A.N. So all the incredible support Funny Games received has brought about this sequel. Thank you so much everyone who read the original and has followed onto this - if you haven't read my first story then I INSIST you do before starting this. A lot of things will not make sense otherwise. I'm not sure just how far the horror will go. This opening chapter (the title of which I'm quite proud of) found itself to be a little more quietly twisted than initially intended so I'm wondering if I'll be more confident this time round to make Blaine and Sebastian a little more gruesome and cruel. Apologies for making this short and apologies for the next couple of chapter being very set-up heavy. I wanted to shake things up and change the situation. Having Kurt and Finn trapped in a confined space is fine but adding a little more room gives for a more run-chase-catch feel which will be fun. Again, thank you for actually wanting more of this story - I can tell I'm going to love writing it but I wouldn't have even thought about a sequel if it wasn't suggested by readers. I hope it is what you're looking for! Please review so I know what I'm doing right/wrong!

Disclaimer: Funny Games and Glee belong to other, far more talented people. I simply came up with this twisted fic idea.

Warnings: Violence, a little gore, torture, sex, nudity, boy-on-boy action as well as some nasty swear words. If ANY of this offends your reading eyes please - Do. Not. Read.

Violence Doesn't Solve Everything

Toe nails scraped across the hardwood floorboards, straining to maintain some type of contact. It was getting increasingly harder to do so. With another haggard breath, Kevin took one of his hands from the rope around his neck and blindly swatted for something - anything - nearby he could grab onto. His swinging hand found nothing but empty space. His vision was getting misty around the edges and a sharp redness flashed across his eyes as his sweaty yet frozen toes slipped and momentarily cut off what was left of his air supply. He did what he knew he wasn't supposed to do; he let panic send his already exhausted body into fight mode. Both he and his spectator - a man currently sitting silently in the corner of the bedroom - were very well aware of how little energy his body had left, and there he goes wasting what was left on twisting back and forth violently instead of focusing on regaining his footing.

In a moment of pure desperation and loss of pride and understanding, Kevin reached out to the man. Even when surrounded by shadows, the unmistakable arching of an eyebrow was the final nail on the coffin. Kevin gasped and his toes slid out from beneath him as his muscles gave up on him. His joints had been fighting for so long now that no amount of willpower was bringing them back to life now. The rope tightened as his full body weight was forced to slump down on it and the last of his air supply was cut. His eyes drifted upwards, physically unable to look towards the floor and emotionally unable to look into the eyes of his hangman. The rope was looped around his bedroom fan with a series of knots and even in his tormented final moments the thirteen year old couldn't help but marvel at the fan and ceiling's ability to hold his weight. He wasn't the skinniest kid in the world, after all. A muffled scream from elsewhere in the house caused Kevin to flinch and tilt his head in the vauge direction of his door. That was his sister screaming, he knew. He let out a strangled sob as his mind raced through all the things that monster - the man who called himself Peter - could be doing to make his sister shriek like that. However, he did not have much time to dwell on the possibilities; a few seconds later his brain shut down and he lost concsiousness. A few seconds after that, his heart beat for the last time.

Blaine watched as the body gradually tilted and began edging round to the left, the rope silently letting it do as it wished now that it had cut off the life from it. God, that kid is fat, Blaine couldn't help but think for the dozenth time since first laying eyes on the teen six hours ago. It didn't make sense; obviously the family had money if they could afford this five bedroom delux - or, at least they did have the money when they were alive - so it was simply a question of why they hadn't sent their son to one of those weight loss camps. The jelly rolls on this teenager were embarrassing even to look at, and Blaine absentmindedly stroked his lean flat stomach as if reminding himself it was not he who was disgusting. For a moment, it occurred to him that he was never this judgemental over appearences in past games. He even found himself grossed out by the mother - a trophy wife if there ever was one - because her skinniness displayed bone and made her head seem gigantic.

Downstairs there was a scruffle. A little more screaming which turned into panted sighs and cries decreasing in volume. Occasionally there was a loud thump and low murmur of a twenty-something year old male. Blaine couldn't make out the words but he figured he could guess what he was saying. The fingers stroking at his stomach drifted south as his eyes lazily fell to the boy's feet rubbing lightly on the hardwood flooring. Blaine's fingers daintly undid his fly and slid into the depths of his underwear. The boy was gross to look at, sure, what with the skin discolouration and lack of any form of body tone, but the way he just hung there...limp. Running his tongue across his lip, Blaine curled his fingers around his dick and squeezed slowly.

The following few minutes passed in a blur. Lost in his own thoughts seperate from the rapid wet jerking sounds, Blaine barely noticed the finale going on downstairs and concentrated solely on his own. It was only when his comrade stepped up to the kid's bedroom door, smirk firmly in place on his blood-stained face, that Blaine let himself come. Sebastian watched in vague interest. 'You haven't used hanging since the Rhodes family.' He commented.

