Miles Edgeworth (defyingxgravity) wrote in sh_chaos, @ 2009-04-09 13:30:00 |
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Current mood: | anxious |
Current music: | The Terminal Show |
Fiction.
Title: Cry For Me
By: Alex C
Rating: Mature
Description: Punishment comes to Henry when he tries to call the doctor about something. Walter doesn't think that is a good idea.
Pairing: M/M
Disclaimer: All characters and places are property of Konami.
Cry for Me
"Doctor, I can't tell you how scared I am. I can't begin to tell you how much sleep I've lost." The voice calls out over the phone. A sign of distress within that voice. Behind the voice, a man whom is on the verge of breaking down.
"Now Mr. Townshend, please calm down. I'm sorry if we cannot give you the medicine. You won't let us in. You won't let anyone inside your apartment." The doctor explains to the distraught man.
"Can't you see...?" The voice wavering between crying and yelling. No one would understand him. Only the killer would understand but there is no justice to that. "...I'm stuck in this hell! I can't take it! I haven't slept in days! I'm falling apart."
The phone went dead after that. Henry slouches upon the couch as he drops the phone. The man within his usual attire. The hand lets go as the phone drops to the ground. Tears rolling down his cheeks. He was beginning to get desperate. Henry needed some kind of light at the end of this tunnel. None yet. The man shivers as he kept a blanket around his body. Why was it so cold in this room! Henry sniffling as he reaches for the box of tissues.
~*~
Days have passed by since that one night on the phone with his doctor. Henry knew they thought he was some nut job. Anyone who didn't know what he goes through probably did. The poor photographer stuck in this apartment from the inside. Those chains at the door reminding him of those days when wealthy people had slaves. Maybe Henry was a slave in some form. Walter did call him 'Receiver of Wisdom'. That didn't help Henry one bit. Walter wanted to kill the man for all Henry knows. He's killed many people before. The red papers.... Those papers were what aided Henry in these desperate times.
"Every time I look out of the peephole, someone is dead. I was too late." Henry sighs as he moves from the kitchen. A Holy Candle settled upon the kitchen counter lit to help keep the haunting at bay. Henry peeks into his dwindling fridge. He had not much in there since he could not even go out to buy his own food. Closing the door to the fridge, he walks over to the kitchen cabinets and peeks inside. Only a few more canned goods before he does starve.
Henry only wanted to wake from this nightmare. Something pulled him to go and buy this apartment. It was that unknown force. Maybe it was Walter behind the scenes planting seeds of dreams within his mind. Henry didn't like that thought. That meant the other could just skip right on up to anyone and do such. The brunette taking out a piece of pizza he had left. Grabbing up a plate from one of the cabinets, Henry plops the piece onto the plate and shoves it inside the microwave. Twenty-five seconds should be enough to warm the piece. The man looking over to his calendar with a lost look.
"He comes to me at night. He whispers to me. The killer speaks to me in everything..." Henry mutters dryly.
The microwave beeps as the slice of pizza had been heated up. The beeping startles Henry as he jumps a bit from his resting spot against the counter. Holding a hand over his chest, he regains his composure and turns to open the little door to get the piece out of the microwave. Henry closes the door as he takes the piece of pizza and begins to nibble on it. How could he eat when he knew he could be a victim here? All those people who died at Walter's hands. All of that suddenly made him lose his sense of appetite. Such a cruel thing. Henry just sinks down to his knees as he wraps arms about himself. Walter was doing this to him. The other wanted him to starve. Walter wanted Henry to suffer. Suffer for what?!
"How can I even begin to live in peace if you won't even let me eat!" The brunette cries out in frustration.
"Because... You'll see when you come to it." A voice calls to Henry from out of nowhere.
That voice frightens the poor man. This voice belongs to the killer. Walter had been doing this for days and nights. It had to be some way to break Henry down. Make the man crumble before Walter. Henry didn't need it. He was having trouble already. Hands moving up to cover ears as Henry closes his eyes. Maybe if he just ignored the other's voice then he wouldn't have to deal with Walter. Maybe this would help just make it all disappear. Wrong.
