Rules of Engagement, or How I got out of that room. R Version does contain graphic adult sexual situations, refrences, and language. If you are under 18 please go read the PG-13 version. You have been warned.

The Muse was NOT satisfied, and this muse will not be denied. Sorry if this offends. Actually no I'm not. This is a 'realistic' story, not a fairytale. What would you do to see the light of day again, or have the contact of another human being....even if it was your captor?

Bosco's POV only. Still trying to explain, how and why he did what he did to get out of the room, to the moon; or is it himself he's talking to? This reflection takes place during the night before the fishing trip, a he lay awake in the dark bedroom. Staring out the window at the moon again.

The door opened and a crack of light streaked across the pine floor breaking the black night of the bedroom. Instantly I was off that bed to stand at the foot as near the door as I could get without being in danger. Vinny entered cautiously, still waiting I guess for me to attack him, to escape. I hadn't done anything like that but he was still cautious. I don't know how many days had passed since he'd locked me in here, but if I could help it today would be the final one. Maybe my final one if I couldn't convince him I was sincere.

Blinking at the bright light shining from the flashlight in his hand I remained in place hands by my side showing no sign I would fight whatever he decided to do to me. Trying to look past the light, I smiled hesitantly at him. Unable to see his face I nevertheless tried to let him see I was more than willing for whatever he asked. Not that he'd asked anything since that night. The most contact we'd had was him yanking me up from the bed and making me shower the first time. Since then he'd kept his distance, and I'd been sure to move when he said move, and faster than he expected. My face had only just stopped hurting from the beating. I'm not stupid, I didn't want to go through that again. I could finally take a deep breath without a sharp pain in my chest, again, not wanting to go back there. I'd seen double for a few days from I think if I'm remembering correctly hitting the table, but that too had passed.

Now I watched him, wondering how he would react to what I was going to do. Would my tactics work? Would he believe me? Would he even care? God I hoped so. It had been a really bad day, several days. Just when I thought I'd conquered my fears they would return twice as bad. I guess my screaming straight up from the last nightmare is what brought him in here now.

"Bosco? What's wrong now? Another nightmare? Or are you seeing things again?" Vinny seemed as if he was tired of this and not really caring, just wanted me to stop. I guess he felt some obligation to make sure I'd not tried to kill myself or something. Trust me by that point if I'd had the guts, it would already have happened. But I don't, never have, so.

So.

"Nightmare, sorry Vin," I reply. As he nods, moving the light downward he looks around the room, then moves to leave, "Aright, I'll bring you something to eat in a while, its almost done." I quickly stepped forward hoping he couldn't see my uncertainty in the dim light. "Vinny?" My voice soft, low, "Don't go, please?" He hesitates moves his head sideways as if he's trying to figure out my game. I'd gone through a few of them with him trying to get out of here. From pleading and begging to threats. I'd tried bargaining with him, not that I had anything he wanted. But I figured he was now as lonely and alone as I was, I was hoping so at least. My life might depend on it this time.

"What?" His voice tired, as if he was expecting more bargaining or even threats, "I have to get back to dinner, hurry up, what now? You're not getting a light." Moving closer to him, "I don't want a light." He's really looking suspicious now, steps back towards the door, but I move even closer, "I don't want to get out either." I see his brow arch, his voice disbelieving, "Right."

Swallowing my hesitation and every ounce of pride I've ever had, "I need you. I need to be with you," he blinks, his head dropping forward in doubt and amusement makes me want to scream but I continue without pause, "I know you don't believe me, but I miss you. I can't take it any more Vinny." I'm right in front of him. He doesn't even flinch as I raise my hand.

Vinny isn't worried about what I can do to him, never has been. The only reason I got to hurt him like I did was by surprise, and in this room, that's not going to happen. And even if I did try to jump him, after what he did to me last time, it wouldn't happen anyway. Besides, I can't kill him and he and I both know it. And it has nothing to do with strength. Vinny figured out what not many people know about me. I don't have it in me to kill someone. Beat the hell out of them yea, shoot in self defense on the job or to save someone's life sure. But to just kill someone? Just kill them and walk away? No. Just kill him because of what he did? If I could you think I wouldn't have done it when I had that skillet in my hands? Vinny saw that, that's why he walked away. He knew I wouldn't follow him.

In a lot of ways he knows me better than even Faith did. And that scares the hell out of me. You have no idea how much so. Did I tell you this already? I can't remember anymore if I did or not? Oh well doesn't matter, you're a good one Moon, you'll listen anyway. Rules...hum, more like Rules of Engagement now. I have to grin cause now I'm making them too and he's going by them. But anyhow, back to how I got out.

I quickly move to him, my hand now on his chest. He looks down at it, then into my eyes. I can see him searching me, trying to figure out what I'm up to now. Pleading with him to listen to me, "Please, I was wrong. I lied to you because I couldn't face how it made me feel. I couldn't deal with my feelings about being with you. I was angry because I thought you tricked me into admitting them." He looks away, exasperation witten on his face, "Bosco don't," he starts but I stop him. "I tricked myself. I took those drugs and knew what would happen." I look down hiding my eyes a moment from him, "What I wanted to happen. I know that now. I blamed it on you, but it was me Vinny. I could have said no, but that would have meant that I wanted you as much as you wanted me. And I couldn't let you see that from me sober." It wasn't like I was sober now, I was still getting the drugs just not the booze, but my mind was clear enough to be determined enough to do this. "And I suppose now you can? High like you always are?" His sarcasm stung, but I kept going.

