"You here to finish me off, sweetheart?"
"You here to finish me off, sweetheart?" Lancer asked quietly. He could feel the gun aimed at his back without it even touching him.
He didn't get an answer, and he didn't expect one anyway. He slowly raised his arms.
Silence.
Then as he listened harder, he heard it.
Soft, pitiful sobbing.
Turning quickly, he found Edge on his knees, struggling to restrict his tears. The blond could never resist his ginger captor, the boy needed love and that he'd given him.
The previous night's happenings were still fresh in his mind, the proud ginger melting eagerly into submission. Aquamarine eyes gazing lustfully into his. Soft, rosy lips caressing his raging erection. A warm, wet tongue against burning skin.
It escalated quickly, and Edge was reduced to a screaming mess, begging for more and more, painfully well hidden kinks being fully indulged.
Looking at him now, Lancer took him into his arms, knowing fully well that this is how he would die.
That's fine though.
It's the best way to die, holding the only one he's ever loved.
Edge hugged him back, face buried in his chest. Lancer could still feel the metal tip of a gun digging into his back.
Edge ripped out of his arms, pulling him back in for a passionate kiss, tears spilling down his cheeks.
"I can't kill you..."
The gun went off and Lancer watched as Edge collapsed into his arms, smiling, blood seeping into his luxurious ginger locks.
"I love you... Lance..."
It took a full minute before the blond screamed, ending his life to join the one in his arms.
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