God's Confectorium - Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
by ericasaur
It’s been seven hours. Seven hours of them mentally running through the hundreds of reasons why this is a horrible, horrible idea. And there’s still five hours to go until they get there.
But there’s no turning back now. It’s been decided - they’re going to do this, no matter how many stories they’ve heard and no matter how much they believe those stories to be true.
Ryan looks over at Brendon from the passenger seat, noticing the way his knuckles are visibly white from clutching the steering wheel so hard. For about the fiftieth time, Ryan wishes they didn’t have to do this. He knows how worried Brendon already is, and Ryan would be lying if he said he wasn’t feeling the same.
He thinks back to a month ago, when everything was still normal and perfect, and he never had a reason to worry about anything.
He and Brendon had seen Jon and Spencer off at the airport, giving them one last goodbye hug and waving to them as they boarded their plane. He remembers how incredibly happy he was for the both of them, and how crazy it was that he’d introduced them four years before then, never thinking that four years later he’d be standing and watching as they took off for their honeymoon.
Of course, he didn’t find out until the next day that Jon and Spencer had chosen Silent Hill for their honeymoon.
At first, Ryan was unperturbed. He knew that Jon’s inner artist craved all things unusual and extraordinary - and Silent Hill definitely qualified. Jon had apparently wanted to photograph the place for years now, and Spencer’s always been incredibly supportive of Jon’s photography, so they went. It wasn’t until Ryan told Brendon where they’d gone that he started to become anxious about the whole thing.
Brendon knows all about Silent Hill. His mother grew up there, and from what she’s told him, everyone that lived there was evacuated when some kind of underground fire starting burning, making it unsafe for all inhabitants. But that’s not the worst part.
It’s what happened after the evacuation that has Brendon terrified to even think about the place.
So when Ryan told him that Spencer and Jon had gone there, Brendon didn’t take it well. He told Ryan about how the place was a supposed ‘hell on earth’ and how anybody would be crazy to willingly go there. That’s when Ryan started worrying.
Fast forward three weeks to Brendon crying and Ryan trying to comfort him. Jon and Spencer were only supposed to be gone a week, and they’d been gone for three. After four days, they stopped being able to get in touch with them. Something was wrong; Ryan could feel it. They spent the next week trying to figure out what to do. Ryan wanted to just call the cops, but Brendon was convinced they wouldn’t be any help. See, Brendon’s always been the most selfless person Ryan’s ever known. He cares too much about everybody else and not enough about himself, and that’s why Ryan has to take care of him - because if he didn’t, nobody would.
So as much as Brendon hated the very thought of Silent Hill, it surprised Ryan when he suggested they go there to find their best friends. Ryan agreed easily enough, and the next week they left.
Now, as Ryan sits in the car watching Brendon drive, he’s more terrified than ever. He has no idea what’s supposed to be so awful about the town, but even just knowing that it’s closed-off with a fire still burning underground - even that’s scary enough. He can’t even imagine it; a whole town, empty, silent. The name’s fitting now.
Brendon sighs again - he’s been doing it a lot for the past few hours - and Ryan hates that they have to do this. He places a hand on Brendon’s thigh, smiling comfortingly when he looks over.
They’re both tired, just looking for a motel to stop at now. It’s not until around ten minutes later that they finally spot one. It’s a run-down looking place, tiny and cheap. It’s not like they’re concerned much with luxuries right now though.
Ryan ambles over to the receptionist, filling out the necessary information for their room and waiting for her to find the right key. “Hey,” he says quietly. “We’re looking for Silent Hill, do you know if we’re headed in the right direction?” he asks, and he’s not imagining it when he sees all the color drain from the girl’s face.
“Why would you want to go there?” she asks incredulously, handing Ryan his key. He glances back at Brendon who is looking pale-faced, very much like the girl.
“We’re looking for our friends,” Ryan mumbles.
