✔️There Will Be Nothing

11^ Vacation

I don't have any dreams, nor do I have any nightmares. It's nearly impossible to get any rest, but I do. Colin's arms, his presence, his soothing voice whispering in my ear, it lulls me to sleep.
     When I wake up, I'm still in his arms, safe and sound. I squirm myself up so I can kiss his jawline, effectively waking him up.
     "Good morning, my love," he murmurs tiredly. His morning voice is so sexy, and I whine happily. I'm so, so glad to be away from Tord.
     "Good morning, Daddy," I murmur back at him, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, tangling my fingers in his colorless, white hair.
     "Mmm..." he hums softly, contentedly.
     "Are you guys awake?" Connor asks in a hushed voice, peeking around the corner.
     "Yes," I murmur, smiling with my eyes closed as Colin holds me.
     "Colin," he begins. "I'm really, really sorry, but we have to interrogate you. Actually, we have to interrogate you both."
     I open my eyes, and he nods solemnly. "I'm aware of that. We... We'll be alright, right?" A note of fear touches his voice, making me hug him tighter.
     "Yes, you two will be just fine, so long as you haven't done anything illegal." He shakes his head. "I don't believe that you have done anything like that, so you should be just fine."
     I nod. "It's Tord and his gang that are the ones to blame..." I mutter under my breath.
     "You should get ready." Connor gets up and leaves us alone.
     "Conrad?"
     I look up at him. "Yes, Colin?"
     "I have a really important question to ask you. It's imperative. It's life or death to me. I mean, not really, but it definitely feels like life or death."
     "What's the question?"
     He stands and sets me on my feet. "I can't ask it, right now."
"Why not?"
"Because, I'm nervous," he admits, not looking nervous at all. "I'll ask it eventually."
     I shake my head, smirking up at him. "Ok, Colin." I slide off of his lap and make sure to sway my hips seductively as I walk to my room. I want him to notice me.
     I can hear the sound of his feet hitting the floor as he runs up to me. He shoves me inside of my room and shuts the door, kissing me passionately. "I know what you're doing."
     "Oh? What am I doing, Daddy?" I ask innocently, staring up at him with wide eyes.
     He glares down at me. "Ugh..." he groans, reaching down to palm himself. "Look what you're doing to me."
     I struggle to keep the smirk off of my face as I reach down and remove his hand, replacing it with mine. "Let me make you feel good."
     "We don't have time..." he worries, staring at the door.
     "I'll be quick," I murmur, kneeling down and pulling his waistband down. I admire his impressive length as I pump it with my hand, making him moan softly.
"Faster," he whispers, staring down at me. I can practically feel his eyes glaring into me.
So, I pump my hands faster, squeezing and roughing him up. He tangles his fingers in my untamed hair as he whispers words of encouragement. I speed up, wanting to taste his cum.
"I'm gonna cum..." he warns, gripping my hair forcefully.
I put him in my mouth and finish him off, swallowing his cum as it flows down my throat. I pull away and swallow with satisfaction, smiling up at him.
He bends down and kisses my forehead. "Such a good boy," he praises. "You know how to make Daddy feel good, don't you?"
I nod happily. "Yes! I do!"
He laughs breathily. "C'mon. We have to get dressed." I stand and change into a new pair of clothes. "When we get home, I'm going to rail you, baby. And, you'd better be prepared." He grips my chin, making me look up at him. "I want you in the room, on your knees, hands behind your back, with your head down. All your clothes better be off, bedsides your underwear. When I enter the room, you better keep your head down and stay silent. Don't respond to anything I say unless it's a question, do you understand me?"
His orders render me speechless with arousal. I can't help but be excited. "Y-Yes, Daddy. I understand."
"Good. I'm taking you back, tonight. I'm replacing Tord's touch with mine. I'm taking you back," he reiterates, kissing me softly before turning and leaving the room. I follow him, scurrying to keep up.
We drive to work in Hank's car. A heavy silence falls over us, but the promise of having time with Colin calms me.
As soon as we enter the building, I'm met by Conan. "Conrad!" He approaches me, but I back away.
"Not now, Conan..." I murmur. "I'm... still shaken up." In my mind, I can see him, still pointing that gun at me and threatening to shoot me.
Colin guides me away, towards the interrogation room. Unfortunately, I have to separate from him as he walks into the room itself. I stay on the safe side of the glass, staring in at him and watching as he sits in his chair.
Conan walks in after a few seconds, and he sits down. I watch with fear, my stomach twisting as I watch them sit in silence.
Eventually, Conan begins speaking. "I'm sorry," he begins.
Colin's eyes widen, and so do mine.
Conan sighs. "I'm designed to be aggressive. I'm designed to be critical, and stop at nothing to accomplish my mission. My mission was to arrest you and get Conrad out of the way, so I could arrest you. Even..." He stumbles over his words. "Even if that means... I had to... threaten him." He buries his face in his hands, exhaling in frustration. "Fuck!" he shouts, staring up at Colin. "I-I just... I'm sorry, ok?! I didn't ask to be made like this!"
