as you can and try not to be seen. Do you understand?"

"I understand, but…."

"No buts, please get here." The call was cut off and an address was sent only seconds after. One, I'd like to know how this Simon guy got my number. Yet by the grace of god he got it, so maybe I shouldn't care. Or maybe the woman from the shop? Either way I didn't care.

When the cab I rode over in finally pulled up outside the address I was sent. I told the cabbie to wait and I pulled my hoodie over my head and jumped out. I knocked on the door and peered around me, then a tall slender guy answered and ushered me inside. He told me in a discreetly lowered voice that Zeke had crossed trouble with that guy that had punched me. He didn't disclose the details. I'd wait for Zeke to tell me what happened. But I couldn't help myself for thinking what the hell sort of nightmarish home-life did he have to have to end up like he is now? "Can I take him home now?"

"Yes, but keep out of view. Please."

Crossing to Zeke quickly, I wrapped my arm around his skinny shoulders, overwhelmed with the need to bundle him up somewhere safe. It was a relief to finally have him close, as if there was nowhere else he should be but in my arms. "Come on, come with me." A strange noise came from Zeke then, a sort of almost silent sob. He sagged against me, so I was having to hold him up on his feet. "Lets go." I hustled him outside, wanting to get him away from prying eyes, and jumped back in the cab to take us home, still keeping him tucked into me. I not only felt relieved, but warmed through. My heart finally settled and my bones had suddenly stopped aching. "Zeke, what happened? Can you tell me?" He shook his head, biting hard into his bottom lip, his eyes dropping to my hands holding his. His body trembled and I thought he was about to start crying. He didn’t though, for which I was grateful. Seeing him weeping would have slayed me.

I kept a tight hold on him in the cab. Not one word passed his lips. All he did was sit there, trying to get as close to me as he could. The smell coming off him ceased to overwhelm me when he seemed to need me so much. There was no lust left in me by that point. To want sex from someone who was so crushed would have been perverse, like wanting it from a sickly child. Zeke didn’t seem to want to leave my embrace. Indeed, he tried to get even closer, until he was almost inside my hoodie with me. It felt good, right, as if he belonged in my care. "Lets go inside," I said quietly as the cab pulled up outside Lincoln's. "Can you walk okay?" I asked. Again he just nodded. So I paid the guy and helped him from the cab and held onto his as we went inside. "Maybe you'll feel better after a shower. I'll get you some of my clothes." But feeling him in my arms, he felt thinner than before.

"Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you." He said again. God! He didn't need to thank me for anything. I'd do anything for him, absolutely anything.

After a while he emerged from the bathroom with a towel around him. He’d lost a lot of weight and his ribs stuck out far too visibly, his belly was concave, his arms thin and shoulders bony. He looked so tired, drained, sucked dry. There was an emptiness in his eyes that stripped a lot of the beauty from them, that defiant vitality, the will to keep going regardless. Now there was only a blank incomprehension. He looked as if his existence had finally beaten him, and beaten him hard, making sure he knew damn well to stay down. "I spoke to Lincoln while you were in the shower. He said you can stay as long as you want." Not that I'll ever let him leave me again. He's my fated pair. My life. I'll never leave him.

"I...I have, nowhere to go." He mumbled and I strode towards him and wrapped my arms around him. Zeke haunted my mind, his flat, emotionless eyes and thin body.

As evil as it may sound, I was glad he had nowhere to go, because if he left I'd be sure he would be turning up in a mortuary soon. I couldn’t let that happen. He belongs with me. Heart. Body and soul. "Lets get some clothes on you and rest up, okay?"

"Okay?" We made quick work of getting him dressed and settled him into the bed I'd been using in the spare room. Then I settled in besides him for the rest of the night.

When I woke in the morning, it was to find Zeke was still with me thankfully. He was tucked against my back, his face pressed on the back of my neck. After slipping from the covers to pull on a white t-shirt, I got back into bed and wrapped Zeke against me. It was me needing to hold him, so I knew he was safe. I doubted it made any difference to him when he was still asleep. Zeke didn’t stir much, only nuzzled against my chest as I held him. I laid there for a couple more hours, simply holding him as he slept, ignoring a full bladder and a need for caffeine, until he finally woke.

