I want love.
Silent Hill is owned by people who aren't me. I apologise if you're stupid enough to make this mistake.
Warning: Slash/Yaoi, Murphy/Alex, Sex, slight spoilers for Homecoming and the Easter Egg in Silent Hill Downpour.
I need a miracle and not someone's charity
One drop of love from him
And my heart's in ecstasy
The high that is sending me
Is most likely ending me
I need a miracle and not someone's charity
-'I want love' from the Silent Hill 3 Soundtrack.
Sung by Mary Elizabeth McGlynn
Composed and arranged by Akira Yamaoka
He didn't even bother using his map anymore.
How did he get to here from St Maria's? He didn't know. Silent Hill was a hellhole and had a certain knack for warping people from place to place within the town. All Murphy Pendleton knew he was back in the familiar, central part of Southern Silent Hill.
The green-clad convict could only be thankful for the lack of rain. No monsters and no rain. If he could get to DJ Ricks' boat, he would be happy and finally get out of this torturous place. Long ago he had decided that this town was sentient and was trying to kill him. So, as usual, he was on edge and uneasy; only taking slight comfort that he still had a sturdy fireaxe in his hand and a gun in his pocket.
Murphy slowly walked up the wide, foggy streets, slowly noting that more doors then usual were jammed shut or locked. It was becoming more and more apparent that he was being forced to go one way.
But what... or who was the town leading him to?
The thought that the town was leading him into another psychotic mindfuck pissed him off. With every passing minute, he was slowly getting more and more frustrated with this place. Hadn't this place tortured him enough already?
A recent image of the Bogeyman suddenly filled his brain. Murphy cringed. Why? What was the point of that? What was the point of making him see that he couldn't do anything more for his son?
Irritated, the man kicked over a nearby trashcan. The metal clashed with the pavement, creating a loud, startling sound. He didn't want any of this. He just wanted his life back.
Was that too much to ask? For something normal?
Probably.
Suddenly, the sound of a gun. Murphy yelped. He had only just narrowly dodged a bullet. Reacting quickly, the brunette ducked behind another trashcan and took out his stored gun. His brow furrowed as he tried to process a few things. Monsters now had guns? Or was that just Officer Cunningham trying to blow his brains out again? If it was the latter, maybe this time he could calm her down (although his track record of that happening... she wasn't easy to talk to... it was still worth a shot).
"Hey! Hold your fire! I'm not going to hurt you!" Murphy yelled over the bullets. At his voice, the firing suddenly stopped. There was silence. The brunette didn't risk speaking or peaking his head over to see who was shooting.
"Come up. Hands where I can see them! Identify yourself!" A wave of relief swept over him. It wasn't a monster and it wasn't Anne. Murphy dropped his fireaxe and raised his arms up slowly so the stranger could see them. He looked up to face them, but couldn't see the figure through the fog until it limped slowly towards him.
It was a muscular, younger man, leaning heavily on his right leg. There was simple gun was cocked towards him but that didn't worry Murphy immediately. It was more of the stranger's attire:a beige military jacket and dog-tags. Had the army been roped in to try find the escaped convicts?
"Hey..." Murphy said calmly, trying to reassure the dark-haired youth. "I'm not a monster. Put the gun down and we can talk."
"Are you part of The Order?" A look of confusion passed Murphy's face. That seemed to satisfy the young man. He lowered his gun but didn't put it away. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"My name is Murphy..." The stranger looked at him suspiciously due to the lack of a last name. Murphy ignored him. "I'm part of no order. I'm just a guy who wants to get out of here as fast as I can." Murphy put his arms down, watching carefully if the hardened man would react. He didn't. "What's your name? You're the first I've seen on the streets."
"Alex." He responded courtly. "I'm also trying to get out of here. To Brahms." So he wasn't sent to try catch anyone. That calmed Murphy down a little bit. "You wouldn't happen to know the way out would you?"
"Most of the roads are blocked off by huge... gorges." At least Alex knew enough of Silent Hill to not be surprised by the news. How much did he know? Maybe he knew some things that Murphy didn't. "I have a way out, but it's far from here. It's a boat at the docks."