Blaine gingerly pulled his hand out of his pants and gradually pulled himself up. Strolling up to the dead teen, he slapped his seman-covered hand on the boy's stomach and wiped himself off. 'I figured the fan could handle it. Usually it's too much work to pull off but I had the rope ready and a kick to the gut kept him on the floor long enough to secure it.'

Sebastian leaned on the doorframe. 'I don't like hangings as much as you. They always get messy, and not in the usual good way.' He took in the boy's form and suddenly looked appalled, his nose wrinkling in response. 'Ugh, like that! Look, the kid pissed and shit himself!'

'Well maybe we should put you in one of these. See how your body reacts.' Blaine gave a small knowing smile as he nudged by Kevin and returned to his seat in the corne. 'What was all that downstairs? Didn't little Laurie like your game?'

Sebastian rolled his eyes and then began to examine how much of his skin was free from the girl's blood. There was about an inch of clean skin under his left arm, but that was it. 'She saw her parents. I swear I had closed that kitchen door, but it was open. I got so mad - I had her completely under control, listening, doing... Then she fucking saw her mom and before I could grab her she saw her dad. Thank god you still had Kevin up here, she finally shut up when I said I'd cut him up just like their parents.'

'Do you think they were twins?' Blaine suddenly found himself asking. 'I mean, they looked fuck all alike but they had to be the same age.'

'Just like another pair of siblings we know.' Sebastian's smirk widened but it was not met with the same level as enthusiasm as he had expected. Blaine sighed. Sebastian continued 'Shit if I know. You'd think we'd have asked before...' He stopped, then shrugged. 'Anyway, I gutted her so the hallway is a bloodbath. We should go out the back door if we don't wanna risk slipping.'

Blaine nodded but wasn't really paying his partner much attention. It had been one of their busiest nights in a long time: a whole street in twelve hours. The first four homes barely counted as they had both been starved of death in so long that they barely even said hello to their hosts before taking their lives. It was to be expected after months of being uncharacteristically careful, recovering from injuries and laying low. This last house - the Maine residence - was given a little more care and attention but it was doubtful John, Barbara, Kevin and Laurie Maine had fully appreciated their special treatment. It was obvious Sebastian had loved every second of their night at Cedar View and if the permanent smirk on his face wasn't enough proof, his crimson-stained chest, arms and face would be. Sebastian had really let himself go on these last few houses. Blaine wondered if he ever pictured his victims as a certain Lima-born high school quarterback. God knows, Blaine thought about that certain quarterback's brother often enough. But nothing could truly take Kurt Hummel's place. That was certain. 'Fine,' He uttered, standing again and stretching. 'Back door it is. Let's just get out of here; I'm beat.'

As he tried to leave the room, Blaine was stopped by an apprehensive Sebastian. 'Blaine...I know why you've been acting weird.' The dark haired young man almost argued but there was really no point; Sebastian knew him better than anyone did - even himself, sometimes - so it was a tall order to expect him not to notice. 'We played our game and got our fix, but you've treated this night like it's all just some mandatory pleasure. You didn't savour. Because we have unfinished business.' They stared at each other for a while. Blaine could have been staring him down but Sebastian didn't care. The taller boy knew the stance to take: head slightly bowed and eyes trained to be respectful and obediant. After all, Blaine was his director and his whole way of life. Sebastian knew his place and he enjoyed it even more knowing that one slip up would cost him badly - it was a fearful thrill which only made him all the more endearing to the other man and a quality Blaine had identified in him the moment they first met. Still, there were moments like these that Sebastian tred very near the line between submissive killing spree partner and Caring True Friend and Blaine did not like it when that line was crossed without his permission. So, this little nudge of mutual understanding was a risk. Fortunately for Sebastian, his nail-on-the-head comment had not angered Blaine but instead caused the dark haired man to laugh gently.

'It just doesn't seem right starting up our games again when they're still alive.' Blaine finally replied, 'I know it was my idea to lay low and plan things out, let the heat cool off so police won't be around when we track them down - wherever they're hiding. It's just...knowing they got away and still need to be finished, taken care of, it makes it harder to get that deep inner satisfaction, you know? It's sucking all the fun out of the game.'

His wistfulness was met eagerly by a nodding Sebastian. 'Absolutely. Surface satisfaction, inner disappointment. Scratching just an inch off the itch - trust me, I get it. You know what the solution is, then?'

They stared intently into each other´s eyes. Behind Blaine, the sound of rope creaking against the straining ceiling fan was the only accompaniment to the glorious silence which followed. At last Blaine grinned and stepped up to the dead teen's body. He leaned on it and whispered in the deaf ear. 'Hear that, Kevin? It sounds like Peter and Paul are going to visit some old friends.'

Sebastian laughed as he stepped up behind him and dragged his bloodied fingers through his partner's tousled hair. 'Half times over, time to get round two started.'

Kevin didn't join in their celebrations.

A.N. What's a first Funny Games chapter without a couple of kills? I really hope you guys like it - review or message to let me know!