Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2001 16:47:00 -0800 (PST)
From: NCfan <ngclle@yahoo.com>
Subject: boy-bands/desperate measures 8

Author's note: Well, I've been convinced to continue this story so here
goes!  Kudos to all the Nick writers out there!!!!  You are all awesome.

Disclaimer: This is completely fiction.  I do not know the orientation of
the Backstreet Boys.  Also, this story contains content of an adult nature
so all under 18 are advised not to continue reading.

*********************

My mind was glued to the cell phone.  Ever since Michael sent me the death
threat, my body slid into a catatonic state.  I thought I saw Brian running
around as if his feet were on fire.  But other than that, I couldn't
appreciate any movement in the house.  All was insanely lifeless.

'If Michael couldn't have Nick, no one could.'  His words rang into my mind
thousands of times.  How could anyone be so selfish?  Why did he have to
take Nick from me?  And did Nick belong to him?  No!!!!!  Nick was mine.
He professed his love to me.  His heart was mine and mine alone to own.

I felt streams of tears gliding mercilessly down my face.  I had never
cried like this before.  What was it about Nick that made the emotions
start to pour once again from my deadened body?  What was it about his
laugh, about his voice that made me yearn for it more than ever now?  How
could I miss his absence so dearly?  Just a day ago, wasn't I begging to
avoid him?

Suddenly, my mind lapsed once again.  I forgot what I was thinking about.
Brian was still running around like a yelping hyena, but that was all I
could focus on.  I would have continued so if it were not for the sound of
my cell phone ringing.  Brian and I jumped sky high as we were suddenly hit
by surprise.  Who . . . who would be calling me at this hour?  My eyes
darted to the clock.

Brian and I simply stared at the cell phone, neither willing to answer.
Finally, Brian stared through me, willing me to pick up the phone.  I
reached out and pressed the 'talk' button.  I stiffened at the voice.

"Kevin?"  It was weak, labored, uncertain, and most of all fatigued.  But
there was no denying who it belonged to.

"Nick?  Don't you dare hang up on me, okay?"  It was a stupid thing to say,
I know, but could you blame me?

"Kevin?  Michael . . . he's . . . "  Nick couldn't continue.  I started to
panic.  What the hell was going on?

"Hang on Nick.  Tell me where you are!"  I screamed emphatically.  Brian
was holding me down, keeping me from crushing the cell phone out of
excitement.

Just my luck when the cell phone began to run out of batteries.  But it
wasn't Nick's end that ran out.  It was mine!!!!  I could punch myself a
thousand times for this error.  All I heard before the cell phone flickered
and then went dead was the words "raped . . . tree . . . "  I was left to
deal with the silence.  I cursed myself until I couldn't find any other
dirty words to cry out.

But I heard the word 'raped' loud and clear.  My heart began to tie itself
in knots as I imagined Michael's disgusting hands roaming Nick's body.  I
wanted to barf, but I hadn't anything in my stomach to proceed with it.

"Well?"  Brian's worried voice boomed from behind me.  I jumped a few feet
from surprise.  I turned around to show him the fear in my eyes.  He saw
right through me.  "Nick . . . "  Brian began.  But deep down, as if from
instinct, he knew the story without me having to tell him.

I looked helplessly at Brian before we both instantaneously made our
decision.  We were flying back to New York.  No doubts.  No fears.  We were
going to find and reclaim what is rightfully ours.  Nick was ours, not
Michael's, to keep.

*************************

The plane trip was faster than I had expected.  Within hours, we were back
in New York, just the two of us with no gun in hand and no plan in mind.
Of course, Brian and I talked about how we were going to deal with Michael
once we found him, but the stupid thing was, we didn't really discuss about
how we were going to find him in the first place.

Then, it struck me.  Nick had said something about a tree.  He had to be
talking about that treehouse.  I remember now.  Michael and I used to have
these intense makeout sessions in his Uncle's treehouse.  It had to be or I
would be damned.  I was betting Nick's life on that.  I quickly told Brian
my sudden enlightenment.  I guess that he too was desperate for a plan so
he reluctantly agreed to start searching that place.  Without another fuss
or word from either of us, we rented a Honda Civic and headed off towards
the treehouse.

For Nick's sake, I certainly hope that my speculation was right.

