Quentin feels hot, burning hot, scorchingly hot. He jolts up finding himself alone on the boiler room floor, steam hissing out of broken pipes. He flings the covers off him and looks to see David missing. "Oh baby boy, you disappointed me." Quentin breaks out in a cold sweat as he slowly turns his head towards the voice finding only the room has changed into Freddy's terrible secret room. "I thought I told you that you're MINE!" Quentin jumps at the man now laying where David was. Freddy pins Quentin's wrists to the cement floor, scraping his knuckles into a bloody mess the more Quentin fought back. Freddy straddled the thrashing boy underneath him and licked up his neck. Quentin stilled under the rapist in shock, "No.. no not again!" Quentin fought back with all his might, but Freddy held steady calling for zombie versions of his friends back home to pin his arms and legs to the floor. Freddy just sat back and watched the boy slowly stop struggling as he got tired out. The dream demon laughed and bent down to bite Quentin's earlobe, "My sweet angel, you must have missed me getting me all fired up like this. Sleeping with another man? You dirty little whore-" "Shut up! It's, it's not like that!" Quentin turned his head away from Freddy's impending kiss. The killer only growled and dug one of his blades into his victim's check into a pattern. Quentin screamed in pain feeling something being etched into his skin.
"It sure fucking looked like it, seeing you all cuddled up to him! Just asking to be fucked you slut! Do you think that he actually cares about you?" Freddy yelled, done with his artwork and slowly wrapped his bloodied glove around Quentin's throat. Quentin couldn't move his arms to stop Freddy from choking him or stopping the monster from pulling down his dirt covered pants. Freddy sliced through Quentin's boxers and his skin alike, sending a beautiful shade of crimson all over the bedroll and the dirty cement floor below. Quentin gasped and growled at the pain shooting through his body when he felt his leg being lifted up to his chest. His eyes went wide seeing Freddy stroking his burned hardening member as he lined himself up with Quentin's hole, "No, NO please stop!" Quentin cried out as tears streaked from his eyes. "You know baby, I've always liked those little poems you'd write for me when you were smaller. More obedient." Freddy took his hand off Quentin's throat to slap his hand over a pinned up picture with writing on the top. One that Quentin had made him so many years ago for Valentine's Day. A roses are red one back when he was so naive and in a deep need of male role model. Freddy snatched a familiar camera off the desk beside him setting it down at his feet.
Freddy leaned down and forced Quentin's mouth into a kiss. Quentin tried to break free, but Krueger's fingers kept his mouth in place. Pulling back, he sat himself back to his previous position as he held Quentin's leg higher, "Let me give you one now. Roses are red, onions make you cry, bite the pillow bitch!" Freddy thrust himself into Quentin's unprepared entrance causing the boy underneath to scream angishly into the air, "I'm going in dry!" Freddy snapped his hips rapidly, not even giving the boy a few seconds to breathe. Tears fell from Quentin's eyes as he felt his insides tearing and flowing down his thighs. A flash shined in through his eyelids and he heard a disgusting click. "Quentin?... Quen wake up… WHOA QUENTIN WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Quentin winced in his dream and got a headache like he was just slapped. He opened his eyes to see that Freddy was still clutching his legs as he pounced into him. "No that wasn't Freddy." The room began to fade along with his pain and Freddy noticed with a frustrated yell, "This isn't fucking over you bitch!"
Quentin gasped awake, sweat pouring down his body, to see everyone huddled around the tent. David looked down at the boy in his lap with slight relief, "What the fuck was that?" He half yelled at him. Claudette took some rags from her medkit and started treating the bloody gashes on his face. Quentin winced away from her touch and leaned more back on David who held him steady. "Are you alright kid?" Ace asked, his sunglasses off showing his eyes full of worry. Quentin couldn't bring himself to speak or he'd start to cry, so he managed to just nod his head. Jake looked into Quentin's eyes and something flashed between them. An untold feeling of understanding, "Just as I suspected. Jake knows way more than he let's on." Jake tapped the others on their shoulders, "Alright he said it, let's get out of his hair." The others seemed to get the hint and filed out with some either giving him reassuring touches or worried glances. Claudette left the medkit with David before saying heartfelt words to Quentin that made him want to break down even more.
David could definitely sense something was horribly wrong with Quentin, so he thought it best to act as gently as possible. He opened the medkit and got out some more towels and dampened them with a water bottle. "Hey, lean against my chest. You can grab my legs when it hurts." Quentin slowly shifted in-between David's legs and leaned against his chest. Quentin felt a feeling of huge relief at both not having to look at the man and him not looking at Quentin. David leaned over Quentin's neck to get a better view as he gently placed the soft rag over Quentin's cheek. Quentin hissed and turned his head over on David's shoulder, facing away from him as he lightly gripped David's thighs. David hummed this old rugby song calming the boy as he patted the area clean. It took three towels before all that was left was some strange gashes. He turned Quentin's head back towards him to see what it was and how big of a bandaid it'd be. Quentin closed his eyes at the slight pain that went through his cheek. David froze seeing the slashes letting the bandaid box fall to the ground. Quentin jerked his eyes open to see the horrified look on David's face. Quentin backed up remembering Freddy carved something on his cheek and jumped up to find a mirror, "What the fuck did he put on me?"
