Miles Edgeworth (defyingxgravity) wrote in sh_chaos, @ 2009-04-09 16:21:00 |
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Fiction.
Title: Demanding Number Five
By: Alex C
Rating: Mature
Description: Henry may refuse at first but over time his wants can take its own toll. Walter shows him just what he would want.
Pairing: M/M
Disclaimer: All characters and places are property of Konami.
Dream Number Five,
You must think I’m crazy by now. I’m sure those in the apartment think I am. There is no use denying it anyway. My past dreams have taken me down a brutal past of Walter’s. He’s so cold when he gets into that mind set. I think he always is in that mind set at this point. Last night…he used his hands to give me pleasure. After simple kisses and exploring of hands, he finally did what I was not expecting. Part of me held the feeling of disgust while the rest of me wanted it. I suppose a normal person would deny and look away from it. I guess I’m not that normal after all. Suppressed urges and needs hadn’t been touched in a long while. You try to masturbate in that apartment of mine! This dream…its back to the feeling of distress and the bloodshed continues. But Walter is giving me a little piece of bliss in it… He’s probably trying to make me believe he’s something else.
Time to tell my dream…
It started out in the dark once again. I hate when he does this to me. I look around for any signs of life. Just the sight of dense fog all around as I walk. There was something different though. I could not escape the sounds of clocks and their chiming of hours. It was nerve wrecking to a certain point. Know that saying ‘You can’t escape time’? I felt that way as this dream started out. The first part of my dream was so odd… I opened this door to find an upside down room with a clock in the middle on one side of the room. I looked around and felt like this was a huge funhouse. Only there were no mirrors and thin halls or narrow turns. I looked over to the left at the other door and slowly moved over to it. I went to open the door on the other side to find myself in a room filled with broken clocks of all kinds. Cuckoos were out of their perch spots. All sorts of clocks were dead and broken. It’s like a car junkyard only with clocks.
‘Is someone here?’ I called out unsure if I should. It was too early for Walter to appear but he always made a guest appearance at times. I listened for any signs of replies. All I could hear in the back was a dying Grandfather clock. You know how loud they sound but when hurt or about to go, they sound horrible. I walk along the broken remains of the clocks and observe the scene around me. I remember my clock on my wall in the apartment. It stopped after a long while ago. Hazel eyes catch a glimpse of something shimmering in a dim light. I walk over to examine this thing. I realize it is a hand of a clock. A silver hand looks to be the minute hand. ‘What’s happening?’ I ask quietly while looking up. I notice a door along the ceiling. A normal door in that position. Odd. I did what any curious man would do, built a way to get up and reach the door.
The air happened to be getting thin when I stood atop of these broken clocks. The platform I made is a bit unstable. I go to reach for the doorknob but I couldn’t help but to stop after a moment upon hearing a familiar laugh. Walter’s around… Or was he just playing tricks on my mind? Anyway, I get to open the door. I step through the entrance to find myself in a long hallway or was it an alley. I think it was a hallway because clocks from where it starts go all the way down the walls. ‘Walter?’ I call out softly to the air. Nothing… I continue down this hallway. It was completely dark and I got the feeling I was being watched. Not only that, my shoes were stepping in some kind of liquid. I was afraid to know what it was. Water or blood… ‘Henry, come on down. Test your skills!’ That voice called out to me like he was a show host on some sick show. It was Walter though. He likes to tease me….
I pick up the pace in my steps while I go along. I didn’t want to slip and fall into the blood. However, I’m sure that Walter would love for that to happen. A blood covered Henry seems to be to his liking. In my head, the sounds of the Grandfather clock echoes and wails in my ears. I hold my head and continue while I slowed down. I’m sure Walter was getting a laugh out of this. ‘It’s so loud! Turn the sounds down…’ I call out to him desperately. Nothing yet to be heard from Walter. I continue but now jogging towards the end of this hall. The sound of rushing water can now be heard. A loud roar coming from behind me. I now am afraid to turn around to find water rushing in behind and coming to swoop me up. I begin to run now. ‘Walter! Save me from the water!’ I cry out to him in need of help. I rush through some kind of glass like door but it felt like plastic when I went through.
‘What the…’ I whispered to myself noticing I entered somewhere else. I could hear Walter’s laugh all around. There probably wasn’t any rushing waters coming after me in there. I sighed to myself and begin to walk along, now noticing I was on the street again. Walter liked to confuse me too I see. I walk along the sidewalk of where I’m at. My eyes are picking up all around me. I notice now that there are a few people walking along the other side of the street. I stop in my tracks and looks around. A small sign advertising a watch and clock store was to my left. I read the sign ‘Watch and Clock Store’. I heard of this place… The man here was remarkable at his work. Though I never got to see what it was all about… I heard the man died a while back. I keep on coming around when everyone is dying off… I bet Walter has something to do with this.
