(06) Behind Closed Doors

Simon now lives in a two-story house. He's happy living in a new neighbourhood with new people. There was no more Roger to lay another hand on him although it took place a few nights ago. It wasn't long when he got his driver's license and drove to work everyday with no problems (except for rush hour and traffic; everybody goes through that!).

Ralph was back in town. He didn't come back to work though. Simon found it pretty strange how he never showed up. Even so, Sam and Eric were also expecting him too. It turns out to be a mystery that he never came. So what was taking him so long?

"You know, I don't have to drive you around anymore," Sam began.

"I know," Simon replied. "I'm better off on my own anyways."

"Without Roger?" Sam asked with a hint of irony.

"Yea. So what about him?"

"Um...well...forget it! I'm off today." Before Simon could say anything more concerning his ex, Sam quickly changed the subject.

"I still don't understand why Ralph hasn't gotten here since he came back."

"Maybe he's very tired, I guess," Simon contemplated. "It's been hard for him to see his mother sick."

"At least she's better now," Eric joined in. "He has nothing more to worry about."

They nodded in response. Just as lunch break ended, Simon stopped Sam.

"Look, you mentioned Roger earlier. From the way it sounded, you looked pretty weird saying it too. Is anything up?"

Sam looked blankly at him. His mind got lost for a moment, remembering what took place a few hours after Simon was kicked out of Roger's life.

-Flashback-

Sam hopped in his car. His twin brother called out to him.

"Where are you going?"

"To the drive-in," Sam lied.

"The drive-in doesn't open this late," Eric said. Sam shook his head and backed up.

"Look, I'll be back later." With that, he sped off the driveway.

About an hour and a half later, he arrived at Roger's house. He went and knocked on his front door, only to be greeted by a gun in his hand.

"What brings you here?" Roger asked gruffly.

"I thought you'd need someone to talk to," Sam said. "Besides, it doesn't feel good being lonely. Does it?"

Roger slowly shook his head and let him through. "Why do you want to talk so much?"

"Because...well, I'm not here for that," he replied with a smirk.

"Then what is it?" Roger asked as he sat down on his couch. Sam made his approach and sat next to him.

"It's about time you get over him," he said, stroking his leg, "the fun way..."

"W-what do you mean by that?" Roger asked as his voice shook. He didn't want it, but it felt good.

Sam's hands crawled into his jeans. "I could suck Simon out of you," he said seductively. "That way, the thought of him wouldn't bother you so much." He fondled Roger's dick with one hand while unzipping his jeans with the other. "What do you think?"

"Um..."

As he pulled his jeans off, he smiled evilly at the sight of his erection.

"Perfect."

-end of flashback-

"Look," he said at the realization of standing in the same place. "There's nothing to worry about, okay?" He shoved his way out of Simon's grasp, walking back inside.

Suspicion dawned on Simon. How could Sam be going crazy like this in the first place, just to deny it in the end? It will only take a long while before he found out.

x-x-x

Meanwhile, Roger couldn't get out of bed. He never had a chance to go work. He was thrashing and twisting as the repeated images of a certain event refused to leave him alone.

"S-Sam, what are y-you thinking?" Roger's mind went foggy as Sam bit his erection.

"OW!"

"Ha ha! I knew you'd like it."

Roger was speechless.

"Now, let me cheer you up till I'm done, okay?" He pulled off his jeans and sucked the life out of his friend. He got up and pulled handcuffs out of his pocket. Roger's eyes widened.

"What the fu-"

"No need. Now put your hands behind your back," Sam interrupted.

"But-"

"NOW!"

Roger quickly reached for his gun when Sam caught it and threw it out of his reach. His eyes were filled with terror as he looked in Sam's devilish ones.

Sam put the handcuffs on. "Now you're my slave," he said. "Just for the fun of it."

Roger's lips twitched. He didn't understand why this was happening to him. Then the shocking words came out of Sam's mouth.

"Welcome back to the island..."

He woke up in a sweat. The phone was ringing and he felt dizzy. As he reached for it he made a sad mistake.

He accidentally pulled the trigger.

x-x-x

Ralph was busy taking care of business. He cleaned up the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, the garage, the basement...and the list goes on.

