Everything Else; Maylor

A Sneaky Tone.

WARNING: GORE AND VIOLENCE INVOLVED!

A/N: OK I KINDA FEEL FUCKED UP FOR WRITING THIS BUT I CANT SAY WHY CUS SPOILERS BUT I DONT MEAN THIS SCENE IN ANY PERSONAL WAY. THIS IS JUST FOR THE STORY'S SAKE AS WELL AS EVERY OTHER CHAPTER!

BRIAN'S POV:

Tonight, I was doing something brave. So brave that I'm currently shitting myself. As I sit in this gay bar with neon flashing lights and cock signs everywhere, my eyes remain glued to Freddie Bulsara. He sat alone, eyeing men and drinking vodka tonic. He made small conversation with the bartender though, he looked bored out of his mind. I was surprised he wasn't hitting on anyone or dancing, he just sat there rejecting countless men that groped his thigh. A small part of me felt bad but, the 99% didn't. 

Finally, he saw me and we quickly locked eyes. He didn't smile, I didn't smile. He left his seat and pondered over to me, taking the stool beside me.

"Hi." He almost slurred, sounding sleepy. He did have 3 drinks.

"Hey Gorgeous." I smiled. He looked up and his face instantly lit up, "You looked kinda sad sitting over there."

"Why- why do you care? You always have something in your ass." His voice was mono-tone but, for some reason it looked like I really offended him by just being blunt with him. God.

"I've been tired. I'm sorry." I eyed him and looked at his cock. I wanted him to notice, "You gotta coke bottle in there?" I weakly laughed.

He did a mischievous smirk, "See for yourself..." He took another sip of his drink not leaving my eyes once.

"Okay." Carefully, I rested my hand on his lower thigh, slowly dragging it further up. I brushed my fingers against his hardening bulge and realised he was really big. I looked at his face for a split second before he passionately smacked his lips against mine. He caressed my hair gently while I started to rub his semi-hard on. 

"Come with me." He took my hand and led me to the male bathroom. Instantly, he smashed me against the bathroom wall, rubbing his dick on my thigh. I was surprised he was so dominant. "Fuck." He moaned while I squeezed his ass. "Take me."

I smirked, happy with how well my plan was going. "I'll bring you to mine."

"No, no- just fuck me." He sucked on my neck.

"How about I give you some fun here then I'll take you home and show you my bottle." I laughed, giving in to his kisses. He agreed as he moaned, starting to rub my own dick through my pants. I couldn't help but, get extremely turned on. He knew exactly what he was doing. He let his hand sneak into my shirt, gliding across my torso. "Fuck..."

I frantically unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out as I spun him around so he was against the wall. "You don't want to go into a sta-" He choked as he felt my lips wrap around his tip. My tongue devoured his strong tasting slit, then without warning I deep throated, his cock hitting the back of my throat, "AH!" 

His head slammed back on the wall which made us both laugh as he cursed under his breath. I continued fucking his cock with my mouth until he loudly came. I swallowed all of it because I'm simply not a pussy. Once he came down from his high we both laughed.

"Nobody came in." He said, not convinced.

"Besides you." He slapped my forearm and I pecked his lips before saying, "I'll walk you back to mine. We can have a few beers together and listen to some tunes."

"Don't forget the 'fucking' part." I weakly chuckled and went to walk out as another man wondered into the bathroom and quietly giggled and winked at me. He walked into a stall when Freddie bursted out laughing.

"What!?"

"Nice tent." He continued laughing and I felt embarrassment creep up on me. 

Finally, Freddie and I had stumbled upon my flat. 

"Ladies first." I gestured with a sneaky tone that he didn't pick up on. I led him to my bedroom and pushed him on the bed.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he saw me digging through my wardrobe. I threw two small boxes on the bed which he picked up. "Never figured you would like bondage." Little did he know.

"I'll get us a drink, I'll be right back." I pecked his lips and ran off to the kitchen. I grabbed two beers out of the fridge, putting a fine dusted drug into one of them. I watched the powder dilute and infuse with the bubbles then ran back to the bedroom. "Here you are."

"Thanks." I carefully watched him take a sip, then another, then another, then another. "God- fu- Mmm...."

"You okay?" He shook his head and tried to sit up but he fell back down, "Just wait a second! Should I call the ambulance!?" And as if on cue he immediately passed out. 

Majority of the job was done. I stopped pretending to act worried and opened both boxes of bondage so he couldn't escape. Swiftly, I tied him to the bed frame and stuck a gagger in his mouth. His eyes lifted open slightly before closing again. Although his eyes were shut and his body remained still, he still held consciousness. 

I slid my draw open, put on black gloves and got my knife. My knife was stored with the gloves. Since Freddie couldn't speak, scream, move because of this drug I decided I would torture him. He was no good for Roger! I could see he didn't want what was best for Rog. He even flirted with me. He wasn't worth the distraction- he was just an embarrassment.

I raised the knife high and plunged it into his chest then his head, arm, leg, stomach. He made faint groans of pain as I constantly stabbed him. His dark, red blood poured out of him, soaking into the mattress below. I watched- no I stared. I stared as his life come to a painful death.

Now he was dead. I unlocked the cuffs and removed the gagger. I stared at the body for a couple good seconds before running to the toilet and vomiting my guts out. I gagged in disgust knowing I had to go back there, my stomach churning once again. The blood was what made my stomach un-easy. I ran back to my room and put the body in a garbage bag- a very large one. However, I didn't lay his body long ways. I curled him into a cradled ball and put some food scraps in with him. I didn't want to make it noticeable. I plonked him into my boot (making sure no one was awake and watching) then drove through London. I threw the bag in a random bin in an abandoned alleyway.

Once I was home I threw out my sheets and mattress in the large dumpster next to my apartment but, making sure the that I bleached the two beforehand. Finally, I had no worry of him.

I had no guilt but, reassurance. I now know for sure he won't be a distraction ever again.

He couldn't even get himself to hurt Roger now.