BEN drowned X Jeff the Killer [Possible lemon in chapters 2 or 3]

Revenge

He observed himself in the mirror. His skin- though it was always very light and slightly grey in coloring- seemed to have become even lighter. BEN grimaced as he looked over his reflection again. He noted that his skin had not grown lighter in a good way, it had taken on a sickly pale color. 'Man...maybe Jeff is right- no! I'm fine. I just need some sun...' It was then he realized that the imprint of his ribs was sticking out of his sides more than normal. A bit of bodily damage to any creepypasta here was nothing, if anything it brought joy to them. It was just a very sick joy. This was different. It signified unkemptness. He ran his fingers over them, grunting and removing the rest of his clothing. Just was he was about to step in, there was a knock on the door.

"What is it?" He snapped.

"I thought you would need something to actually wash yourself with, so I got some for you."

It was Jeff's voice. He paused for a moment, and the hint of an idea sparked in his mind, though it wasn't until Jeff spoke again that he actually acknowledged its presence.

"Hey! You didn't pass out just from my voice did you?" He was getting smug.

"What? Never!" The Link lookalike protested, a devious plan of revenge formulating in his head.

"Ehehehe~ Sure~ Just open the door so I can hand you the soap already."

BEN obliged, unlocking the door that he had forgotten he locked. It took a second of him just blankly staring at Jeff with half-lidded eyes before he gasped and hid his lower half behind the door. Outside stood a haughtily grinning Jeff, accompanied by three bottles of cleaning product. "Wow, I should've brought disinfectant. You really are a mess!" He joked.

"Shut up!"

As Jeff reached out to give BEN the three bottles, BEN swiftly grabbed his outstretched arm and pulled him in with one massive tug. He kicked the door shut and locked it right before he landed on his ass, arms spread behind him to prevent him from hitting his head on the tile. Jeff, being the luckier of the two at the moment, had caught himself on the sink and the toilet, a hand on both.  The blond shot up, flashing a smirk at Jeff's startled face. It didn't last long, and it was soon replaced by that same smug grin as before. "You just couldn't wait hm? I'm afraid that disobedience isn't taken lightly with me~ You'll have to be punished even more now....How about I make you wait an extra day for that reward?" He chuckled darkly as BEN's long gone sneer turned into a grimace. 

BEN could no longer see himself, the fog from the shower covering every inch of the mirror. He was sure he looked shocked to the white-hoodied male, even though he had already foreseen Jeff's next move. Sure enough, Jeff turned, unlocking the door again. This time though, just as he was about to step out, BEN pulled him back by the hood. He roughly pinned Jeff to the wall and slammed his lips onto the other's chapped ones. 'This will be fun,' he thought. 

He bit down on Jeff's lip, and when he opened his mouth in a gasp, he used it to his advantage, slipping his tongue into his mouth. By this time, BEN had had enough of Jeff's hoodie, and, in desperation, nearly tore it off with his foot. Jeff didn't seem to be protesting. He loved this new found dominant side. All of a sudden, BEN felt the cold metal of his partner's knife, and he grasped the handle as steadily as he could (though not before accidentally cutting himself). He stood back from the kiss and slashed through Jeff's hoodie and shirt, letting them fall to the floor without giving Jeff a chance to comprehend what he had done other than remove his clothing.

It was about this time when Jeff noticed that the shorter teen was fumbling with his zipper, having already tugged off his hoodie. By looking down, he saw that BEN's member wasn't even fully hard. BEN was rushing to the point for other reasons, and though they were unknown, Jeff didn't care. All he wanted was to get these restraining jeans off of himself. Letting out what sounded like a soft groan, he nudged the other's hands away and quickly got the zipper down and his pants unbuttoned with minor struggle.

 With nothing to occupy his hands while Jeff did the job for him, he resorted to running them up and down his toned chest as he nipped and sucked harshly on Jeff's neck. This brought another, slightly louder moan from his lips, and BEN relished the sound even though it could barely be heard over the running water.

Meanwhile, Jeff was shakily pulling off his jeans, his boxers coming down with them. He decided that, no matter how much he enjoyed BEN's dominance, it was time to take control.