I walk inside the store and recognize it immediately! This was the upside down room I came to earlier in my dream! It’s now a timid little store and all were placed in their respectful positions along the walls and shelves. I sigh quietly and take a look around the room. There on the one side of the wall! I spot the one clock that happened to be there on the wall when I first came in. Very nice and well-made clocks were all along the walls and shelves. I remembered, I wished I could have gotten out with my clock to give to this man to fix. ‘Don’t worry about a damn clock, Henry… You worry for those around you.’ Comes the voice, Walter standing in front of me. I give a sour look to him but change it while looking over to find the owner of the store. ‘That’s William Gregory. He’s an old man but don’t let the looks fool you.’ Walter adds on while looking too.
‘Did you…’ I begin but I stopped when he nods to me. We look around the shop while the past image with William is working on fixing a clock. ‘Why did you take me through all of that just to get here?’ I asked a bit offended. I really didn’t like the feelings I got when in those other rooms. ‘What? It’s just a bit of dead humor.’ Walter snorts lightly and tips his head to the side. ‘Anyway…this is sixteen years before.’ I blink and look over to him then at William. So…this was sixteen years before this man’s death. I look over to William as I notice the former Walter walk into the store. He’s a bit younger here but you can tell it’s him. Walter watches the scene as well with an interested look. William spots the young man for a moment before working on the one clock. But he did not forget to see this watch the man brought in. The former Walter gives an odd smile before walking out.
William blinks and looks up from the magnifying glass. This watch… I watch the man’s reactions as well. What is wrong with that watch? I walk over to the watch on the counter. William seemed to be giving an unsure look to it. Something wasn’t right about it. The man took the watch up and shuddered instantly. ‘Walter… What is wrong with that watch!’ I spat out at him. Walter only chuckled and pointed to the man. ‘I don’t like this watch for some reason. But…’ William whispers while he looks over it. The man continued to go on about the one clock’s maintenance while the watch sat there. My eyes look to the watch before Walter pulled me back. ‘Ready for a roller coaster ride of your life?’ He whispers to me with an odd sound. ‘This will make you stay up for days again.’ I grunt lightly but let him pull me back.
After a days work and all is done for the day, William turns in and heads off to his place. He closed and locked up the store and now it was time for bed. I watch the scene closely since Walter is telling me this will be crazy. Walter is definitely prepared. He’s smiling big time and waiting. William gets into his bed and settles down for the night. Then something wild did happen! I practically clung to Walter when the dream of William’s melted into my own. It was like a huge slide show but fast! ‘What the hell!’ I call out in shock. There at first, we saw the image of the store turned upside down with that exact same clock upon the wall! Then the next soon came of the wounded cat that is mewing in pain. It’s the one from last night’s dream… The one that the cage fell on top of! Whoa… William is seeing bits of what happened… Right? Walter is laughing to his self, I can hear it. He thinks this is so grand. The next thing we see is the basket of volleyballs from the sporting goods store. I remember it once… I visited there on occasion before getting locked up. I blink for a second and when I opened my eyes again another vision. This time it was of a room in the apartment with the room filled with banners and balloons. A birthday cake on the table… This! This felt familiar. Could it be the one with Eileen?
The last part of the dream dealt with the bar… The billiard ball table with the balls rolling along as if someone were playing… But no one was there. I watch the images and then all goes to dark before William sits up in his bed and sighs. ‘It’s…just a bad dream.’ We hear him say to his self. I give an odd look before nudging Walter. He chuckles to the scene and grins. ‘Fun.’ The scene flashes from the one with William in his room to after that time and point. Walter stands beside me and makes me walk up to the store this time. He’s urging to me to see these scenes. I step inside the store and there is William working on a watch. So it’s normal at the moment… Walter watches closely as his former self comes into the store and pushes William against the wall. ‘Did you have a nice dream that night?’ He mutters to the poor man. I watch in horror, as I know what is about to happen. ‘Fun, isn’t it?’ Walter whispers to me while he watches. The former Walter laughs coldly and plucks the screwdriver from William’s hands. ‘You won’t be needing this any more…’ We listened to the scene and sounds before us.
‘Please! Don’t kill me! You can take anything you want but leave me be!’ Cries out the scared elderly man known as William. The poor man… He did nothing but take the watch those sixteen years ago… He did nothing like Steve! I look over at Walter and whine a little to myself. ‘Why must he die!’ I say in a bit of distress. ‘Shush and watch.’ Walter mutters to me. The former Walter laughs at that and smirks. ‘Oh I will… First I have to make this count.’ He says with a dark tone to his voice. William cries out in pain when the screwdriver is jammed into his stomach. Again and again, Walter stabs the poor man with the screwdriver. He steps back and looks to the dying body of the man. ‘I’ll be taking that heart of yours.’ I growl lowly to myself at the scene and look at Walter. ‘You heartless bastard! Why did you have to kill him?!’ Walter covers my mouth with a hand and watches. He makes me watch the scene as well.