"Right..." Alex looked at him suspiciously.
"I'm not kidding kid." He said as he took out the 'Freedom' keys. "I can take you there if you want. Maybe we can both get out of here together." Murphy was a nice guy, he often wrapped himself into side quests that weren't his concern. Helping Alex was no different. The other man stared at him suspiciously for a few moments; weighing up the risks in his head.
"Are you going there straight away?"
"Yeah. Why?" Alex gave a foul-mouthed curse and tried to consider his options. Patient as ever, Murphy waited for Alex to decide if he was coming or not.
Having backup was a good idea: Alex seemed confident with a gun and probably could help him fight off any monsters that decided to show up. They could tag-team and get out of this murderous pit together.
On the other hand, it was clear that neither of them completely trusted each other. It would prove to be a complication if Alex did decide to team up without trust. Hell, there was still the possibility that Alex was a new type of monster.
"Fine... I'll come with you." The military man said. "But you walk in front." It was for his own protection to make sure Murphy didn't backstab him. Murphy understood where Alex was coming from and complied.
Although in tense silence, two began running up Lansdale Avenue together. From behind him, Murphy heard the uneven clatter of the other's footsteps on the pavement. He knew Pearl Creak by heart and could tell they were almost at the upper part of the street. From there they could take a shortcut to the subway and slip through the underground tunnels to get to their destination.
It seemed all smooth-sailing. For the period of five minutes with Alex, his walkie-talkie didn't crackle at all. An added bonus was that the weather was nice and dry. Maybe things were going his way for once.
"Urgh..."
Yeah right.
Murphy stopped. He turned around to see Alex hobbling awkwardly after him, as fast as he could manage, wincing visibly with every step.
"Why'd you stop?" he asked, almost aggressively.
"Why didn't you tell me you were crippled?" Murphy retorted as he looked at Alex's pants. Blood was soaking the grey fabric. The wound under the material was causing the stranger a great amount of pain even despite his efforts to hide it.
"I'm fine and I'm not a cripple: just injured." Alex snarled back. "I patched up the wound awhile ago. I'm okay. Just keep moving." Even in spite of his brashness, Murphy couldn't completely get mad at the newcomer. He knew that the military, and other authority figures, hated getting help from civilians. The brunette was acting brave and trying to wave off his injury by going on ahead. It was evident he was far from fine. Murphy had to do something about it.
"We're not going to get anywhere fast if you're going to move at that pace." The solider kept moving. "If you stop for a damn minute, we'll go to a safe place and get you fixed. Then we can actually start moving for longer then five minutes and cover more then half a street." Murphy snapped; feeling his irritation jump back onto him despite his voice remaining even.
Alex stopped. There was silence between the two strangers.
"There's a safe place in Silent Hill?" Murphy would have smirked if he wasn't so tense. He nodded.
"Yeah. It's an apartment. There aren't any monsters in there because it's locked up tight. We'll go there and rest. We'll get you fixed up and then we'll get going." It took awhile before the beige-coated man turned to Murphy and nodded.
"Fine... lead the way." Murphy wordlessly slung Alex's left arm over his shoulder. At his touch, Alex tensed slightly but shook the tension off and leaned on the other for support. Together, the two began walking. Travelling like that made them both more vulnerable to monsters, but no one was around and the duo were a lot faster.
In good time, they made it to a certain apartment block. Nothing about it looked special: it was grey, boarded up and looked downright creepy- like every other building in the town. However there was a lone emergency ladder that dangled down from its metal frame.
"... He can't get up there by himself... not with that leg." Murphy thought out loud. Alex raised an eyebrow, he was standing right next to him, but Murphy was too busy speaking his thoughts out loud. "I could treat him here but... no I don't like that option. There's got to be a way I can bring him up."
"How strong are you?" Alex asked suddenly. Murphy looked at him. "It's not far up. You could probably pull me up if I hold onto your shoulders. That way I don't bend my knees." The man stared at him as if it was the most stupid thing he had ever heard. The youth groaned and looked away. Murphy sighed and moved to the ladder.
