7 Minutes in Heaven

A Knife ?

Your hand snaked around inside the hat, feeling a whole meangerie of trinkets and objects. Suddenly, your hand brushed up against something interesting; something cool, smooth, and sharp. After a bit of a struggle (seeing that the object was at the very bottom), you managed to free the item and pull it out of Splendorman's festive top hat. With a slightly concerned curiousity you turned the knife over in your hands, fingers lightly gliding over the cold blade, palms clenching around a weathered hilt that was streaked with peeling red paint...

Only, it wasn't paint. It was blood, some of it flaking from the knife handle and sticking to your hands. Everyone's eyes were on you, and you had to restrain yourself from throwing down the knife and running out of there as fast as your paranoia driven legs could carry you. Not that you really could have, anyway. Splendorman would've easily intercepted you before you even got two feet.

Speaking of Splendorman, he stood over you, gazing at the weapon for a moment and took it from you before turning his attention to the crowd.

"... Jeff...?" he called out. You felt yourself pale. Jeff? As in, Jeff the Killer? Splendorman had to be joking, right?

Wrong. The homicidal teen wove through the crowd and approached the two of you, his stringy black hair falling into his face as he made to retrieve his weapon from Splendor. His hoodie was an off-white color, looking about as weathered and stained as his knife, while his dark jeans looked beaten and faded. His eyes concentrate on you, an uncomfortable, unblinking, scrutinizing gaze that felt like it bore into your mind. You flinched from Jeff's intensity, his stare wanting to make you flee and get closer at the same time. As he reached for his knife, Splendor held it out of his reach.

"Oh no you don't!" he said, tucking it away into his pocket. "I don't want a repeat of last time." While you were attempting to fathom exactly what 'last time' entailed, you didn't realize a firm hand guiding you into the closet, giving you one last push that sent you into the dark place. While you tried to get untangled from the array of suits, you felt someone enter behind you. The door shut behind you, accompanied by the click of a lock that signified that you and Jeff were officially alone.

You both were chest-to-chest in the barely lit space, nothing really visible with the exception of the outline of Jeff's face. You struggled to keep your breathing under control and your heart in your chest. What did you get into now? What had possessed you to agree to go into the closet with a serial killer? You fought to swallow your fear; you wouldn't put it past him to try and do something to you while you both stuck in here. In fact, you expected it. There couldn't be a more ideal time for him to claim you as another victim-

"You're pretty, even without being changed." a voice said, interrupting your thoughts. You looked to the place where you assumed Jeff's face was.

"Thanks, I guess..." you said, your response light and cautious. Out of nowhere, he giggled quietly, the hysterical edge to it sending chills down your spine. You glared into the darkness.

"What's so funny?" you said, shifting backwards as far as you could manage as to distance yourself from the adolecent opposite you. You could feel him grin in the dark space.

"I'm thinking about all the things you could do to make yourself like me." he said, his hand tracing over your facial features as he spoke. "Heh, we can make your skin white, and then I can give you a big smile," he grazed his hand from your cheekbone all the way to the corner of your lip, and continued to the opposite corner and finished at the opposite cheekbone. "Then we can burn you, and then you'll be beautiful~" he finished his sentence with another laugh, loud and short, leading to a laughing fit.

"But," he said, stopping suddenly. " I don't want to burn your lips... I want them to stay how they are." After a long pause, you dared to ask a question.

"... why?" you whispered, your voice hoarse, your breathing quickening. You felt Jeff's face grow close to yours, your noses nearly touching.

"They wouldn't be as soft and pretty as they are now." And then his marred mouth was on yours. You recoiled back from the action, but Jeff held your head firm, his hand rooted in your hair as his mouth pressed upon yours with more pressure, more want. His scarred lips began to move, lust rolling off of him in waves as he pressed his body against yours, every dip and curve in your body conforming to his frame. He hadn't known the satisfaction of doing things like this in so long, and here he was kissing a cute girl in a closet in a game of seven minutes in heaven. He and you were both teenagers, so there's alot of hormones, alot of things that alot of people your age wanted to do.

Jeff always let loose when he killed someone, but now he could let loose in a different way. And you could, too. If you can get over the fact that he was kissing you, that is.

You felt you body temperature rise as you tried to debate whether or not to give into your own desires or push Jeff away. It felt wrong, kissing him, doing something like this with someone like him. But at the same time, it felt so good, so right. You were taken to a whole new level of pleasure when his tongue parted your lips, no consent asked, no permission required. His tongue worked around in your mouth, brushed against yours, trying to get you to play along in his lustful little game. To your own dismay, you responded to his kiss, and your tongues twirled in a dirty dance for dominance. You bit his bottem lip when he won and took over, a groan of approval making his way past his lips before he could stop himself.

Arousal burned between the two of you, and the temperature continued to rise in your bodies as the session progressed. Jeff finally parted from you, a silver string of saliva connecting your lips. You frowned, why did he stop? You were answered when he pushed you against the wall, hitching your leg up onto his hip. Your breathes were heavy and erratic, the blush on your faces (although not visible) red enough to rival the color of a tomato.

"Fuck..." he panted, kissing you hungrily once more. A soft sigh escaped your lips, causing Jeff to smirk through the kiss. He picked up your other leg and placed it on his other hip, leaving you completely suspended against the wall by the presence of his body against yours. He started to move his hips, a small foward motion that dragged foward a moan from in you throat. He responed with a moan of his own. You felt a sort of heat begin to pool between your legs as he ground against you again, something hard and stiff from him also showing that he was enjoying the action.

Your head felt light, and you were absolutely dizzy with pleasure as he harshly nipped at your collarbone, a light trickle of blood running down your chest. It wasn't long before it was eagerly lapped up by Jeff, who went to work leaving an assortment of small love bites, wanting everyone to know who this girl was marked by, who she belonged to.

He was about to start removing clothes, but the click of a doorknob being turned caused him to abruptly set you down. You both struggled to regulate your breathing as the door opened to reveal a smug BEN and a blushing Splendorman.

"I can see you two had fun," Splendorman said, his face still very red as he walked away.

"Alot of fun, from the looks of it~" BEN laughed, pointing at the bite marks on your neck.

"You jealous?" Jeff asked, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you close.

"... screw you."