A/N: This is one of those wonky half canon but half made up crap by me stories. This story has a sequel that will be posted one of these days. Hopefully, the sequel will clear up everything. I just love these characters so much! I love this game a little too much. I bought it for myself for Christmas and got really into and wrote this and I just now got around to posting it. Enjoy :D
Wes has been camping with Wilson for a year now. Wilson showed absolutely zero signs of remembering who Wes even was. Wes hated that he couldn't speak to the other man. To his relief, Wilson didn't seem to mind having to read Wes' lips and exaggerated movements. Wilson was in very bad shape before Wes found him. He was an incoherent mess that complained about shadows and voices. Wes made him many flower crowns to ease his mind, he also got him food and water and more supplies He was hoping beyond hope that Wilson would not ask how he got this seemingly endless supply with how weak he was.
Wes also did not want Wilson to know that he knew that the other man had been here for 2 years. He kept up with every move said man made. He had a sort of sick fascination with this man. This man that he knew very personally at one point in his life. Wilson showed no signs that he remembered him back though. For 2 years he had been trying to approach him but whenever he'd get too close the ground would give way or water would knock him back or he would be plagued with voices and shadows. He knew why. He knew why the ground would give way or the wind would wail when he got too close to the other man. The world was not alive per se but was run by a man that caused him much grief and sorrow in the past.
Sometimes Wes would be on the little piece of land that Maxwell threw them on or he would be caged by Maxwell's throne.
Getting too close to Wilson displeased Maxwell and he was punished nearly everytime. Maxwell has no qualms about him getting close to the other people he had trapped there though. At first, it made no sense to the mime but when Maxwell would mutter under his breath about his,''fluttering lashes.'' and ''wondering eyes.'' He knew that Maxwell was indeed jealous. Wes and Maxwell had a long history together. A long romantic history. He knew that Maxwell was insecure deep down and knew better than to rouse the older man's jealousy but as far as Wes was concerned, he was single. Wes wanting to break up and running away from Maxwell is actually what landed him here in the first place.
Wes was still surprised that Maxwell let him get this close to Wilson. What was the old man playing at?
Wes met Maxwell when he was 18 years old. He was a street mime that entertained for change. He noticed that Maxwell would come around a lot to give him money.
Wes started to look forward to the man's visits since he knew he'd get a pretty penny from the dapper fellow. He would work extra hard to get him to smile and clap for his performances.
Within a years time Maxwell, known as William at the time, had invited Wes to start performing at a cabaret with him. Maxwell was a wealthy magician and Wes was the opening act.
Wes will always remember the look on Maxwell's face when he heard his voice for the first time. Maxwell's jaw hit the ground when Wes started singing. Wes decided to stop being a mime and do what he had always dreamed of, Being a singer.
Maxwell supported him and they developed a close friendship.
They had been together 10 years, Maxwell grew more and more sinister with every year. Eventually, Wes had enough and decided to leave him. Sadly Wes did not have enough money to just leave the club that he worked at so he still had to see Maxwell whenever he went to work. Maxwell would never be too far away.
Wes' performances drew more and more people to him, especially the after dark ones. Eventually, Wes had acquired the attention of a man that was absolutely breathtaking. The man complimented him and offered him a way to get out of the cabaret.
Wes started a ''friendship'' with the fellow that was much more. He and the man had mind-blowing sex nearly every night under the guise of having tea or studying science. Maxwell's hackles would rise at hearing Wes' excuses. He would ridicule and scoff at Wes for the closeness he acquired to the man, and hint that he knew that it was more than tea drinking or science experiments going on between the ''friends''
One day Wes snapped and yelled that he did indeed feel romantic feelings towards that man, and Maxwell should mind his own business since their relationship had been over for a year and a half. Maxwell looked distraught and shocked as if he had forgotten that they were no longer together. Maxwell's eyes had widened as if all of the information was hitting him at once and he couldn't process it.
This is why Wes was very surprised when he was finally ''allowed'' to near Wilson. He had to pretend that he had no knowledge of Wilson and introduced himself shyly. Wilson took a liking to him quickly and embraced the mime with open arms. Wes could hear a distant growl in the wind.
During the summer the trees near them would suddenly catch on fire, along with their tent. Wilson would be the only one attacked by fire.
Every time they got settled and built a camp, it was destroyed.
Wes noticed that he was not allowed to sit too close to Wilson or look at him too long, if his eyes lingered far too long he felt something invisible grab him and pull him back. At night shadows would form around them as if to keep watch. Wes would try to find ways to speak to Wilson but found that all of his attempts were squashed. He was still adjusting to not having a voice. He used to talk nearly all the time, Maxwell would even complain that he talked too much even.
