Oliver

I was sitting in my room, typing away on my laptop. I was writing up a report for myself about Oliver and Len's fears. I updated Len to "cured" and typed Oliver's information in his file.

I smiled to myself. I had always been one of the smartest ones in our group. Actually, I was the smartest. Admittedly I am older than Len and Oliver, but I was still smarter than the ones of my age and older. Perhaps that's why I seem so…sketchy. I do it on purpose though, I'll admit.

I had always felt that I could never fit in when I was younger because I always believed in logic. Stupidity was not accepted, there was only logic. I never believed in those fairy tale stories written for children. I only wanted to read about science, and history, and all sorts of nonfiction tales. I wasn't interested in fantasy and creativity.

The thing I most liked as a child was fear. I would spend all my time reading true stories of horror. Peoples fear was entertaining for me. And then I learned that fear can be manipulated. You can use fear to get people to follow you, or you could make friends by helping others through their fear. Fear was the controlling point in all human beings!

I began to research fear. I found out about the chemicals and signals in the brain that created the sense of fear. I also learned about the milder cases, like nervousness and anxiety. Then I discovered how anxiety can be brought to an even worse level depending on the weakness of a person when in the face of what scares them.

With all this knowledge about fear, what causes it, how to control it and most importantly how to manipulate it, I became immune to the neurological phenomenon. I feared nothing, not even being social. And that's when I met Kaito Shiion, and got dragged into this group of strange and intriguing people.

Sadly, my close friend was two things annoying to me, one being he was hardly intelligent, I blame this on all the sweets he consumes, and the other was not immune to fear as I was. He had a fear, a small one, but it bothered him greatly. I refuse to disclose his fear, but I, of course, helped him through it and cured him, though I wish I hadn't.

However, thanks to his fear, I found out how I wanted to use my knowledge. So I became the wise and most gentle person who would help others face their fears. And now, here I am, adding my sixth name into my records of people I've helped: Oliver.

Maybe the way I've gone about helping people seems a bit…psychotic? But I choose my methods carefully. I pick something harmless to help cure others, and I've yet to fail. Len needed an extra push with his, but I had planned that. And he seems fine now

Finished with my reports, I closed my laptop and set it on the table by my bed, a small smile on my lips. A quiet knock sounded from my door, clearing the smile away to be replaced with curiosity.

"Yes?" I asked from my spot.

"Gakupo?" It was Oliver's small voice. I called to him to come in. the door opened slowly and he stepped in, his head down. He turned around and closed the door behind him…and locked it.

I looked at him curiously. "Oliver?" He turned around and looked at me, his red eye uncovered and glowing brightly. "What's wrong? Is there something else I can do for you?" he shook his head slowly. "What do you need then, Oliver?"

He walked over to me and held his hand out, a sad look on his face. It looked like something was troubling him. I looked down at him with concern and gently took his hand.

He suddenly smiled. But it wasn't a happy smile. I knew, but it was too late to do anything.

He smiled like I had.

As the smile came to his face, he gripped my hand tightly. I pulled but I couldn't get loose from his grip. I narrowed my eyes at him. He couldn't scare me, I could not feel fear.

"Oliver," I said darkly. "What is it you're trying to do?" That only made his smile widen.

"You will not scream," he said lowly, in a voice that didn't sound like his. He pulled hard on my arm and I fell forward. He hopped up on the bed behind me and pinned me down. I suddenly felt him claw at my back and then cool air hit my backside, the feeling of the cold spreading out until it licked at my member as well.

"You will not…" he said, and suddenly my heart sped up, my head felt dtrange and my eyes widened. Pain spread through my body as I was filled with his hot appendage. A pained groan escaped me, and I felt his warm body lean over me, and his hot breath by my ear as he growled, "…beg me to stop."

"Oli…ver!" He thrust in hard. Then pulled back and repeated. He started moving faster, but he continued the assault with the same force. I felt no pleasure from his actions, only pain.

"And…" he started, "you absolutely…" As the last word fell from his lips, he thrust in with more force than before, tearing an agonized yelp from me. "MUST…" Another incredibly hard thrust. "Not…" An agonizing jolt forward, pulling a gasp from me. His movements ceased, "Ever stop crying." He continued his painful abuse, ripping gasps and pain filled moans from me with each thrust.