     Colin smiles warmly, reaching out to place his hand on Conan's. "I forgive you," he soothes. "I can't tell you whether or not Conrad will forgive you. I don't even know if he's listening. But, I'm not angry or bitter."
     Conan sighs in relief. "Thank you..." he adjusts himself in his chair. "Gavin and I talked, last night, and he brought my... behavior... to my attention. And, I realized that, maybe, I've been too hard on you." He leans forward. "But, you have to understand that Conrad is literally my best friend. If I lost him, I would literally cry... or... something a little more intense than that, but you know what I mean!" He waves his hand in dismissal. "I just... When Conrad started clinging onto you, I felt weird. When he fell in love with you, I could immediately tell, and I just... panicked. I don't want to lose him..." He leans back, sighing softly. "I know, it's irrational, but I can't help it. Just... what happened? Tell me the story of what happened that night."
     Colin sits and listens to Conan's rant, staring at him with infinite patience. When he finishes, Colin starts speaking. "You'll never lose Conrad. He'll always be your best friend. I never wanted to insert myself in between you two. I just love Conrad. I just want to be with him." He sighs softly. "As for that night, it's sort of a blur. I will try to recall what I did." He looks away, staring at a particular place on the table.
Conan opens his mouth, but Colin speaks before he can.
"Conrad and I were in the shower," he begins. "I felt it when I got out and stood there. It... was like fire. Like, I was burning. I couldn't control my body. I felt like I was shoved in the backseat, forced to watch as some unseen force took over my body and forced me to do things I didn't want to do."
"Was it a virus...?"
Colin nods. "Tord's virus. He fucking took over my mind, Conan!" Colin roars, slamming his hands on the table. "And I tried to fight it, I did. I tried my goddamn best, but it still dragged me straight to Tord, and I hate myself for it! I hate myself so much, Conan..."
I've never seen Colin break down before, but here he is. Tears streak down his face as he relives the memories. At this moment, I realize how much hurt and pain he's been carrying around, hiding it behind his bright smile and friendly eyes.
"I'm... I'm sorry," he apologizes, looking away as he rubs at his eyes.
"D-Don't apologize, Colin. It's ok," Conan soothes. "You can talk to me..."
"DAMMIT!" he screams. "I-I just... Tord! He touched him! He touched him, and I could do nothing! I was bound and gagged, Conan. I couldn't do anything besides watch them... Y-You- Do you know what it's like to watch your lover be thrown around by a bunch of men while you watch? Do you know how much that hurts? To be helpless? Hopeless?" Colin struggles to steady himself as he grits his teeth.
Conan shakes his head slowly. "N-No... I have no idea what that feels like. It must be horrible, Colin. I'm-I'm sorry." Conan frowns.
"It's a hell of a lot more than just horrible, Conan. It's torture, in the purest form. I couldn't decide if I wanted to kill myself or everyone around me. And..." He looks up. "Last night, when Conrad was sleeping in my arms, I couldn't sleep. I sat there, reliving it, over and over again. I almost did it."
"Wh-What did you almost do...?" Conan inquires, looking very afraid of what Colin might say.
Colin stares at him before swallowing and slamming his head on the table, sobbing again. "I... I almost killed myself, last night."
I watch him with wide eyes, feeling my heart drop to my feet. Just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes. I could've woken up to him being dead.
Connor puts his hands on my shoulders before wrapping his arms around me and holding me close.
"But, I'm fine! I am perfectly fine!" Colin insists, staring through the double-sided glass. He brings a painfully fake smile to his face. "I'm fine. I just need to... I don't know. This is too much."
"What's too much?"
"All of this!" Colin explodes, gesturing around wildly. "From the start, I've always felt like I'm just inserting myself into Conrad's life. Sometimes, I wonder if getting with him was a mis-"
"NO!" Conan yells urgently. "No, no, no, it's ok! Y-You don't have to break up with him! He-He loves you!"
"Relax, Conan! I would never leave him. I love him too much." Colin smiles softly. "I... I can't imagine my life without him. I don't want to. If I lost him, I'd be heartbroken. All I really want is to make him happy while making myself and everyone else happy in the process. I never meant to take him away from you, Conan. I had actually hoped that we could be good friends. I..." He shakes his head. "I just want to belong," he whispers. "I just want to be a part of the family..."
Conan swallows, looking at the double-sided glass helplessly. Conan isn't a therapist. He's not designed to deal with these kinds of things.
Connor lets me go and leaves, entering the interrogation room. He places his hand on Conan's shoulder. "We have everything we need to know. Let's go."
They all stand and leave the room, meeting Fowler on their way out. "Hank, Connor. I need to see you two in my office." He turns and leaves, trailed by Connor and Hank.
