(A/N): I LOVED making this one! I don't know why, but my adrenaline was up the entire time I was writing this, I couldn't stop! Hehe. BTW - I will probably update The Switch tomorrow, sorry that I haven't since like last Sunday, I have been busy with STUPID SCHOOL *brings out flamethrower* Oh well. If you have COUPLE REQUESTS for Nightmares and Pleasures (someone I haven't used yet, like Jack or Simon, hell even Piggy) hit me up and I will consider it! ALSO, this one is rated T...at least, more T than the other ones O/O lawl, I have been rambling for too long, read and review, and enjoy (Oh yeah, if you guys don't really like the nightmares and pleasures, tell me and I will just use them as a different story and write different one-shots. Only if you guys feel uncomfortable with it, though!) Enjoy, again, lol I will shut up now :D
The dampness of the cavern made the sadist very, very uncomfortable as the drips of cold rainwater fell on his forehead and ran down his face. Everyone looked awfully comfortable, just lying there and being asleep, but if anyone couldn't catch any sleep that deep within the night, it was Roger. Usually, sleeping wasn't something that Roger didn't fight against, but tonight was a completely new scenario. His energy level had been up a lot that day, so the boy really didn't want to sleep. Another drip, and another twitch came from the black-haired boy as he rolled to the side to pick up tiny rocks and flick them to the wall facing him. They rebounded from the wall quietly, and the boy stood still to listen to a certain boy groaning not that far away from him. His darkened eyes looked back to find Ralph moving around a lot in his sleep, with a pathetic little grin on his face. He couldn't look happier, and the other boy was very disgusted at this. Oh, how he hated happiness and fun.
Roger's eyes rolled as he noticed another boy with a familiar face such as Ralph's. His hair was swept over his closed eyes, but the characteristic grin showed who he was. Roger knew it wasn't as much as a surprise for Maurice rather than Ralph to look like this, since he looked like that everyday, every minute. Roger scowled at the memories, and he wondered why Maurice even bothered to be happy. There was nothing to be happy while on this island, only boredom and being surrounded by idiotic people with their idiotic attempts for survival. The noirette could honestly care less about rescue, as long as he got to have fun.
Maurice moved his hand unconsciously, trying to swat something out of the air, and his smile widened as a chuckle came though. Roger, his eyebrow raised and his scowl now turning to confusion, could only sigh before rolling his eyes again and turning away. The silence of the cave made the thoughts the boy was thinking to stop for the time being, and Roger decided to try once again to sleep. He closed his eyes lightly before finally falling asleep.
The air was dark around him, and the black-haired boy glanced around to see if there was anything to aid in for sight. Nothing but the flicking ceiling lights guided the boy through a narrow hallway with locked and beaten doors, with their bronze doorknobs and bleach white coloring. Roger attempted to open the doors that were closed, all of them being locked, and opened the final door at the end of the hallway to find that, instead of being locked, opened creakily and presented him with a dark room. Roger lightly stepped into the room, looking back over his shoulder cautiously to make sure there wasn't an alternate way, before swallowing his fear and entering the room. The door violently shut behind him, almost magically, and Roger's eyes widened...
"Where the hell am I..." the boy whispered as another light flashed on, blinding the boy and causing him to raise his hand over his eyes. There was nothing in the room, except for a wooden chair, and someone sitting within it. There also appeared to be...a whip? Roger confusedly looked around the room to find it nearly barren except for these things, and started to walk towards the chair in interest. There was a boy completely trapped in the chair, a rope tied around him and duck tape covering his mouth. His eyes pleaded to be free, and Roger smirked as he recognized the quivering boy. It was none other than...
"Maurice," Roger said, pulling a piece of tape that wasn't on the boy's skin and quickly pulled the tape off of the boy's mouth, causing a loud scream to be made. Maurice glared up at his friend, his characteristic grin completely being replaced by something more angry.
"Hey! That really hurt, meanie." A pout came from Maurice as Roger threw the tape on the ground.
"What are you doing here?" Maurice simply sighed and shrugged, even though it was kind of hard to tell since his arms were tied together.
"I don't know. I was just minding my own business, and then some older people...I forgot what they looked like, but they had very hoarse voices...they pulled me into this room and told me to wait for...him." Maurice looked up at Roger with a confused look in his eyes, and Roger questioningly looked back down at the whip and pointed. Maurice followed his look and gave the boy another simple shrug in response.
"These people sure are weird...um, Roger, what are you doing?" The brown-haired boy asked as Roger picked up the whip and examined it carefully, feeling out all of its leathery features and raised his intrigued eyes back up to the now quivering boy who was still trapped in the chair.