"Quentin wait! Stop!" Quentin flew out of the tent startling those who were about to get inside of theirs. "Quentin what's wrong?" Feng asked. "Do any of you have a mirror? Please?" Nea came out of her tent with a small makeup mirror she had on her when she was taken. Quentin violently flipped it open and looked at his cheek in the dirty mirror. He dropped the mirror in horror and saw that the others were starting to look at his face too. In a carved heart like you'd find in an elementary school tree was gouged "F.K. Q.S. 4EVR". He covered his cheek with his hand and turned away from the shocked crowd. David wrapped his jacket around Quentin's shoulders and led him back into their shared tent. Quentin's face was void of emotion as David taped a large gauze pad to his mutilated cheek. "Please.. tell me what happened between you two." David whispered to Quentin. Quentin froze up and shook his head frantically no. David felt a dark pit rise in his stomach that turned to a deep anger.
He wanted to know what that bastard did to Quentin, to make him pay. "Sorry. I just got worked up. I heard you mumble something in your sleep and then you started thrashing around like a fish. I tried to wake you up, but then their was so much blood… everywhere. I didn't know what to do so I just started slapping you. I've seen some pretty fucked up shit here, but nothing made me as scared as I was then." Quentin leaned more on David's chest, resting his head against his shoulder, "Sorry for worrying you all. It's nothing." David ran his fingers through the brunette's hair gently massaging the scalp. Quentin relaxed into his touch and started to let his heavy lids drop. David wrapped his arms around Quentin as he slowly fell back asleep and laid the dreamer back onto his own clean mat. David laid his dirty clothes over the soiled mess and wrapped Quentin up to his chest as he hesitantly fell asleep with him.
Many trials came and went, some better, some worse, and most importantly some with Quentin. When David finally had a trial with Quentin his heart sped up and he took more protection hits than he usually ever did. It was all worth it for the smile and words of appreciation Quentin would shower him with as his nimble hands would slide over David's skin stitching it together. Quentin's skills have improved twice fold from when he first arrived, already making his presence hated by the killer's. David's breath hitched when Quentin took his scruffy face in his smaller hands. Quentin leaned his face down inches from David's as he tenderly dabbed on the cut over David's eye. "Been fist fighting the killer huh?" Quentin joked, well half joked. It wouldn't surprise him in the slightest if his friend had tried. "You know me, sweet pea," David laughed and saw Quentin's face turn red and quickly stand back up. "You're set now. Let's get the exit gates powered up."
David followed behind Quentin as the boy always had a sense of direction towards them. Quentin and David leaned over the corner of the killer's shack looking for a killer waiting at the gate. David groaned to himself as he felt Quentin's ass rub against his crotch when the younger leaned over the corner. David looked down seeing perfect mounds grazing his jeans with Quentin's shirt slightly raised above his hips showing a strip of bare skin. David could see the light indentation of his spine as he resisted the urge to trail his fingers down it to make the other quake under him. To grab those alluring hips back to him for better access to his neck for deep purple love bites. David quickly pulled back from his thoughts and Quentin feeling himself starting to get hard. "I think it's clear, let's go." Quentin looked back at David's flushed face, "What's wrong?" "Uh nothing. Go ahead, I'll keep watch." Quentin nodded and started holding down the exit gate leaving David behind the building. David looked around to make sure the coast was clear before sliding his hand into his pants and stroking his manhood. He would never do this in trials, but it was just something about his earlier imagination that seemed to light the fiery pit of lust throughout his body.
He immediately brought his thoughts back to touching Quentin's soft skin he had already got accustomed to feeling from sharing a tent. He bends over Quentin's back placing a trail of soft kisses down his back and stops with a nip to Quentin's hip bone. His lover gasps in surprise pleasure. David curls his arms under Quentin's holding himself up on all fours, one carefully over Quentin's throat the other reaching under and stroking Quentin's weeping member. Quentin calls David's name over and over like its oxygen as he spills over David's hand. "You're cuming for me already? Such a naughty boy." David teases him, watching as Quentin's eyes become clouded with lust. Quentin sticks his butt higher in the air and spreads his cheeks for his King, "Please David! Fuck me!" "Fuck!" David bit into his knuckles to suppress a moan as he came over his hand, still stroking himself through his orgasm.
A loud siren drew his attention back to the gate. He quickly placed his limp appendage back in his pants and made his way back to Quentin, "There you are! I was about to go searching for you." Quentin smiled warmly back at him, making David feel a pang of guilt of what he was envisioning to the person standing before him. Quentin patiently waited on the lumbering man so they could walk out the exit together. Quentin noticed that David wouldn't look him in the eyes, "Hey, did I do something wrong?" David finally looked down at the worried boy, "What? No, absolutely not. My heads just not right today." It wasn't exactly a lie. It had more truth than he cares to admit, so it didn't make him feel guilty addressing it. Quentin peered into David's eyes and settled on what he was told, "Something definitely has been eating at him the past couple weeks. I'll find out eventually." Quentin put on a fake smile, one that even David couldn't see through, and continued on their way to the fire. A cold chill ran through David's body, "Hold on mate, I don't think I'm done yet. Wait for me at the tent." Quentin nodded and gave him a hug, "Good luck, David." The scrapper held him tightly before a black fog engulfed his body and he was transported to another trial.