****************************

It took only thirty minutes to reach Michael's Uncle's house from the
airport.  Of all the things I have forgotten about Michael, I did not
forget the directions to the mansion that his Uncle claimed as his own.
The mansion was luxuriously furnished, with a driveway that would make some
of the richer people envious.

Shards of my memory started piecing themselves together as I slowly started
to remember the embarrassingly intimate moments I had with that oaf
Michael.  Each image that came to mind became more painful than the last.
Michael was the biggest mistake of my life.

Perhaps me and Brian were being a tad obvious, but Brian simply drove down
the driveway to the entrance of the mansion.  Again, no plan in mind, no
route of escape.  At that moment, I thought that we were both the essence
of stupidity.  But I didn't say that to Brian, as I was sensing that his
love for Nick was clouding his better judgment.

We quickly and conspicuously stepped out of the Honda Civic and ran up to
the gigantic doors that allowed us entrance into the mansion.  Instead of
knocking through the doors, me and Brian decided to climb through one of
the windows.  I guess we figured that leaving the Honda right in front of
the entrance was conspicuous enough so we had better be a little more
subtle.

Surprisingly, we haven't seen one soul since we set foot on this mansion,
not one life form.  I actually started doubting my hypothesis.  That was
when I heard it.  From the way Brian froze, I guessed that he heard it too.
It sounded like someone being thrown onto the floor.  Then rushed footsteps
and a lot of struggling.  My eyes roamed all the way to Brian's and the two
of us stood there, eyes narrow in anticipation.

As quietly as our agile bodies allowed us, we followed the sound of the
other people in this house.  It wasn't long before we stood before the door
to a room.  We heard the noise as clear as if there were no door between us
and the two struggling people.  I stared at Brian, who simply gazed back
with worry.  As if on cue, we both placed our ears to the door.  Yeah, I
admit that we were not the most adept at spying on people, but everything
about this place so far was worrisome.

When the noise stopped, Brian and I ferociously opened the door and jumped
inside.  You could imagine our faces when we saw Nick restrained and
chained to a bed with simply a pair of thin pants on and nothing else, his
eyes shallow and lost.  The sweat dripped from his face as he kept on
staring at me with widened eyes.  I continued towards him though, not even
realizing that Brian was no longer behind me.

"Brian? Get me a . . . "  Too late.  I felt a strong hand pull a cloth over
me and as the volatile went straight to my head, I saw black.

*********************

I awoken to a harsh voice that I recognized as Michael's.  "That was an
intrepid rescue, Kev.  Too bad that you weren't able to rescue your beau."

My eyes took there time getting used to the darkness.  Before I even opened
my eyes, my lips had a mind of their own and I said, "You're a bastard."

I felt a harsh slap on my face, immediately bringing me to reality.  My
eyes widened as I stared straight into Michael's face, now contorted into
something rather menacing.

"Your face was always meant to be slapped," Michael continued his verbal
abuse.

I snorted.  "Your face to be stepped on."

Slap!!!!!  I don't think I could keep silent, not even after his
threatening slaps.  After my eyes recovered from the slap, I suddenly
noticed that we were in the same bedroom that I found Nick.  I craned my
neck to see above Michael's shoulders and could spot an unconscious form on
the bed that seemed to be Nick's.  I definitely saw the blond locks of hair
on the pillow.

I wanted to lunge at Michael but soon realized that my hands were securely
fastened to the wall.

Michael grabbed my face with his hands and shoved my head back to the wall.
"F--- you.  Listen, dick, I wanted to do this the easy way, but since we've
found each other again, I will give you one chance to reclaim Nick as
yours."

He smiled, showing me his row of pearly whites.

I said nothing as my head was still spinning, so Michael continued.
"Nick's a smart one.  He managed to get the cell phone and lead you to me,
but in the end, you guys failed miserably.  You couldn't save him at all.
You simply just ran right into the trap.  My original intention was to just
use him as a pleasure toy, but now, I think I'll modify my master plan a
little to incorporate you two."

"You said you loved Nick!" I countered.  "Then why are you doing this?"  I
needed a reason . . . why we're here . . . why we're going to die.

"I never changed my love for him.  I love his soul.  I love his voice.  But
most of all, I love his body . . . which by the way, belongs to me."
Michael's language was crude but frighteningly true as I sneaked another
glance at Nick's shackled body.  He was still unconscious.

