WARNINGS: This chapter will contain slightly graphic sexual content as well as violence.

Chapter 2: Tensions

"Are you freaking KIDDING ME?!" I yelled as I kicked the snack machine. My eyes glared eagerly at the Snickers bar in the snack compartment. After putting in my dollar, the damn machine ate it and left me with no money, no Snickers. After kicking the machine and uttering a few curse words, I left and headed back to my room.

It was three A.M. in the morning and I was tired. I just had to get this candy bar, I had an intense craving for it. "Well, it's probably for the best, me being on my diet and all." I said to myself as I opened my room door. When I opened the door, I expected to see King sleeping in his bed. Instead, I saw a note on it.

"Where would King go at three in the morning?" I said as I picked up the note. The read: 'Peter, Went to talk to Marduk. Be right back.'

"What the hell? Is he TRYING to get himself killed? He promised me that he wouldn't try to fight him early, he said he would fight him in the tournament!" Becoming worried, I grabbed my jacket and left the room, jogging at a fair pace to get to Marduk's room.

As I came closer to the room, I slowed down to a walk, I was going to at least listen and see if things were okay. Putting my ear against the door, I was shocked, to say the least.

"Rwaaaaaaarrr…."

"Umm yeah…"

What. The. Fuck?

Becoming curious as to what was going on in there, I decided to crack the door open a peak. This time, what I saw…was shocking.

I looked in to see King and Marduk on the bed. Marduk was pleasuring King with his mouth. As I watched, I felt a mix of emotions. First, I felt confusion. Then I felt anger. Then I felt betrayal. I knew I should've just turned around and walked away, but for some reason, I couldn't move. My eyes sat wide open, my breath held in my chest. The sight of King seeming to enjoy this encounter made me feel sick. It was as if a dagger had been driven deep into my heart. After all that shit he talked, after all those goddamn death threats...and this is what he was really up to? Marduk paused in his performance and turned his head towards King, who seemed to be in a world of his own.

"So, you told the kid about us yet?" Marduk asked. King casually looked towards him, barely seeming to hear the question.

"He thinks I'm here to talk." he said with a slight hint of mockery in his voice, as if he was referring to me as some stupid, gullible individual that he couldn't care less about. My eyes began to tear up. How could he do this to me?

"I can't believe what I'm seeing…" It was then that I felt a different kind of emotion...jealousy. Right there and then, my feelings were confirmed. The very same ones that I had been trying to deny this whole damn time. I really did care for him as more than a friend, more than a step-father. And I was hating myself for it. Blocking out the sounds of the two men in the room in front of me, I felt the urge to vomit. It was bad enough to discover this, and now I was having this revelation right in the middle of it. I realized that my anger wasn't so much with King anymore, it was with Marduk. I felt like he was intruding on my space. It's like the feeling a husband would get if he saw his wife flirting with another guy, only this was ten thousand times worse.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I realized that they were finally finished messing around. That was supposed to be my cue, my sign to run before I was discovered. But still, I couldn't bring myself to move. The pain inside my mind intensified as I watched them exchange loving gestures. Disgusting...fucking disgusting... I couldn't hold it in any longer, my face swelled up and became red, my eyes burned with tears. Then uncontrollably, stupidly even, I let out a cry. It wasn't loud, but it was loud enough to get their attention.

"Looks like we got a fan King." Marduk said as he hopped off of him. King sat up on his elbows and looked at the door.

"Peter?!" He yelled as he quickly pulled his boxers up.

"It's not what you think, I swear!" King yelled as he ran to the door. Once he opened the door, I glared at him with a tear stained face. How could he say that now?

"It's a bit late for that now." Not being able to look at him any longer, I turned and started to leave. Suddenly, I heard a sound, like that of something being torn into. That's when I felt it. The gleaming blade across my throat, the blood seeping out onto the carpet, the look in Marduk's eyes as he held the knife, the laughter from King, the cold taking over my body. They wanted me out of the picture all along... As I collapsed to the ground, my hands reached out to King. The betrayal still wasn't sinking in, and in a few moments, it wouldn't matter. The last thing I saw was the two of them laughing at me, happy that I wasn't going to be getting in their way any longer.

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Suddenly, my eyes opened to darkness as I exhaled loudly. It was only a nightmare. I looked over to see King sleeping, but once I exhaled, he hopped out of bed and ran to me.

"Bad dream?" he said.

"Ye-yeah. Bad dream is all. I-I'm going to go shower now, yo-you know, w-wake myself up." I said nervously. I couldn't even look at him, I was so surprised. I didn't want him to know what I was just dreaming about, so I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

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The water hit my back like a waterfall, or so it seemed. It felt so heavy, or was it just me? The thoughts from my dream steadily came back to me. I still couldn't believe what I thought of. 'Was that really me? I can't believe I could ever think of something so…graphic.'

As I applied the white soap bar to my arms, I thought about telling King. No scratch that, I could never tell him something like that, he'd think I was some kind of pervert and a freak.

I stood still, letting the water hit the back of my neck as I tried to figure out that dream. 'Why King and Marduk? That would NEVER happen. Plus, King's not gay, so he'd never…' I thought to myself, realizing the horrible truth. If he wouldn't have done that, then he also…would never love me the way that I wanted him to.

A tear formed in my eye and fell to the ground, becoming mixed with the many droplets of shower water. The dream repeated itself through my head, and I found that it was affecting a certain lower body part of mine.

I turned, trying to ignore my manhood's calling as the water now fell onto my chest. The streams of water landed on my right nipple, creating a sensation like no other throughout my entire body. I tried to fight it, the urge to masturbate, but it was too strong.

Giving in, I collapsed onto the shower floor and began to jerk myself quickly. I felt ashamed of myself, the fact that I was masturbating to such a disturbing dream, but at that moment, I didn't care. I slowed down the pace, blocking out the end of the nightmare and just focusing on the sexual imagery. 'King…' I called out mentally. I remembered the day that he said he wanted to adopt me. He was nervous. Maybe he was nervous because he felt something for me then and he knew he would be crossing the line with those feelings if he were to take me in. But I knew that my mind was only telling me what I wanted to hear, like it usually always did.

The thought of King sleeping with Marduk was a disgusting one to me, I just couldn't like Marduk at all, not after all he did. But yet somehow I sat here entertaining the thought. I began to go faster and faster, feeling my climax begin to rise. Slowly and pleasurably, I closed my eyes as the tingling sensation rose up through my penis. 'Ah! Finally, that's it!' I yelled mentally as my sperm shot out onto my stomach. I covered my mouth, trying not to moan any louder than I already was.

Knock, Knock! "You okay in there?" I heard King call out from behind the door.

I gathered myself together quickly, replying, "Ye-yeah. I just cut myself shaving."

"Well try to be more careful, okay? And you're not cutting yourself on purpose I hope…right?" King asked in an almost sheepish manner.

"No King, I'm over that now. It was an accident." I replied.

"Okay, be more careful." he said as I stood back up and began to clean myself off. Slowly letting my breath calm to a slower pace, I turned the shower to a colder temperature to cool myself. Guilt rose in my heart for what I had just thought, for what I had just given in to. Then I thought back to the root of it all, the feelings I had towards King.

"King…if only it was that simple…if only I could tell you what I'm feeling…"