A/N: This is a pairing I've not done before. It was just something that I decided to do, just for funzies. THE MOVIE MENTIONED IN THE STORY IS A REAL MOVIE. COOKIES AND MILK TO ANYONE WHO CAN CORRECTLY GUESS WHAT THE FILM IS. And to eliminate the possibility of using Google or some other such method, I've kept the scenes vague. :D

StoicCrying: I'm glad you thought it beautiful. And I'll try to go back to updating regularly once my muse decides to stop being such a bastard. -_-'

CoverGirlxx: I'm a firm believer in the philosophy that states the only thing better than yaoi and cookie dough (or cookies, as the case may be) would be Ben and Jerry's ice cream with such wonderful movies as The Breakfast Club and similar titles. :D

bloOd StaiNed Rose: Yes... After looking over some of the previous oneshots in this collection, I realized that it's usually better to go with a TOUCH of angst. XD

Dark Angel's Blue Fire: I'm glad you liked it.

raven2547: Yes, I was kinda pulling on my love of Dogma to help that one along. Cookies and milk and 100 internets to you for recognizing awesomeness!

Lil Kitsune-chan: Yes, falling down the stairs is a hell of a way to end the year, lol. I'm glad you found the fic beautiful. :)

He never liked horror movies. His imagination was overactive as it was. The last thing he needed was some new breed of monster to manifest itself within the vivid confines of the Realm of What If. Which did not explain why he was buried in the cushions of a very soft couch in a very dark room watching a very scary movie. Or, very scary to him. He was more into commecy films than anything else. And yet there he was, watching some lady wander through amaze of chainlink fence with the creepiest music ever playing. He blanched when he saw the lady nearly run into a STILL LIVING BODY that had been cut in half at the waist, its entrails touching the ground several feet below. A comforting arm was thrown around his shoulders, but he still hid his eyes when an army of twisted and deformed child-like creatures looking like the flames of Hell were burning within their twisted vissages attacked the woman.

"You okay?"

Tyler looked up at his tormentor with angry eyes.

"You know I hate this shit." Tyler growled. He swiped at Chase as the older teen kissed the tip of his nose.

"So why are you watching it?" Chase asked with a smile.

"Because I wanna spend time with yo and you're out here." Tyler admitted.

Tyler hid his eyes frequently through the movie. There were scenes of people being eaten alive by gigantic bug-things, a woman getting her SKIN RIPPED OFF by some guy in a messed up butcher's apron with a head made of metal, a character with bowed legs and no arms spewing acid from a hole in his chest, people being burned alive... Tyler felt he wasn't going to sleep for the next week.

"You gonna be able to sleep?" Chase asked with a smirk.

"You know damn well that I can never sleep after this shit." Tyler huffed.

Chase smiled down at Tyler.

"What?" Tyler squeaked.

Chase got off the couch and lifted the small teen into his arms. Tyler squirmed and fought as Chase carried him through the pitch-dark hallways of the Simms Mannor, each hallway seeming to get progressively darker. Chase pushed open the door to Tyler's room, smiling to himself a little as the younger teen whimpered at the sight of the darkened bedroom. He knew his way around Tyler's room, could navigate it with his eyes closed. He carefully dropped Tyler onto the bed. He could hear Tyler trying to burrow into his mattress. Chase flicked open his lighter and Tyler didn't know whether to feel relieved that there was light in the room, or horrified because it didn't illuminate enough and the shadows were threatening to wreak havoc on his imagination.

Chase carefully made his way around the room, lighting candles as he went. He wasn't entirely sure why Tyler like them so much, but he figured he might as well take advantage of it. Tyler watched him, slowly growing more comfortable with his familiar surroundings as more light was added to the situation. Chase stopped by the foot of the bed and smiled at Tyler. The younger teen found his fear returning.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He demanded shakily.

Chase slowly pulled his shirt off and threw it across the room. He climbed onto the bed where Tyler lay and set to work on removing the younger teen's shirt. Tyler got the idea, and he was grateful for the distraction. Something told him that this was Chase's plan the whole time, but it was a little late now. He felt Chase's lips on his shoulder, neck, collarbone, chest... Tyler quietly moaned Chase's name.

"Is there something you want, darling?" Chase smirked.

"You. It's you I want." Tyler moaned.

Some part of Chase knew he was taking advantage of the situation, taking advantage of Tyler looking for a distraction, but he couldn't be bothered with his concious at the moment. All that mattered was the feeling of being inside Tyler, hearing his lover pant and moan...

Chase was very good at his job of making sure Tyler was pushed to the brink of ecstasy and then pulled back before he was allowed his release. Part of Chase enjoyed the bit of good-natured sadism (Tyler did admit that it made the whole experience better), and the rest of him knew that when they both finally finished, Tyler would be too exhausted to jump at shadows and have nightmares.

Chase lay awake for close to thirty minutes, watching Tyler sleep peacefully. He gently pushed Tyler's sweat-matted hair away from his face. He knew there were other ways to get his boyfriend to have sex with him, but it was always better when Tyler was so thoroughly involved and the bes way to do that was to make it the only thing he wanted to focus on. He laughed to himself at his own twisted thoughts before his eyes flashed black and all the light in the room went out.