Game of Lions by delicate_creature
Summary: Nick and Rosalind always had a difficult relationship. When they unexpectedly have a child they seem more apart. Desperate, they consult a mysterious man and sign a powerful contract giving them ownership to each other's bodies..with severe and unforeseen results.. Will they save their relationship? And how far is too far??
Categories: Fanfiction > Backstreet Boys Characters: Nick
Genres: Angst, Drama
Warnings: Domestic Violence, Graphic Sexual Content, Graphic Violence, Sexual Assault/Rape
Challenges:
Series: None
Chapters: 3 Completed: No Word count: 2850 Read: 3918 Published: 07/08/15 Updated: 08/12/15

1. Chapter 1 by delicate_creature

2. Chapter 2 by delicate_creature

3. Chapter 3 by delicate_creature

Chapter 1 by delicate_creature
It was an afternoon calm as the roaring of waves intruded into thoughts teeming to escape.And it is almost surreal though...sitting beneath an umbrella of passion and discovery, the very cages of reality sunken in without any sort of warning it may happen. Sighing, he quickly ruffled his faded blonde hair and lazily pinning his arms across his chest...as if a beauty in this war continues to rage....an deafening hurt within his heart.

Nick was never sure how it all came to this moment as he peered down at ivory slashes that design his skin..reminding him the sorrow she truly felt....he knew it was all his fault..he just knew.....

In a distance however..he heard them...their dainty laughter and soft smiles that had worn upon him for so long it was as if they were perched next to him bathing in the afterglow of a sunlit muse. Even more so when it feathers across liquid skies that fated to be bored unless there was someone nor something to attest you in a way that was both beautiful and sinful.
It felt like hours...Nick sprawling his soul upon his own beach to await a reaching of truth just climb inside his rough edges woven by a need to be wanted.
Tenderly with eyes locked together, he began to rewind time in memories and like a weak clock of clouds, they slowly unravel and helplessly cry silently as they pass away.

There was too much left on his mind that cannot be reckoned with along each measuring pulse...this was all he could ever afford. And when a tide flushed hues of an angry orange and puffy pinks, to signify a wasteful day ending in complete circus of misery...he delicately gathered himself up and headed for his house.
Upon entering, it was a haunting dark decorated with silvered lines painted in front of each photo that hung in it's sacred place. He breathed a sour grieving way that was soundless to his now dried lips. He missed their voices, one full of life ahead with innocence and the other fully matured and perfectly bloomed with so much love. As he reached the empty bedroom to try to save whatever pride that remained in his rattled soul...it was too late.

Though it was midsummer when a nightly moan of heat sneaked in, he felt the warming particles of sadness creep over his worthless blue eyes.

Should of never happened..he thought quietly to himself.....

The fighting, the half-long evenings hard with booze, the violence he inflicted, the contract....and the consequences that came with it.
Sure, they wanted desperately salvage any passion that lingered upon the curtains of fear with uncertainty..but was it all worth it?
It started with a weird man...short and plump as if he had feasted into forbidden gardens. His defiant black hair melted on his flawless skin and and evil-like mustache curves in a motion almost sorry.
He explained what the contract is and what may hold fastened with the possibility of souls driven to a point of severe blackouts on rare resolutions.

And still..they agreed to it....

and it was impatiently clear now....should of never done so....


And now, with a shattered reflection remembering in vain what exactly caused all of their lives to crumble but nothing in the mere ruins of an life so bitter-sweet and worse when his own daughter is not here...with him.
Frustration boiled in a heated pot of rage as he took the snapshot of a lovely day at the water park with Rosalind and Amelia and hurled it across the room, broken upon impact..just as he felt then and in a moment off a pure loneliness that constantly attacks him...the war shudders on his back...



he knew it was all his fault..he just knew.....
Chapter 2 by delicate_creature
" oh Nick!! Not again!!" Rosalind shrieks as Nick turned the plastic button on the stereo louder that it vibrated within the house.
Stealthy with his walking her came across her and pulled out his hands for her to dance.
Gladly taking her hand upon his, they glided through the area in total awe, never blinking as they delved into each other's fruitful soul from behind their different mirrors.


In that same magical moment..she remembered the first night she had met Nick. It was unbelievably expected when he glances around the roaring from the vivacious room, looking to attend another gal for the time being. But when he saw her, he could not resist. Unconsciously swinging his vodka and orange juice he grasped so tightly in his big hands, he decided to go for the inevitable hunt.
Glossing his way slowly through everyone whom was lost upon their own evening conversing, he finally was a few feet from this gorgeous target of his.

He wanted her and there was no force from within the world that could ever still the hammering that his clock may speak of.