"Aren't you going to untie me, Roger?" Roger finally let a smirk overtake him before a look of greed came upon him.
"No, I don't think so. Wouldn't be much fun to just let you free, would it?" Maurice's eyes widened frighteningly as Roger let the whip unravel and grabbed an end while giving the younger boy a look that sent chills down his body. Roger wanted to have fun, now that the annoying little twerp was going to know how it felt to be up his butt all the time. With his annoying smiles, and his annoying pitchy voice, with those eyes that showed all the happiness of the world...Roger couldn't take anymore.
As Roger prepared the whip, a part of him desperately wanted him enjoy it, to devour the cravings, but another part begged him not to do anything to the poor boy. It wanted Roger to drop the whip, and instead of torturing him...
Roger shook his head madly before throwing the back of the whip over his shoulder, and looks of madness flooded over him. Maurice squirmed more into his chair, his eyes pleading for mercy, and the noirette chuckled evilly as the first hit was struck. A dark red line marked over Maurice's right leg, and the scream that erupted from the boy ran through the sadist's veins pleasurably. It felt very good, knowing that the usually happy boy was now overtaken by the pain, but the presence of the hunter made Roger's blood boil. He wanted him completely fulfilled in his own shame, in his own sinful regret. Roger pulled it back again and, instead of striking the legs, struck the arms that clawed onto the arms of the chair. Maurice pulled his head back, and for a moment, Roger actually thought the boy moaned. Moaning, at this torment? Could it be that Maurice was somewhat masochistic? No, Roger thought, that would be incredibly wrong, Maurice wasn't into that. Or was he...?
"I bet you're starting to want to leave now, aren't you?" Roger whispered, his smirk only growing and growing. Maurice looked up, tears starting to form slightly, and biting his lower lip. Roger's heart thumped madly against his chest at the boy's hopeless and merciless face, but the boy refused to give into those big brown eyes of his. Maurice looked uncertain in the decision he wanted, and when he started to nod slowly, Roger laughed hysterically before whipping the boy again, this time on the chest that had no shirt on it.
"Well, that's too bad, isn't it? You should have thought twice before coming here, huh? You probably knew I was coming, you wanted me to torture you, you little piece of shit!"
Roger's hysterical laughs frightened Maurice, and the littler boy desperately wanted to run away, to go somewhere safer. He had only heard the rumors from the other hunters that Roger was awfully batty, that he enjoyed the feeling of suffering caused by other people, but Maurice never believed. Maurice always thought that Roger had good intent within him, that there was always some sort of positive nature that lived inside him. He shivered before looking into Roger's big, darkened pupils and tried to maintain his breathing.
"R-Roger...do whatever you want, just please...untie me."
Roger looked down at the boy in complete doubt, so Maurice attempted once again.
"I..I won't go away. I will stay here, just please...untie me, I swear to God I will do whatever you want!"
The darkened eyes of Roger's still looked doubtful, but the sincere expression coming off of Maurice's face made the other boy mentally sick. It disgusted Roger that all this boy had to do was look at him like that, and the boy would crack open like a shell. Roger glared down, grasping his whip tighter.
"No tricks, then?"
Maurice nodded and let Roger walk to the back of the chair and untied the rope from where he was. The rope fell to the ground, wrapping itself around the back legs of the chair, and Maurice sighed in relief. Roger, however, quickly came around and got back into the stance from where he was before, only this time leaning dangerously close to the other boy. He whipped the boy again around the shoulder area, and the whimper Maurice made only Roger smile and laugh as he continued to make marks all along the boy's body. Hearing the noises coming from him caused Roger's adrenaline to constantly speed up, like an animal, so savage. Maurice, now having the tears held before start to roll down his cheeks, watched as Roger lightly came in closer, as in to come for the kill. Roger's hot breath tickled Maurice's skin as the sadistic boy began to mutter.
"Look at you, you're so pathetic, you are. You would crawl back to me regardless of what I do to you. I wonder why you even dare to be around me, you know that I would hurt you whenever I would get the chance." He leaned closer and closer to Maurice, and smirked triumphantly. The kill was as good as his.
"You're an idiot just for hanging around me. Suicidal, is what you are."
Maurice couldn't take the words anymore, all the horrific words that came from his friend's mouth, so the boy leaned in and pressed his lips bravely onto the other boy's. Roger's eyes widened, and before Maurice could even deepen the kiss, the sadist shot up quickly with repulsion covering his face. His hand rose to cover his mouth, and his eyes stared at Maurice as though he were a disease.