"Hurry up. We don't have all night." Alex scurried over and wrapped his strong arms around Murphy. Thankful he had spent a good few years in the prison's gym, Murphy began climbing up the ladder, huffing a bit as he pulled them both up each rung.
There were a few times where Murphy thought Alex was going to pull them both off, but Murphy persevered and eventually found himself on the metal grid; just in front of the window to the safe spot.
"Are you okay?"
"Fine... you?"
"Fine... just give me a minute." Murphy coughed. "You were pulling on my neck a bit."
"Sorry." Came the quick response. Murphy pulled himself up, opened the window and assisted Alex into the apartment. The first thing that the spiky-haired man noticed was the huge black chains on the door, illuminated by both mens' flashlights. "That's a lot of chains for one door."
"Yep. I've looked through the peephole and I've tested the chains. I think this is one of the few safe areas in this blasted town." Murphy helped Alex through towards a door at the end of a hallway. He opened it to reveal a simple, empty bedroom and then guided the injured man to the double bed.
"Keep your legs straight. Don't open that wound more then you need to."
Alex gave a whine of relief as he finally sat down. Although unused for what looked like decades, the bed was still very plush. Alex was clearly enjoying the comfort. Murphy couldn't help but be amused at the solider's suddenly childish expression. Had he never slept on a decent bed before?
"Feel better?"
"Yeah..." Alex admitted, the innocence quickly disappearing. "Umm... thanks..." There was a silence and Murphy just stood there, waiting for Alex to speak. "Why are you helping me? I mean... in general. You didn't... don't have to help me escape."
"You needed help." He said flatly. The man nodded, hiding his face with shadows.
"Thanks then... uh... I can handle myself now. I'll be okay. You go rest. I'll clean myself up." Frowning, Murphy knelt down and suddenly reached for Alex's belt buckle. The man jumped slightly in his place.
"What are you doing?"
"I know you said fixed this wound but your bandage coming out. I need to do this properly solider." Murphy's eyes narrowed as he looked at the injury and the blood seeping through the dark pants. The blood trail was now at the bottom of of the leg and sliding past his ankles. Before Murphy realised it, he had instinctively gotten a first aid kit out.
The jaded man allowed the older one to nip off his belt and wriggle his pants off. He was too tired and in too much pain to make much protest, but he still yelped when the coarse material went over his open wound.
"Oh God... what did this to you?" Alex had crudely wrapped some old material over the damage, but now the cloth was falling off. The hole in his knee was the size of the width of Murphy's pinkie and deep enough to see his bone. It was tearing slightly and was bleeding profoundly, obviously due to the 'running' he had done to keep up with Murphy. It was a miracle that he could still walk.
"A drill. I don't want to talk about it." Murphy removed the makeshift bandage and grimaced at the sight of the ugly wound. The prisoner went through the contents of the box and pulled out the limited, necessary equipment to repair the injury.
Again, there was silence but this one was to let Murphy concentrate. The only sounds that could be heard were Alex's occasional wincing or muffled groans. It took a while for Murphy to properly treat Alex's leg.
Half an hour later, Murphy had finished treating Alex completely. He'd removed Alex's jacket and settled the half-dressed, young man down onto the bed. He could see that the man had been struggling with his leg for days now and, despite his protests, Alex was tired and ready to fall asleep any second.
"We'll move off as soon as you wakeup. I'm going to see if there's food here and sleep on the couch. Yell for me if you need anything." The man began walking to the doorway. "Get as much sleep as you can. We have a lot of ground to cover."
"Hey Murphy?"
"Yeah?"
"Sorry for being a dick to you. You've been helping me this whole time and I'm acting like an ungrateful brat. ... Sorry and thank you for helping me."
"It's fine... I forgive you." He said, although not as stoically as before. "If I'm not awake when you get up, then just wake me." Murphy left the door open behind him and moved back into the living room. He scouted the room again for any useful items, but it was as empty as the first time he was there.