The funny thing is that everywhere is already neat and tidy. So why stress over it all? He refused to give himself a break unless a migraine had hit him. He ignored Jack half of the time; since he returned they barely spoke in the same house. A hug or kiss was all he ever got. Nothing more.

At night, they didn't cuddle up although they're in the same bed. Their backs were on each other. A simple "good night" was all there is to it, but there was no "I love you". Ralph sensed it all along.

Basically the fog in his vision was starting to fade. Everything was becoming crystal clear.

'Does he even love me?' Ralph thought. 'It seems as though nothing is gonna do any good. He's always ignoring me and refuses to help.'

He paced in the kitchen, gathering his thoughts when he heard a click in the door. Startled, he spun around.

"Jack?"

No answer. Footsteps were moving faster and deeper into the house. This only caused fear and panic for Ralph. He quickly ran for his bedroom when he tripped over a battery, fell over and rolled down the staircase. He landed flat on his face when he felt a foot press on his thigh.

Despite the pain, he looked up at Jack who was munching his bag of Sun chips.

"Hey! That's mine."

"Okay." Jack kept on eating his chips while his foot was still there.

"I'm serious!" Ralph went on. "Don't you have any manners? It's getting ridiculous how we have nothing to talk about." Jack just stood there, looking at him.

"Don't you get it?"

Jack sighed heavily and poured the bag of chips all over Ralph's face. He walked up to his room when Ralph shoved his way through and blocked the entrance.

"You never learn," he said. "That's extremely sad. I mean, honestly, I miss you even more inside here with you compared to when I was at Mom's."

"So what?" Jack retorted. "I couldn't care less." He tried to make his way through but Ralph kept blocking him.

"I need to know what's really going on," Ralph said, "because I cannot read your mind."

Jack pushed him aside and sat on the bed. He stared at Ralph the whole time, saying nothing as time slowly ticked by. Ralph managed to calm himself down before sitting next to him.

"Our relationship is at stake," he said finally. "Talk to me."

Jack looked at him. In a split second he pushed Ralph back on the bed, quickly sitting on his waist and holding his shoulders down.

"You really miss me that bad?" he asked viciously. "What in the freakin world do you want from me?"

"Your respect Jack," Ralph replied bluntly. "That's all I ask for."

"Okay." He unzipped his pants and grinded hard against him.

"That's not...what I meant," Ralph said, trying to hold the moans back.

Jack looked at him disappointingly and sat up. "Then what kind of respect are you looking for?"

"There's only one kind, Jack," Ralph said rudely with a hint of sarcasm. "Get a clue." Before he could get up, Jack held him down on all fours and grabbed his jeans. He tore them off in an instant and got up, pulling his own pants down. He quickly tossed them aside and pulled off his shirt. Ralph looked up in horror.

"What are you doing?"

Jack made no response. He continued with his devious act. Without warning, he leaned back and pulled Ralph's arms while locking his feet to prevent kicking. Ralph hissed in pain. He didn't like what he was getting. In a few minutes Jack leaned in and brought Ralph's hands back against the bed. His mouth touched his ear.

"You scared?" he whispered.

"Stop. Just let me go."

"Request refused." He slid himself off before twisting his wrists and punching his abdomen. He slapped him hard across the face, leaving a cut on the right cheek. He gave his slave no time to nurse it. Instead, he slowly rubbed his lower back in his shirt before piercing it with his nails.

"Ow...Jack stop it. You're hurting me. I can't stand it."

A smirk crawled on his lips. He pushed them a little deeper, causing the other to emit a cry. He didn't care how much pain he was putting him through. Every second of it was amusing and entertaining.

'This is crazy!' Ralph thought. 'Why is he doing this to me?' Tears streamed down his cheeks. He really hated this.

"Is it something I said?" he asked.

"No. Now if you don't shut up I'm gonna hurt you a little more."

"But you're not supposed to hurt me," Ralph sniffled. "Why are you doing this?"

"Did I not tell you to shut up?"

