[I wrote this on my phone and didn't proofread it. Happy late SpookyDay!]
Eileen wasn't any comfort. She had been great comfort for much of this journey - the knowledge that maybe they would make it out of there alive, the fact that she had escaped, and so might he… but she was no comfort when she was stopping to scream at the ceiling. Being near her was making Henry's head hurt the same was Walter did. And when she was in her mind and not losing herself to their surroundings, she needed reassurance. It wasn't that Henry was blaming her. His apartment was trying to kill him, and he'd been in this world for quite a while. Henry was too tired and too afraid to be of any real help to her. And she was making his life hard.
"Eileen?" Henry saw one of the holes that could take him home. He didn't want to leave her for too long, certainly, but he was so tired he felt sick.
"Can you stay here for a little while?"
"What? No, I'll get possessed or- or eaten alive!" Eileen insisted nervously. Was there a hole? Was Henry going to disappear for a few hours?
"O… okay." Henry agreed. He checked the map, and they carried on down the hallway. Sometimes the floor was metal grates. Sometimes it was squishy flesh.
"It feels like we're being watched." Eileen told him. Henry stopped and looked behind him, sighing.
"Hi, Walter." He greeted quietly. The monster raised his hand and waved stiffly, bringing up his gun. Henry knew that gun better than he probably should have.
"I'll meet up with you, Eileen, go." Henry told her. He gave her a stern look when she didn't start limping in the other direction.
"This isn't a good time for an episode, Eileen, go!" She wasn't budging. Henry looked down the hallway at Walter, who was now approaching them. Henry was out of bullets. He only had his crow bar and two holy swords. The holy swords probably wouldn't help him.
Henry looked at Eileen again, hearing a loud bang and staggering backwards. He couldn't feel the tips of the fingers on his left hand, and there was warmth dripping down his arm and chest.
"Eileen, run!" Henry tried again, panic making the edges of his vision blacken. All he could see was Walter's crooked smirk.
When Eileen still didn't budge, Henry lunged forward, smacking Henry's barrel chest with his crowbar. The murderer stumbled backwards, his smile never faltering, and caught the weapon when Henry tried to strike him again.
Henry's blood was ice water. His weapon was yanked out of his grasp, and his shoulder screamed with pain. Walter was jabbing the bullet wound with the barrel of his gun. Henry fell to the floor, his legs unable to keep him upright.
"You are so pretty." Walter tossed the crow bar away and grabbed Henry's hair instead.
Henry gasped, trying to regain the breath that had been knocked out of his lungs just seconds before. Walter dragged him forward, Henry's face forced into Walter's groin.
"Are you trying to return the favor I gave you? You do not have to, Receiver."
"Let- let me go, Walter." Henry wheezed. His hand was just as cold as he remembered.
"Or are you more interested in this?" Walter offered Henry the gun, and he jerked away.
Henry wasn't sure how long it had been since his door was sealed shut, but he hadn't masturbated since. His body was thrilled by Walter's presence. Henry was deprived, sexually and physically, and was half convinced he'd already gone to Hell.
"Um." Henry started, gathering Walter's full attention.
"Maybe put the gun away." He said quietly, pulling his legs out from under him and lounging back. There was an awful squelch beneath his right hand, and he glanced at the floor. When Henry turned back, Walter was kneeling over one of his legs.
"I will kill you." Walter said matter-of-factly. Henry never seemed all that scared.
"I know." Probably. Henry was trying his best to prevent it, but things looked pretty dire.
Walter holstered his gun and set his hand over Henry's wound, applying painful pressure. He relished the hiss Henry gifted him with, the breaths through his clenched teeth. He shifted his leg up and felt Henry jerk against the top of his thigh.
The two of them stilled before Walter scooted closer, shoving Henry down by his wound. He dipped his finger into it, watching Henry's face. The brunette was trying to be subtle about humping Walter's leg, but it wasn't lost on him.
Walter pulled his finger away from Henry, grabbing his face when Henry tried to turn his head.
"Let me see your eyes." Walter drove his leg forward and rotated it, licking his lips.
Henry's eyes were shiny in the half light, glistening with moisture. His teeth were clenched, his chest heaving. Hard breath hissed through Henry's teeth. Walter pulled his hand away and smeared blood on the stubble on Henry's cheek, grabbing his throat instead.
Henry tried to suck in a sudden breath, kicking his free leg and stilling when Walter slipped his hand into his pants. He struggled beneath the buttoned clothing, his cramped fingers reaching soft warmth.
All it took was a brush of Walter's callous on the tip of his dick, trapped in the waistband of his boxers. Henry let out a tiny sound, unable to pass any more air through the trachea Walter was threatening to crush.
Walter pulled his messy hand out of Henry's pants and stood. He could have killed Eileen, who had watched the whole thing in her petrified state, but he wanted to give Henry a fair chance, at least. Instead, Walter left Henry in his own mess and the filth of skin trying to grow over the walls and onto the floor.