After doing a few mundane activities, the man opted to enjoy a few moments' rest.
Feeling unusually happy and calm, Murphy laid down on the couch and quickly fell into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
"JOSH! JOSH! JOSH!" Murphy awoke to the sound of screaming and violent thrashing. Picking up a jagged piece of wood, Murphy switched his flashlight on and dashed to the bedroom. Was it a monster on the bed? Who was Josh? "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! JOSH!"
Training the beam on Alex, Murphy could see that the man was safe, alone but very distressed. The youth sounded hoarse from yelling in his sleep. His arms and legs flew in every direction- as if he was running or fighting- and tears were pouring down his eyes. Without wasting a single second, Murphy dropped his weapon and rushed to Alex's side.
"Hey! You! Wake up!" He shook him slightly but got knocked in the face. Murphy winced as the blow connected but quickly recovered and shook Alex again, this time a lot harder. "It's just a dream! Hey! Wake up! Wake up!"
The man's eyes shot right open. Immediately he pulled Murphy to sit on the bed and clung tightly onto him. Murphy wasn't sure if the man was completely awake but regardless, Alex began sobbing into Murphy's shirt.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Josh." Murphy allowed the distraught man to cry uncontrollably on him. The brunette wasn't sure if he was supposed to just sit there or try to reassure the stranger that everything was alright and they were safe (as safe as you could be in Silent Hill). As Alex cried harder, Murphy simply placed his hands on Alex's back; rubbing it as he used to with Charlie when he had nightmares.
The young man looked like he had never had a proper cry before. He didn't look like he had received sympathy either. Murphy's comfort made the man cry even harder. When the hands carrassed him, Alex shook uncontrollably before bursting out into tears again. Murphy wasn't sure how long he held Alex in his soft embrace. It seemed like eternity before Alex's bawling dissolved into whimpering.
Alex got off Murphy and wiped his teary face with his forearm; now suddenly downcast and not making a sound. Murphy stood in front of him in silence before sitting on the bed next to him.
"I'm sorry." He croaked. Murphy took the bright flashlight off his belt and placed it next to the broken lamp. The light shined slightly off Alex, showing his salt-streaked face.
"It's fine." The man placed a comforting hand on the younger. "Do you want to talk about it?" The man looked hesitant but Murphy could see that Alex was just busting to get his problems off his chest, even to a complete stranger. "It's okay. Whatever you tell me in here will stay in here. You have my word." Alex looked like he was going to start yelling at Murphy. He was surprised when Alex's dialogue came slowly.
"My brother Joshua. I... It was an accident." Alex stammered before trying to calm down. Murphy was patient and gave him a reassuring look. He started again. "My parents... they hated me... no... they loved me but... shit... they abused me. Dad used to hit me all the time and my mother... she acted like I wasn't there." Murphy gave a low growl. He hated anyone who would dare touch a kid. "He always apologised afterwards but the abuse didn't stop until I was eleven. That's when my brother... my brother Josh was born. Things got better then. Mum and dad shut themselves off from me, but Josh never did. He was the only thing that made things better. The only one who I could put up with in that fucking hell hole..."
Alex clenched the blankets, ready to breakdown again. Murphy watched as the man tried to compose himself.
"He was nine when he died. It was an accident... but... we were out on the lake at night. My brother was the family favourite and he received an important family heirloom from my father. Josh showed it to me and I got mad... we fought over the damned thing and the boat rocked. He was standing and... and he suddenly went over..." Alex began to cry again. Murphy took him in, making the man lean on him once again.
"You don't have to tell me the whole thing. I think I get it." Murphy had a feeling that there was more to it but didn't push it. It was your typical child abuse/neglect story where something went wrong and ultimately resulted in guilt. That didn't make Alex's story any less revolting for Murphy to listen to. How could anyone treat a child that way? Ignoring him for no reason...
"I went insane after that... they... they... sent me away. They hated me for killing the only son they loved... I forgot... how could I forget...?"