Jack grabbed his left leg and twisted it, causing Ralph to scream to the top of his lungs. As soon as it was limp enough, he let it drop and poked his index finger in his navel. Ralph's eyes widened. He looked at Jack pleadingly, silently begging him to stop. Jack slowly shook his head as he pushed it deeper. The pain was excruciatingly intense. This was making him more scared than ever. Jack was no longer his lover; he was now his torturer. His blue eyes were now icy and devilish. They showed no mercy. To make matters worse, they pierced his heart like several spears. Spears that were used to kill pigs on that damned island. Spears that almost killed Simon (had Roger not saved him). Spears that eventually became the source of survival and defense. They were always a threat to those who didn't adapt to the primal lifestyle.

That was ten years ago. Presently, memories of the island wouldn't leave him alone. He wasn't aware when his nipples were being bitten. He hissed in pain and tried to push Jack off, but unfortunately he couldn't fight back as a result of his broken wrists. He was being dominated for his own doom.

"I hope you know who's in charge here," Jack said menacingly. He cupped the others face before leaning in to kiss him. Ralph refused to return any favours. Because of that, he got punched in the face. Very hard.

"Jack!" he cried. "Stop this nonsense! Please stop hurting me!" He sobbed harder now, finding it hard to believe that Jack would give him so much pain.

Jack sighed heavily. He glared at him and slid up to his chest, placing his heavy weight on poor Ralph. Ralph screamed while Jack slapped and shouted at him.

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP?" He grabbed Ralph by the hair in order to get a fixed gaze on his eyes.

"Uh oh," Jack cooed. "Did I hit my baby so hard?" He yanked his head and spoke with a deadly tone. "Maybe I'll have to shut you up myself since you can't."

"Don't..." Ralph begged. "Please don't do it." Jack pushed him back on the bed, barely hitting the bedpost. "You're gonna regret this," he went on. Jack ignored him as he spread his legs apart, leaned in and licked the tip of his dick. Ralph cried and moaned at the same time. He didn't realize his boxers were ripped off. Jack consumed the rest of his manhood before pulling away. Ralph whimpered. He wanted more so badly, but Jack had something else in mind.

He grabbed Ralph's dick and stroked it slowly at first.

"Mmm..." Ralph moaned. "Give me more."

He stroked harder and faster beyond his reach. His moans filled up the entire room, allowing Jack to smile.

'He'll cum in no time,' he thought. 'Then I'll hurt him even more.' As soon as Ralph came, Jack got up and walked over to him (on the bed). He stomped on his chest several times, bringing him back to tears. His left foot now rested on his neck. "Is this too much for you to handle?" he asked tantalizingly.

Ralph made no response. He didn't like the feeling of being broken.

"Answer me!" Jack demanded.

For real, Ralph was half-dead. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. He was taken back by Jack's icy glare. A kick in the face was the next thing he got. It was followed by a stomp on his knee, and his abdomen. Jack stood on his ribs before Ralph could keep his mouth shut. It was very painful. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. Deep down, this was too much to bear. He wanted to die.

As though he read his mind, Jack squatted down and set his left leg on his chest. "I'm gonna do exactly that," he said. His lips locked with the other who refused to give in. Jack pulled away and angrily slapped his face. Ralph had refused to take tongue from him. Now he's gonna pay.

"If I cannot kiss you then I might as well kill you." He sat on Ralph's face and pushed himself back and forth. He grinded hard against him, ignoring his cries and moans. He no longer cared what happens next.

Ralph's hands grabbed Jack's thighs, piercing his nails into his skin. They begged him to stop. It was more than frightening to know that there's only one chance to live. To his surprise, Jack punched his chest very hard that it broke his ribcage. He could no longer breathe. His hands were losing their grip. They grew weaker as they slowly fell on the sheets. He moaned one last time before giving up.

Jack got up to give him some air. He pushed his legs back while entering him. A piercing cry came as a result of being rough.

"You hate that, do you?" He pushed harder inside of him as Ralph screamed "Rape". Jack looked out the window, sensing neighbours and passer-by's. This angered him even more. People had a higher tendency to hear someone screaming "rape" rather than "help" when windows are closed. He grabbed a pillow and held it over Ralph's face.

"You like this better, huh? You like it when I smother you to death?"

"Snap out of it Jack!" Ralph was furious. Jack pushed the pillow on his face, causing his arms to fly everywhere. He thrusted harder each minute, causing Ralph to bleed. At the same time he pushed the pillow harder on his face, literally cutting his air supply.

Then everything went white...