Object Of Obsession

4

Jake walked into the fog. He knew this idea was stupid, of course it was, Michael wasn't going to listen but the least he could do was try. He didn't mention the strange hug from last time to Ace, there was no point. "Michael I know you're out here somewhere you creepy dickhead." Jake called into the darkness. Just on cue Michael emerged from the depths of the forest. "Let me guess you where follwing me? Do you even sleep?" Jake put his hands on his hips trying to act as though he totally wasn't terrifed.

He didn't feel the same type of fear from their previous encounters, It was mostly annoyance from the endless stalking and follwing. Michael nodded. Jake wasn't sure if it was to the first or second question but knowing The Shape, it was probably the first. "I wanna talk." Jake sat down on a nearby log, it was freezing and muddy but Jake didn't seem to care, he was far too focused on Michael. The killer walked closer before sitting at an uncomfortable distance from Jake. He was far too close, so close in fact Jake could see the small glint on his eyes through the mask.

Jake scooted away to be a bit more comfortable. Michael kept his hands in his lap, looking at the survivalist with a tilted head and interest in his eyes. "My first question which I've asked multiple times and yet you never awnser... What the hell do you want with me?" Jake turned to face Michael looking annoyed and angry. The raven-haired boy wondered if Michael even cared about the distress he had caused Jake lately. 'Probaly not..' he concluded. Michael's right eye was a dark blue, while the other was a milky white. ' Blind? Wonder how that happened.' The awnser was probably Laurie Strode. Laurie was known for her ability to craft a weapon from nothing and use it to its full advantage.

Michael's hands moving pulled the sabatour from his thoughts. 'I just want you.' Michael signed. Jake wanted to throw up, after everything he'd put Jake through that was what he wanted? "But why Michael? You hurt me, alot.. over and over you killed me and my friends." Jake hissed through clenched teeth. He wanted to punch The Shape but he knew it was probably a bad idea to do twice. Michael shrugged. "You don't know? Seriously?" Jake slammed his fist into the wood, it splintered and stung his now bleeding fist. 'I'm sorry please don't hurt yourself.' Michael signed before he snatched Jakes wrist.

It honestly hurt more than the punch. Michael seemed to notice the pained look on Jake's face and loosened the grip but still didn't let go. Jake hated that he liked this. No one had shown him any attention or affection in years. Sure survivors had their own affairs but no one had ever shown Jake that kind of love. Jake scooted closer to Michael. Michael rubbed his thumb gently across the wounds on his knuckles.

"Thanks for caring." Jake mumbled under his breath in embarrassment. Michael pulled Jake into a tight hug. It felt much better then the last time they had met and Jake couldn't help but hug him back burying his face in his chest. Michael's breathing was heavy as he lovingly rubbed Jake's back. "Oh god if anyone finds out about this we're screwed.." Jakes voice was muffled by Michael's blue coveralls. Michael patted his back encourgenly as a way to tell him it'll be okay.

"I should go back they'll be worried if I'm gone too long." Jake tried to pull away but Michael held him firmly in place. Jake chuckled, "guess you don't care huh?" The sabatour tried once again to pull away. Michael let him go but took his wrist. ' come with me please.' He signed with his open hand. Jake wasn't sure that was what he wanted. "Fine but only for a little bit okay?" Jake sighed looking up at Michael's eyes. Still cold and emotionless. It honestly scared Jake, like a knife to the heart. 'Does he really care?' Jake wasn't sure if wanted him to care or not, did he really want him to go away forever?

Michael stood up pulling Jake with him. After a small walk, Jake guessed 10 minutes. They arrived at a wall, it closely represented the outer walls of trials. Michael squeezed Jake close to him before pulling a key from his pocket and chucking it over the wall. "What was the point of-" Jake was cut off when they suddenly vanished and reappeared in Haddonfeild. "That..." Jake trailed off looking around the gloomy dark map. "Why'd you take me here?" Jake glanced up at Michael, who's only response was pulling Jake close to him by the waist.

