Killer Gets A Lover

A game of tag

A week later

"Jack, he's getting boring."
"What do we do now?"
"There's a thing I do that involves bringing our favorite torture weapons and running."
"What us this 'game'?"
"A game of tag."
"Wait what? Ohhh."
"How about it?"
"Sure."

They got ready and packed up their weapons and headed out.

"Hey, Jack."
"What's up?"
"Are you feeling anything?"
"Nope."
"Good."
Although Jack didn't say anything, he was feeling dread, fear and guilt and he hid it well.

At the cabin

"We are gonna play a little game. It's called tag. We're gonna have some fun. Sean and I are gonna chase you through the woods. You get away, we let you go, if we catch you, it's not gonna be pleasant."
"Wait, Mark."
Mark turned around to face Jack only to be kissed on the lips. Mark was shocked but immediately responded by continuing it.

"We still need to play. How 'bout we continue this later."

Jack nodded but inside was scared.

"You get a five minute headstart. Got it?"

Darrel nodded. Mark cut the restraints holding down Darrel.

"Run."

After Darrel ran, Mark attacked Jack with a barrage of kisses.

"Mark, I need you. Now."
"Baby, later. Darrel? Remember?"
"Let's go."

Mark and Jack ran hand in hand. Mark pointed out some tracks Darrel left.

"Can we catch a girl after this?" Jack said.
"Yes. Why?"
"Wait never mind. Let's just catch what we can."
"Sex? I can give that to you. After this."
"Can't wait."

Mark pecked Jack on the lips and brushed his hand over Jack's area. Jack whimpered.

"Oh you're gonna get it." Jack said.

They saw Darrel at the base of a tree. Panting and holding his legs. Mark snuck up behind the tree he was against and stabbed both of his hands. "Heh... found ya... A deal's  a deal. Jackaboy! C'mere, you do the honors."
Jack approached Mark and Darrel.
"We're gonna make it quick or what?" Jack asked.
"Make it last. First hunt, right?"

Jack's POV
"Okay." I said. My head was filled with encouraging things like 'you can do this' and 'he's nothing but dead'. Once I was in front of him, I froze. My mind wanted to pull the trigger but my body refused. 'You've killed before, you can do it again.' I thought. That wasn't me though, that was Mark. I pulled the trigger before, why not now?! I felt an arm snake around my waist. "Do it. No turning back." With that, I pulled the trigger. Muffled gun shots echoed through the forest. "Good job. You were great." I just smiled. It's all I can do. It's done.

After disposal of body

"You want anything?" Mark asked.
"I want you." Mark grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bedroom.
"Who bottoms?" I asked.
"Me, daddy needs some love too."