USUK - In Cold Blood
The first time he escaped. He ran. His shirt barely covered his dignity and you could easily see the red liquid dribbling down the back of his thighs. He panted for dear life as he made an escape into the bathroom. Stumbling; he gripped the window pane in the bathroom and desperately tried to open it before he got back here.
It was stuck fast. Tears sprung up in the corner of his green eyes. It had to move! It had to!
"Artie~" his voice chimed.
He sweat badly, he could feel his sandy blonde locks sticking to his forehead and he was starting to panic. He couldn't come here. No. Not again. The feeling of being violated, fucked, once was enough for him to handle. He couldn't go through it again. No. Please god, let this window open. He pushed again but the window would not budge, his eyes scanned the room looking for something to break it with but it was too late.
The door opened.
A tall figure stood in the doorway. The door was broken and the man stood there grinned. You could see the dark rings of insanity that were covering his eyes. His once bright icy blue eyes were now dark and his dirty blonde hair was messy as always.
In his hand there lay a knife and his jeans remained unzipped with the belt hanging loosely; only held on by the loops in his jeans that it lay beaneath. There was no sign of underwear either.
"Why do you run Artie? Are you afraid?" he questioned, walking closer to the smaller male who was still trying to open the stuck window. "That isn't going to work you know. Oh my little slut~" He grabbed the male's chin and forced it to look at his face. The face of Alfred F. Jones. The face Arthur Kirkland feared most.
Alfred put the knife casually to the bottom of Arthur's neck. "You wouldn't want me to cut would you Artie? Bend over the sink for me like a good whore,"
Arthur didn't want to oblige but within the minute of hesitation - Alfred started to dig the knife into the flesh until small droplets of blood formed. He was now too afraid to speak and his small frame trembled under his touch. With no choice but to do as he wished; Arthur bent over the sink. He gripped onto it desperately with tears rolling down his red cheeks.
"That's a good boy," he whispered in his ear, licking the rim of it softly causing the smaller to shiver with disgust. He was expecting to get brutally fucked again and he screamed as Alfred penetrated deep within the already torn and bleeding entrance. He groaned with delight as he felt the tight walls clench nicely around his manhood. There was no time wasted when he began to thrust.
Occasionally, Arthur would try to struggle or squirm out of grip but it was to no avail. He could do nothing but scream and moan when the taller male struck his prostate; his sweet spot.
After filling the abused puckered entrance full to the brim with his cum, he flipped the sandy blonde over so he faced him. Oh his Artie was so deliciously beautiful when he was frightened.
Whilst he sobbed, Arthur smiled.
"I love you Alfred..." he muttered. He was undeniabely in love with him. Alfred admired the pretty smile on his face. Out of all the facial expressions Arthur made, this was his favourite. He was going to make his face stay this way forever.
"Keep smiling for me Artie," he said as his hands wrapped around the neck of Arthur. He made a final gasp for air and kept smiling just as his master wished. Sudden numbness in his small body appeared and eventually the pain just disappeared. He was finally forever happy with the smile plastering his face forever. Just what Alfred wanted.
Alfred greeted his lover that lay on his bed. His eyes were empty and covered with bandages, the beautiful green eyes that Alfred once loved remained in a glass jar on his nightstand. The tall male crawled over the body of his lover and ran his hands down his face and over the many bruises that rest deep in his neck and where his pulse use to be. The dirty blonde grinned and began to snicker.
The once nice warm milky skin was a pale white and cold.
He knew what he had done and regret filled him to start with but it soon subsided as he licked down the chest of Arthur and ran his tongue over the many scars he made. His jeans were unzipped once again and he made sure to kiss the hand with the engagement ring on it before he thrust himself once again in that tight tight hole.
Until now, he'd never been quite so deep inside him and the tightness felt great while he rammed his erection deep inside.
He loved every piece of his lover.
When he finished once again inside his small precious little Artie, he pulled out and admired him.
Overwhelming guilt and sorrow filled his heart as he looked at the smiling face that stuck forever on Arthur's face. A few tears rained down his face at his motionless body. There was no going back now.
The dying words of Arthur's sweet voice forever remained in his head. "I love you Alfred..."
Arthur loved him.
Alfred loved him.
What had he done...