"Mine." Michael mumbled from under his mask. Jake had to admit his voice was terrifying, which made sense fitting his entire personaitly. Despite being terrifying, Jake liked it. Michael pulling him by the arm snapped him from his thoughts. "So.. do you live here?" The survivalist asked looking up to Michael's mask. He was always curious of what he looked like without it. Michael shrugged in response. One thing Jake had noticed is Michael had horrible social skills, which was probably from his past as being institutionalized.

After a bit of walking they walked into the Myers house. It was old and a bit rundown to fit the trials eerie aesthetic. 'Of course he'd take me here, this is his house after all.' Jake wasn't too sure why they where here, but he was willing to give Myers a bit of a chance. They walked up the creaky stairs into a dimly lit hallway with three rooms. Michael led him to the middle room. 'This was my room.' Michael signed. Despite knowing how to speak, he seemed to rely heavily on sign language instead. It was dark and cold, a medium sized bed was in the corner with a small desk next to it with a lamp. Across the room was a shuttered closet.

It was clearly a kids room, far too small for the giant that Michael was now. "Nice place." Jake commented as he let go of Michael's hand and walked over to the bed, he plopped down on it and fell back with a deep groan. "Man I haven't been on a bed in years. This feels nice." Jake got used to sleeping on the hard cold ground of the campfire, it didn't bother him anymore but damn, it was comfortable. "Maybe you should let me stay here." The survivalist chuckled half joking yet half serious.

Before he even knew it Michael was sitting next to him. It made Jake jump, Michael was silent and sneaky, scarily so. Jake glanced up at him, the look in Michael's eyes changed, before they where hard and cold, now however they where soft and loving. Jake smiled at him as Michael ran his hands through his hair. He couldn't help but lean into it. It was wrong, he knew it, to enjoy the touch of a ruthless killer, but it was nice to feel wanted by someone..

Michael's Pov

Michael's heart wanted to explode. He had his Obession right in his grasp, Jake was all his. And fuck did he love it. The little sighs and the small smiles that curled on the survivalist's lips made Michael want to hold him tight and never let go. Jake was his, all his and he wasn't willing to share. Michael pulled Jake's head into his lap. Jake was laying down on the bed while Michael was sitting up. "Hey." Jake said softly with his eyes closed. Michael stopped played with his hair, tilting his head to the side he looked down at the survivalist. "What does your face look like?" Jake asked opening his eyes and looking up at Michael with his sweet green eyes.

Michael froze. He wasn't ready for anyone to see him like that, vulnerable and for prying eyes to see. Michael touched his mask, feeling the material of it. 'You want to see?' Michael signed. Jake smiled and nodded "of course, who wouldn't?" Michael couldn't help but blush, the raven-haired boy was all his, only his. Jake sat up reaching his hands towards the mask. Michael allowed Jake to touch it, running his fingers over the cheeks of it. "Can I?" The survivor asked hooking his thumbs under the neck of the mask.

Michael wasn't sure, did he really want him to see his face? He did, but he didn't. 'What if he doesn't like me? What if he thinks I'm ugly?' Michael shoved the intrusive thoughts down. Michael sighed and nodded. That's all Jake needed to hear, slowly he pulled the mask away from his face. "Oh wow..." Jake trailed off, eyes wide and mouth agape. Michael put his hands over his face far too embarrassed to show Jake. "No no no common you look amazing." Jake pulled his hands away. Michaels long blond hair was extremely messy and matted, Jake didn't seem to mind however. "You're pretty Michael." Jake commented, green eyes flicking over his entire face. A red blush spread across his face. "Shush.." Michael rasped, embarrassed. Michael pulled Jake close to him, laying down with him firmly wrapped in his arms. They laid cuddling for a while before Michael drifted off to sleep, still holding his obsession.