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Apocalypse.
I obviously fell asleep at some stage, because suddenly I wasn't in the hotel room. I was about three streets away, witnessing the destruction of high end Stockholm. Buildings were burning and falling, people were running and screaming, fire rained from the sky and littered the ground. It was an apocalyptic scene if evere there was one. I felt a dread, a deep sadness, that I couldn't place or explain. I scoured the scene to find Ax, and spotted Dylin running. I tried to scream his name but couldn't, and he kept running. Then a fireball dropped from the sky and melted him, right in front of me. I screamed and cried, horrified by the sight.
Then, I woke up. My face was wet with sweat and tears, and both Ax an Dyl were staring at me. Dyl had the look of a deadman in his face. Could I have been talking in my sleep?
"Are you ok baby?" Ax asks.
"I don't know. I just had the worst nightmare I've ever had. And I'm worried, because all of my other ones came true..." I stammered, trying not to let too many details go.
"We know. You were talking in your sleep. You said something about melting and Dyl." Ax said. Damn, I hoped they hadn't heard the terror I'd experienced.
"Yeah. It was an apocalypse dream. I was really sad for some reason, other than the world ending, and then I saw Dyl get melted by a meteorite or something. It might not mean anything..."
"We're not going anywere today. I know we had plans, but we have to stay inside. And if anything happens to me, you two are not to go anywhere. You get me?" Ax orders. I like it when he gets dominant, it's really sexy.
"Yes sir." Dyl squeaks, still a bit shocked by the apparent prophecy of doom I'd just shared.
"Seriously babe? I was in New York for 9/11! I can deal with the apocalypse! I wanna go to the opera!" I joke, receiving an icy death glare from my boy.
"I think your dream may mean something. If you trust me, you'll do what I say." He says, laying the guilt on thick. "Unless you want Dyl and I to be senselessly killed in the streets."
"Fuck, of course not baby! But as long as I'm alive, you guys can't die right? I saw it all." I say, attempting to play at his logical side.
"No. It doesn't work that way. You've seen Doctor Who, right? History and time can change. I'm not going to risk you. If I have to cast a binding spell on you, I will." Then I get the 'wink of doom'. "In fact, that sounds like a good idea."
And it was settled. We'd all be staying in for the day. In all honesty, the only bad thing about it was the fact that Ax had a smug little smile on his face all day. Which wasn't actually that bad, beacaue I got to crash tackle and kiss him everytime I spotted it.
After about an hour of wrestling, watching the news on 'paranoid apocalypse patrol' and making eachother's clothes randomly disappear, we got hungry. Of course, we were also all quite horny, but a boy's stomach is the only thing that can win out over his cock. So, being the mature, first class teenagers that we are, we naturally ordered room service and answered the door nude. We got the same room service boy that Ax and I had gotten before, but he seemed so much cuter with his eyes hanging out of his head and his pants slightly tented. We invited him in and kinda tag teamed him. Dyl asked,
"So, what's your name?" Even though he had a name tag on. I think he just wanted to hear him say it.
"Vladmir. It's Romanian. Call me Vlad." Vlad said, in the sexiest Russian accent ever.
"And what brings you to Sweden?" Ax asked.
"I came here with my family, and decided to stay. It's beautiful." He said, nerves kicking in. I decide to step in. This poor boy probably thinks we're psychopaths.
"What time do you finish tonight? Because, as you can see, we have a shitload of alcohol and an obvious excess of resources to get more. You seem like a nice guy, let us show you a good time..." I say, hopefully. I mean, the boy is super cute, might as well make him feel good about himself. He better get the hint...
"Sounds good. I finish at 8. I'll bring the weed, if you want." Vlad says, remarkably less nervous.
"Sweet. We ran out last night, I only brought a little bit from Australia." I say, hearing Axyl's comment before he says it. I love this power
"Yeah, and we've all been hearing about it." Ax says sarcastically, with a grin. Little did he know.