"This is how you try to block me out? That's just idiotic." Walter hisses lowly before reaching over and pulling the other's hands away from Henry's ears. "Open your eyes, Henry. This is reality."
Henry shivers his hands were yanked away from the ears. Eyes instantly opening as he looks up to Walter with a worried expression. Hazel eyes looking up into green. The brunette just sat there as he looks up at the other. Walter knew how to take away his walls of protection. The other knew how to break that one that held the mental interiors. A cold smirk playing across the killer's lips as he looks back into Henry's eyes. Foolish little Receiver of Wisdom. How could Henry possibly get rid of Walter like that? Walter leans in closer as he whispers to his precious little lamb.
"You are not going to escape me that easily, Henry." With that being said, Walter eyes the plate on the counter. It was true that he didn't eat. Why would someone dead and immortal eat food? He could taste the other but that was another story. Taking the plate from the counter, Walter held it to Henry with a smile. A smile that wasn't inviting. "Eat. Or I can make you eat."
Henry blinks a few times before speaking up finally. "I'm not hungry! Don't you understand...?"
Walter shrugs his shoulders as he places the plate upon the floor and reaches for Henry's chin. The killer didn't have to play by the rules of Henry. Walter had control here. He grins as he takes Henry's chin and forces the other to look in his direction. Walter chuckling as he forced Henry to open his mouth and soon enough a piece of the slice of pizza is forced inside of that mouth. Placing the rest of the piece down, Walter begins to make Henry chew the food. Those green eyes looking intently to the one before him.
"Don't try anything funny. You chew like you normally would and then swallow. No choking..." Walter states in a demonic like tone.
Henry mutters under his breath before doing what Walter ordered him to do. Chewing the piece and swallowing after. If this weren’t such a threat to his health, he would be calling this sweet in a way. Walter feeding him when he's not even hungry.
Henry felt so helpless when around Walter. The man was falling fast for this killer of his. Something that was not supposed to happen. Hazel eyes close as he swallows that mush in his mouth. A sigh escaping those lips of his as he then glances up to Walter. The killer chuckles as he watches his prey does exactly as he wishes. Another piece of the slice held up before Henry's eyes. Walter reaches for Henry's chin to open that mouth. Henry reaches out and stops the hand. Those eyes looking to Walter's.
"I can do this myself." Henry protests, trying to be brave.
"If you're so damned confident, then fucking eat the piece of pizza." Walter growls toward the other, as he looks Henry in the eyes. "Because I will fucking force you to eat the rest."
Henry sighs as he grabs the piece that Walter held and shoves it into his mouth. The younger man beginning to chew the piece before swallowing. He hopes this makes Walter so happy. So FUCKING happy. Henry huffs as the chewed up piece goes down his throat. Those hazel optics looking up at Walter through slits. Walter gives a grin as he leans in and coos. Lips brushing against Henry's in a teasing manner before whispering to the other. Walter using his tongue to lick off the sauce from the corners of Henry's mouth.
"Such a good lamb. You do as this wolf wants." Walter teases as he leans back up. "Three more pieces of the slice, Henry. You can do it..."
Henry holds back the sick feeling within his gut. The other egging him on like he was some child. The brunette here is a reasonable adult. He narrows his eyes as he looks to Walter. That smile upon the other's face. Walter had no fear. The other giving that sadistic grin as he watches Henry.
This had to be some kind of dream. Walter hasn't made a move to hurt his Receiver of Wisdom yet. Yet had to be the word Henry was looking for. Yes! Walter probably is waiting for that right moment to hurt Henry. Those hazel eyes stared toward the killer as Walter does the same. A hand reaches out and brushes strands of messy chestnut brown hair of Henry's. The older being then moving the hand to caress a cheek for the softest of moments before nicking the skin along that cheek with a nail. Henry jerks away as he felt the small stab of pain along his cheek. Now his left cheek was marred. Walter had gone and cut slightly into that pretty skin. Taking up one of the pieces of the pizza slice again, Walter dangles it in front of his prey. Henry tenses up on the defensive side. He felt like the other being was treating him like some child.
