You're My Crime

chapter 1

You had walked into the store as quiet as a Fox. Slipping past the many people. No one saw it coming. The gun in your hand, pointed directly at me. "Give me everything good!" you shouted. Asking for drugs after drugs. I didn't want to listen, I would've chosen death. But you were so cute, but why. Why did I find you cute. I followed your every command, thinking that you would possibly let me live longer. Once you got what you wanted you shot at the ground and looked at me. "You never saw anything." you whispered in a graspy voice. I nodded without being able to say any words. You left, running as fast as you could. I sat down behind the desk and took a few deep breaths. I looked around and saw the grave damage that was caused. I wish that was the last time I saw you, but it wasn't. I saw you every time you would find me and beat me up, every teasing word, every teasing kiss, everything you did was torture. Everytime you would follow me home and pin me to my door just to leave bite Marks on my shoulders. To taunt me with every word and move.

Two years later~

I was going to start cleaning up, one day, before I saw you running back. It shocked me that you were to come back to the shop. I watched as you ran back inside and came up to me. The gun, you kept in your hand, being pointed towards my head, and it hadn't frighten me at all. "You. I'm taking you with me." you said and grabbed my hand. You held it and pulled me to wherever you were going. "Why me?" I asked, my voice full of shakes and cracks. "Because. I need a partner. Don't argue." you replied and dragged me to an alley behind the big Arrow building. I wanted to argue, I knew you would get angered by it and either shoot me or let me go. Instead, though, I was quiet and obliged by your  rules. Even though it pained me to want to know why you chose me.

"What's your name?" you asked while you looked over everything you had stolen. "It's Mark, sir." I said to you looking down at the ground. "Oh..well mine is- if you promise not to tell anyone- Lucas." You said and shrugged. I nodded and forced a smile. You looked around and seemed unsatisfied. You smiled evily and stood up. "What should we do.. Hmmm. I got it! Lets go after the bank in town." You had suggested. Not wanting to disappoint you, I did as you wanted. We covered our faces and walked into the bank. Everyone looked at us, with scared and confused faces. I tried to put on a mean face and glared at the people. "EVERYONE GET DOWN ON THE GROUND. DONT MOVE OR SAY A WORD!" I shouted and looked at you. You nodded with that evil smile still present. I tried my best to please you. But an anger built up in my chest. Something made me realize that what you were doing, made me really mad. I hid it, though.

I looked at all the bodies on the floor and then at the cashier. "If the cops get called your family along with you will all have matching gravestones." I said and pointed my gun straight at him. You on the other hand, forced him to give you all the money you wanted. I watched, before I mumbled. "Greedy.." you looked at me with slight annoyance, "what did you just call me?" you asked and let the gun hang down. "I said Sexy!" I shouted, knowing it was a lie. I looked down and at the people to avoid you. "Oh...I-i.. Stay professional." you replied and let out a small sigh. I nodded and looked at the cashier. He was mean mugging me. "What? Got a problem that I called another man sexy? Because I can shoot you at any moment!" I shouted at him as my eyes glossed up with anger and hate. "no! I was just-.. I have no problem with you liking other men!" he replied back. It reminded me of when I figured out I liked guys, the rush it was. And His voice as shaky as It was reminded me of a couple years ago. When You had done the same thing to me. My heart started racing as I stared at you, taking my gaze away from the man at the register. "Hyung.." I whispered lightly as my eyes stayed locked on you. I frowned a bit as my arm became shaky. "What is it?" you asked, sounding a  little concerned. "We should go..." I mumbled and looked at the register guy. His hand was on the button to call the cops. I immediately shot him. The blood, the most terrifying part, splattered in many directions. I looked at the blood stains on the wall, the counter, the floor, the gun, and the stains all over my face and my clothes. I looked back at You and let the gun down. "Lets leave." I said harshly. I looked back at the mess and realized that two years ago I would've been so scared and shocked. I wouldn't have ever done this then. But right now, I couldn't feel any remorse or mercy.

You grabbed all the cash and ran out the door. I ran after you and followed you. We made our way back to the alley and it was quiet. "We should get you cleaned up, Mark." you said and grabbed a towel that was hidden in a basket. "Okay.." I replied blankly and cleaned off my face. I slipped off my clothes apart from my boxer, it stained my shirt and pants. I decided to put my shirt and pants in the bag, so I didn't have to be left in blood stained clothes, only left with just my boxers. "Sorry. But I didn't want to keep blood stained clothes on. It made me feel uncomfortable." I said and sat down. "No, no. Do whatever you need. You impressed me today. It was amazying." You said and smiled a little. I blushed lightly and shrugged. "I had to take out some anger." I mumbled and fiddled with a necklace I was wearing. One I had gotten from a past lover. One that I may never be able to see again. I looked up at you and saw You staring at me. A smirk on your face. I sighed with a small chuckle, as it was a big turn on, but I didn't want it to turn into more than a stare. "Uh. Lucas?" I said and tapped you. "What? Huh? I wasn't staring!" you replied and raised your hands in defense. "I never said you were. I just noticed." I smirked lightly and shrugged. You groaned and nodded. "I was staring!.. I couldn't help it." You said and bit your bottom lip. "Don't hold back. I'll be fine." I mumbled lightly and looked at the ground. I completely strayed away from my idea of this being nothing more than a simple stare. "I'm not gentle.." you said and grabbed my arms. You pinned me to the ground, my back burst with pain. Bruises trailed my body. Filling my arms and legs. But Still, you placed hickies all over my chest and neck. You didn't say a word about the scars or marks or bruises. I winced a little as you continued your small outburst. Was this it, are you going to have anger outbursts and then treat me like a slave each time? I had hoped that it wouldn't be that way. I actually wanted this to go smoothly. Soon our lips met, your breath so cold against mine.

You smelt of sweet lemons that day, it made it all the more welcoming. I had actually lost myself to you. You had taken over my world. You turned from cold to soft. You made me feel so much, in the littlest ways. I found myself so lost in you. Your thrusts, your cold touch, you warm lips, your graspy voice. Everything about you made me fall so hard for You. I hated it, but it pulled me in so far.  You were my only thing to keep me here. You were what filled my mind. You were all I wanted, then and there.