"I don't want to go. It's humiliating."

"You have to go. It's your turn. Those are the rules."

Peter looked away, towards the woods. The house of their next victims loomed in front of the two killers. It was huge and beautiful, like all of them. Right on the lake, with ivy growing up the front. Real classy.

"Like you follow the stupid rules," Peter mumbled.

"Jesus Christ! Are you ever going to get over it? You're being ridiculous, Tubby." Paul laughed breathily. "It was once. It was a moment of weakness."

Peter still didn't look at him.

"Now, are you going to go introduce yourself to the Murrays?"

Peter knew he didn't actually have a choice, but he stayed silent.

"Tubby?" Paul craned his neck to look his partner in the eye. "Are you?" He raised his hand slowly, put it on Peter's cheek. Peter flinched back, the cotton in Paul's glove rubbing his skin.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked, trying to sound irritated. His voice shook. Stupid, stupid.

Paul smiled his eerie smile. "Quit being so moody. It's really unattractive." He grabbed Peter's face, pinching it painfully with his spidery fingers. Peter winced, and then Paul's lips were being smashed into his in a very unromantic, matter-of-fact way. Peter gave one muffled protest, then began moving his lips against his partner-in-crime's.

Suddenly Paul pulled away. "Wait," Peter gasped. "I wasn't—I…"

"Faggot," Paul smirked, but he leaned into Peter again, kissing him unrelentingly rough. He moved his hands down to either side of the other's waist, squeezing it mockingly. Peter was slightly offended that even while kissing him Paul was berating him for his weight. Not offended enough to stop, of course. His head felt light and there was a constricting sensation in his chest.

He tried his best to breathe through his nose but he just couldn't keep up. This time he pulled away, panting harshly.

"If you were in better shape," Paul started, but he didn't finish the thought. He didn't need to. Peter was feeling sufficiently shitty about himself. Only Paul could make him feel so good and so horrible.

Peter choked down a gasp, blinking hard, as Paul's gloved hand moved to his crotch rather forcefully.

"Tom, did I ever tell you you're my best friend?"

Peter shook his head desperately.

"Cause you are." Paul gave Peter a quick squeeze, then pulled his hand away. "Now go get me the goddamn eggs."