"Shhh." Murphy silenced him, making his hug a bit more firm but no less concerned. "It's alright." Alex looked like he was about to protest but Murphy cut him off. "...you can't change the past. No matter how much you blame yourself, it's not going to bring him back." Murphy felt his heart grow heavy when he recited the same words he had said to the manifestation of Charlie. "It's not your fault. It was an accident... I believe you solider." Alex cringed at that title but neither made a comment about it. Murphy let the neglected, traumatised child cling to him for a while longer. The man underneath him savored the touch of strong arms around him.
"Murphy..."
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you a favour?"
"Sure." Murphy mumbled back. "I'll do what can to help." Alex fell silent again, as if trying to decide something. There was stoic silence before...
"... Have sex with me." The man looked down at the Alex and his brown-grey gaze in confusion. "Please... just this once."
Murphy should have just pushed Alex off and told him 'no.' While he wasn't homophobic (he was bi with a preference for women), he knew that even suggesting the idea... in Silent Hill of all places... it was just wrong.
He was jaded enough to accuse Alex of telling him lies- his backstory- to try and pressure him into sex. Then there was still a possibility that Alex was just another fucked up apparition and this was just another psychotic test. Reasons to try make Alex seem like the bad guy from his imagination.
But he knew those weren't the real reasons. Somehow he could tell Alex was real. Somehow he could justify the stranger's sudden request.
Whatever Alex had been doing in Silent Hill had broken him (and with all the crazy shit happening in the town, Murphy couldn't blame him). All the man really wanted was to experience love... Not parental love: his experience with that made him resentful. He didn't want charity: he looked proud and the tone in his voice told Murphy that he didn't want sympathy. Alex desired some sort... any other form of affection because of the loveless void in his childhood.
"You know it's not right..." Murphy sighed, trying to bring himself back out of his thoughts to the male begging in front of him. He was crazy for even considering the notion.
"Please Murphy... Please..."
In his current state, Alex would be easy prey to anyone who showed him affection. Whatever happened had broke him. He was vulnerable. Even though Murphy barely knew him, he knew couldn't let him get hurt by one of the many loonys in town.
"Please..." If Murphy complied, hopefully Alex wouldn't ask for such a thing again.
"... I've never done it with a guy before." He didn't say no. Alex got the message and leaned in closer to Murphy. Alex suddenly looked very different. ...He looked so dependent.
"Th-thank you." The prisoner cupped the man's face and kissed him on the lips.
It was only out of pity.
Although Alex wanted to feel the full experience of physical love, Murphy couldn't go as fast as the other wanted- Murphy still had Alex's leg to be mindful of and he wasn't completely sure about the mechanics of gay sex. He'd just improvise though. He was usually quick to adapt to... interesting situations.
They started slow. The kisses were almost mournful of what each had both lost.
Murphy carefully noted all the small reactions that Alex had. It was like Alex was a pitiful alien: a complete stranger to any contact that wasn't violence. When Murphy wiped away Alex's previous tears, he trembled. When Murphy's brown bangs gently touched his face, he smiled. When Murphy kissed him, he clinged to it as if it was his lifeline.
It didn't take long for Murphy to start taking proper dominance. Every lick of the moist cavern inside Alex's mouth and every time they brushed lips played a part in building Murphy's confidence to start taking the man. There wasn't any taste to Alex but there was a certain essence of longing. An essence that dissolved to nothing as Murphy's tongue filled the empty space.
As the kisses grew more confident from both ends, Alex wrapped his arms around Murphy, trying to get more support from their feverish kisses. The older man allowed his hands to slide over Alex's chiseled body, noting the feel of lean muscle under his black shirt. The brunette could feel Alex shiver from the power that came from his lips and could feel him jerk as his coarse fingers brushed sensually over the solider's spine.
There were no strings attached. The act was just a favour and he got some free pleasure. It should have been easy. Yet somehow, Murphy felt he was enjoying the stranger's body and actions more then he should have.
Opening his eyes slightly, he could see a luminous blush spread over Alex's cheeks. When he parted their mouth warfare, he couldn't help but get aroused at the nubile appearance of Alex- his mouth open and dripping with their shared saliva; sensuously begging for more of the older man.