"Let me show you?" I looked back up now, making sure he knew my intentions. He cocked his head to the other side now, "You can't do it. It's nothing you want if you're not out of control with X and G and alcohol and you know it." I swallowed hoping he didn't see it, groaning out, "Yes, it is."

Standing on my toes, I kissed him. Eyes closed, I moved over him soft, gentle. Sliding my hand up his chest as I brought the other one up around his neck. As soon as his mouth opened in shock, I moved my tongue into his mouth. Showing him I was serious. At first he stood still, letting me kiss him, but after a several moments he was kissing me back. It wasn't the first time, I did have my memories of that night. He raised his hands to my head, running his hands in my hair pulling my head back he looked hard at me. "Are you sure? Bosco are you sure." Looking deep into his eyes, making my voice softer, "Call me by my name Vinny, please. Say it." I searched his face like I was looking at my last meal, willing him to believe. A slow hesitant smile grew on him as he replied, "Maurice. Are you sure?"

Pulling him to me by his shirt, "Absolutely sure Vin." I began unbuttoning his shirt, and before the third one was undone said, "Oh fuck this," and yanked hard popping the rest of the buttons off. He laughed watching me force it off his shoulders. I got it halfway down his arms and stopped. Moving my head down I bit his nipple and sucked it listening to him gasp as he pushed against my mouth. His hand coming up to hold my head in place as I worked my tongue over it. I'm a good, no, great lover and I know it. I just began applying what I used on my girlfriends to him, and what they'd done to me. Like I'd done when I was on G. I can admit that now. What the hell right? Whats dones done.

"Maurice," he gasp out my name as I worked his other nipple now. Pulling his shirt off completely, I started undoing his pants, still biting and licking his chest. As I pulled his belt off, I kissed him again. Ripping it off him hard I heard him groan out. I know he likes it rough, the rougher the better. I have to admit I like that too, but not the face, that pisses me off. So I knew what to do to get him going.

Pushing him hard I shoved him against the wall behind him. Grunting as he smacked into the picture hanging there. Unbuttoning and yanking his jeans down I stepped back a little watching him step out of them. Kicking them to the side he pulled me to him roughly, groaning as he ran his hands over my back down to my ass. I grabbed the back of his hair with one hand and his dick with the other pulling on both hard enough to hurt him. I thought he'd shoot right there he was so hard and turned on. Pulling him down to me I let him kiss me as I harshly fondled him. His hands grabbing my ass cheeks, digging in, I was letting him feel my own hardon happening as I pressed against his leg. Rubbing myself up and down his leg moaning his name against his mouth. I pulled back and dropped to my knees, pulling his boxers down now.

His hard cock freed, I didn't hesitate for fear I wouldn't go through with it, I grabbed his ass with one hand pinching hard and his dick with the other and started licking and sucking him off, even scraping my teeth over the head like he likes. After only a couple of minutes he was pulling me off, "Oh shit, where the hell? You really learn fast don't you? Son of a bitch Maurice if you don't stop, I won't be able to!" Chest to chest with him, I whispered, "Who says I want you to stop? I want you to cum in my mouth for me Vin..."

Before I finished my sentance, gasping loudly, he was spinning me around and shoving me against the wall.

Pulling my sweatshirt up over my head yanking it off he threw it away from us. Then I was off the ground as he reached down under my ass and lifted me high up on him. My back scrapping the wall's wooden roughness he was biting and sucking on my nipple now. I wrapped my legs tight around him, giving in finally.

I was high but I was not that high. I gave in for the same reason he did. I needed someone. I hated him, but I wanted him so bad right then.

Maybe I really had cracked finally. Lost my mind along with everything else. Here I was making love to the man who raped and kidnapped me. And no, not for the first time either. I remembered every detail of the X and G night as I now call it. After the things I did to him and made him do to me that night, this was going to be a piece of cake. Lets just say any hurdles that I would have needed to overcome to do this now? Were taken care of that other night.

So here I was about to screw the man who could decide if I lived or died at any moment. And I wanted it. Never in a million years could anyone have told me I would be in the arms of a MAN as much as I detest that thought normally, and be there willingly. I try not to think about that to much. Maybe it is true. You can get use to anything, have anything be 'okay' if you are desperate enough. Convince even yourself and you can convince the world right? Well I did. And I was about to damn well try to convince him.

After a few minutes he lowered me to the floor again. I stood panting while he stripped my pants from me. He didn't stop with my pants, he took my boxers down too. Then he was on his knees in front of me, my dick in his mouth. I had one hand on the top of his head, the other over my head against the wall. I'll give him this, he's an expert. He was holding my ass in his hands again, tight. Pumping my hips into his mouth as he did. He knew when to stop, just when.