"I told you I could eat the pieces without your help!" He snaps at Walter before taking the piece from the other's hand. Henry held this feeling down inside his gut. That sickening feeling that everyone gets when they feel nauseated.
"But if you eat you'll feel better." Walter preens on that as he watches intently. "Swallow."
Henry grumbles to himself, as he has to follow some orders of the other's like he was a child. This ordering him around made him irritated. Though this was not a good idea to show he is frustrated. Walter did have the upper hand here. Henry swallows the mush of what used to be the piece of the slice. Wincing as some of the piece scratches against his throat as it goes down. The captive coughing a little before shaking his head. Walter eyes Henry dangerously as he looks to the captive one.
"I told you to chew it up! No choking!" Walter hisses out in frustration.
After clearing his throat and coughing a bit more Henry speaks up to the other. "Excuse a human for even trying to eat! But I got a damn killer looking at me!"
Walter didn't look too pleased with how his Receiver is acting now. The pistol came into sight as Walter takes it from his coat. The madman waving it in front of Henry. "You know, words can be harmful for your health. So you best not piss me off, my precious lamb."
Henry gulps as he looks to Walter in fear. The poor man did not need a bullet wound. Who knew where Walter would fire that bullet at or into? Taking a deep breath, Henry bit down on this bullet to behave around his killer for now. He didn't have much of a choice at the moment. Walter chuckles as he licks along the barrel of the gun. A hand signaling Henry to take the last two pieces of the slice and eat them quickly. The killer grew more anxious for what he needed to do. Walter watches Henry intently as he kept the gun close. Henry gives a sigh, as he has to eat these last two pieces of that slice. Each making his stomach cringe as tension rose inside of his form. Henry had to choke back the feeling to puke. Those emeralds glistened as he noticed Henry's distressed look. Walter giving a nod of approval before pointing the barrel of the gun to the other's stomach.
"Now... Don't think this was just for a little feed you and then gone time. I don't play like that, Henry." Walter whispers in that demonic voice. "I want you to undo your pants."
Henry meeps suddenly at the gun pointed right at his gut. The man did not need a bullet there for sure. Henry had no choice but to do what Walter ordered. The weaker of the two unbuttoning his pants and unzipping that zipper.
"Now I want you to pull them down a little. Enough to expose your cock." Walter states plainly.
"W-What?!" Henry yelps.
"Just do it or you'll have a bullet to escort your pizza down to your intestines." Walter spits out to the other while holding the barrel of the gun closer to Henry's gut.
Henry gulps as he had the barrel of the pistol at his gut and the other threatening to fire a few rounds into him. The weaker of the two slowly moving the jeans down his waist as his penis is exposed now. Henry shivers as he feels a twinge of cold. It had to be this way or he would be bleeding badly from a bullet wound.
Walter had been watching Henry debate on his life quite sometime. Those emeralds glancing to the man below him. That gun's position never leaving its post. Henry sighs weakly as he looks to the killer. His lower region exposed for the taking. Walter had so much in store for his little lamb. Walter did all he could within each visit he gives to Henry. This time, he would not admit yet that he heard the conversation with Henry on the phone with the doctor. This little talk angered the madman. How dare Henry try to tell people about this! No matter though. Walter knew they all had to think Henry is going insane. He'll just show his brunette prey what the 'doctor' needs for Henry to take.
"Listen closely and listen good... I want you down on your knees. You will first undo my pants and take out my growing erection. Got it?" Walter commands the younger man. The barrel of the gun tapping against Henry's skin a bit.
"... Like I have a choice." Henry mutters to Walter.
"Ssh. Tears are meant to be savored and cries are meant to be heard. Spare me the talk, Henry." Walter states dryly before watching Henry.
This felt so degrading upon poor Henry. The man did value his life while he still was living. Here he had a choice either to refuse and get a bullet wound or take the orders from the other. Henry sits upon his knees a bit while reaching over to Walter’s pants. The weaker of the two quietly unbuttoning the button of the pants. Then he moves on to the zipper where he unzips slowly. Walter views his little lamb closely. Henry taking his time as he dips his hand inside the pants and reaches to grip the shaft of Walter’s. When fingers finally coiled around the shaft at the base of it, Walter hisses softly. The brunette glances up to the other for a minute. Walter’s eyes met Henry’s as he nods to the other. The killer thinking that the victim would know what to do from here. Henry sighs softly as he did, as Walter wanted. Fingers slowly working along the shaft as he strokes the appendage. This is what Walter liked. He was getting what he wanted and he would show Henry a little something. A lesson.