Encouraged by this submission, Murphy pulled Alex's shirt up slightly- teasing him. Alex's mouth opened wider for a gasp of surprise but it was quickly smothered by Murphy's lips crashing against him. As their tongues clashed against each other Murphy's hands played on the younger's pectoral muscles, brushing over them repeatedly. As he went over some of the bruises, Alex hid slight groans by shoving his tongue against Murphy's. Murphy quickly broke the kiss and continued sliding off the shirt, making Alex tremble in delight.
He felt the cold metal of the man's dog-tags as he pried the shirt over the man's head but left the silver on his body. Murphy eagerly threw the shirt on the floor but, when he turned back, he stopped his assault of Alex's body. While the young man's body was perfectly toned and as tempting as he'd expected; he didn't expect to see so many monstrous scars and wounds. None of them looked like they were from the military... but from past abuse and recent monster attacks- mostly from the former.
"... Are you okay? There are so many scars..." Murphy muttered out loud. His stomach twisted in disgust at the cruel injuries. His broad hands went to touch the pitiful marks but Alex (now feeling much stronger then before) growled, as if to say 'shut up and get on with it.' He grabbed the man's wrist and stared at Murphy, telling him in-verbally that he didn't want to explain. After a few tense moments Murphy lifted his arms up to surrender.
Alex looked horrified. Did he just scare him off? He didn't want him to stop.
Desperate to be closer to the man, Alex's hands suddenly shot out and worked hungrily at Murphy's buttons. It took almost no time to pull Murphy close, rip away the green over-shirt and tug off the undershirt. Triggered by the burst of activity, Murphy kissed Alex again, feeling lust soak in and dominance strike up. This kiss was short-lived as the experienced began to work his mouth lower on Alex's body- starting at the cheek and kissing his way erotically to Alex's taunt nipple. He licked it, causing the man to shiver. Alex's whole body flushed as Murphy began teasing the nipple with his teeth.
It was pity-sex. It shouldn't have felt this good on either end. Regardless, the sexually deprived prisoner was enjoying this fully and allowing time to explore every detail of Alex's lithe body. He wasn't sure if it was to stall from the actual sex; he genuinely wanted to cherish Alex; or he was into this foreplay but, regardless, he loved this. His initial hesitance had disappeared and he continued to aggresively lavish the buds of the solider's chest. Alex squealed a little as Murphy's rugged hands reached down to Alex's cock. It was already bulging under his boxers but hardened as Murphy palmed it. The youth moaned loudly as Murphy improvised; playing with the member and nibbling on Alex's collarbone.
"Gah... you're good... too good..." Alex choked out. Murphy began licking the nape of Alex's neck and slid up his chin before shifting to nibble on his earlobe gently. As Murphy's breath gently flooded the man's ear, Alex gave a low whimper.
Trying to keep up with the cardinal pleasure, Alex grabbed Murphy's large brown belt but his trembling fingers refused to work off the buckle. From beneath him, Murphy could feel the man writhe and curl up his good leg, accidentally brushing against Murphy's erection. He shivered and stopped his oral actions, looking down at Alex.
Carefully placing his hands over Alex's, Murphy helped the broken man undo the thick buckle. The two remained close. They could feel each other's body heat grow as Murphy discarded his thick belt and allowed Alex to try and take off his pants.
"We can stop if you want." Murphy suddenly whispered huskily. The younger man blushed as he saw Murphy's manhood but shook his head and remained undeterred. Murphy was relieved that the solider wanted to go through with this. He had a feeling that, at this stage, he was going to fuck Alex whether the younger wanted to or not.
Any bullshit plans, like leaving early or trying to leave Silent Hill at all, were quickly sent flying out the window. All that mattered was Alex now. He responded in all the right ways to his tantalizing actions. He could see it in the other man's eyes that it was the same too. They were drunk in each other. Alex was getting all the love he wanted, and he needed more. Murphy felt he was ready to kick it up a notch. It was perfect.