Conan stares at me and rushes forward, embracing me in his arms. "I'm sorry, Conrad. You don't have to forgive me, now, but I'm sorry." He pulls away and walks off, leaving the room.
Colin and I lock our gazes together. He takes a few steps forward before collapsing on his knees and pleading with his hands. "Conrad, I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!" he sobs.
I run forward and fall into him, pressing myself against him. "It-It's ok, Colin! I'm not angry at you." I look up at him. "Just, please, don't kill yourself. Please, don't do it," I beg.
Colin presses his lips against mine, holding me tight against him. "I won't. Never," he promises. "As long as you stay, I'll stay. I'm not leaving. Not ever." I let him run his hands along my body, exploring me, pulling me somehow closer.
"I-I really need to get away," I confess. "We need to get away. We need to go somewhere and just be alone together."
He nods in agreement. "Far away from here. Far, far away."
"Please, don't let me go."
"I won't. I won't ever let you go. I'll fight for you until my last breath escapes me."
Someone opens the door to the room, and we turn to stare at them. It's Connor. He smiles warmly. "Good news, you two," he begins. "All of Tord's gang have been apprehended. At least, those that are still alive. However, we need to clean things up, around here. So, Captain Fowler has decided to let you guys go on vacation in order to keep you two protected while we clean up."
I don't argue with him. I don't care enough to.
"You're dismissed, for today. Go home, and pack your things. We'll be here until probably ten, so you guys have plenty of time to pack and prepare before you're off to Florida!"
Colin and I stand, holding hands. "H-How long will we be gone?" I ask.
"Only a few days, Conrad. It'll be just fine, I promise. You guys can take Hank's car, if you want. We can get a ride from Gavin." He holds Hank's keys out to us.
Colin pulls me out of the room, and I follow him excitedly, snatching Hank's keys as I run past him. "C'mon, Conrad!" Colin looks back at me, flashing me a smile.
I laugh and run as fast as I can, struggling to catch up with him. We pile into the car and speed off to Hank's house, laughing and smiling the entire time.
"I am so excited, Conrad! Time alone with you, and just you. It's all I need. It's all I want."
I look over at him. "I know! I know," I lean over and grab his arm, which is a bad idea since he's driving, but it's whatever. "Imagine it. We can have sex all day, everyday, if we want to. We don't have to worry about work, or anyone bothering us, or anything. Imagine it," I reiterate, holding him.
     "Conrad..." he whines. "I'm driving. Don't get me all excited while I'm driving."
     "Sorry," I giggle, watching him pull into the driveway.
     I hop out of the car and run inside, making my way to my room. I remember Colin's instructions from earlier as I shut the door and start taking my clothes off, throwing them on the bed. I drop down onto my knees and put my hands behind my back, lowering my head, just like he told me to.
     After a few seconds of heavy silence, Colin opens the door. "Conr- oh." He shuts the door. I can hear him walking up to me. "You actually did it. I didn't think you would," he purrs. I can basically hear the arousal in his voice. "You are such a good boy, Conrad. Such a good boy," he praises, kneeling down. "Look at me," he commands.
     I raise my head to meet his eyes. He caresses my chin with his hand, moving up to my cheek as he stares into my eyes. "Are you going to obey, or do I need to teach you to submit?"
     I shake my head. "No, Sir. I'll obey."
     "That's what I like to hear. Now," he stands up and pulls his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. "Stand. Keep your head down."
     I do as he says, thoroughly enjoying the way he orders me around. I don't know when we ended up like this, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
     Colin pulls me forward, slipping behind me. His hand drags across my ass, squeezing and pulling my cheeks as he moves around me. With a sharp pain, he smacks my ass, making me whimper. I don't look at him; I don't cry out. "Good. Resilient." He smacks me harder, and I cry out, not able to hold it, this time. "Or, maybe not."
     I know what he's doing. He's tearing me apart, taking all the good things about me and tearing them up, ruining them. And, it's working. My cheeks heat up in shame, humiliation eating at my soul. But, I like it. In some sick way, I like it.
     "On the bed," he demands.
     I do as he commands, crawling onto the bed and keeping my head hung low.
     "Look at me."
     I look at him.
     "On your hands and knees."
     I bend down so I'm on my hands and knees.
     Colin gets on the bed and pushes himself up behind me, pressing his bulge against me. "You feel that?" he asks, jutting forward.
     "Y-Yes, Sir!" I moan, clenching my hands into fists.
     "Lubricate yourself."
     I do as he asks as he slips off my underwear, throwing them on the floor. I shiver in pleasure as he rubs his finger against my opening. I can hear him unbuckling his belt and letting it fall to the ground as he kicks his pants and underwear off.
     "Are you ready?" he asks, positioning himself to enter me.
     "Yes, Sir."
     He presses himself against me, pushing at my entrance, eventually pushing it all the way in. I moan softly, whining as he fucks me.
     "Shhh, I'll be done, soon, baby. Hold on a little while longer."