Who Says

Pete was sleeping silently, as he usually did, his emotions apparent on his face. He was dreaming of something unpleasant, something that made his pretty features grimace in agony.
The door to Pete's dorm room creaked open, and Gary crept in, heavy boots th-thumping as he approached the sleeping boy's bed. He had been unable to sleep, and was, after becoming tired of his hand-held videogame, bored. His first thought was to leave the dorm completely, but he wasn't in the mood to be interrogated by the adults that watched over the school. Plus, there was little to nothing to do outside of the grounds, and the gates locked after twelve.
Peter stirred, and Gary froze, continuing on after the smaller male stilled again. He was at the bed, looming dangerously in his costume, his once-bland features twisting into a sadistic grin. Gary knelt as quietly as he could onto the mattress, but the springs creaked in protest, and Pete was awake.
The brunette's eyes snapped open, and his mouth widened in an attempt to scream that was thwarted by Gary's hand. The older of the two smiled wider and leaned in towards the other, teeth flashing maliciously in the light from the shadeless window.
"Hush there, Petey. I couldn't sleep. Hope you understand." At this, the younger squirmed violently. Gary was a well-known sadist, and Peter was rightfully frightened.
"Now Petey," Gary whispered, "I'm gonna remove my hand, and you're gonna stop squirming and stay quiet. Nod if you understand."
Peter turned white, his eyes widened, and he froze, breath shallow through his nose. He nodded without meaning, knowing that if Gary were any closer he would have started shivering uncontrollably. Gary had the fiercest, wildest eyes, beautiful and spiteful at the same time. They looked through Pete, dug into him, stabbed and tore and made the scarred boy charismatic and damn near irresistible.
"Good boy." Gary said, and he pulled his hand away, as promised. One leg swung over Pete's torso, Gary sitting on his stomach.
"I'm bored, and was hoping that you could provide some entertainment. Whadd'ya say?" Pete wasn't listening; he was preoccupied with what the other teen was wearing.
Gary was dressed as a military officer, only instead of blue, green, or camouflage, he wore a wonderful deep black. His costume, strange as it was, was aesthetically pleasing; demanding authority, fitting, and slimming.
"You like it? It's my Halloween costume. Thought I'd wear it early, just for fun." Gary had noticed that the smaller male was eying, which meant that he was staring. Violet overpowered Peter's face, and he averted his eyes. Even so, he could feel those lovely optics burning little holes into the side of his head.
"What is it, eh Petey? Do you like it a bit too much? Would you like to…" Gary paused, resting his hands on either side of the younger male's head and leaning in closely enough for Pete to feel his breath on his skin.
"…Take it off of me?"
Pete's face reddened furiously. God, he did want to, he wanted to tear it off of him, to forget the buttons and zippers and yank the stubborn fabric away with his teeth. He wanted to leave marks with clawed fingers and a salivating mouth, to struggle with the older teen, to challenge that smug grin and those inhuman eyes in the only way he knew how. He was staring again.
"Then do it, Petey. If you don't want to, I understand, but if you do, feel free. I won't tell anyone, promise."
'This is a bad idea.' Peter thought to himself, but his hands would not listen. They pulled themselves out from under the blanket, his fingers fumbling with the first button of Gary's jacket, and his grin suddenly dropped. Pete's already shallow breath hitched, then quickened, and his blood pounded in his ears. The next button was easier, the third even more so, and he was able to pull the coat carefully off of Gary's shoulders. Peter then worked at the shirt under it, pulling the buttons through the holes tediously. Gary wasn't having that, and he swatted Pete's hands away before he could undo the fourth one.
"You're making me anxious." He snapped, and then yanked his shirt carelessly from where it had been tucked into his pants and over his head. Peter's blood left his face.
Timid fingers reached out and trailed a line down Gary's chest, stopping at his navel. Gary was slender but still muscular, and his skin was flawless, save the occasional scar. The brunette touched one, and Gary shivered suddenly.
"All right, you've undressed me. What now?"
"I don't know." He knew, and he hated himself for the obvious lie.
With a sudden movement, Gary shifted himself from Peter's stomach to his groin and ground sadistically.
"What should I do with this?"
Pete buckled and gasped, grabbing out his hands wildly. He was aroused, and Gary somehow knew.
"Christ! Don't do that!" Pete hissed through clenched teeth, and Gary chuckled lightly.
"What, this?" And he ground again, forcing the younger to arch his back and wriggle his hips.
"Goddamn you, Gary!"
"Why? You like it." Replied the teen, grinding again and laughing his deranged laugh.
"Yes, but I know you're just playing with me. You'll stop, I know you will." Peter was fairly proud of his speech, but his eyes were locked on the other male's torso.
"Who says?"
"Gary, you know this is immoral. Why on earth are you even-" Peter was cut off mid-sentence, letting out a hissing noise when Gary reach up his pajama shirt and drew his nails down his back.
