A/N: I worked pretty hard on this. I have a warning though...it gets pretty graphic, so if you don't like reading about boyXboy love and lots of torture and blood, then don't read it please. I appreciate comments...constructive criticism is very important as well. Enjoy. this is the first chapter...and if some things don't make sense? like the background of how they know each other...you'll find out in ch 2...so dont worry. oh, and no, they aren't in jail. it's kind of a metaphor...you'll know what i'm talking about when you read it. Anyways...the beginning is BB and an original character...but don't worry...my beloved Lawliet will enter the story soon. :} and "mon cheri" means lover in french.

once again...enjoy :}

BB

Slice, slice, slice.

Oh how smoothly the shining metal tears the clothes apart.

I giggle…a shinigami laugh.

He tries to escape the touch, squirming around. Is he conscious yet? The shreds of clothes fall gently on the concrete, revealing his soft tender skin. I am taken back by the beautiful features of the man before me. He twitches again, goose bumps appearing on his tan flesh. His eyes flutter from underneath the lids as he lifts his head slowly. I get up from my awkward sitting position and make my way away from him, humming a tune all the while. Sitting against the wall, I watch silently, for the show is about to start. He opens his eyes weakly and blinks continuously, probably trying to figure out where he is. A small amount of light spills into the room from the small window next to him. The walls are dark, the floor damp, and the room nearly empty –containing only a desk with clean tools on top, and a small refrigerator-.

"Mmph" the man lets out, trying to lift his arms. He then realizes that his hands are chained to this pipe on the wall. Panic washes over him and he starts to move vigorously, trying to get away. Too bad, that is impossible.

His honey colored hair falls in wisps over his, drenched with sweat, face. He finally realizes that all he has on is a tank top and his boxers and starts to panic even more. He shouts for help a couple of times.

"HELP! PLEASE!" I drink in those sweet cries of desperation and decide it's my turn to reveal myself.

I take a small rock near me and toss it over to him; the rock hits the pipe and the young man jumps back and yelps.

I let a giggle escape my throat again…a shinigami laugh…

"WH-who is there…please don't hurt me! I won't tell anyone anything….just let me go! Don't kill me!" He's curling into a ball and slowly rocking himself back and forth.

How cute.

"Henry Utter."

It looks as though the young man was just hit by a car; he has stopped rocking and is frozen.

"B-Brian? Brian is that you? Where are you…are you okay?"

I slowly get up and tip toe to him -he can't see me yet- smiling the whole time.

"Yes, it's me. Oh yes, I am completely fine." I drench my sentence with joy instead of fright, something that confuses the man.

I let myself bask in the light and stare down at him, revealing my ebony hair and blood red eyes. I stand there, looking down from the corner of my eyes at the man staring back at me; half naked, frightened.

"Uh…hey what's going on here? Why am I tied up?" I decide not to answer and just watch him intently; my thumb resting on my lips. He continues "This is a joke right? Hah, I always knew you were a jokester..." A hint of amusement enters those green eyes of his and he laughs nervous laughter. I crouch down, and survey his body while biting on my thumb. Then I look into those eyes and grab his face and push it towards mine. He is caught off guard and falls forward, into me. He can't support himself because his hands are chained to the pipe. Surprisingly he doesn't put up a fight as I enter my tongue into his mouth and play with his tongue.

"Mmm, mmph" He tries to breathe as I nibble on his lips, then I pull apart and cup his jaw with my hands. He looks at me with an unreadable expression.

"Brian…WH-what the fuck are you doing?" He shies away from me, pushing his body up against the wall slightly. I smile a sadistic smile and feel myself getting hard from the helpless expression my school friend is giving me.

"Henry has done some bad things in his life."

I watch his expression switch instantly from a confused to horror-struck one.

Taking the opportunity gladly, I rush up against him and start sucking on his neck while slipping a hand underneath his tank top.

"Haaaa….please! St-stop! It's n-not funny anymore!" He moves his head away from me; I brush one of his nipples. Henry cries out; a moan? I smirk and decide it's time to have real fun.

"I know what Henry did two years ago…" I whisper seductively into his ear.

"Wha-nnng" As soon as he tried to reject, I push him against the wall and take his mouth unto mine.