“Mmmn. Yes. Such a good lamb.” Walter coos as he tips his head back. Might as well enjoy the pleasure here.
Henry continues to stroke along the shaft as he picks the pace up a touch. The younger man leaning in slowly as he takes in the head of the penis. His tongue slowly lulling over the skin and soon the slit. Henry inside did not mind this. The man was falling for his killer slowly. If it could not be seen now, it was noticeable other times. Walter peeks an eye open to watch Henry. He has to make sure his little lamb doesn’t get any sneaky idea. After all, Walter did have that pistol in hand. The madman knew that Henry wouldn’t try to pull a fast one on him. It wasn’t wise. Henry begins to take in more of the penis. Walter twitches at this. His little prey was going too slowly. He could just shoot the other after this. Do something after Henry receives his punishment for calling the doctor.
“You’re going too slow! Pick it up, Henry.” Walter mutters as he moves to lace fingers within chestnut brown hair.
Henry whimpers slightly at the sudden pull of hair. Walter never is fair to him. Never. The younger man trying to pick up the pace of this. What did the other want him to do? Choke?
Henry begins to pick the pace up as he bobs his head along the cock of Walter’s. The brunette continuing to use his tongue while it massages the sensitive skin along the penis. Coaxing the other man to come closer to an orgasm. Walter thinks for a minute as he thought about what his prey was to do with his own penis. He had a few options to pick. One is simple. He liked it better than the other.
“Henry, you need to place your other hand on your penis. I want you to masturbate while you’re sucking me off.” Walter says as he moans softly.
The weaker man slowly bringing his hand down as he takes his own cock into his grip and begins to stroke. This kind of was hard for Henry. He worked hard enough to continue to bob his head along the penis as the pace once again picks up. The hand works along the penis with little trouble. The brunette masturbating as he bobs his head along Walter’s penis. Walter drops the gun and takes both hands into the thick locks of chestnut brown hair. The man pushing Henry’s head along from behind upon the cock of his. If Henry couldn’t do it right, Walter HAD to show him the way. Henry yelps into the forceful movements that Walter seemed to be doing. The blonde working the other’s head along his cock as he makes Henry have to deep throat quite a few times. Every so often he could hear the younger male choke a bit as the head of the penis brushes along the back of Henry’s throat. Walter cackles, as he seems to enjoy doing it this way. One thing he wanted Henry to continue now was to masturbate while Walter makes Henry have to suck in all.
Henry tries to yell for Walter to stop or slow down at least. The poor man choking on that penis inside of his mouth. Brutal.
The onslaught of forcing the younger man to take the entire penis in with each shove of the head continues. Henry trying to at least stroke along his own penis when not getting choked by Walter’s cock inside his mouth. What a pain. Silently he strokes along his hardening flesh. What could Henry do in a situation like this? Walter growls in a demonic voice as he continues to make Henry take in the penis each time. Some not so deep as other times. He indeed was enjoying this as he moans. Walter could feel it coming now. Oh yes. The punishment would be dealt any time now. He works his prey’s head harder along. Henry coughing a bit as he tries to even keeps up. Every time Walter made him deep throat the penis he would gag or choke. If the weaker man wasn’t done masturbating by the time Walter gives his treatment to his ‘patient’, that was just too bad.
“Oooh… Fuck yes! Fuck! Henry, your mouth is so good.” Walter shouts out with a moan at the end.
Tears had begun to well up within Henry’s eyes. This was a painful thing happening. His throat being rubbed raw. There was no letting up or giving a break to the man. None. Walter meant business as he usually did. The madman moaning again while making that head take in his cock. Faster he made Henry take it in. Walter bucking his hips a few times when he thrusts the other’s head down onto the cock of his. Henry in the meantime continues to stroke along his erection. The man whimpering every so often as he got the worst treatment.