It hurt just enough to be thrilling, the pain adding to the euphoria rising in his groin. In response to the dainty male's noise, Gary brought his mouth to where Peter's neck met his shoulder and bit down. Pete mewled and clawed at the older teen's shoulders.
"See? That's appropriate conversation." Gary hissed into his companion's ear, making him shiver before he bit down and sucked at the already-bruised flesh of Pete's throat.
The two boys rocked, clawing and biting and moaning in a violent showing of affection. Through the blankets, through their clothing, very little skin actually touching, they felt each other. Their pulses matched, a furious pounding in their ears, their breathing erratic. Peter came first, sucking in a long breath to hold back a scream, Gary stopping to watch the younger male lapse completely.
When Pete finally stopped convulsing and fell limp below Gary, he smirked and chuckled darkly.
"I'm not done yet, Petey. How are you going to rectify this situation?"
Looking up at the older teen, he finally remembered his well-placed dread, and his stomach twisted.
"Wh-what do you want me to do?" It was stupid. There was no end to the horrible things Gary could - and probably would - do.
"You know exactly what I want you to do, don't you?" The scarred teen snarled, and Peter's heart thumped hard in his chest despite the crash of his orgasm.
"No- no, I won't let you-"
"You didn't actually expect that I'd be this nice, did you?"
That was true; Peter hadn't expected the kindness, and if it could be used as a bargaining chip, it might be worth it.
"What do I get?" The smaller male tried, squirming under the sheets.
"Bargaining, are we? How about protection? You let me fuck you, I make sure nobody bothers you." Gary replied, a dangerous smile on his face.
Timidly, Peter nodded, and Gary hopped off the bed. The youngest kicked the blanket away and began unbuttoning his pajama shirt with the same frightened uncertainty he had undressed Gary with. Pete could see the anxiety in Gary's face, the sadist shuffling his feet and biting his lip when the shirt was off and he fumbled with the string of his pants. When the knot was undone, Gary wouldn't wait any longer, and the tediousness off the situation was making his smile fade to an angry grimace. Teeth showing and muscles tense, Gary pinned down the younger boy's arms, forcing a surprised yelp out of him. He wrapped his hand over both of the teen's thin wrists and used the other one to grope him aggressively. Peter's look of horror melted into pleasure when the prodding hand snaked into his pants, rubbing then stroking with a little more force than had been expecting. When he was hard again, mewling with need, Gary pulled away, yanking Peter's pants and underwear with him.
"Suck it." The older of the two ordered, and Peter looked up, confused.
"Suck it or I go in dry."
There was a sudden realization, and Peter's inner voice spoke past the haze of sexual need, telling him how wrong this was, how much he would regret it, but he didn't listen. Instead, he sat up and pulled Gary's slender hips towards him. He had never even kissed anybody before that night, let alone given a blow job, and his heart was in his throat. The stern look that Gary was giving him didn't help in the least, but he wouldn't back down for fear of him keeping his promise. It wasn't as though the scarred boy was above doing that.
Peter wasn't tedious this time, unzipping and pulling it out almost eagerly. He licked, trying the taste, and when he felt hands lacing through his hair, he opened his mouth, taking Gary in a best he could. When he pulled away, Gary growled unhappily, shoving his head and thrusting his hips forward. Tears welled up in Peter's eyes, and he made a pitiful noise, sucking nonetheless.
"Enough." Gary huffed, yanking the younger teen away by his head and pulling him into a standing position. He turned Pete away from him, grabbing onto the back of his neck, then pressed himself at his entrance.
"Gah- I don't-"
"Shut up and take it." Snapped the other male, and he thrust in mercilessly.
Pain shot through the younger's body, and he yelped into his mattress, nails digging hopelessly into the crumpled sheets, and Gary thrust again. Gary was huffing and growling every once in a while, his hand rested on the other teen's hip as he fucked him, pulling him back with every thrust. The first few times, it was agony, but then euphoria flushed Peter's body, and the sharp noises intensified.
"Jesus- you're-" nails scraped down a pale back, leaving contrastingly red lines "You're loud."
Pete was pushing against the other boy's rhythms now, every intrusion hitting his prostate - hard. His hand found its way to his crotch.
"You must like it." hissed the scarred teen, and he leaned over to bite down on the nape of Peter's neck.
Suddenly, and with an almost violent force, the youngest came, tightening and mewling, forcing the other to do the same. Peter collapsed on his bed, knees hitting the floor, and - shaken - Gary collapsed over him. They both sucked in air greedily, unaware of their surroundings.
After a while, Gary finally stood, Peter flopping to the floor, no longer having something there to support him.
"Thanks, Petey."
Peter was too tired and ashamed to speak. He only managed the strength to pull himself onto the bed and curl his knees to his chest. The sadist left after dressing, a sharp smirk on his damaged face.
"We should do this some other time."