"Mmm" he moans into my mouth, catching me off guard. I slip a hand through his hair while rubbing the exposed skin of his inner thigh with the other; slowly inching closer and closer. Hearing the chain rattle, I get even harder. I grab his thighs and push them upward, and then I hook them on my waist –pushing him unto the wall even harder all the while-.

"ughh" I push my erection against his warm body and it seems like he is trying to push away, but I have a tight grasp of him. I break the kiss and stare at him; those green gems filled with fear…and what's that? A hint of lust? His honey colored, messy hair is shining in the faint light. He starts to tremble as I slowly grind against him.

"Ha, uh, pl-please" He pants in my ear…I feel his erection through the thin fabric of his boxers.

I get up and walk towards the table.

"Wha- what are you planning to do to me…"

The poor boy seems like he is going to burst into tears.

Adorable.

"…Why would you do this? We are friends, Brian, friends. Friends don't hurt each other."

I grab what I was looking for and make my way back, discarding my shirt during the process. He stares at my skin -I wonder what he is thinking-? His eyes then slowly glide down to look at what is in my hand. They widen immensely at seeing the light reflect off of the object.

"Why are you holding that?" His breathing quickens and I devour the wonderful expression he is wearing right now. I feel a smile on my lips.

"DON'T COME CLOSER!" He gets up and inches as far away as he can from me, trying to somehow escape. But we both know that that won't be possible. I rush up to him and throw him to the ground, feeling the chain rattle.

"AH! Uh" His head hits the ground and he cries out in pain, then he actually starts crying.

"P-p-p-please don't! I'll to anything…please." I lift the knife and bring it to his chest.

Those green gems widen with fear.

He fights vigorously, kicking, punching, but we both know that I am the stronger one. I get up and pull him away from the pipe aggressively, so his hands are over his head. Then I straddle his chest and look at him. He stares back at me with those pleading eyes, ones filled with hopeless tears.

"Please." He whispers.

I take the knife and grab his tank top. He first looks away, then back at me confused.

Rip, rip, rip.

The shreds of cloth that were once his tank top fall effortlessly on the floor next to him. I stare at the godlike skin of my classmate, licking my lips.

"Wait, what?" He looks at the knife, then back at me with those wide, perplexed eyes.

I set the knife gently on the floor beside me and stare at him.

"I know what you are." I sigh out as the light shines on my red eyes.

"Ah" He moans as I adjust my hips and slowly trace my hand up and down his exposed chest.

I lean in closer and look at him. Henry looks away, embarrassed, trying so hard not to cry out as I slowly push against his skin.

"Don't stifle your voice. Make the same noises you made your sister make." I whisper in his ear, and then look at his shocked face. I feel his body stiffen from underneath me and I ignore it.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Oh, so he decides to play stupid, does he?

He tries to move, but every time he moves his body, he grinds against mine.

"Ah, uh! G-get off!" His breath quickens and he looks up at me with hate, but something else as well? I lean down again and start sucking on his neck, while I play with his nipples.

"Ah, mmm, st, stop!" He gasps out then shuts his mouth completely and I see his face flush from the corner of my eyes.

I dive lower and lower, tracing his skin with my tongue, savoring the beautiful sighs and moans from the man underneath me.

Let's make him cry out even more…I take one nipple in my mouth and suck on it, while rubbing the other with my palm. The chain rattles and his back arches.

"Uah! Mmph! Stop!' I smile and nibble on it, he stretches his legs out, pointing his toes.

Oh, how surprising? Enjoyment?

"What's this?" I move off of him and grab his manhood. He tries so hard to scoot back so he can use his arms to lift himself up but only succeeded in bending his knees –which made it easier for me-. I smile and he detects it.

"Are you enjoying this Henry?" I rub his erection from the top of his boxers. He shuts his legs and glares at me with those half lidded eyes. "N-no! You're sick."

"Ah, ah, ah…but it seems as though your body is enjoying it…" I giggle and force his legs open. He grunts with frustration of being the weaker one.

"You perverted bitch." He says between breaths as I stroke him slowly. I smile and stare at his expression. He is trying so hard not to moan; his cheeks red, his eyes half lidded, his mouth open, panting. His chest rises and falls repetitively, sometimes getting more quicker. He shivers at my touch.