“Your punishment is soon at hand, my little Receive of Wisdom!” Walter laughs maniacally. Any sense he may have left isn’t there now.
What Walter says made the other man think. What did Walter mean by that? Hazel eyes closed tight as he had no other choice but to take this. Henry only works on his own penis while the older man continues to make him do the other. The brunette moaning lowly as he felt himself pull to his orgasm. Henry knew it couldn’t be as close as Walter was to his. The vibration sending Walter into moaning as well when the feeling travels along his cock.
“Any minute now!” Walter calls out to his prey down below him on his knees. “Are you ready?!”
Henry blinks a few times as eyes opened suddenly. ‘Any minute now?’ What is Walter saying now? The movement did slow down as Walter finishes up the pumping of his cock going inside Henry’s mouth. A few last times of thrusting his cock inside of the other’s mouth as he holds Henry down. The head of Walter’s cock at the back of Henry’s throat. The older being moaning loudly while he releases his load finally into Henry’s mouth. Walter making Henry swallows all of the semen he pours down that throat. The younger man having no choice but to swallow the hot seed down his throat.
“Hahahahaha! Yes! How do you like that medicine, Henry?! You like it!? This is the only medicine you’ll be getting!” Walter hisses venomously to his precious Receiver. “You shouldn’t have gone and called a fucking doctor! No one will believe you!”
Henry just now got it as Walter tells him this. Eyes widening as he coughs a bit on some cum running down his throat. ‘He was listening all that time while I was on the phone!’ Henry thought to himself.
Walter finishes his load as he pulls away from that mouth of Henry’s. Those emeralds glancing down to his Receiver dangerously. “You will learn not to do something as foolish as that. It could mean the end of your rope, Henry.”
Henry stops all movement as he coughs a bit. The other finally pulled out of his mouth. Those hazel eyes glancing up to Walter as the other looks down to him. Walter zips up his own pants and gives a dirty look to his counter part. The one on the floor had stopped everything just to look up to Walter. The killer now turning to leave Henry in his sorry state like this. The brunette sighing to himself watching Walter go away. That was just like the other! Walk away!
“…Is that it? You’re just going to leave me?!” Henry cries out to Walter.
A cruel smirk playing along Walter’s lips now as he stayed facing away from Henry. “You’ll just have to fix your problem by yourself. The ‘doctor’ is finished giving you the dose of medicine.”
Henry huffs softly before looking down to himself. Here he is with an erection and Walter now gone from him. But the other never did go away permanently. Walter always happened to be there in some way.
Henry moves up from the kitchen finally. The man trudging along away from there to his bedroom. After what just happened he didn’t want to look back at the kitchen. He’ll deal with it later. Henry quietly moving into his bedroom and falling upon the bed onto his back. A hand edges its way down to his penis as he begins to finish up what he left off. Henry keeping his thoughts on Walter. Moaning softly as he feels his orgasm about to hit. Henry bucks his hips, as he couldn’t hold it anymore. The man moaning out the other’s name as he spills his hot seed all of his hand. Cum spraying onto his stomach as Henry finishes his load. Finally he was done with fixing a problem of his.
~*~
The next morning soon came. Funny how he didn’t realize how the time just went by there. Henry opens his eyes as the sun peeks inside through the blinds. A hand moving up on instinct as he covers his eyes with the draping appendage. What a night… Henry sighs softly as he looks up to the ceiling blankly. The other day was intense. Why did he have to fall in love with the other? Things would only turn out painful at the end.
“What the hell…” Henry blinks his eyes open a few times as he begins to sit up. The man noticing that his pants were gone from his body. That’s right… He had gone through something with Walter. Finally crashing on his bed and finishing his masturbation. Henry smelt the smell of that salty substance of his cum mixed with sweat.
Once again Henry does a task of cleaning himself within the bathroom. Mind drawing a slight blank as he just wakes up. But one thing would be etched inside of his mind for a long time. What Walter had said while releasing his load inside of Henry’s mouth. Who would believe Henry? The doctor did sound skeptical of his bantering. Maybe… Just this once he’ll listen to what his killer has to say.