"What...why the hell did you do that?" The voice from Roger came out as a whisper, even though he wanted it to be somewhat threatening. Maurice started to stand up and walk towards the boy, his brown eyes covered by his hair, and Roger backed away while whipping the boy. Maurice grimaced at the annoyances of pain, but did not stop walking. What was he, insane? Roger snarled as he finally backed up a concrete, brick wall where Maurice's space made it impossible to whip him again, and the brown-haired boy rubbed his scar-covered hand onto the hand where Roger held the whip. The noirette was breathing heavily, scared to what Maurice was going to do, as the whip lightly fell from his fingertips. Maurice intertwined the boys hands together and let his fingers squeeze lightly, smiling as Roger's eyes looked confusingly into Maurice's.
"Maurice...what are you doing? Let go of me!" Roger hissed, moving aggressively in the other boy's grasp. Maurice simply closed his eyes and shook his head lightly.
"No, I don't think so. Wouldn't be much fun to just let you free, would it?" Maurice whispered, completely mimicking the sadist from earlier, and Roger gasped lightly as Maurice leaned in again and kissed Roger lightly. Roger squirmed, he tried to refuse the hungry lips, but try as he might, he forgot the amount of strength that Maurice actually had, so he couldn't go through with his attempts. Maurice dug his long fingers into Roger's hair, consuming him with passionate kisses and bites to the lower lip.
Roger knew that he wouldn't be able to make the other boy stop, so he instead tried to play this into his advantage by digging his rather sharp fingernails into Maurice's hot, warm back. Maurice only chuckled at this as his mouth separated and he leaned back, moaning and pressing thighs against Roger's body and starting to grind. Roger gasped at how good the feeling was, and closed his eyes while a deep red blush covered his cheeks.
Both of the boys enjoyed touching each other and giving each other pleasure before Maurice smiled wider and picked up the whip from the ground. He pushed into the other boy's hand before pulling him down on the ground and lustfully glanced from the whip to the other boy. Roger watched as Maurice crawled on top of him, leaving as little space as possible, and drew in closer to Roger's lips.
"I told you that I would let you do whatever you wanted, yeah?" Maurice said, kissing the other boy who was still remotely in shock before leaning back and pulling Roger on top of him. Roger glanced curiously from the whip to Maurice's helpless body being sprawled on the ground, looking up at him with so much want and need, and Roger pulled the whip back before striking Maurice's chest. The boy moaned and raised his tannish hips as another red mark was created. Just to see Maurice in such a sexual state fascinated Roger, so without hesitation, he whipped the boy's thigh playfully. Maurice grunted and raised himself up to feel the amazing taste of Roger's now swollen lips and grabbed Roger's hands, teasing him to pull down his shorts.
"Don't let me leave anything to the imagination," Maurice muttered, before seeing Roger drop the whip and running his fingers through the brown, shaggy hair. Blood eventually trickled from Maurice's whippings, and Roger ran his other unoccupied fingers over the blood, before licking them hungrily. Maurice groaned with pleasure before standing up and smirking while taking off his shorts, the color of his underwear being stained within the black-haired boy's thoughts. Roger raised himself off to tug at the underwear, desperately wanting it off, and as he eventually slid them off and flung them to the side of the room, Maurice leaned down again and pushed the boy against the wall, lustfully. Both boys, being consumed with the tension of it all, no longer cared where they were, why they were there. The only thing that mattered to them was the feeling of the other boy, the rush of pleasure, and the intimacy of it all...
Another drip of cold water fell onto Roger, and the dark eyes shot open. Roger's breath was quick, and sweat was starting to form all over his body. He placed his hand on his face before sitting up and glancing around the cave.
'Thank God...I am the only one up.' The noirette thought as he looked around at all the other sleeping boys. He noticed that the one boy he dreamed about was still smiling, but at the noise of Roger waking up, his eyes slowly started to flutter open. His brown eyes glanced up at where Roger sat, shocked and his cheeks blushing like mad, and he smiled wider.
"Oh...h-hey, Roger. You alright? You look sick...," Maurice yawned, keeping his voice low to not wake anyone else. Roger gritted his teeth and glared while letting his fingers touch his cheeks, as if to try to remove the redness.
"I'm fine, Maurice. Go back to sleep." The noirette hissed before lying back down and closing his eyes, trying to stop his raging heartbeat. He could hear his friend yawn again before going back to sleep, too.
"G'night, Roger. Sweet dream," Maurice whispered once again before permanently going back to sleep for that night. Roger glanced back at the boy after a while, his eyes seeing the small, smiling boy and making the other boy actually want to smile.
"Yeah...sweet dreams."