"Hi," I said softly, brushing his hair from his face. It was agonising to see his routed expression all over again. I thought that was the way someone must look in the final seconds before they took their own life. But I needed to distract him. "Would you like a coffee?"

He nodded, then said in a hushed voice. "Please." Damn my heart for beating like a bass drum, but it did around him.

"Okay, I'll go get you one…"

"No! Don't leave me."

"Alright," I said and pulled him gently with me. He'd wrapped his arms around my waist the whole way from the bedroom down to the kitchen. "You need to let go so I can make coffee."

"Ugh, morning," Lincoln said, then yawned. Zeke jumped near out of skin. "Sorry," Lincoln stared at us for a moment, then slipped past us to grab the percolator jug. "I didn't mean to scare you." He said it to Zeke, not me and it was the first time I'd ever seen Lincoln look so sympathetic to anyone.

"Should I make breakfast?" I directed my question at both of them. Lincoln standing with his coffee and Zeke still wrapped around me like a spider monkey.

"Na bud, I gotta go out."

"Lincoln, don't tell anyone Zeke is here."

"My lips are sealed mate," he did that whole zipping his mouth motion. "Rest up, both of you. I'll bring takeout back. Chinese?"

Zeke nodded, so I answered. "Yeah, anything."

"Alright, see you both later." And he was off with his coffee.

I turned my attention back to Zeke. To think only a week before he was so brazen and tough and now, he was so weak and frightened. I couldn't stand it. "Zeke. Let me make you some food."

He nodded again and finally let go to sit at the breakfast bar. "I'm not that hungry though."

"You still need to try."

He grimaced and started fiddling with a magazine left on the side. "Simon fed me, but I just couldn't eat. I….I kept throwing it up."

"Do you think that was because we were so far apart for too long?"

"Maybe," he mumbled, dragging his finger over the front cover of the magazine. "I feel better now I'm with you."

"That's good."

He tipped his head and inhaled deeply. His eyes glazed over and he hitched on a sob he was trying to hold back. Is he going to say something? Then he did. "Malcolm….the guy who hit you."

"What about him?"

"He...well…"

"Zeke, if it's too painful…"

He slapped his hand down on the magazine making me jump. "I need to, please."

"Okay." I moved around the breakfast bar and sat next to him and slid a hot cup of coffee in front of him.

He cradled it for a moment, then started to speak. "He tied me up and tried to rape me. I was so scared."

"What?" Burning heat seared me straight through my heart.

"He...he said he had to have me. That you looked for me and couldn't have me if he couldn't. He said he'd rather see me dead. I felt so sick and ill I thought I'd die."

The idea Malcolm had tried to fuck him when he was so weak made me want to vomit. What sort of twisted pervert would get pleasure from sticking their prick in someone that broken? That struck me as being little better than necrophilia and the fact the guy wanted him dead. I want to kill him. I want to march my ass out the door, find the guy and fucking kill him. But the tears in Zeke's eyes had my heart plummeting. "I won't ever let him come near you again."

Zeke turned to me, his eyes pleading. His hands grabbing for purchase on my white t-shirt. "Do you promise," he sniffed and sobbed. "Please promise me."

"I promise, because I can do one better." I smiled, because he touched my conscience, and he’d managed to reach the dried husk I had for a heart. Omega or not, he'd become as much a part of me as any vital organ. "I'll take you to America. Will you go with me?"

"I'll go," he didn't hesitate. Until some kind of realization set in. "My passport is at my place, I can't go there. He will get me."

"Then I'll find a way of getting it. I promise," I took his warm hand in mine and brought it to my lips. "You own me Zeke, all of me. I'll protect you forever." And that was the damn truth. Then he wrapped his arms around me, as if he could absorb the heat I gave off and hold on to it forever. A tear rolled down my cheek and plopped onto his top. Forever was all I could think about. Forever with Zeke. Forever I'll look after him. Forever I'd make him safe and happy. Forever I'd do anything for him.