Tears slid from my eyes. I told myself they were from the pain, and any other weak human would do the same, but my head was telling me otherwise. Uncontrollable shaking, crying, rapid heart rate, unusual aches, and a tingling and spinning sensation inside my skull. I'd never felt this way before. However that didn't stop me from being fully aware of what was most likely occurring.

All knowledge of how I was feeling vanished, however, when a loud, pleasure filled moan was ripped from my throat and sudden heat rushed to my member. The pain I was feeling disappeared and was replaced by a blissful sensation. The feeling remained and was now mixing with a new feeling. My heart pounded faster in my chest.

Oliver started pounding into me faster and harder, continuing to hit that spot deep inside me that had left my head blurry and void of relevant thought. The only thing left in my mind was It feels so good, please never stop! I refused to let my mouth voice that thought. But my body seemed to be saying it for me. I pushed back against him, matching every thrust. I felt pathetic to be taken by someone so much younger than me, and loving the feeling of it so much.

Oliver thrust in harder into that spot and I came with a loud moan. My back arched slightly as the sticky fluid burst from my body. I heard a small growl from Oliver and suddenly I snapped back harder and cried out.

"AH, YES!" I felt the hot liquid fill me, and I couldn't stop the pleasured cry before it came out. I couldn't quite explain why it felt so good to feel his cum inside me, but it was amazing.

Oliver pulled out of me and got up. He pulled his bandages from his pocket and wrapped them tightly around his red eye. I lied on the bed, panting and shaking. Oliver stepped in front of me and smiled, a sickening sweet smile.

"I talked to Len. He gave me the idea of how to get you back. Now we've all been filled with something we didn't want." He smiled brighter and walked out, leaving me alone.

The longer I stayed there, the more the feeling came back to me, and so did my knowledge. I sat up slowly, my arms shaking as they pushed me up. My eyes were wide, my heart beating fast. When I sat up, I felt his sticky fluids slide from my body. I collected my thoughts again and could pin down this feeling now.

I was afraid of Oliver.

I sat with Kaito the next day, eating breakfast as usual. We talked like we always did, and everything was normal. I heard footsteps on the stairs and glanced over and watched who came down. I stopped talking, the instant change in emotions alerted Kaito and he went silent too. I dropped the spoon I was holding and my body began shaking.

"Good morning," the sweet, silky accent of the boy said. The other blonde behind him waved, a knowing smirk on his face. The two walked by me to the kitchen and I refused to move. Kaito looked at me in shock.

"Hey, Gakupo." Oliver was suddenly next to me. I jumped and looked in my lap, avoiding his eyes. "How did you sleep? Did you sleep, Gakupo?" he asked.

"Y-yes…" I stuttered. He chuckled and skipped away, Len following behind him. I was assaulted with questions from Kaito, but I didn't answer a single one. My mind was reeling, tryin g so hard to find something to snap me out of this fearful state.

I left to be by myself in my room. I kept trying to tell myself I wasn't afraid, that me being afraid of something was impossible. But I couldn't lie, I knew I was terrified. But why? Because I wasn't expecting it? Because I couldn't stop it from happening? I knew that all fears had a reason. Len's fear came from shattered innocence. Oliver's was because spiders were monster just like how he thought he was. Why was I afraid of Oliver? I wasn't afraid of what he did to me. I was afraid of him. But why was I so afraid.

"Because…he took away my control…" I said softly to myself. And it clicked. My whole life, I've always been in control. Not just of myself, but all those around me as well. I had never been in a situation I didn't have control over. But when Oliver took me like that, I wasn't in control. He took the control away from me. That's why I was so afraid. "And because I know why it happened," I said to myself, standing up from my bed, "I can stop it."

I quickly played through my memory of yesterday and grabbed onto another feeling that mixed with the remaining fear. With that feeling I hurried from my room and down the hall. I knew what this feeling was, too. Now I would melt this fear down and turn it all into this other feeling. This feeling brought a wide, bright smile to my face. I hated feeling fear, but this feeling was greater than any other feeling.

Sexual bliss.

"Gakupo?" the young boy said in confusion when he answered the door. My bright excited smile was still displayed on my face.

"Again."

And there's chapter three. Now you may be wondering, "Who else did Kamui cure?" "What was Kaito afraid of?" "Why is Oliver so creepy and sexual?" "How did Kaito get cured?!" Well if you review, MAYBE you'll find out. I don't know. Just review stuff, and maybe a new fear will be in your future. I mean chapter.