"It's this fucker again. Finally!" David thought as he appeared inside the preschool. A few other survivors had went against the Nightmare, but made sure to bring it up when Quentin was out or asleep. As far he knew, Quentin had yet to face him again. He went down the stairs knowing where a generator already was and began working on it. He kept his back to the wall to watch the staircase. He wouldn't run if he came down, no it was quiet the opposite plan he formed, but he wasn't going to takena surprise attack from behind. King knew the odds of him winning were slim while in the entity's realm, but he'll give the cunt something to be really fired up about. He glanced up the stairs when a refraction of light caught his eye. David got off the finally completed generator to walk towards the hall past the stairs, hearing others pinging off from being finished. There was a nasty looking bed at the end, one that you'd see in a sex slave movie, and not much else. He bent down and moved side to side hoping to catch whatever he saw earlier reflect the light. His eyes caught a small opening in the wall when he bent around a laid up piece of wood against the pipe lined wall. He flung the wood on the bed and had to get on all fours to fit through, "Why the hell is the opening so small, only a child or a small person could fit through this!"
David shifted and pulled his hips through the opening, scratching his side on the way in. He slowly stood up, careful to mind the ceiling that was just an inch higher than him. He clicked on his flashlight and looked around the room. It was filled with children's drawings, letters, and poems. David walked closer to them inspecting them when one caught his eye. One signed from Quentin. "Was Quentin one of the children that survived Freddy's murder spree? Why wouldn't he tell me about that?" Looking for more clues David opened up a desk by a grimey bed and what he found was more than he bargained for. Inside a drawer was a photo album, one David thought had to belong to Freddy from his human life. When he opened it up he was greeted with many smiling faces of children in a school photo. David could easily pick out the child Quentin amongst the sea of faces throughout the book. Most of them shockingly was of Quentin and another girl titled "Nancy". The last generator being complete sounded through the map, but David wasn't done investigating just yet.
Halfway through the book things stopped looking so innocent. The still camera shots were obscured, blurry, and dark like they were taken in a rush in a dark place. Flipping the page, David felt disgusted. One of the children from the pictures was hog tied on the bed in the very same room he was in, completely naked, and crying. David quickly flipped over the picture to see more of equal debauchery and sorrow. David stopped at the last ten pages. They were of Quentin. Starting innocent like the others, David gulped having an idea of where this might go for his love interest, and flipped a few pages showing exactly what he feared. The last couple pages where pictures and pictures of his abuse. David flung the book to the ground in disgust and anger when something spilled out the back. Picking up the objects and shining a flashlight on them, he found they were more pictures, they felt new. Flipping them over David paled.
They were of Quentin the night he had his nightmare. The camera showed Quentin pinned by his wrists, his face bloody showing off Freddy's branding, naked up to his hips (which the rest was cut off from the camera's lense), a large laceration from the mid stomach down to his hip -David stopped and stared at the feature he hated most-, and Quentin gritting his teeth in pain as tears rolled down his eyes. David ripped the pictures like a shredder and felt like vomiting. The thought came through his head, but each time he shoved it down for his own sake, not knowing what he'd do they came to reality. He was fucking pissed to say the least. He wanted to kill something that was unkillable, a ruthless cycle of hatred. Most importantly, he wanted to scoop up Quentin and hold him close, to protect him from this disgusting son of a bitch. "So not only do you disobey my orders, you also snoop through my belongings, and destroy my property." David swung around in full barbaric rage knowing full well the double entendre Freddy was using. "You sick fucking bastard!" Freddy waved his finger side to side smiling at David, "Ah, ah, ah, little King. You're just angry I'm getting what you wish you could have."
Freddy's laugh boiled David's blood as he threw a punch that landed on Freddy's jaw. The dream demon was surprised at the heroic attempt of King defending his princess. Freddy got up and stabbed at David. Thinking quickly, David picked up the large scrap book and lifted it infront of him, catching Freddy's blades. Freddy tried pulling them out, but David was faster and he turned the book over and ripping the glove off of the demon's hand. Freddy growled at the scrapper and kicked him in the stomach and into the wall. David slid down the wall next to the exit and quickly made his way through it. Freddy dug his nails into David's legs as he tried to pull the bigger man back inside. David lifted his legs and kicked Freddy back into the bed in the room as he slipped free. David could hear the hatch on the other side of the wall. David stood on the side of wall waiting for Freddy to follow behind. Seeing Freddy's fedora coming through the small opening, he coughed drawing the demon's attention up at him with surprise. David sent a powerful kick to his jaw, snapping the demon's neck, "That's basically just a stun now, I need to get out pronto." David jumped into the hatch just as Freddy's eyes popped back open and let out an angry howl, their eyes never leaving eachother until the hatch closed behind David.