"What is it you want to prove?" I asked weakly.

Michael smiled.  "That Nick is mine, not yours."  Slowly, he backed away
from me and towards Nick's bed.  I began to feel my stomach twist into
knots.  He then sat on the bed.  By then, I saw Nick's head roll to the
side where Michael sat on the mattress.  He was still unconscious.  Michael
then slowly grabbed the blanket that covered Nick's body and in one
sweeping motion, pulled it back showing off Nick's flesh.  He looked at me
and smirked, laying one hand on Nick's abdomen.  I felt my chest
tightening.  His fingers first moved upwards slowly until they rested on
Nick's neck.

Inch by inch, he lowered his face until it rested against Nick's neck.
Then he teasingly nibbled all the while sneaking a sideways glance at me.
He was suddenly consumed in the act because after that initial glance, he
ignored me and began being more forceful with Nick.  I wanted to close my
eyes, but the fascination held me back as I forced myself to witness every
last freaking thing he was going to do to Nick.  To my utmost horror,
Michael's lips found their way up towards Nick's.  Slowly, but tentatively,
he began his erotic attack.  His fingers were tracing Nick's sides while
his mouth only focused on kissing Nick.  I wanted to puke so bad.  I was
about to pass out from queasiness when I totally didn't expect the next
thing to happen.

Michael suddenly jumped off the bed screaming in pain.  I glanced at his
face to see blood on his lips.  His hands shook while they wiped off the
streaks of blood.  Fearfully, I looked at Nick's unconscious body only to
see his lips also full of blood.

I became frantic.  That was when I noticed that Brian, who was shackled
quite a few feet from me, started to wake up.  I once again focused on
Nick.  That was when Michael's face twisted into anger as he stomped
towards the bed and lifted his hand.  Then with one cruel motion, he
slapped Nick hard in the face.

That was when I realized what had happened.  Nick had bitten Michael hard!
I started to dread the consequences of those actions.  True enough, Michael
hit Nick a few more times before grabbing Nick's head with his strong arms.
This time, his lips dug right into Nick's neck.  He suddenly lost his
gentleness and his actions became rough.  His hands were harsh and untamed
as aggressively forced himself on Nick.

I stared helplessly as Michael's motions became wildly lewd and
unremorseful.  He shed his own pants and quickly wasted no time in getting
aroused.  Then . . . the thing I dreaded most happened.  With one sharp
pierce, he entered Nick, forcing Nick to scream weakly in pain.  I saw the
blood dripping onto the bedsheets as Michael moved to a furious rhythm
inside of Nick.

All the time he was raping Nick, he grabbed Nick's head roughly.  Nick's
breathing became extremely labored.  I heard some of Nick's muffled cries
and my heart ached bitterly.  "Let him go!"  I yelled over and over, but my
cries were directed towards deaf ears.  Michael increased his pace even
more.

Nick moaned from pain, but I could also tell the sadness in his voice.  The
tears slipped across his bloody cheeks.  And within seconds, Michael
orgasmed inside of Nick.  He stopped his thrusting and fell tiredly on top
of Nick.  I could see the sweat on his forehead and my anger multiplied.  I
was too furious to make a noise.  I stared at Nick and then at Michael.

Slowly, Michael's lips pursed into a smile as his eyes opened to
acknowledge my presence once again.  With one taunting grin, he put his
hand on top of Nick's groins and began to rub the area, never once avoiding
eye contact with me.  "Quite a nice set of tools he has."

I slowed my breathing down.  Murder was on the tip of my fingers.  Michael
laughed as he got off of Nick and walked my way.  About a feet from me, he
stopped, his naked body flaunted in front of me.  "So did you like the
little porn show, Kev?" Michael asked cruelly.

My lips couldn't budge.

Michael smirked.  "Want another one?" he asked.

I kept silent, not trusting myself to say anything.

"I'll take that as a yes," Michael snorted.

Before I could reply, he walked over to Brian's limp body.  He roughly
grabbed Brian's face.  "Kevin wants another show."  Michael's voice was so
full of hatred.

