NAK Drabbles [Ghost Adventures] ✔

15. Samhain [Cult AU]

PROMPT: Cult AU
SUMMARY: Nick is the leader of his own cult and they all participate in a cleansing ritual on Samhain.
WARNING: dark themes; sexual content
FYI in Wicca and witchcraft, Samhain is a very important holiday where energy is high and the veil between this world and the supernatural is the thinnest. For this Cult AU, Samhain is adapted into a mass cleansing ritual that is dark and manipulative like cult's are. In no way am I suggesting anything about Samhain here as the same. I am a witch and this is my own use of the holiday.

Drama and lies... that has been the entertainment of humanity for millennium. We are predictable creatures with dirty habits and our lies lay heavy on our tongues. It's so easy for us to lie. We are almost addicted to it and the drama we create. Stories and fables laid out before us. Players dancing beautiful and tragically with each other and around the other.

But, Nick made it his end-goal to not fall into that trap of life. He wanted to breathe out those chains. That's when he found the answer. Hidden in the trees, howling at the moon, rituals that cleansed his soul; his friends and followers soon turned to him.

And here his followers were... on the most sacred of nights... Samhain.

The horn signaled the release of the Prey, echoing across the Nevada high desert mountain cabin that Nick bought for this purpose. The sound was like music to the cult leader's ears.

Nick rolled his neck in preparation for the second horn to go off. Arousal and anticipation thumped through his body. He wondered if his lover would be wearing his gift or would be a disobedient brat in need of a good lesson. Glancing to his right, Nick saw one of his best friends (Jay) bouncing on the sole's of his feet, so ready to pounce.

Then, the second horn went off.

Nick didn't even think twice, he ran into the woods. Brown eyes kept sharp as he searched quickly over the terrain for the familiar black hair, tattooed skin, and thick muscles. Figures danced in the trees, twirling around them, baring flesh to the moonlight above, but none of them were of his lover.

He slowed down, coming to a stop, and staring around him. Anger was fuming in his system at his lover. He wanted his lover here and now and in front of him. Already, he can hear the others continuing their rituals in the nearby woods, moans and gasps and whines echoed. Nick should be doing the same to his lover...

"Took you long enough to find me," the voice of his lover, like an angel and like velvet, entered his thoughts.

Nick snapped his head around, watching as a tall man with toned muscles and tattooed skin stepped out from behind a tree. Covering his face was a mask, black and matte, but highlighted his sapphire eyes. A smirk was plastered on his face.

With a growl, Nick sauntered forward, "Well, if you're weren't being such a brat, maybe I would have found you sooner, Zak."

Raising his hand, he gripped Zak's throat tightly and slammed him into the tree. Zak moaned, bucking his hips forward. But, Nick pushed down on Zak's hip with his other hand, keeping the brunette from bucking into him more.

"No," Nick growled into Zak's ear, "You stay."

"Please, Nick," Zak begged, eyes falling shut as the pressure increased around his neck and his mind was sent into a high.

"Say it again," Nick snarled, pressing his lips to Zak's softly.

"Please, Nick," Zak murmured against them.

"Who does your body belong to?" Nick ordered.

"You," a moan whispered across his lips.

"Who?" he pressed harder into Zak's throat.

"You!" Zak cried out.

Another kiss to Zak's lips, "Damn straight you are."