Kevin/sparkly male

[lincolnkw.livejournal.com]

Drinking, drug use, non-con, confusion. Who's the victim?

Can you tell I'm in a weird mood.

I must remember to post these in the right journal.

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[turps33.livejournal.com]

I haven't a clue if this is what you want.

But I'll post it anyway ;)

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Glass clutched tightly in one hand, Kevin carefully sat at the first empty table he could see. Setting the glass down, he scrubbed at his face with his balled up fists, wiping away the sweat. Kevin felt hot and shaky, and he gulped desperately at his drink, draining the glass in one swallow, hoping the cool liquid would quench the fire that seemed to be burning inside him. It didn’t help. If anything Kevin felt worse, and he screwed his eyes shut, trying to block out the wavering disco lights that seemed to pulse and throb.

Eyes still closed, Kevin clutched his stomach, nausea sudden and violent. Staggering to his feet he tried to walk, opening his eyes to tiny slits, but everything moved, the table warping under his hand in a sickening continuous movement.

Collapsing back into his seat, Kevin tried to focus his mind, he was at a party, there were people all around; they could get help. One of the others, Brian or…or Nick, or… Kevin tried to remember who else was there, but the names wouldn’t come, he couldn’t focus. All he could feel was the heat, and he rested his head against the table top, feeling momentary relief when his scorched skin hit the cold metal.

“Kevin.”

Someone was touching him, and Kevin tried to speak, to explain he needed help, but he couldn’t talk. All he could do was shiver as the heat was replaced with cold, a bitter freezing cold that made Kevin’s teeth chatter and he shivered as the nausea reared once again.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

Hands were on him, warm spots of heat on his frozen body. Kevin tried to focus, to see who the hands belonged to, but all he could see was a blurry figure, and everything still moved. Kevin closed his eyes, and let himself be hauled to his feet, resting his weight against the person who half carried him through the club. He tried to help, but his feet were leaden blocks, so Kevin stumbled and clung to the body holding him upright.

“I think he’s had too much to drink, I’ll take him back to the hotel, I’m done here anyway.”

Kevin tried to protest, to explain he’d only had one drink, but no one heard his mumbles through the laughter and soon he was being moved again. It was easier to keep quiet, so he stopped trying, drifting away, knowing the person holding him so tight would keep him safe.

Things faded after that, a confusing stream of words, brief flashes of being in a car and hands on his body as he was lowered onto something soft, hands that stroked and petted. Kevin leaned into the touch, he felt sick and lost, and the hands anchored him, as did the voice that washed over him, soothing in its familiarity.

“I love you.”


The hands moved, and Kevin shivered as his clothes were stripped from his body. He tried to protest, to say how cold he was, but he couldn’t move, and soon he was naked, shivering and exposed. Everything shifted dizzily as he was flipped on his stomach and for a moment Kevin felt warm as something blanketed his body, before the world faded yet again.

“I’m sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

The words filled Kevin’s mind. He used them as a focus, something to latch onto as he tried to push through the confusion in his mind and pain in his body. It didn’t work, Kevin’s memory was shot and he carefully rolled on his side to ask what had happened. He couldn’t remember but Kevin knew it had to be bad, his friend’s tears proved that. Now it was up to Kevin to fix things, it was his job to make things right, and he would -- like always.

[lincolnkw.livejournal.com]

oh, goodie.

Poor Kevin, having to heal himself AND his friends. he got Roofied, now I'm going to be consumed with who did it.

Angsty fun.

Goes with my mood. again.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Glad you enjoyed.

Sorry about the bad mood thing, I hope things get sorted for you soon *thinks bad thoughts about your room mate*