Licking our Wounds

Chapter 14

Steve looked down at his hands.

What had he done?

Billy was proud of him.

That felt... odd.. yet good?

Steve dropped to his knees as he watched Billy, he picked up the knife and continued to stab the man on the floor. Steve was shaking.

What was Billy doing?

What had he done? Why had he done it?

It wasnt rational was it?

Killing someone because they bullied a kid you babysit and care about?

It wasn't like he was a mother, the child wasn't his.

Yet Billy had praised him for doing it, praised him for causing the wound.

Billy moved in a way that indicated he did this often. That this wasn't his first murder. Billy finally dropped the boy with a grin, walking towards Steve with a smile on his face. Both of their hands bloodied. Billy lowered himself slowly to his knees, cupping Steve's face in his hands. "It's okay my love, you did wonderful. I'm so proud of you. Look at you."

Steve was crying as Billy peppered his face in kisses. Bloody finger prints were left on his cheeks and lips. He whimpered, but Billy was making him feel good about it. It felt weird that he felt so good about it, he was happy to make Billy proud and happy.

He wanted him to love him. That meant doing whatever it was that Billy wanted him to do, and now Steve wondered if that meant murder.

Steve leaned into Billy as he kissed him again before he turned and hovered over the body. "Now Dustin will be safe."

"H-how are we spinning this?" Steve finally managed. "Ho- wh.. Someone is going to know we did this."

"They won't my love, I promise. You did so good, so so good. You did so amaizing.... so good my love. Plus Dustin is safe pet."

Steve was shaking, terror yet excitement was filling his chest. Billy giving him so much praise, love... he was proud of him for this. Dustin was safe now.

That much was true.

The feeling of blood on his face made him shutter. Yet it felt so nice, feeling Billy carefully touch him. Love on him with such softness.

Billy wasn't usually this soft with him, he was usually rough with him. Dangerous. But he liked both sides of Billy. He loved it. Craved it even.

Billy smirked as he kissed him again, feeling Steve shaking under his hold. "Okay baby. Let's get you cleaned up."

Steve was suddenly in his arms, being carried up the stairs with such care that he was only certain that this wasn't his boyfriend. Billy had just had him murder someone, but now he was being soft and careful.

It was so... odd.

Billy smiled and set Steve carefully down while he filled the tub. "Alright... come on."

Steve attempted to pull his clothes off, but his hands were shaking so much. Billy chuckled and helped him free. Steve's hands didn't stop shaking, he whined as he felt Billy move him with little to no effort.

"Alright pet, let's get you cleaned up now. You did do good. Rule number three of killing, be sure to clean up the evidence. So sit here and scrub, clean yourself up. I'll be back."

Steve sat in the water, scrubbing himself while he watched Billy head out the door. Steve began to scrub his hands, tears falling into the tub around him.

He killed someone.

He... he had stabbed someone.

He was a murder.

Billy returned with a grin, taking his own clothes off. Steve felt himself get hard, Billy was already extreamly hard. "You did so good Stevie, I'm so proud of you my pet. The body is already taken care of, nobody will know."

"We stabbed him.... I stabbed him."

"You did a wonderful job honey," Billy slid behind him in the tub. Taking a dollop of body wash he began to run the soap along his skin. Cleaning his hands and Steve's face. "Pretty boy..."

"H..How many people have you killed?"

"I don't think we should talk about that right now love.... Not at the moment at least."

"Are you... did you kill Barb?"

Billy gave him a lopsided frown. "I didn't..... Though I may be slightly at fault. I didn't kill her, but I did push her towards the woods. I saw she had been bothering you... so I just... you know. Told her to go take a walk."

"But you didn't kill her?"

"No baby, I didn't."

"Okay..." he let out a sigh.

"What are we doing with his car?"

"Cars gone now too."

"Already?!"

"I move fast." Billy smirked. Steve yelped as he was suddenly pinned forward. His hands against the tile walls. "Let's celebrate your first kill."

Steve turned to look back at Billy, before he was kissed roughly. He mumbled into the kiss, without warning Billy was suddenly inside of him. Thrusting hard.

Steve moaned crying out in pleasure.

If he would get fucked like this he would kill more.

He yelped at his own thoughts.

He would kill again? For sex? Billy really had caused him to change, made him someone he never thought he would be.

But he didn't hate who he was becoming. For some reason.

Billy smiled, deepening his thrusts as Steve sat beneath him. Taking each thrust hard and fast. "What a good whore, my whore. You're my little slut, and now you're going to help me clean this town up."

Steve moaned as Billy deepened his thrusts, "that's my good boy."

Steve grinned as he felt Billy fill him up. He wanted this more than he knew.