"Mmph…st-ahhh!" I grab his boxers and rip them off. He kicks vigorously while I pull them down.

"BRIAN! STOP IT! THIS IS WRONG! WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS WRONG!"

I push his legs apart and hold them down with both of my hands. Then I lean in and take all of him in my mouth.

"Shi- shit…ah, ugh" He tries so hard to close his legs but can't. I lick his shaft and take more of him in my mouth.

"Ugh…..ahh! Brian! Haa…not..." I bite down a little and he yelps.

I chuckle and continue, god I love the noises I am hearing.

"Should I not make you cum, Henry?" I sit up and stare at his contorted face. I let my eyes scan his delicious body…hmm how would he look like in red? I smile when my eyes reach his erect member.

I reach down and give it a tiny squeeze.

"AH! UH" His hips buckle surprisingly and he shakes his head.

I giggle and rub his erection more and watch his face contort with pain and pleasure.

I stroke at a faster pace, feeling his body shiver from under my hand.

"Uh, ah, mm, st-ahh, plea- AH!" Henry tilts his head back, arches his back and cries out.

His juices cover my hand, and I use what was left of his tank top to wipe it off.

He is breathing really loudly, his chest rising and falling really quickly. Henry lies there with his whole body exposed, exhausted. I lean in and kiss him, then trail to his ear where I nibble and whisper "Don't play stupid Henry…I know exactly what you did two years ago. And I don't think that was a very nice thing to do Mon Cheri…don't you think?" I lift my head to see his expression. Oh, how priceless…not defeated yet I see? His eyes are wider than before….

"I, I don't know what you are talking about." He says between breaths.

"Oh, you don't? Hmm maybe I need to force it out of you then…whether you do or don't confess you will get your punishment Mr. Utter." I giggle.

I get up and pull down my pants and watch his reaction. He scrambles away from me, his eyes never leaving my boxers. I wonder why he is so interested in me.

"I knew your sister." I say as I walk towards him, the sun rays dancing on my pale skin. He looks speechless. I grab his feet and drag him across the floor –which is surprisingly hard because he is putting up a huge fight-. We are both grunting with frustration, but I eventually get a hold of him. I grab his knees and push them apart resulting in a loud grunt from him.

"I don't give a shit if you knew her. It is none of your business." He spit out.

"Oh? Where did all this anger come from? I'm just going play out your vision for you…with just minor retouches…you should be happy" I giggle and shove my fingers in his mouth. "Just some minor retouches…so you can know how it felt for your sister, darling"

"Mmph!" I dig my fingers down his throat; he bites down as hard as he can, resulting in a grumble from me.

"Ouch! That hurt, why are you so angry? The only changes are that I'm in your position and you in your sisters'. What's the big deal? It's the same situation." I say in a monotone. He glares at me and I expect him to start crying but…

"The bitch deserved it. Wearing short skirts and low shirts all the time…she was the one who tortured me all the time. She was asking for it." He smiled a sadistic smile…I smile back, concealing my surprise.

"No guilt? No conscience….you're also a psychopath aren't you. She was your sister none the less, sisters should be comfortable to wear whatever they want in front of their siblings without worrying if they would get raped or not. You're the real crazy one here…I like crazy…but, your sister was a really good friend of mine…and now I'm going to enjoy what I'm going to do to you."

His smile melted…

"Wait, what are you d-AH!" I push his feet over my shoulders and shove three fingers in.

"SHIT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!"

"How does it feel?" I purr at his neck.

He clenches his teeth and shuts his eyes in pain.

"F-fuck…st-stop"

His hands are balled into fists as he tries to move them towards me. I laugh out loud.

I start pumping him with my fingers…loving the sight of him in pain.

"B-Brian…st-ah! Uh, mmm, hah!"

The noises weren't ones of pleasure I detect. He trembles and what's this? Are those tears? Finally I get some emotion out of this man.

"I'm going to fuck you until you confess" I whisper in his ear, then I move down to sucking/biting on his collar bone, then down further –still pumping him all the while-.

"I'll….never confess." He says between gasps.

"Well then, I won't hold back" I grab his hair and pull his towards my face.