Although not completely sure what he was doing, he knew enough that he wanted to go from behind. He held the now-quiet Alex with tender hands and turned so that it was almost like the young man was sitting in his lap. Murphy could feel the lust build and swell within his lower regions just by closer to him. Alex shivered as he felt Murphy's hard penis press against his back. He was given no chance to whimper- the kisses on the side of his neck pacified him.
Getting Alex's boxers off was a lot easier then getting his pants off. This time the material was loose and Alex helped by lifting his hips so Murphy could expose his cock. Murphy squeezed in a quick butt grope before he leaned over to look over Alex's shoulder. He knew that the young man wanted more, even if he couldn't see his expression, so he placed his hands around the member and began pumping it. Alex cried out as Murphy pushed it back and forth, feeling it harden fully.
Being new to sexual experience, Alex cummed relatively quickly. His reaction was amazing. His head flung back. He screamed and moaned. He begged Murphy for more of the pleasing action. It was like he was a completely different person. Not that Murphy minded; he preferred Alex moaning in delight over Alex trying to shoot him.
Murphy turned Alex's head and kissed the man, savouring his non-existent taste. Meanwhile, his hand continued to pump and helped cover his fingers and the bed with Alex's bodily fluids. After a few incredibly lengthy moments, Murphy parted from Alex again.
They gave small smiles to each other before the prisoner placed Alex facedown on the bed, careful not to bend the solider's knee to open the wound.
"You sure about this?"
"Please Murphy..." It was more of a formality then anything worth paying attention to.
Alex jolted at the sudden warm wet feeling at his entrance. He cried out as he felt the Murphy slide a lubed up finger inside of him, wasting no time before adding a second one to stretch his orifice. With a thrust of the man's fingers, Alex arched up into the man. Unsure if he was supposed to moan out again, he bit the pillow. Murphy's free hand tried to move Alex's good leg a little wider for a better position while the other hand played with Alex's hole. He hadn't done this in a long time. Murphy's earlier resolve to 'take it slow' was dropping.
"Do you want me to go fast or slow?" Murphy asked suddenly. The man underneath him gripped the pillow harder.
"Fuck me now bastard!" Alex suddenly screamed. If not so lust-driven, Murphy would have snickered at the sudden change in Alex's attitude. Instead, he grabbed the younger man's hips and pulled him closer to himself, allowing the head of his cock to press against the semi stretched entrance. "Ah-ahh Murphy!" Alex let go of the pillow and bit his lip. His hands gripped against the blanket. "Ah, fuck!"
"You may be a solider but you have the mouth of a sailor." Murphy remarked. It was weird being inside of another man. It felt different from being in a woman... not bad... just different. Murphy didn't mind though. He liked this sickening feeling. He held the man by the hips and began thrusting hard into the younger man, causing the unused bed to squeak in unison with heavy pants and soft moans. Murphy cried out in euphoria. Each thrust caused waves of pleasure to spread throughout his entire body.
"Ahh! Fuck! Murphy! Murphy!" Alex mewled. Said man didn't want to hurt the injured guy. He was about to stop when Alex bucked up his hips, crying out in a sadistic mixture of pain and pleasure. "More you bastard! Finish what you started! More"
Murphy complied. He pressed down harder on Alex, putting more force in his thrusts. The man moaned and groaned again.
"I'm gonn-ahh!" Alex arched his back and lifted his hips off the soft bed, pushing himself hard into a well placed thrust. His seed soiled the bed again as he roared in sexual gratification. Murphy struggled with his own release, holding it in for a few more thrusts before releasing inside of Alex. The pinned man yelled in ecstasy as foreign cum filled him.
His scream became hard pants and then degraded into cute whimpers. He had enough. That was fine with Murphy. With a groan from both of them, Murphy slowly slipped out of Alex.
"That... was good." Murphy groaned, now exhausted. He lay down next to Alex who rolled over to look at him.