“You really, really shouldn’t go there,” the receptionist nearly whispers, her eyes wide. “It’s not… safe.”
“How do you mean?” Ryan wonders.
“Ry,” Brendon says tiredly, grabbing his arm. “Come on, let’s just go.” Ryan gives one last glance to the shocked girl before following Brendon back outside and toward their room.
“I have a really bad feeling about this,” Ryan says when they’re in their room. Brendon freezes in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth.
“We have to. I know they’re still there. Something’s wrong, Ryan,” Brendon stresses, finishing the buttons and letting his shirt fall to the ground.
“I know,” Ryan says, rubbing his hands over his eyes and slipping his own shirt off. “And we’re going to find them, okay? All I’m saying is that I’ve had this sense of like… dread ever since we left.” And Ryan usually listens to his gut. It’s something he’s always been adamant about with himself. But this time is different, and he’s ignoring the overwhelming urge to turn around and leave, and the dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach is something he’s never experienced before.
“Hey,” Brendon says softly when Ryan can’t seem to relax, the tension clear on his face. Brendon walks over to Ryan and leans his head on his shoulder. “We’ll be fine. We’ll find them and leave and be done with it,” he says. Ryan appreciates the encouragement, but he can hear that Brendon himself doesn’t fully believe what he’s saying.
“Yeah,” Ryan says anyway, sighing before taking his pants and boxers off and dragging Brendon down onto the bed. “In a week we’ll have forgotten all about this,” he mumbles against Brendon’s neck, curling into him.
He just really wishes that he believed that.
“I’m just scared,” Brendon sighs, turning to face Ryan. “I feel like we’re in the opening scene of a horror movie.” He laughs but it’s far from a happy sound. Ryan just - he really hates hearing Brendon sound like that.
“Hey, let’s not think about it, okay?” Ryan suggests, wrapping a protective arm around Brendon and pulling him close. Brendon groans pathetically.
“I can’t ‘not think about it’; it’s all I can think about.”
Ryan rolls over on top of him, leaning down and kissing him lightly. “Well then I’ll just have to give you something else to think about, huh?” he suggests playfully. He figures they could use some carefree time to mess around while they still have it. Brendon smiles shyly, casting his eyes down and placing his hands on the small of Ryan’s back.
“You could try,” he shrugs, raising an eyebrow. Ryan smiles and kisses him again, sliding his hands up Brendon’s stomach to rest on his chest.
“You need to relax is all,” Ryan murmurs, placing open-mouthed kisses down Brendon’s neck and across his collarbone. Brendon ‘mmm’s, smiling when Ryan continues to kiss downward.
He licks over Brendon’s bellybutton briefly, causing Brendon to squeak a little in surprise, but Ryan only looks up at him through his lashes before pulling his boxers down. Brendon exhales softly and closes his eyes at the teasing touch of Ryan’s hand. Ryan places a firm hand on Brendon’s hips, because he tends to buck up, and he runs his hand along Brendon’s length a few times until he’s fully hard before leaning down and licking a neat line up his cock.
Brendon shudders, fisting his hands in Ryan’s hair, and Ryan wraps his lips around the tip of his cock, sucking shallowly a few times and smiling when Brendon starts making impatient noises, pulling his hair. So Ryan slides his mouth down as far as he can, flattening his tongue and sucking harder.
“Ry,” Brendon breathes, biting his lip and shutting his eyes tight. His hands unconsciously tighten in Ryan’s hair and his back arches off the bed a little. And maybe it’s not the healthiest thing to distract yourself from your problems with sex, but it’s definitely effective.
Ryan allows his jaw to loosen, relaxing enough to take Brendon in deeper. He bobs up and down smoothly, his tongue dragging along agonizingly slow and driving Brendon insane. Brendon’s hips roll along with the movements of Ryan’s mouth, as much as Ryan’s grip will allow him to.
