Chapter 2

Roger's POV

As I approached camp, I heard deadly chants, along with laughter and Jack's voice above the others, "Everyone, we've had a good hunt, now it's time to eat!" The other hunters cheered and started digging their hands into the pig. It's a wonder everyone's so scrawny and no one's gotten food poisoning, the way we cook meat. Way underdone.

I searched for Maurice warily, hoping he was okay. I don't expect him to be, but… wait, where is he? I can always easily pick him out from the crowd. Becoming worried, I joined the dance, hoping to see him. Getting closer isn't helping. I go over to Jack, hoping to not look like I care too much " Have you seen Maurice?" I asked passively. Still, Jack gave me a curious look. "Yeah, I think I saw him by the creek. Why?" I just gave him a small grin and a thanks and walked swiftly through the forest in the direction of the creek.

When I arrived, I saw Maurice sitting and watching the rushing water, totally fine. I was worried. I still remember his depression. I still vividly remember why he was sent away.

Flashback

During choir practice, I noticed Maurice wasn't there. Stangely, no one else seemed to acknowledge it. I noticed something was… different about him today. He seemed more distant. Hardly talked to anyone.

Once practice was over, I left immediately, walking over to his house. I knew his parents were rarely home, so no one else would be there if something was wrong.

When I got there, I knocked on the door. Waiting and getting no answer, I opened the door, surprised to find it unlocked, meaning he was here. "Maurice?" I called. "Maurice, where are you?" Not sure whether to be annoyed or worried, I just looked around for him. Was this just some joke? This whole distant and depressed thing just a cruel joke? What I saw in his bedroom made me want to hit myself for thinking anything like that.

There was Mar, knife in hand, unconscious, with blood leaking from gashes in his arms.

Flashback End

He would have died if I hadn't come. Seeing the look on his face almost made me wish he had. Life had never been great for him, and I wasn't helping. Thankfully, he hadn't seen me and I walked back. It was killing me that I caused his recent behaviour. I wanted him. I really did. But like I said, the moment things get… more heated, my teeth would be all over him, and I'd be rough, bordering deadly. Because I crave him. Because I need him. Because I'm a violent bastard.

"Did you see him there?" a rough voice asked. I looked up, startled, then gave a slight nod. I hadn't even noticed I reached the camp. "Jeez, Rog, your hair grows fast. It's everywhere! You look like a lion!" he let out a small chuckle. I smirked and replied, "I look like a lion? At least mine is flat. Yours is… just insane!" I really need to clear my head. I know I can easily come up with something better than that. Jack must have noticed that too. "You okay?" he inquired. I nodded, hoping he would just let it go. Jack looked at me for another moment before getting up, giving a "Good night" and walked off to his hut. As soon as he left, everything got quieter. People walked off to their huts while Harold and Robert stayed to watch the fire.

And Mar still wasn't back up here. I was tired and couldn't wait to sleep, but for some reason I decided to walk back down to the creek. On my way there, though, I heard a hollow voice whisper "Hey, Rog."

A/N Am I the only one who finds it hilarious that Roger's in the choir? Meaning he sings? I can imagine him singing very nicely, deep yet young. But visualising that is just… wow. XD I am so sorry, I promise the next chapter will be sooner. Blame too, for two days it wouldn't let me post it. ¬¬ I doubt longer, though I'm trying to work on that.

Review Replies:

the-real-mo: Fluffy yet sadistic? I've never been good at that, though I really enjoy stories like that. Yes, I always thought it worked because it seemed like Maurice would be submissive enough to keep things simple, but wouldn't put up with being a total bitch in the relationship.

The Shekinah: Nicer Roger is good :D At first I hated him being blonde. I think it was the actor, that darn boy. Roger Allen, isn't it? He was kinda cute… about 40 years ago XD I also heard he liked putting lizards in the fans O.o So he was just as bad as his character!

AminorRed: Yes, I love emotional Roger very much. I like sadistic cold asshole Roger, too, but not in slash stories. And the problem with all my previous chapter stories was not having the whole plot worked out, so it did lead into nothing. But, this time, it won't. That's right, this one has the whole plot ready. I know what to do AND THIS STORY WILL BE MY BEST YET! Anyway, Roger killing Maurice. Hmmm, doing it on accident could be an alternate ending. I'm too soft about these two to do that.

random-gayGuy: Thank you! Love really is such a delicate feeling. Not that I would know firsthand . .

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