The former Walter uses the screwdriver roughly and pries the old man’s chest cavity apart. He literally ripped through the flesh and had a little trouble with the bones. I get the feeling he’s well known with the body and all the organs inside… The bones give a wet snap when he breaks through each roughly. The former Walter getting blood splattered along his cheek as he reaches in now and pulls the heart from the corpse. ‘Thank you and have a nice day…’ He says before getting up and walking out of the shop. He left the screwdriver there for the police to get it. I look up at Walter instantly and glower. ‘THAT was uncalled for! You killed an elderly man!’ I am a reasonable person but what he did to Mister Gregory was not called for. Walter takes my wrist and pulls me along after he shows me the numbers carved into William’s body. ‘See… Another for my ritual.’
I feel my own heart sink as I look at the dead body. Walter squeezes my wrist and pulls me to him. The man gives me this demanding look while he strokes along under my chin. ‘Henry, it’s time for that piece of heaven…’ I blink and look to him with this ‘You have got to be kidding me’ look. Though he never took no for an answer. Walter kisses my neck for a moment before giving a small bite. ‘Want to receive something?’ He asks him in that way to hint something. I kind of got the hint as well right away. He wanted me to give him head. He pushes me to my knees along the floor and unzips his own pants. ‘Remember, no biting.’ He warns me before taking his own cock out of those pants. Walter strokes along his cock for a minute before pulling my head down to the head of it. ‘Lick.’ I was going to do that but was it needed for him to even…command me?
I use my tongue and lap at the head and all over around it. My tongue trails along the slit along the head. I move my tongue along the underside of the cock and lick along the vein. Walter seems to be enjoying this. He’s giving off a satisfied purr while pushing my head down a little more. ‘Take the head in your mouth.’ He instructs me now and I do it. I am willing at the moment… I guess he doesn’t care. I move my mouth up and lips cup around the head as I begin to suck along the top of his cock. My tongue swirls along there and I continue to lap while he strokes along his cock a bit. Walter uses the one hand and guides my mouth down further. ‘Take more in…’ I grunt a little and begin to bob my head along the selected parts of his cock while my tongue lapped along. I sucked a bit and bobbed along while he held my head there. Walter giving moans of satisfaction.
I go on without his orders and begin to take more of the cock into my mouth. I pick the pace up along his cock while I suck. I use my teeth to gently graze along the skin while I work. He blinks and looks down at me amazed that I would do this. Like I said… I’m not that normal. I take in more while I move my mouth along all of his cock. Walter shudders and gives a low growl of pleasure. He pushes my head down all the on that cock of his. I stop for a moment feeling my throat being choked by the head of his cock. Sheesh! I choke and gag a bit before he lets up. Walter doesn’t stop there it seems. The man takes my head and holds it there while he begins to fuck my mouth. His cock that now is erect fully rams inside my mouth. I feel it go in as the head touches the back of my throat. He must like doing things rough. I want to scream at times while he jerks my head down while he thrusts his cock inside my mouth. Walter gives these odd but nice sounds of pleasure. He gives out moans and groans. ‘Yes! That’s it, Henry! Receive this!’ He calls out in pleasure.
I wanted to tell him to ease up on this but he was going to town with that cock of his. He continues to fuck my mouth ruthlessly and nonstop while he pulls my head down and thrusts up at the same time. I gag a bit each time he thrusts in. It’s like he’s trying to kill me while getting his fix. I shut my eyes now and hope that this doesn’t kill me. ‘Use your mouth, Henry!’ Walter shouts out to me. He continued to fuck my mouth but now he wanted me to suck while he does his half of this. While he thrusts in, I try my best and suck along that cock each time. He thrusts in faster now while giving stifled groans of bliss. Walter mutters something to his self and I couldn’t hear it. What? He shudders and drills his cock inside my mouth. It feels like he’s ramming his cock inside my throat at times. He moans out loudly while he does his work until he slows now to a stop. I realize what is about to happen. I’ll be having my mouth full of his semen. He’ll probably want me to drink it all.
Walter laughs insanely while he arches his hips and pulls my head down onto his cock. The man thrusts a little inside my mouth before he begins to fill my mouth with his vile semen. Yet, I take it and do not give trouble. It’s bliss in its own way. My mouth begins to get full and I let the hot semen fall back down my throat as I take it. He continues to release his semen into my mouth. Each time my mouth would get too full, down the semen went as I swallowed. He finishes up finally and thrusts a few more good times into my mouth. Walter looks down into my eyes and grins. ‘Good?’ I blink but give a slight nod in return. He pulls away and pulls his pants back up. Walter laughs and picks me up now. ‘Good. You give great head, Henry.’ I give a look but cough lightly. ‘…That wasn’t very funny.’
Walter whispers into my ear something I thought I would never hear. ‘I’ll fuck you next time. If you’re good, Henry.’ I look up to him in shock but my cheeks lit on fire, blushing. He wants to fuck me… I wonder how long will that be. I went to say something to him but my eyes pulled open and I lay there on my bed once more. Once again my dreams have stopped right when it gets good. Though I can remember what he just told me. Sitting up in bed, I look up and stare at the ceiling. ‘God… You tease.’ I mutter to myself about Henry. I’m losing myself one step at a time to him…
End of dream five.