Deep sighing, he quietly engages into her sight and like a storm that was stirring in an explosion from his damaged soul, he spoke.
" Hi there..I'm.."
" Nick..yes I know who you are." she sternly said directing her gaze away for the sake of never feeling pain that came abroad his ship. But of course Nick was persistent.
" Well...aren't we a little ginger snap." he retored which caused a honey-like smile to escape from underneath her branches on insecurity.
He knew very well that this one will be tricky to obtain. Her wispy red curls drapes across her bloomed face that was light-fevered with joy on her cheeks. Her almond eyes glowing a witch-like that was a deniable sorrowed. And when she laughs, oh god it was like nothing he could ever describe, she was full of moonlight and he was dying to spill even the most scared white of ink it brings. Her body tight with the flowing lavender dress she was wearing, showing off deepened curves of rare beauty that astounds him.
" Sorry..I'm not used to being hit on by famous guys,especially you." She answered which spun his head in a million webs he cannot control.
Especially me? He wondered as she placed down her beer and folded her fingers along her perfected hips. Licking his lips tenderly, he was not sure how long the desire stayed with him, but if it must stay, it will never leave.
" Do you..um..wanna dance?" he asked in a cheesy expression and she thought wonderfully to herself this chance of an invitation he expressed.
" Sure..why not." she giggled as he took a hold of her fragile presence and knocking his way over to the dance floor.


What started as a fast pace movement of their hearts collapse to be turned to a wildfire of a closure of hot velvet tangling together. Suddenly though, he drowned into her perfumed scent of natural passion before he pressed his pink petals against her own, delving in her nectar taste in pure lust which soon melted and he felt something more..something forgivable.
As they both pulled away at the same time, they only stared and stopped moving for a moment, to be encountered an unusual force that reckoned their now shaken bodies.
" wow." was all Nick could sliver as she returned the favor, letting themselves rip away to fetch another drink. What seemed like minutes turned to hours, laughing, joking and just releasing everything else burned in-between. She glanced down at her phone to realize it was a little after 1 a.m and she quickly collected her belongings while feeling a warmth of heated flesh on hers.
" Will I ever see you again?"
She lingered as she grabbed his phone and started to punch her number in. Nick just sat there in a daze and memorized how daring this woman really is. After she was done wanting to kill off a desire to pounce on him but instead she straddled herself upon him, giving him a tight squeeze on his muscular arms. Faintly painting more delicious kisses on his neck and moved up and nibbled his ear...mumbling " Of course baby." And with that she too off, and he could only watch her stream across cocktail lights in utter silence.
Daydreaming..with her in his future...he only knew from the loudness in his cages rattling so much that he didn't even hear AJ calling him.
" Nick? Earth to Nick. Come on let's go dude we have an morning meeting tomorrow!" He shouted as Nick snapped away from his rioted heart that pounds too fierce in flesh. There was no sure way how he could respond but only this...
" Rosalind..."


Reopened her windows, she star-gazed into the man she was wildly in love with. As she snaked her arms around him, the memory over and now replaying within her own storm that threatens to tear everything away.
Though passion is amazingly raw and dripping with pureness, there were flaws in every mirror.
She wondered when it will boil over to a point where blossoms they grew together will choke on the ashes of regret. Rosalind tried not to, she tried so hard and like him...she was dealing with her own demons.
His heavy drinking.
Her self-destructive ways.
Clashing as she knew of a war that hinders on their back..now swollen tightly on their chests..their hearts are the only pawns into what they had worked hard over.




The only question remains....
when will it continue to rain fears,fears that will dissolve their names across pavements....
Chapter 3 by delicate_creature
Author's Notes:
sorry for the long update..im hoping that its still being read..so here goes!
" WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!" Nick thundered as he pounded down the bathroom door, once blue eyes appearing so full of unrefined love, now was a blistering fury of anger.
Rosalind curled up in the bathroom tub, wearing nothing but a sea-foam colored bra and panties and handled the knife right above the curving stream of her veins.
It wasn't as though they did not love each other, nor cared but they both seemed too strung up high within their own insecurities to not had notice.
She wondered briefly if it could had been better if Nick wasn't out drinking and frying his own ass across the floor where he sprawled after a long evening of vodka. It was as though he was having an affair with the bitter but sweet taste from the poison, most fearful the way he acted in the aftermath of the intimacy for loosely getting drunk.
Nick stammered quickly into the dimly lit room,shattering porcelain fixtures along his travels, cursing even more fervor and she knew very well the storm in him just raised above her expectations.
Too deep into her dream-like state that she didn't realize his long fingers gripping on her wrist as he pulled her up. And with a ton of force ripped her from her sanctuary,clutching her frail figure almost tumbling back.
" THE FUCK YOU DOING THIS SHIT FOR? hUH? TELL ME NOW!" He bellowed when Rosalind pulls her head down in an ashamed tribute to his madness. He chuckled evily and again grabbed hold on her chin and forced her to peer into his coldness.


That was when he faltered....

