Love Kills

Epilogue: Love Kills

Brendon sat on the edge of the double bed and looked down at his trembling hands. They were shaking quite violently. He was worried that his addiction to killing was still there, lingering in the back of his thoughts, making him restless, trembling... Brendon shook his head and grasped his trousers in an attempt to remove these thoughts. He knew George's point of view on killing, and he did not want to upset him. He could not risk losing George, not even hurting his feelings; the boy meant everything to him.

He looked up when George came into their bedroom. Normally he would have knocked, and since he hadn't, Brendon was afraid something was up.  They were currently living in a small cabin next to the sea, and did not have a lot of space. They were trying to build up their happiness after all they had been through and privacy was an important part in their relationship. 

"I was thinking..." George started, as he walked up to Brendon, "that maybe tonight we can do something different." This got Brendon's attention alright and he looked up at the man he loved so much.

"Maybe..." George said as he wrapped his legs around Brendon and sat down on his lap, " we can do something a bit more fun?"

"What are you thinking of baby?" Brendon cooed as he grabbed George's hips with his hands and and leaned in until their foreheads almost touched.

"Well..." George said, dragging out his sentences, "I really liked it when we did that roleplay thing."

"Roleplay?" Brendon repeated as he smirked and raised his eyebrow.

"Well, I noticed how tense you have been lately, and I wanted to cheer you up a bit." Brendon felt a warm wave pass through him, a little like he had just stepped inside a hot bath. That George was willingly to do this for him was totally amazing. He still could not really believe how a sweetheart like George had ended up with a guy like him, but he knew he was extremely lucky and he would not ever damage or throw away what they had. If Brendon had believed in fate he would have thought that they were meant for each other.  

"You'll cheer me up alright," Brendon murmured as he connected his lips to George's and licked his lips before entering between them, tasting George's mouth. Their kiss grew hotter and Brendon was almost about to remove George's shirt when he stopped. George was wearing the same shirt he had been wearing the day they first met.

"How about..." Brendon said, kissing George some more, now with a dangerous and flirtatious glint in his eyes, "...we have a kind of kinky roleplay." When Brendon saw the excitement in George's eyes, he continued.

"There is a murderer, tall, dangerous, handsome, who meets a young man. The young man is this innocent, extremely hot, young man and he is standing at a road, hitchhiking. The murderer can not resist such a pretty face..."

George looked at him with curiosity.

"What will the murderer do?"

"He is an extremely sadistic murderer, so he has some equipment..." With this Brendon lifted up a box from under their bed, filled with various sextoys. 

Brendon could feel his excitement grow as they played out their rolls. H caught himself in worrying about how to clean off the blood afterwards and how to hide any evidence. He remembered how he had smirked when he first saw George and how he had planned to kill him as they met all over again. Then Brendon got more violent and more sexual and as he pressed his body against George, he whispered all the dirty things he wanted to do to him. 

They fought and Brendon gasped a little when George actually pierced his skin and he saw a little drop of blood. Blood, like the blood that was rushing through his veins, through his head and ears and heart and body. And through his cock. The blood that was rushing through George as well, right there under George's fragile skin. Brendon fought more passionately now, and soon George's skin was pierced as well and he showed off the beautiful, red drops that his body contained. George whimpered, but his face showed no fear or anger.  They continued their roleplay as their excitement grew. Brendon's hands were still shaking violently as he applied the mouthgag over George mouth and tied George's arms and feet to the bed. He let his hands run over his fragile skin, and felt the man's goosebump appear as he stroke George's legs, thighs, sides, arms and finally: neck. He squeezed George's neck softly, feeling waves of pleasure grow as he finally felt a fraction of the control and adrenaline he had been messing so dearly. He squeezed harder before letting go as he bent down and kissed George's neck instead, sucking, nibbling, biting lightly and then a little harder. He was on the brink of serious violence and damage, and he loved it, needed it, desired and craved it. His lust and desire for sex and George got mixed with his yearning for power, control, blood and killing. He was not in the room anymore, he was not Brendon anymore, he was a free person riding on a cloud of ecstasy. Brendon did not know what was real anymore, but everything was so nice an quiet. It was as if the world had decided to stop for a moment, the waves did not come crashing anymore, the birds did not sing and the clouds did not move. Air was frozen. No, not frozen. The air was hot and soft, like George's skin under his hands. It was like the world had suddenly turned soft, and Brendon with it. 

Brendon looked down at the naked body in front of him, realizing that he had zoned out, while still feeling funny and slightly drunk.

Weird, he thought. I haven't drank anything. He looked at the red marks on George's body.

And I did not know George is bleeding

"It is... hot. Very hot," he mumbled. "I'd like to see more of that hot stuff, baby."

"Show it to me, indulge me in it, drown me in it baby, I do not want to live without this, this is great, you are great." 

Brendon's voice became more slurred as the marks grew in number, size and deepness. He grew with excitement and arousal, wanting to reach the climax of his arousal, his feelings. With hands clutching George's neck, he let everything pour out until-

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Brendon opened his eyes. He slowly came to his senses again. On the bloodstained sheets in front of him laid the lifeless body of a young, naked man. In the background, a child was crying.