It's Over | SSoHD AU

|| No One.. ||

Hello yes, I am back. 

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Kevin's POV:

I smiled as I successfully knocked Seamus out, it seems that everything is going as planned. Though I don't know why he was getting all emotional, I don't care what's going on in his mind; I just care about his body.

I've been waiting for this day way too damn long. All the stalking and following him around I was going to give up; but boy am I glad that I didn't.

Ever since I 'left' the only thing I've been doing is learning more and more about his life, though the thing that stood out more about him was his recent girlfriend. Sure he's popular and all that but I always felt a tinge of jealousy because of her.

Though, that feeling of jealousy quickly faded away when Seamus came out as gay. Only because his best friend frustrated him.

Knowing that, I realized that I needed to make him mine.

I parked my car in front of the house, looking around I saw no one around so I quickly went to Seamus' seat and pulled him out. I'm not exactly a strong person and the blond's weight was a little too much for me so naturally he fell on the cement; rather hard if I could add.

Look at him...so defenseless

I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him inside of the house, I knew he wasn't light but I didn't think that even dragging him across the floor would be such a difficult task.

"God" I murmured as I dragged him into my room. I had to put him on the bed so I decided to  carry Seamus bridal style and  place him softly onto my mattress.

I started humming a song as I got the rope that was sitting under my bed for various years now.

Placing his hands on the each corner of my bed I tied them with the rope, tight enough for him not to escape. Though if he tries he better prepare himself for some bloody wrists and ankles.

Noticing that he was half asleep I went to my chair that was placed on the corner of my room, About a few minutes passed of me staring at him, though Seamus finally started to wake up.

"Wha-" Seamus wondered in a sleepy voice, he looked down at his body and saw that he was sprawled on the bed with his ankles tied up. "What the fuck?!"

I laughed silently as Seamus struggled to get his ankles free, I wanted him to figure out where he was. Once he realized that it was no use to try and untie himself from the rope, he looked around the room; his eyes landed on me.

I gave him a mischievous smile as he simply asked, "Why?"

"I'm done playing games, take me home" Seamus demanded, in my amusement I laughed at his useless command.

"I'm afraid it doesn't work that way, Seamus. You see, I finally got you at your worst."

The blond looked at me with a confused expression though terror could be seen in his face as well.

"Come on, what did I ever do to you?"

The question caught me off guard, Seamus actually never did anything to me. But I also didn't really care if he did or not.

"Nothing, nothing at all."

"Then why are you doing this?!" He screamed at me, I quickly stood up from the chair making Seamus flinch.

Seeing his reaction made me laugh, it gave me a sense of satisfaction finally seeing him this way.

Though at the same time he was pissing me off very much, walking up to him the blond closed his eyes.

Giving out a chuckle I asked him softly, "Why did you close your eyes?"

Seamus slowly opened his eyes but I smacked him across the face, he grunted in pain but he still looked at me dead in the eyes.

"What do you plan on doing with me anyway?" He asked, a red mark was forming on his cheek making me smile.

"Art."

"Art?"

I traced the hand print on his pale cheek, the place where I smacked him felt hot.

"I swear I'll call the cops on you" He threatened, I looked at him with wide eyes.

"The cops? How? You are tied up anyway."

Seamus tried to move his arms but they were restrained, the only thing he is gaining there is to make his wrists bleed with the friction of the rough rope.

"My friends will get worried and call the cops," he tried again.

I laughed even harder, smacking him with twice the force than before.

"You think that your little friend Aleksandr is gonna call the cops? You're so helpless, you're 18 the cops won't care."

The Irish started moving his entire body, he started to scream, "Help!"

"You think someone is gonna hear you? Think where you are again, you're at my house which is pretty much isolated."

Straddling him I placed my hand on his neck, "No one is going to come and save you, Seamus. Not your girlfriend, not your best friend, you don't even have parents to worry for you, no one" I told him as I slowly started to apply pressure on his throat.

"S...top"

Letting go of his neck Seamus was breathing harshly. Smiling I caressed both red marks on his face, the marks I created. "I'm going to have so much fun with you."

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So much has happened, with the whole Paris thing and the earthquake in Japan and the other things in Mexico and I think two other countries. 

Even though I'm not Christian I do hope everything is okay.. I'm not exactly someone to care about this but this time I do hope everything is going to be okay. 

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, please leave a comment about your opinion on the story. It's been hard writing without motivation lately. Hopefully you guys can help me get motivated. 

KLS~