Ironically the man that loved to sit and hear him talk and sing for hours had taken his voice. His voice was pulled from him in a slow and steady motion. The personification of his vocal abilities took the form of a ghost. Wes remembered that moment very clearly. He didn't realize that he had started daydreaming until Wilson snapped his fingers in front of his face.
''You alright?'' Wilson asked his eyebrow cocking.
Wes nods and refuses to look at him to save him from more pain.
Wilson, as stubborn as ever, decides to move closer to Wes and puts a hand on his shoulder. Wes looks at the man questioningly as Wilson scooted closer to him. Wilson's slender fingers soothed Wes' shoulder,''Are you okay? You don't look so good?''
Just when Wes was melting into Wilson's touch a strong wind seemed to pick him up and swept him a few yards from the fire.
Wes rolled his eyes and went back to sit down as if nothing happened and sat further away from Wilson. He was not going to give Maxwell the satisfaction of knowing that he just scared him.
Wilson looked confused,''Did I just hallucinate that?''
Wes shook his head no and simply went to his tent.
Wilson jumped up,''W-wait! Um...It's kind of early for sleep?''
Wes shrugs and signs,'The wind is too strong.'
''Yeah...I noticed...Um...want to share a tent?'' Wilson asked looking nervously down at the ground.
Wes looked around nervously in fear of Maxwell hearing and going off on a tangent. To his surprise, nothing happened. Wes looked around a few times paranoid before nodding.
Wilson quickly curled into the tent with Wes. Wilson whispered,''I'm too spooked to sleep alone.''
Wes nods in agreement and opens his arms for Wilson to cuddle into. Wilson blushes and says,''It is not...proper for two men to...cuddle...Um...No offense.''
Wes shrugs and pulls his arms back.
Wilson blushes,''Please do not take offense! I mean no harm! I am just not comfortable with holding another man in such a way...''
Wes rolled his eyes.
Wilson flinched,''What does that mean?''
'Nothing,'' Wes rolled his eyes at the childish way the scientist 'hmphed' at him and turned away to curl further away from him. Wes shrugs and lays back down.
Wes could only guess that he had been sleeping for at least three hours before he was violently ripped from his slumber. He heard rustling outside of his tent. Wilson was still sleeping beside him so he knew it must be a predator. Wes picked up the knife he hid under his pillow and walked out to check what the noise was.
He was greeted by darkness, the fire was nearly out so he added some more fuel. When he had the fire blazing to the point that he could see he silently gasped.
Maxwell was sitting cross-legged on a throne that was not previously there.
Wes got into a fighting stance and Maxwell simply chuckled and beckoned him. Wes apprehensively walked up to the demon, hatred burning in his eyes. Maxwell was nothing like William. He dearly missed the man he once knew.
''Where is Wilson darling? You have two tents but one is empty...'' Maxwell asked frowning.
Wes rolled his eyes and pointed to the tent he crawled out of.
Maxwell gasped in mock shock,''Why am I surprised...you always work so fast...why would being stranded in wilderness stop you...''
Wes gritted his teeth knowing what Maxwell was implying.
Maxwell tsked,''Always so desperate for male attention...''
Wes rolled his eyes and decided to let that comment slide.
Maxwell opened his arms,''Come here darling...''
Wes crossed his arms and looked away.
Maxwell pouted tauntingly,''Aww...I am hurt, my dear...Oh, how you wound me...''
We would have screamed if he could when he was suddenly yanked onto Maxwell's lap by an unseen force.
Maxwell moaned,''That's better.'' He kissed Wes' face and neck gently. Wes grimaces and pushed at Maxwell's chest.
Maxwell let out an angry grunt,''Look here precious, I will make it easier for that boy to escape if you come with me. Or are you too smitten with him to leave his side?''
Wes mouthed,'I'm staying with him.'
''Why!?'' Maxwell growled before calming down,''Darling, you barely know that boy...''
'You know that is a lie.'
Maxwell grunts with disdain and says flatly,''Yeah. I know...''
Wes tries to get up but his kept down by a death grip on his arm,''Darling...I'm sorry about what happened with Charlie...If you are still angry at me about that...I am sorry, I was not thinking...''
Wes shrugs not wanting to hear any more excuses. Wes looks back towards the tent nervously.
Maxwell cocks an eyebrow,''Oh? Nervous your boy toy might ''catch'' you?''
