Dan's POV:
"Daniel, love, we're home," I hear from my mother who sounds unreasonably nervous.
"Okay," I say quietly.
Opening my eyes, I get out of the car and grab my backpack.
I let my mom go in first, then turn around to close the door.
When I face my mother, suddenly I know why she's nervous. Somehow, Phil and Mr.Howell beat us home. They were in the living room sitting on the couch.
"Hello. I hope you don't mind. We put the kettle on," Phil says kindly.
There's a something like menacing glow to his eyes, which usually is filled with innocence and shyness.
My mother sits down, across from them, remaining silent.
I sit down beside her and try to breath steadily. However all of that goes to shit when I see the gun resting in Phil's lap.
Phil's POV:
"So first things first," I put the gun up and shoot Ms.Howell in the head.
Her brain goes all over the couch and Dan.
In shock Dan barfs all over his shirt and pants.
"If you scream, you die," Dan's father says.
Muffled cries escape Dan's mouth through the continuous vomiting.
"Give me the gun Phil," Dan's father says.
I turn to him and raise the gun to his head,"Yeah, no. I never liked you much anyway you tawt."
"You faggot, you like cock to much to kill a man," he spits.
"That doesn't make any sense!" I laugh mechanically, then shoot him in the head.
I turn to Dan and smile,"There love. I got rid of him."
"Get...rid of...yourself...you monster!" He yells exhaustedly.
My smile is suddenly is replaced with a frown. I set down the gun on Dan's now dead father and stand next to Dan.
"Let's go get you washed up," I say firmly gripping his wrist.
Dan's POV:
They're dead. Both of them. Killed by the man I thought was the love of my life. And this all because a girl put a flower in my hair.
Covered in vomit and blood, I walk with Phil to the bathroom. I'm in so much shock I can't seem to process anything.
He sits me down on the toilet and starts the water for a bath. He helps me peel the unhygentic clothes of my body.
I'm afraid to do anything because I don't know what he'll do.
I sit in the bath like a helpless two year old.
"You look so hot baby," Phil murmers in my ear as he washes my hair.
"I know it's hard dealing with your parents," he says when he helps me dry off.
He covers my eyes and leads me down the hall. He sits me on a bed and I hear his pants unzipping.
"Keep your eyes closed," he says softly. "I'll be right back."
I do as I'm told, and I sit in silence waiting for his return.
"Okay you can open them," he whispers.
My father's carcass lies in front of me, along with a knife and a scarf.
"What do you want me to do with this?" I ask, gesturing towards the body and objects.
"I want you to de-limb him. I brought the scarf for something else."
He walks me through everything. Vomiting occasionally, I remove his limbs. Finally he tells me to cut off my father's penis. I vomit once more, surprised there's anything left.
I do it, reluctantly, and look up at Phil.
"Now for the scarf," he begins.
Phil's POV:
I take off my shirt, leaving me in my boxers. Seeing Dan on his hands and knees...regardless of what he was doing...it was so hot.
I pick up Mr.Howell's cock and tell Dan to open wide.
Dan's POV:
"Open up wide, love!" Phil smiles, holding the dismembered penis.
I do as I'm told and deep throat the piece of flesh.
Even though it was my father's somehow, I was very turned on. I unintentionally moan, causing Phil to drop it. He pulls down his trousers and puts his member into my mouth.
It feels like old times. To push aside the memories of trauma that only occurred moments ago, I do what I used to.
Stroking his inner thighs, licking his shaft and slowly allowing the head to go to the back of my throat. Him bucking into my mouth, his moaning that is anything but innocent.
Is this a good idea? Is this okay?
Cum fills my mouth, and its so familiar. It bring me back to that moment in 2009 when I felt so safe; so secure.
Phil's POV:
I watch Dan as he deep throats me. He remembered everything I liked. Somehow this time was different. It felt more connected.
Once I rode out my orgasm, I pick up Dan and put him on the bed.
I do everything I know he wants. He never said anything. The only noise that came from either of us was moans. When he came he reached for the scarf but I took it out of his hand.
"Oh Daddy...mm god Phil..,"partially moans, partially screams out.
When everything is all said and done, I tuck him underneath the covers and say,
"Bear, dinner is ready," as I watch his eyes flutter shut, remembering the night before it all happened.
A small smile appears on his face, as though he knows what I'm referencing.
"Okay."
"We can stay here and cuddle if you want," I mimick from what seems like so long ago.
"Okay," he stays burying his head once again under my chin.
I pray silently to let this case of deja vu come true and bring us back to that night. I want to start it all over again. I don't want the little girl to put the flower in Dan's hair. I just want to have things back to the way they were.
But I killed his parents, made him dismember his father, and I cheated on him. And yet, somehow, I find myself in a safe place, with him by my side.
My final thoughts that night were, Is this a good idea? Is this okay?
