The Price of Love (Boyxboy)

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dean p.o.v.

I was with Alex in the apartment. We were curled up on the couch together watching an episode of Supernatural I had never seen before. Honestly, I wasn't paying much attention to the episode. I was captivated by the designs Alex was tracing on my hands. For some reason, light trails seemed to linger where his hands touched my skin.

He outlined a swooping bird, a delicate flower, and a tribal symbol. When he moved his hand away, the previous trail would disappear and he would replace it with another one. I watched the different drawings come to life on my skin and vanish quickly again. I looked up at the episode for a moment before looking back down at my hands. When I saw what was on it this time, I gasped.

You're dead, rent-boy.

I turned to look at Alex, but it wasn't him anymore. It was one of my client's cronies. My mouth opened to scream for help, but I couldn't make a sound. Instead a sort of gasping sound came out. The man grinned maliciously and suddenly we were back in the warehouse. I was still sitting, but I was tied to the chair again.

The other man came out of the shadows, brandishing a knife.

"Where were you today rent-boy?" He taunted. I whimpered in fear. I tried to tell him, but the words stuck in my throat.

"You weren't supposed to miss work again," the other said. I tried to back a away from them, but the chair felt like it had been bolted to the floor. They grew closer and closer, grinning maniacally. I turned my face away from them and suddenly felt cold metal caressing my face. I whimpered again and waited for the metal to leave my skin. A tear trickled down my cheek. As it fell off my chin, another replaced it. I heard the men laugh.

I sighed in relief as he removed the knife, and I turned back to face them. Only this time, it was just one person with a knife. His face was in the shadows, but I slowly began to make out who it was.

"Alex?" I said softly. The man turned his face sharply so the light hit it, and I sucked in a breath. It was Alex, but his face was as emotionless as the knife he held in his hand.

"I know what you were trying to do Dean," he said, walking slowly around me. I swallowed hard. "You were trying to trick me into being gay, weren't you?" Alex ashes sharply. I shook my head fiercely, not trusting my voice. "Liar!" Alex said, standing in front of me and leaning in so close our noses were almost touching.

I felt him drag the tip of the knife slowly down my cheek. It took me a second to realize that a drop of blood slipped from the wound and followed the path of the knife. I pressed my lips together tightly.

"In fact, I know you're lying, so why not let the rest of the world know too?" Alex asked. I shivered, wondering what he could mean by that. Gently, so that he didn't break the skin, he traced L-I-A-R onto my forehead. "Should we put it in an obvious place?" Alex wondered aloud. I closed my eyes and prayed he would go away. I felt fingers undoing the buttons on my shirt. When all the buttons had been undone, the material was moved aside and I felt the same letters being traced onto my chest. "Or maybe we should go for somewhere a little easier to hide."

My heart beat quickly, and I tried to think of happy thoughts to distract me from what Alex was doing. I should have known he would find out somehow. I just didn't think he'd be so insane in his revenge for it. I shuddered as I felt a hand at my crotch, pulling the button free and unzipping the zipper. My hands curled into fists as I felt him pull my member free.

"Or perhaps we could go for somewhere that would bring you as much pain as you caused me," Alex said tauntingly.

"No, please, Alex! No!" I was shouting, not caring who heard me. I shouted as loud as I could before I felt a searing pain and began screaming and writhing under the cold touch of the knife.