Free Me (Yandere Male x Male Reader)

How? (EDITED/CORRECTIONS MADE)

~~~Nathan's POV~~~

As the morning sun shone through my bedroom window I lay awake, lazily tucked into my covers. It was the morning after the night I took my (Y/N) for myself, the very thought of the one and only I yearned for most over anything and ANYONE in the world was just right next door to my bedroom...

A rather warm blush plastered my cheeks, and embarrassingly enough I could feel myself getting aroused under the sheets. I could hardly contain myself just from the thought of him.

Hesitantly, I reached a singular hand under the covers and into my skin tight undergarments. A satisfied exhale left my lips, my eyes half lidded as I began to pleasure myself.

"(Y/N)... (Y/N)~💗"

I repeated his name over and over in my mind as if it were an addictive melody, until I finally reached my limit, my toes curling and my back arching as my mind and body entered a state of pure and utter bliss.

I hummed a soft tune with a cheeky smile on my face as I approached (Y/N)'s door. I held a tray full of freshly made breakfast I prepared for him, with of course all of his favorite foods he'd love to eat. I gave a gentle warning knock before turning the knob to open the door.
To my surprise, (Y/N) sat wide awake on the bed, who didn't seem to be very fond of the binds tightly holding his wrists and ankles. Once noticing I was there, (Y/N) threw me an unsatisfactory expression, but I approached him nonetheless.

~~~Your POV~~~

"G-Good morning (Y/N). Did you sleep okay?"
I narrowed my eyes at the question and examined the appetizing tray of food Nathan was holding in his hands.

"I didn't get any sleep, I was too busy trying to get out of these cuffs you've got me in."
Nathan sat the tray down at the foot of my newly assigned bed, seeming distraught by my answer. "Y-You know very well I can't take those off of you and leave you unsupervised. For all I know, you'd try to escape."

I decided to stay silent, seeing as he was 100% correct. I mean he kidnapped me, why wouldn't I try to leave?

My parents must be worried sick...and Leon, too. I was supposed to meet him today...

I felt my heart sink in my chest as I began to realize what type of situation I was really in. Escaping wasn't going to be easy.

Nathan examined my body language, only sighing due to how obvious it looked.
"But... Soon enough everything will be alright."

"Huh?"
I curiously watched as Nathan pulled out a small silver key from his back pocket. Leaning down before me, he used the key to easily unlock the cuffs that were previously binding my wrists/ankles together.
I gave Nathan a confused look, which only he retaliated with a friendly smile.
"Even though it's kinda obvious you'll try to leave... I do love you, and with love comes trust."
I felt my cheeks warm up from Nathan's honest choice of words as he placed the tasty looking tray of food—Which was surprisingly everything I've always liked since elementary—upon my lap. I eyed Nathan, who decided to help himself onto the bed, criss-crossed across from me.
"Now, eat up before your food gets cold~ I made everything just how you like it."

Hesitating for a quick moment, I finally picked up the fork that sat neatly aligned with a silver spoon and a butter knife. I then dug my fork into one of the pancakes; they were soft, so I was easily able to cut through it without the help of the knife.

Nathan slowly leaned forward, watching my every move with a smile on his slightly plumped lips. Not gonna lie, it made me kind of uncomfortable...but nonetheless I took a bite. My eyes widened at an instant.

...I was honestly speechless. It tasted way better than the my Mom's cooking, and that's really saying something.

"W-Wow... it's-... This is actually really good, Nathan."
Nathan's face lit up completely as I anxiously took another bite of the pancakes, cutting the cakes into bite sized pieces and wolfing them down almost instantaneously.

"I-I'm glad! You have no idea how happy that makes me~... But please slow down, you might choke..." My eyes quickly darted in Nathan's direction as I realized my mouth was completely stuffed, earning a cute giggle from him as he handed me the glass of (Favorite drink) that sat on the edge of the tray.

Not before long, my plate was just about stainless once I was finished eating everything else. Huffing a satisfactory sigh, I laid down flat on the bed, shifting from side to side until I finally felt comfortable. "Thanks for the meal, I guess."

Nathan, who was still seated at the foot of the bed nodded before neatly stacking the dishes onto the tray. "Anything for you, (Y/N)~... Now let me just get these dishes out of your way, I'll be back in a moment."
And with that, Nathan turned and left the room with the tray full of dishes.

After a good moment of zoning out I decided to actually take of look at my surroundings upon the bedroom. I couldn't help but notice the fact that the room didn't have any windows. It was also rather empty, hence only having a bed, a small nightstand with a lamp, and a maroon dresser that was about the height of a broom, and of course the walls were painted a bright pink, or the same hue as Nathan's hair to be exact.

Seeing that Nathan still hadn't gotten back from the kitchen I figured I should use this time to at least explore the room a bit. After sliding off the bed, my first line of curiosity led to the dresser. I didn't notice before, but there was a rectangular shaped box that sat perfectly centered at the top of the dresser. Double checking the entrance to the bedroom one last time, without hesitation I grabbed the box. It was rather light for its size, almost as if it didn't have anything inside. I sat down on the floor with it on my lap and slowly opened it, my eyes widening completely as my eyes laid upon the square object inside.

There it was, what I had lost all those years ago...Or I should say Leon lost: My old Nintendo Pokémon Mini game console.

"No fucking way. This has GOT to be some sort of mistake..."

I quickly took the hand held device out of the box and examined the backside of the object. My initials were written in permanent black marker, and it was MY writing. There was no mistaking it, this is my Pokémon game that Leon lost in that ditch... but how in God's name did it find its way here?

Ironically, Nathan just so happened to step in at the right moment. Our eyes quickly locking as soon as I became aware of his presence, a rather deafening silence falling between the two of us.

I held up the game in one hand, a stern expression on my face. "Yeah, I'm going to need you to explain yourself."