"You sadistic bast-mmph"

I enter his mouth with my tongue and aggressively kiss, leaving him no time to breathe.

"Mmm! Uhh!" He finally succeeds in tilting his head away, gasping for air. I bite his neck and listen to his cries of pain.

"You….are no different than me!" He gasps as I pull my fingers out.

"Oh? Is that a confession? Why yes…I am no different than you. But I actually have reasons why I do the things that I do."

He takes deep breaths and glares at me with tears in his eyes.

"Cut the bullshit. You and I both know that you have ulterior motives here." Oh, this is very interesting…I sit up and look at him.

"Ulterior motives? And what do you think these 'ulterior motives' are Mr. Utter?"

"You are a psychopath who looks for excuses to torture those around him. So, in my eyes, you are a coward." He says while breathing heavily, trying to calm down.

"Oh…so you are saying that the reason why I'm a 'coward' is because I don't go around killing innocent people because I feel like it? Instead, I kill people because they deserve it? Is that what you are trying to educate me about? Hmm…you are worse than I am…I like it…" I smile and pull down my boxers, revealing my erect member.

His eyes widen.

"Get ready Mr. Utter…"

"NO. WAIT. STOP" He scoots back as much as he can.

I walk slowly, just to make him even more stressed.

"Brian! Seriously, think about what you are doing! You can go to jail for this!"

"HAHAHA!" I grab his feet and pull him. Wow, he is pretty strong huh. I grunt with frustration once again.

"I'm already in jail." I purr, and then I push in.

"AHH! N-"He yells then gasps when I push in even more.

I chuckle with seeing how his body is reacting. He trembles and his whole face is red. His eyes shut, his teeth clenched; I love this sight.

I hear the chain rattle; he is trying so hard to move his hands.

"Mmm, you're so sexy Henry…" I whisper in his ear as I start moving.

"AH, UH, G-GOD, IT, IT HURTS!" He screams out, his eyes wide open.

I feel him panting on my neck as I kiss his skin. I sigh with pleasure and take one nipple in my mouth. Should I make it pleasurable for him? Hmm...

"P-PLEASE BRIAN…"

I giggle…he is begging.

"Yes Henry?" I say in a conversational tone. All I can hear are his cries and the wet noises coming from below. His eyes are half lidded now and it seems like he can't hold back anymore because he is crying out really loudly.

"I! I! Ah! Sh-Shit!" I pump faster and harder, watching his body's' reactions.

"You what? Sorry I can't understand what you are saying." I smile and watch his eyes open with hate.

"I d-don't regret it!" He spits out and smiles a weak smile. I stop and look at him, letting my shock show.

"Oh really now?" I push in really hard.

"FUCK!"

Blood seeps out and he cries out.

"Well then, now that you don't regret it, I won't regret this." I start pumping even faster and harder, losing myself in the process. Henry yelps, probably half conscious.

"Mmm...Henry I'm gunna…"

I groan loudly as I pull out exhausted. He whimpers, from the pain probably.

"Sadist" He whispers. I can hear the tremble in his voice.

"You have no idea…" I smile, then I lick his lips and drag him into a passionate and heated kiss.

"Mmph…mm" Oh god, that was a moan wasn't it…

"Did you enjoy that Mr. Utter?"

"Bitch…" he grunts,

"Can you move darling?" I giggle and watch him try to move but whimper from the pain.

"How did it feel Henry? Did it feel like someone was tearing you apart from the inside? Did you feel helpless? Hopeless? Wait, let me correct myself….DO you feel hopeless?"

I laugh out loud and watch him stare at me in complete disbelief of the situation.

"Oh? You just thought that I was going to rape you? That's it? Well, your sister wasn't that lucky was she?" I walk over to the fridge, whistling.

"Wait Brian…you gave me a taste of my own medicine. You did enough…killing me now won't do anything for you. ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? KILLING ME WON'T GIVE YOU ANYTHING! WHAT ARE YOU TO GAIN FROM THIS! WE ARE FRIENDS BRIAN! FRIENDS!"

I can hear the desperation in that voice. What a wonderful man he is…ha-ha…this is going to be fun.