“Mm, feels so good,” Brendon murmurs, sounding a little short of breath. As loud and hyperactive as Brendon always is on a daily basis, Ryan had expected him to be the same in bed, but he was surprised when they slept together for the first time and Brendon barely made a sound. Ryan keeps track of it now, of every sound Brendon makes, every time his breath hitches the slightest bit, and he always makes it his goal to get him to make as much noise as possible.
So when Ryan slides his mouth down again, tracing patterns on the underside of Brendon’s cock with his tongue, Brendon moans - and it’s soft, quiet - but it still sends a shiver down Ryan’s spine to hear it, making him rut his hips into the mattress. Brendon tugs on Ryan’s hair again, because he knows that Ryan loves it, he knows that it makes him more enthusiastic. Ryan speeds up his movements, desperate to get Brendon off now and see if he can make him louder.
Brendon’s cock slides easily in and out of his mouth, wet from his saliva and making obscene noises every time Ryan swallows him down. Even though Brendon usually bottoms, Ryan is kind of a slut for sucking him off. It’s probably his favorite thing to do for Brendon.
“So close,” Brendon pants, looking down at Ryan and biting his lip. Ryan could almost come just from looking at his face; his sex hair and blown pupils, his lips red and shiny. He does what he knows Brendon loves - he pulls back until only the head of his cock is still in his mouth and he sucks slowly, running his hand along the shaft. And Ryan elicits a loud moan from him when his hips jerk and he comes, whimpering as he rides it out.
Ryan swallows around him, tasting the bitterness on his tongue when he pulls off. Brendon immediately pulls him down, kissing him. The kiss is hot and wet and sloppy with Ryan thrusting his cock against Brendon’s hip. Brendon wraps his arms around Ryan, pushing his hips up and helping Ryan get that perfect friction he wants. Ryan moans, dropping his head to Brendon’s neck and finding a spot to suck on while he continues to rub against him.
And Brendon always likes to make Ryan feel good, so he slides a hand between them, making a fist around Ryan’s cock and letting him thrust into it. Ryan bites down on Brendon’s neck and comes, knowing he wasn’t going to last very long. “Fuck, Brendon,” he moans, still thrusting shallowly as the pleasure sends tingles throughout him.
He collapses against Brendon’s side, burrowing into him and breathing heavily. “God,” he groans, causing Brendon to laugh a little. He pulls the blanket around them, wrapping his arm around Ryan.
It’s quiet for a while, and Ryan’s just about to fall asleep when Brendon mumbles a tentative, “Love you.” He’s always been shy about saying it.
“I love you too,” Ryan smiles. He kisses Brendon’s cheek and sighs back against him. Brendon focuses on the feeling of Ryan’s heartbeat and remembers to just breathe.
* * *
The next morning is awful for Ryan. Mostly because he wakes up having completely forgotten where he is. His mind only registers that it’s early and he’s lying beside Brendon. He moves closer to him, wrapping his arms around him and smiling to himself. But then he frowns at the uncomfortable bed he’s lying on, so different from his and Brendon’s heaven-like bed at home. Then he remembers where he is and why he’s there, and that dread is back, and it feels twice as awful after being filled with a sense of happiness for a split second.
Brendon makes a soft sound, rousing from his sleep, and yawns against Ryan’s hair. “Morning,” he says around his yawn, smiling lazily. Ryan gives him a small smile back and kisses him briefly. He can tell when Brendon registers where he is as well, that smile falling off his face like it was never there. “Guess we should get going,” he mumbles.
Ryan checks them out, noticing how the receptionist watches them leave anxiously, obviously wanting to say something to convince them to turn around and never come back.
Ryan really just wishes the drive wasn’t so long. It’s the suspense that’s killing him, mostly; that never-ending sense of fear at what’s awaiting them, not knowing what to expect. It’s all he can think about. All he knows is that everything he’s ever heard about Silent Hill has been bad. People just… they die there.