Brian tried to grab Michael's neck, but the chains were to restraining.
"You damn bastard!  What are you trying to do to Nick?  He didn't hurt you.
He's innocent.  And you went ahead to hurt him like that!!!!"  Brian's
scream was frightening.  I have never heard him scream with that much
hatred ever.

Michael punched Brian in the jaw.  "Shut up!"  His actions were rough.  He
then walked over to a drawer and pulled out something.  I gawked.  It was a
gun.  He smiled and walked back to where we stood.  Then, he pointed the
gun at Nick's head.  The color completely drained from Brian's face.

Michael smiled.  "Maybe I should let Brian do the honors, huh Kev?"  At
first I didn't know what the heck he was talking about.  Then it hit me.  I
shook my head.  Brian probably didn't even know what Michael just
implicated.

Michael smiled again.  "Yeah, I think I should let Brian in on the
pleasure."  Michael then pulled his gun towards my head with one hand while
freeing Brian from his shackles with the other.  He looked at Brian.  "Give
us a good show or Kevin's brains get blown away!"

Brian gulped as he inched his way towards Nick.  Once at the bed, he sat
down and wiped the blood from Nick's face.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, exasperated.  This man was crazy.
Michael only replied by punching me in the face.  He turned back to look at
Brian expectantly.

Brian turned to look at Nick, and I could see that he was frightened.  His
eyes just bulged as he suddenly started screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Oh geez, Nick?  Nick?  What's going on?"  Brian looked at Michael, the
dread radiating through his face.  "He's . . . he's not breathing!"

Before anyone knew what happened, Michael ran over to Nick.  That was when
I realized Brian's brilliance.  With one firm kick, Brian knocked the gun
out of Michael's hand.  Then all seemed to happen in slow motion as the gun
hit the ground, the impact so strong that the gun went off.  I heard the
sound of the shot being fired.  I saw the smoke escape from the gun
. . . but I didn't see where the bullet went.

My attention was brought back to reality when there was a clank on the
floor.  I looked to where I heard the noise and saw a pair of keys.  Brian
had grabbed them from Michael and flung them towards me.  With all my
effort, I stretched my lankly legs, trying to pull the keys towards me.
After about a few minutes, I managed to get the keys in my hands.  Don't
ask me how because I never figured it out.  I guess desperate times lead to
moments of spontaneous brilliance.

Brian was losing his fight against Michael.  I realized that when Michael
threw three punches at Brian sending Brian reeling to the floor.  By then,
I had unshackled myself and jumped on the oaf.  I was much stronger than
Brian.  Somehow, though, Michael was putting up a strong fight.  The next
thing I knew, Brian was throwing himself into the fight.  And despite a two
to one odds, we were still struggling desperately.  When did Michael learn
all those fancy defense moves?

We fought until I couldn't tell how many more blows I had received.
Brian's face looked pretty sh--ty to me, but like oozed out every last
ounce of energy in us.  Finally, when Brian looked like he was about to
pass out from blood loss, I landed the definitive blow on Michael, sending
him into another world as his unconscious body dropped to the floor.

Had I any energy, I would have smiled at Brian, but I didn't so I simply
frowned at him.  I felt the trickle of blood on my forehead, but ignored
it.  I looked to where Nick's body lay on the bed, his eyes closed.  His
chest was rising and falling pretty fast and I sighed in relief.  He was
still alive!!!!!  I looked at Brian who looked at me and we managed to
laugh for a second.  Then the two of us pulled ourselves up and headed for
the bed.

I dropped onto the bed next to Nick who had opened his eyes and looked at
me.  Come to think of it, he looked rather pale, and he was sweating a
little.  "Hey!" I said suavely as I stroked his hair.  I was about to tell
Brian to hand me the keys to Nick's shackles when I suddenly noticed
something--a tiny hole in the side of Nick's belly.  My face drained all of
its peach hue and my fingers trembled as the realization struck me.

My eyes darted once again to Nick's face, which was pouring with sweat.
That was when I noticed that his breathing was rather fast and even more
labored than before.  His pretty blue eyes were now closed.  My lips
quivered as I screamed to Brian.  "GET THE DAMN KEYS NOW!!!!!!!!"

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I know I was kind of slow in getting this installment out.  Writer's block.

Well, comments?  ngclle@yahoo.com

Otherwise, I thank you guys for making it this far into the story.