A few streams of sorrow brimmed and roughly fallen down her hollow cheeks, sinking into the lingering thirst on her lips. How she would love to have spoken now, to allow permission of her soul to carve inside him...to make him understand.
His storm finally settled, and like leaves wet with a pureness of calm and guilt, he released his hold and stood fully up...just staring.
Rosalind expressed the same, never knowing when she could trigger him next. He was a walking bomb of emotions and addiction, overtaken the gentle man she once knew.
Nick tried to blink back his tear but with no avail and suddenly thrust himself onto her thighs, laying his sweaty forehead on her velvet skin, burning at the touch of his lightening grace.
Sobbing carefully, she felt him shifting in defeat, knowing he was wrong, questioning to himself why he kept fucking up.
" Shhh...its okay honey...its gonna be all right." Rosalind cooed rubbing her hands through his faded blonde streaks as Nick shook his head, to realize that any answer offered was simply never good enough.
" No Rosey....I can't keep doing this anymore to you...I'm..I'm...so sorry." Uncontrollably crying as she held him tighter thinking if she could even more he would shatter into pieces.
" Come on..let's go lay down and sleep..I feel we both need it." She finally said as they flocked into their place, Nick ribbon his arms around her as she felt his hot tears still wavering onto the crevice of he shoulder and soon enough, they were both asleep into their separate paradise.



Sunlit tendrils enter the room without warning and Rosalind crumples her body upward, turning to see a peaceful form of Nick sleeping. Brushing a few stays of his hair and gently pecked his cheeks.
She entered the kitchen brewing hazelnut coffee and fixing up some bacon and eggs for herself and Nick.
Her thoughts from last night still fresh within her and she could not help but think the extent of his problems.
She knew what to expect when she started dating him and he had belted all his emotions and turmoils of his past to justify it..but this...the heavy drinking, the hitting...and it wasn't even the first time he had lay his hands on hers.
It happened a month ago, when they were leaving an exclusive party for the Backstreet Boys next album In A World Like This. He drank a few Jack and cokes while she only seldom sipped on chardonnay. At first he was laughing and joking, even throwing himself all over Rosalind.
It wasn't in that moment that she cherished such passion emitting brightly only to be curtained like a dark secret stalking upon a heart's tune.
After, they returned home and Nick started reacting in a way she did not see coming. Accusing her of cheating when another man at the party had met her before as they were school mates.
Oh did she try to explain to him but evidently he was not phased with her "excuses."
She cuddled up to herself in their bed, allowing the white truffle of blanket to consume her in comfort. Nick tore that apart, along with her pride, her womanhood as he slapped her a few times across the face.
The first stung fiercely, welting on instant and the second..third..fourth...fifth....she was soon numb upon
the very hearth that was gazing in warmth....pain and sorrow in hand.
Rosalind did nothing as she shudders from a wild breeze intruding her body to Nick's hand needling her skin from every love she tied down for only him...

And she still kept going back, even when she wanted to leave...the look in his face had spoken without speaking, had cried without crying, had scream without being heard, his eyes where so transparent that she could not see herself in his future...
and still...she kept going back.



A low groaning sound suddenly popped throughout the kitchen and realized Nick was awake. Slowly perching herself toward him, his gaze was hollow..almost empty of anything human.
" Good morning honey, I made you breakfast." Rosalind suggested as Nick quietly sat down, bowing his head down.
" Morning baby." he returned and she hugged him while he sat down and started picking apart his food.
" Don't worry about last night...but I do think you should seek help." She offered and Nick paused, squeezing himself shut and burying his hands in his face.
" I don't even know where to begin." Nick muttered, never leaving his position and it hurt Rosalind so much to seem him vulnerable and yet a tinging hue of hatred continues to lurk around her.
" Well..why don't we start off by not drinking and maybe seeing a therapist to work out through your issue and.."
" Damn it Rosey! You don't understand, I am completely fucked up!!" Nick cut her off, whipping his fists on the table, clattering the cups and plates.
Rosalind gasped, remembering a madness that seems to sicken her Nick.
Of course he regretted it immediately, even trying to forget her was severely hungover, thumbing his temples and breathed a huge sigh.
" I'm sorry babe...your right...I really do need help."
" I am glad to hear it." She bent down, harvesting his hands into hers as he peered into her flushed but beautiful face...he truly loves this woman and he never wants to let her go.
A small smile arching across him, realizing if he wanted his forever to stay by him, he was in desperate need to change.
After breakfast, they spent the day strolling on the beaches and shopping, acting like every normal couple would.
But..like all couples......shadowing grey clouds loomed over..constantly awaiting to rainfall a release, a wonder, a dying curse....only to be left with hindering doubts as love disappears each shred over time.
There will be a new chapter blooming, one that Nick and Rosalind will think this was their only anchor to be saved.....
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