Standing again he looked hard into my eyes, trying I guess to see if I was still wanting to do this, or if he'd end up with a fight on his hands. Staring at him a moment, letting him see I was serious, I turned and faced the wall. Leaning my chest against it, pressing my cheek against the rough surface. I was spreading my hands out above my head to support myself as I stood on the balls of my feet.

Instantly he was tight against me, a moan escaping him. His hands running over my chest and stomach, one gripped my dick holding me tight. I felt him spread my cheeks with his other hand and the tip of his cock press against me before he used his hand to guide himself into me. Dropping his other hand to pull my ass to him. I think he expected me to pull away or try to make him stop at the last moment. But instead I pressed back against him and felt him enter. He took it slow, a lot slower than I was anticipating. Moving gently and slowly in and out until finally he was in all the way. He held himself still for a minute while he stoked my rigid cock softly, in a minute his grip tightened and he began to go my full length faster and faster as he teased my nipple hard with his other hand and sucked and licked my neck and mouth. When I was moaning under his hands he started moving again. As he stroked me faster, he moved against me faster and harder. Gripping me tighter and tighter as he listened to my moans turn to grunts and cries of heated passion. I was fucking both his hand and his dick as hard as he was fucking my ass.

Suddenly he gripped me tight, stopping me from cumming, again. Shoving himself tight into me he wrapped his other arm around me and lifting me turned and went to the bed. I thought he would lay me down on my chest. But instead he turned and sat on the bed, me in his lap. Or should I say on his lap. At his guidence I pulled my feet up getting slightly on my knees, feet on the bed alongside his legs. Back to his chest as he grabbed my hips and began pushing me almost all the way off his dick and pulling me back again. Rocking me back and forth like that almost drove us both nuts. Once he saw I knew what he wanted me to do, he let go his hands and while I rode him like that he used one hand on my dick again, and teased my left nipple with the other one. I realized he was testing me when he moaned against my back, "Make me cum Maurice, ride me hard love, make me cum inside you."

"Aaahhhh yes," I was ready to blow but I already knew that once I did it would be over, I would have to stop. Moving my hips faster, jamming back against him hard I reached back with one hand and grabbed his hair, pulling cruely on it. Holding the forearm of the hand that was jerking me off with my other hand, slowing him down. He buried his face in my shoulder and began cumming.

He was yelling and grunting at the same time, and I was not stopping. I removed my hand from his arm and he jerked me hard and I was joining him and then he was really letting loose as my ass contracted hard on his cock. He squeezed me tighter if that was possible and then my cock was slipping through his hand as my cum filled it. "Aaahhhh Vinny jerk me! Don't stop! aaaahhhh ggddddd!"

Sweating and panting I was finally done, as was he. He fell back on the bed pulling me down with him onto our sides. Pulling out he rolled me to my back searching my face for deception I guess. All he saw was a smile of satisfaction. Moving close to me he kissed me again, and I returned it with equal fevor. Releasing me he stared into my eyes, stoking my face with his fingers. He didn't speak and neither did I.

He reached up and pulled a pillow down to put under his head as he pulled us both up further on the bed. Tucking into his arm as he lay half on his side, I put my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes in exhaustion. Praying that this was it, I would be safe again, and out of this room. Before I fell asleep I heard him whisper he loved me, without thinking I muttered back, "I love you too Vin". Then I was out.

I woke up several hours later, alone. Vinny nowhere in sight. He'd replaced his shoulder with a pillow, I hadn't even noticed him leave, and he'd pulled the comforter over me.

At first I lay there bitterly disappointed and even angry at myself for having given in to him and my own obviously sick needs. But there was something different about the room. Lying there trying to put together what was different while I berated myself for my lack of pride and huge stupidity. Here I'd given him what he'd wanted all along. And for nothing.

Sitting up feeling sick to my stomach I started to get out of the bed to go and wash what I'd been so foolish to do off of my body, when I saw it. I acutally broke down and started crying. There was a lamp on the dresser, and it was on. Set to low, but it was there. But what made me really lose it was the door to the bedroom, it was wide open, a small chair blocking it to stay open. There was light shining into the room from the livingroom. Faint, it was just a lamp by the couch but it was there. And more importantly I was finally free to leave the room if I chose to.

Within moments hearing me, Vinny was in the room, "Maurice what's wrong?" Holding me close, while I clung to him like a complete idiot. Shaking my head against his chest, "Nothing. I'm okay, I just..." Crying again I felt him chuckle, not meanly, just like he understood but couldn't believe I was not bitching or throwing things. "It's okay, everythings okay now. You go take a shower, then come eat. I kept a plate for you out." Lifting my face to him, he smiled down at me, "Hurry up okay?" Nodding at him wiping my eyes I went to do as told.

Feeling like an ass, but as I turned on the shower I realized, I'd slept for the first time in however many days I'd been confined here without a nightmare. And I had to do it in his arms to get it. Okay, maybe at that particular moment had I had a way I would have done myself in.

But the moment passed, and anyway, thats how I got out of that room.

Since you wouldn't let it go and HAD to know.

TBC...