A small smirk graced Lucas' pale pink lips as he woke the next morning, opening his coffin door and climbing out. He stretched a bit before moving into the next room, his gaze falling upon the sleeping boy in his bed. He didn't hesitate before going to his dresser and sifting through the contents, retrieving several ropes, toys, lube, and a blindfold. He moved as quietly as he could, so as not to wake Evan. He set everything on the bed beside the boy's limp form, tearing off the blond's clothes in a few swift movements, the tattered remains falling to the floor. Evan still hadn't woken up, and Lucas' smirk grew even more malicious as he tied each of his wrists and ankles to the four bed posts, suddenly glad that he'd remembered to bring rope with him. "Pretty boy..." he cooed, pressing a kiss to Evan's temple. "Wake up."