"It was amazing..." Alex said quietly, giving a broad smile despite being in clear pain. He didn't mention it. Instead, guiltily, he looked into the prisoner's chocolate orbs. "Thanks. For putting up with me." Murphy ignored him and was about to feign sleep until he saw the expression of utmost satisfaction, tranquility and pseudo-happiness mixed onto Alex's face. He was very good-looking even despite his lazy eye and horrible teeth. He had a face that Murphy wouldn't mind seeing for a while longer.
"Don't expect this treatment tomorrow," Murphy said as he pulled the blanket over them. It felt like they were old friends, rather then strangers who shared one particularly good one-night stand. It felt nice having a friend. "Tomorrow we're getting out of this hellhole and if we're not out of here by tomorrow night, I'm leaving you for the Screamers."
"I'll be surprised if I can stand tomorrow." Alex winced. "I think you broke my hips." He yawned. Sighing, Murphy pulled Alex's naked form towards him.
"Make sure you can walk..." He said gruffly. Alex tensed inbetween his arms. "... And... don't have any nightmares. Got that solider?" The two stared at each other before Alex placed one last, deep kiss on him.
"Goodnight Murphy." Alex muttered as they slowly fell into a peaceful sleep together.
"Good morning Alex..." muttered Murphy. He turned to face the man but found that the youth was absent. Figuring that he was in the living room, the brunette stretched, still feeling the pleasurable afterglow from the night before.
"I hope we can cover ground today..." he said to himself as he stood up, picked up his discarded clothes off the floor and got dressed. Feeling for his journal, he pulled it out of his belt and planned the day's route, most notably trying to pick routes absent of steps or ladders.
After a few minutes of checking he had everything, Murphy walked out of the room... to find no one. He looked over the kitchen countertop. Still no Alex. The front door was still firmly chained, so he couldn't have gone out to the rest of the building.
"Alex? Alex? Are you here?" Murphy checked the small apartment but the spiky-haired man wasn't in the laundry, bathroom or the store room. He wasn't there. "Alex?" Even though he knew it was impossible for Alex to go down the ladder by himself, he checked outside the window anyway. The only living (?) being he saw was the usual Screamer on the other side of the road. "Alex!"
He couldn't physically leave the apartment on his own and the place didn't look like there had been taken by force. So why wasn't he here? Where was Alex?
Worried, the man checked the apartment again. Alex was too realistic to be a dream. He could still feel his kisses on his lips. He could remember feeling him...
But if Alex was real... was he right, under his first assumption, that Alex was just trying to trick him for the sex? No... more likely he was just a manifestation of his sexual deprivation. It seemed more likely for this place. Another fucked up examination that he had been played into.
Even though Murphy refused to believe it, the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed that Alex was just some mutated test he didn't understand. Why else were there no monsters when he was here? Why else did he seem to get close to Murphy without realising it? Why was he... why was he gone without a trace? Where were his clothes? Where was he?
His thoughts were pessimistic but he continued searching for the man. If he was real, he didn't want to leave him alone. Not after what happened. Murphy opened the door back into the bedroom and walked in. He tried to hide his disappointment when he didn't see Alex lying on the bed.
It was by chance he spotted it on the floor. He was about to walk out when he spotted the tiny, shining object, reflecting the light perfectly. "What's this?" He picked the metallic object up to see it was a single dog-tag. "A. Shepherd... Alex Shepherd. Then he was real... so where is he?" Alex had two dog-tags... so that meant he had the other one... maybe he was still around. "It's a slim chance but I have to find him."
He wrote in his journal. Right underneath 'Escape Silent Hill' he wrote 'Find Alex Shepherd' in bolded print. He didn't bother with any extra comments. He knew exactly what he had to try and do. He pasted the dog-tag into the little book and pocketed it away.
He would head over to the docks where DJ. Ricks' boat was. Maybe... maybe Alex just lost his tag and went on ahead. If he came to the revelation that Alex didn't exist, he would then leave but until then...
"Alex... Alex Shepherd..." Murphy Pendleton murmured as he clenched his fist. "... I'll find you..."
... They had sex on Henry's bed :3c
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