"Well, all good then. I'll bring enough for however long you're here. I can bring booze up every night if you want.." Vlad says with a glint in his eye. If I was entirely honest, I felt a spark in him. Something supernatural. My mind started turning over, wondering what could be up with him. It was a passing thought, but it was a strong one.
"Awesome!" Dyl says, his eyes washing over Vlad like he was an underwear model. I saw the same lust in his eyes that I saw that infamous night that the three of us fucked. Ax was looking at me, and I saw that he was concerned.
I don't think I trust him babe.. Ax whispers in my head.
I don't either babe, but let's give him a chance. We gave Dyl a chance, and look at him. I 'say', remembering all the 'happy puppy' moments we've had with Dyl. Sometimes first impressions are wrong.
You're right. He conceded. But you still should scan him.
On it. I reply, and delve into his mind. On the surface, it was a regular human mind. But I could sense something deeper, darker. I tried to pinpoint it, but then noticed Vlad holding his head like he had a headache. I dove deeper, ignoring the fact that it may be affecting him. That's when I saw a familiar scene. The one I dreamed of last night, Stockholm in flames. Then I saw a clock, counting down from 7 days. It had 3 days left until it hit zero. I physically recoiled, startled by seeing the same image I'd seen not 4 hours before, in this boy's head. Not to mention the ominous countdown. Ax looks at me concerned, and Dyl looks confused. Vlad has a knowing look on his face. Which is weird, because he couldn't have known what just happened.
"What's wrong dude?" Dyl asks, as always unable to withstand silence for too long. "You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"Close." Vlad says. "He just read my mind and saw the dream I had last night. And I think he may have had the same dream. Am I right, Toby?"
"Yes, you're right. Kind of. My dream didn't have a countdown. But how did you know? Regular people can never tell when I'm in there. Let alone read me at the same time. What does that make you?" I ask. Maybe it sounded harsh, but I was confused. I hate being confused.
"Let's just say, I'm irregular. I'm not a witch or a wolf, like the three of you. But I do have a sort of 'second sight'. I hear and see things most others can't, including some thoughts." Vlad says, looking nervous again. "I hope that doesn't bother you..."
"Seriously?" Ax butts in, "Toby has just read every dark thought you've ever had, and you're apologizing for reading him?" With another disarming grin. It seems to melt Vlad as quickly as it does me. Then he remember that he's on the clock, and regretfully dashes off before he gets fired.
Ax, Dyl and I spend the next few hours finishing off our tequila. In the nude. With hard-ons that could cut glass, waiting for our Russian boy to get back. While we waited we decided to get ourselves started with some excercises. Namely, taking turns at fucking eachother, trying to out-scream one another. As you can imagine, it was a lot of fun.
When 8 o'clock comes around, we'd just finished our 5th rotation. Vlad was at the door seconds past 8, knocking frantically. I guess he was excited. We let him in and he bursts out,
"Oh thank God! I need a cone so badly! Some asshole in room 106 made me go back and forth from the kitchen until his steak was cooked right. And then he didn't tip me!" We were all laughing while Vlad just looks at us. "What's so funny? I had a shitty nigh.... Where did my clothes go?" This causes Ax, Dyl and I to burst into laughter, holding eachother up so we didn't fall in a heap. "How long have I had no clothes on?" He asks, panicked. I thought I'd put him out of his misery.
"Just since you walked in the door. I'm pretty sure it was Dyl, cause I didn't do it." I look at Dyl and he's as red as a beetroot. "Actually, judging by the violent shade of pink he just turned, I can confirm that it was Dyl." This gets a laugh from Vlad. I spotted Vlad winking at Dyl, and smiled. Looks like our little Dyl is getting some tonight! Well, getting some more.
I found what I needed to find, and writing looks like it will become much easier. My muse is violently bashing me around a bit more, which is what I need. Hope you're enjoying it!