"Friends, Friends, FRIENDS, FRIENDS, BRIAN, BRIAN, BRIAN! Is that all you can say Henry? You're pathetic." I tilt my head back and let out a loud laugh –shinigami laugh-. "Its time you know who I really am Henry…"

I shut the fridge door and walk over to him.

I set the strawberry jam next to us, sit down in my awkward position, and stare at him with my wide red eyes.

"What do you m-mean?" He is shaking like a terrified cat.

Fear is my best friend.

I open the jar and scoop out some jam with my hand. Then I stuff my face with it…

"Mmmm" I moan as the delicious combination of sugar and strawberry sends me into euphoria. I see him lick his lips…he probably just realized how hungry he is. I stop what I' m doing and look at him –still licking the jam off my lips-. Then I look at the jar and back at him, an idea forming in my head.

"Hmm…I wonder…" With the jam still in my mouth, I dive in to kiss him.

He sighs into my mouth and I can tell he is really hungry because of the way he is letting me probe around his mouth with my tongue. Then I break the kiss to look at him. His cheeks are redder than usual and he licks his lips embarrassed. What's this? What is he thinking? I take another scoop and dump it on his chest. I use my hands to spread the sticky jam around, and then when I'm done I dive down and start licking it off.

"Hmm, ti-tickles…stop you pervert…get away…from m-me." He mumbles as I once again suck on his nipple.

"Delicious…" I say as I dive down and suck on the skin of his thighs.

"Uh…" He starts to pant loudly.

"Does it feel good Henry?" I bite down on his skin and blood gushes out.

"AH! WHAT THE FUCK?"

I lick the wound and smile up at him…

"Strawberry tastes good with Henry's blood…" I giggle and pinch one of his lower cheeks.

"What are you thinking? Don't!" I dive down and let our bodies touch and kiss him with the taste of bloody strawberry jam in my mouth. I feel his body stiffen as I do so.

Slowly I lift the knife beside him without him noticing.

Painless or painful?

He screams as I insert the blade in and slowly glide vertically down his chest. My ears ring with his cries of pain. That sight of him during the process will forever stay in my mind. The fascination of what a tiny instrument can do to a person will forever haunt me…but I love it. He gets weaker and weaker as I start another line horizontal to the other one. Hmm he does look good in red…the blood rushes out and I lick his wounds.

How interesting…he looks more peaceful than before. His eyes shut and his face inanimate. I check his pulse…oh he is still alive. I swoop down and poke his cheek with my thumb.

"Hey still awake? We haven't gotten to the best part yet…"

He groans and opens his eyes slowly and looks at me. What is that? I lean back, unable to break the stare from those green gems. What expression is this?

"Mm-miserable." Defeat? One tear escapes his eye…I lean in and stare with fascination.

"What?" I don't feel any sympathy but I am interested in his reaction…

"My life is m-miserable…" He coughs out blood.

"…You made me realize…I don't deserve to live…I've been living in guilt ever since I did that…"

"So you aren't a psychopath after all…you have my respect." He looks up at me and smiles…

"Thank you. Thank you…thank yo-"He coughs out more.

I swoop down and kiss his cheek and then his forehead.

"Why are you thanking me? I murdered you."

Soft laughter came from below. "Don't you….see? I wanted to die. You put me out of my misery. I will forever be in debt to you. Michelle, are you there?"

He looks out the window, looking for the eerie ghost of the sister he murdered. I sit there in shock. Then I smile and look down at him. Getting up, I grab a blanket and wrap him up in it. He learned his lesson. I rock him in my arms and stroke his hair.

"I want to tell you my real name." I have never told anyone my real name…I think he deserves to know.

"Beyond Birthday."

"Beyond Birthday…Thank you…" I stare into his eyes, seeing how the beautiful color slowly fades.

"Michelle? I'm sorry…I'm sorry…I'm sorry…I'm sorry…I sor-" I see the light escape his eyes. I look emotionless at him, and then I swoop down and kiss his forehead and lips.

Cleaning the scene is the worst part. But it's also like a puzzle, figuring out what you want him to see and what you don't. Let's make it fun for him shall we?

I wrap him up in his blanket after I wash all the prints off and leave him sitting against the wall.

I leave the room laughing hysterically.

"And so the games begin Lawliet…"

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