Maxwell possessively bites Wes' neck hard enough to draw blood. Wes thrashes and tries to get away. Maxwell whispers,''You're mine! He is a normal man. He is not twisted like you. He would never indulge in your perversions so get that out of your mind!''
Wes had to hold back tears at that harsh statement.
Maxwell cuddles him close and peppers his face with kisses,''Je t'aime mon chere...''
Wes snorts and spits in the other man's face. Maxwell growls and throws him to the ground. Wes thankfully runs away to crawl back into the tent, ignoring Maxwell's threats.
When Wes flops back down Wilson grunts his voice heavy with sleep,''I'd like to order two cheeseburgers please...''
Wes snickers and rolls his eyes.
After a few minutes Wilson asks,''where were you?''
Wes didn't know if he was sleep talking or not so he just ignored it. He was alerted when Wilson hit his shoulder.
Wes frowned and mimed that he went out to pee.
''Longest piss in history...''Wilson grunted.
Wes silently sighed, now he has two suspicious men attacking him with questions and thinly veiled accusations.
Wes mouthed,'Why do you care?'
''It's dangerous to be out there at night Wes!'' Wilson scolded.
Wes seethed, he wanted to punch the other man for treating him like he was just some frail baby. It embarassed him.
Wes felt his stomach drop at the thought that Wilson heard Maxwell so he asked if Wilson heard anything.
Wilson looked at him as if he had lost his mind,''No...just heard wind...That's why I was confused you even left...''
Wes nods and lays back down.
Wes is disturbed again by Wilson poking his hicky,''What's this?''
Wes cringed when Wilson dug his finger really deep into his bruised skin. Wes slapped the other man's hand away.
Wilson didn't let up. He kept poking and prodding at the hicky and being generally annoying. He knew that Wilson had this childish annoying side of him but he had not enountered it like this. He was used to the gentlemanly and reserved Wilson. Not the annoying prying little brother Wilson.
Wilson teased,''Was it the blonde or the brunette?''
Wes' eyes widened, Wilson knew of the other victums!
Wes mouthed,'what are you talking about?'
''The girls...I haven't seen them in what feels like two years...but there were two girls...one was a girl obsessed with fire and the other was this morbid little weirdo...which was it?''
'It was an animal...'Wes mouthed
''Yeah...sure...whatever you say...''Wilson mocked before poking Wes' side.
Wes turned over.
Wilson sighed,''Do you know more than you let on? You seem to...what do you know? Can I even trust you? Are you Maxwell in disgusie? Why can't you talk? Can you really talk but are just pretending? Why do you disappear sometimes?''
Wes clapped his hands over his ears.
Wilson growled and started to scream his questions. Wes quickly clapped his hand over Wilson's mouth. The two men struggled and wrestled for dominance.
Ultimately Wes won. He held Wilson's hand beside his head and mouthed,'Shut up. I will tell you later. Sleep.'
Wilson scoffed,''When will you drop this mime act...it's annoying.''
'You are the one that's being annoying Wilson!' Wes mouthed.
Wilson growled and pushed Wes off of him.
Wes shook his head annoyed and frustrated.
Wilson sat up with a sigh and said,''Look. I'm sorry...I know I was behaving childishly. I just...I hate living this way...And I don't know who the hell to trust. The blond chick is insane and so is the brunette, the German one annoys the hell out of me, The robot is annoying too, and Webber, the lady with the short hair, and the old lady give me the creeps...you are the only one I like. But that doesn't mean that you are trustworthy...Who here do you know well enough to give you a hickey? Are you guys all in on it? Do you go and report things to each other while I am asleep like this is some sick joke!?''
Wes blinked and shook his head looking dumbfounded. He rolled his eyes and simply turned over to lay back down.
''Damn it Wes! Look at me!''
And Wes thought that he was melodramatic.
Wes sighed through his nose and looked at his friend, he mouthed,'You are making up conspiracies. Just go to bed, everything will be better in the morning.'
''Who gave you the hickey!? How do any of you find the time to have sex in the middle of TRYING TO SURVIVE? I do not understand! It makes no sense! I haven't been able to get an erection in God knows how long but you can go out and frolic in the woods like it's nothing! What are you hiding!?''
Wes mouthed,'TMI.'
Wilson let out a frustrated growl and said,''At least tell me who it was.''
'You don't want to know.'
''I sure as hell do!'' Wilson yelled getting aggravated.
''My, my...Wilson you have nearly waken up the whole island...'' Maxwell's smooth voice teases as he opens up the tent.
Wilson glares at him and growls,''You!''