Brendon hates that this is his and Ryan’s first road trip together. They’d always wanted to take one, but this is never what they had in mind. He wonders if they’ll ever even get to go on one now, and it scares him that he’s having thoughts like that.
As if reading his mind, Ryan reaches over and takes Brendon’s hand, lacing their fingers together and giving him that look that Brendon knows means ‘I love you.’ He tries to return it but the worry won’t leave his mind.
The five hours pass by quicker than Ryan expected. Before he knows it they’re passing a sign that reads ‘Silent Hill - 5 mi.’
It’s snowing, Ryan notices, seeing the white decorating the road more and more as they get closer. It’s almost like he can feel the dead air, like a sense of knowing that nobody is here. It’s a terrifying feeling.
Brendon stops the car and turns it off as they approach a big sign - ‘Welcome to Silent Hill’. Ryan swallows around the lump in his throat. They’re here. They’re really doing this.
“Are you ready?” Brendon asks, his voice coming out a little shaky. Ryan takes a deep breath, nodding, and Brendon goes to crank the car again - except it won’t turn back on. Brendon frowns, turning the key in the ignition again and getting a sinking feeling when the car sputters pathetically and stops. “What the fuck?” he asks, looking at Ryan. “It was just working fine.”
Ryan has never been superstitious, ever. He’s a renowned skeptic. But he has a horrible feeling that their car isn’t the problem here. “I guess we could just… walk,” he sighs, unbuckling his seatbelt while Brendon reluctantly does the same.
The minute Ryan steps out of the car, he shivers. Not because of the cold - because this feeling of just- isolation hits him. Brendon walks over to him and Ryan grabs his hands when he sees how scared he looks. “Hey, we’re gonna be okay,” he smiles, pulling him close and kissing his forehead. “Okay?” Brendon nods but doesn’t look convinced.
They start walking along the road hand in hand, making footprints in the thin layer of snow beneath their feet. A snowflake lands on Ryan’s cheek, and he brings his hand to his face to wipe it off, but when he pulls his hand back, there’s black on his fingertips. He scrunches his eyebrows, wiping off another flake that lands on him and smudging it between his fingers… so that it turns dark grey. He stops walking.
“What the fuck?” he says, smearing all the snow on him, seeing it all turn grey. Brendon’s eyes widen as he watches. “It’s - it’s ashes,” Ryan says incredulously, inspecting the substance on his skin. “They’re ashes.” He looks up at Brendon, eyes wide and confused. “How is that even possible?” He turns his gaze to the sky where there are numerous flakes falling steadily.
“I- I don’t know,” Brendon’s voice rings out small and hollow. Ryan stumbles forward, continuing their walk into the town. He can see it now, the small buildings and abandoned cars.
“There’s - there’s nobody,” Brendon says, looking around when they start to approach the main part of town. He grabs Ryan’s hand and pulls him closer. “This is so creepy.”
“God, I knew it was an abandoned town but… this is so weird,” Ryan agrees. He sounds kind of out of it, not really over the fact that there are ashes falling from the sky.
“Where the hell are Spencer and Jon?” Brendon mumbles to himself, looking at the rundown buildings and the debris filling the streets.
“Hey, look,” Ryan says, pulling Brendon by the hand over to an old-fashioned looking street map, one of the kinds that are on those plastic displays. How old is this town?
“Jack’s Inn,” Brendon says, pointing to a dot on the map not too far away from where they are. “A motel. Maybe Spence and Jon are there?” he suggests, trying not to sound too hopeful.
“Yeah, maybe,” Ryan says, memorizing the roads they need to take to get there. As he’s looking, a noise behind him makes him jump.
“Ryan,” Brendon whimpers, holding onto him. Ryan spins around, peering at the car across the street from them. Something moves underneath the car and Ryan’s heartbeat doubles.
Whatever he was expecting, it wasn’t this.
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A/N: written by ericasaur, please leave comments and let us know what you think! :)