Emotional

four

age 22

When Ben told Jack he wanted to spice his killing game up a bit, Jack should've cottoned on to what he was talking about sooner.

He sighed, watching his lover drag in the body of an unconscious man into the house. Somehow, he looked familiar.

"Hey, Jack-Jack! Say hello to Mr. Larsson!"

Jack frowned. "How?" He simply asked.

"Found him at a bar, chatted with him a bit, lured him outside, knocked him over the head with a brick. You won't believe how much of a pervert this guy really is."

Jack narrowed his eyes. He knew this emotion. It was one called "jealousy".

"Don't worry, babe, I didn't let him do anything."

Jack snorted, watching as Ben hoisted Larsson up on the table.

"Rope please!" Ben called.

Jack sashayed up to the table with the rope, tying the former counselor to it.

"Ooh, my gosh! I'm so nervous and excited! Should I wait until he wakes up, or should I start now?"

Jack shrugged.

"Oh, whatever. You're no help."

Ben decided to wait.

Larsson's eyes blearily blinked open after an hour. His fuzzy mind first picked up on the sound of excited whispering. Turning his head, he winced. Everything was aching.

"Good morning, Mr. Larsson! Did you have a nice nap?"

Larsson blinked and squinted up at the man talking. Blonde hair, blue eyes. But he wasn't alone. Black hair, green eyes. "B-Ben? Jack?"

"Correct! Are you ready to get started?"

"Get started?"

Larsson didn't have time to finish the sentence before a large hammer swung down on his arm with a large crack. Larsson let out a bloodcurdling scream, back arching off the table. Ben laughed at his distress.

"Goodness me, this is much more fun than killing an animal. They don't have expressive faces, y'know..."

Ben held his hand out to Jack, who placed a scalpel in his hand. "Fun fact, Mr. Larsson, deer can scream. It's such a hilarious sound."

He pressed the blade into the end of Larsson's finger tip, slicing it off slowly. Mr. Larsson made pained keening sounds, squeezing his eyes shut. Ben finished and held the finger tip in his palm.

"Ooo, it's bite sized. Tempting, but I'm not a cannibal, Mr. Larsson. Or should I call you Henry? That's your real name, right? Nod your head, Henry."

Henry Larsson nodded frantically, hoping his compliance would cause the former students to spare him.

Henry soon realized that mercy was not in the boys' vocabulary. Jack saddled closer to the teacher, a syringe in his hand. Henry vaguely wondered what was in it.

Turns out, it was a hallucinogen.

After a long night of pain and strange visions, Ben got bored. The blonde ended the other man's life with the snap of a neck.

He turned to Jack. "That was exhilarating!"

Jack nodded and peered at the corpse on their table. "I'm not cleaning this."

Ben pouted. "Fine. Lazy ass."

Ben pulled the body from the table, blood finally getting on his shirt. He dragged the body through the house and down stairs to a cold, stone-walled basement, and into the walk in cooler. It was an alright place to store a body until he could find a secure dumping spot for it.

The man hopped back up stairs, grinning at his boyfriend who had plopped himself in front of the TV.

"Can you at least help with the blood?" He asked, sticking his lip out in a pout.

Jack stared at Ben for a moment and sighed. "Fine."

"Thank you!" the blonde cried, throwing his arms around Jack and pulling him into a kiss. "You're the best and I love you!"

Jack rested his forehead against Ben's.

"Love you, too."