AN: Took me a little while, but I finally figured out what I wanted to say in this chapter. Sooooo . . . here's the next chapter and such.
The water caressed Squidward's body with the intimacy of a long lost lover, curving down every inch of his pale aqua skin. He shuddered, a soft moan escaping his lips, though his arousal had little to do with the shower and more to do with the deed he'd just committed.
The game was officially started now. No, more than started. He had a very good lead so far. Funny how he had to continually remind himself of that fact. He hadn't anticipated the rush that would follow dismembering SpongeBob like that. That feeling of the knife slipping into trepid yellow skin, breaking the surface with a soft squish.
Orgasmic. Absolutely orgasmic. Squidward chuckled, wrapping a bloody tentacle around his own cock now, stroking in time to his laughter. That look on SpongeBob's face right before he'd sliced, too. Priceless. He'd known he'd enjoy this, but he hadn't expected it to turn him on quite as much as it had.
He pulled his hand off his cock, hastily turning off the faucet and stepping out of the tub, wrapping the towel around his waist without bothering to dry himself.
He was much too insane to sexually satisfy himself. No, SpongeBob would work perfectly well in this situation. Squidward licked his lips, stinging his tongue with the taste of shower water and dried blood. Huh, guess he hadn't washed himself too well after all. Ah well, it would be a reminder.
Not that he needed any more reminding. He stepped out of the bathroom, reaching for the door separating him from his reality project.
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SpongeBob couldn't black out. Couldn't pass out. Couldn't sleep, couldn't fade away, couldn't do anything.
All he could do was cry. Shiver and cry and hurt.
Oh god, did it hurt. He moaned, shoulders slumping forward as he sobbed, each tremble of his thighs bringing yet another jolt of pain.
Pain. Squidward had hurt him. Really physically hurt him. Tears slid down flushed cheeks, SpongeBob barely able to comprehend this. Yes, he'd known deep down that he annoyed Squidward, but . . . but . . .
He gasped for breath, sobbing harder than he'd realized. Squidward hated him. HATED him. That was almost as awful as the feeling that knife had brought him. No, that had hurt worse. Having body parts removed, flesh torn away, but . . . but . . . oh god, Squidward hated him. Squidward hated SpongeBob.
And SpongeBob loved Squidward so much. Had always loved him. Adored and admired and idolized.
How could this be happening? After all the love SpongeBob gave? Was his love not enough?
The door creaked open, revealing the toweled Squidward. SpongeBob gasped softly, unable to stop crying, stop hurting, stop loving, even as Squidward stepped closer to him.
"Awww, was I too rough on you?" Squidward cooed, voice unbelievably cruel, careful calmness eroded now. SpongeBob's eyes widened, flesh tingling the closer Squidward stepped. "What's wrong, SpongeBob? Don't you like what you see?"
SpongeBob whimpered. "S-Squidward, I-I n-need to go to the hospital."
Squidward rolled his eyes. "Oh please, SpongeBob, I barely touched you." He reached out, stroking SpongeBob's face smoothly, suction cups grinding against the scabbed cut on his cheek, breaking the flesh open once more. Pus and blood dribbled down SpongeBob's jaw. "Trust me, darling, you'll be beyond the need for hospitals by the time I'm through with you."
"W-What do you mean?" SpongeBob couldn't fight Squidward off as the octopus untied him, flipping him around before rebinding him. SpongeBob groaned, face pressed into the chair with his ass facing up, completely exposed for Squidward's pleasure.
"You may no longer be a man, Sponge, but I think I'm still going to fuck you like one." Then, amending, "Well, fuck you like a bitch, anyway." He laughed once more. Cruelty was easier than calmness, although he truly felt no hatred towards the sponge.
In fact, as far as Squidward was concerned, he was only doing this because he loved SpongeBob. Loved him enough to present him with the gift of reality.
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"Well, that was a nice date," Mindy smiled, nuzzling against Patrick's arm.
The starfish sighed, yanking his arm away from the mermaid. "Yeah, well, whatever, I guess."
She batted her eyelashes, pouting her lips a bit. "Anything else you have planned for the night?"
"Uhhh . . ." A bit of drool trailed down Patrick's chin, his eyes dull. "Nah. Going home."
"Want me to walk yo—"
"I DON'T LIKE YOU!" He snapped, scowling. "Jeez, Mindy, back off already. I mean, you're hot and everything, but you're just so boring. All you talk about it "books" and "the theatre" and "ruling the sea". So what?" He turned away, heading towards his house, leaving a shocked and brokenhearted princess behind him.
He'd rather talk to SpongeBob any day.
. . . SpongeBob.
The star paused in his walk, eyes widening a bit. SpongeBob. Now there was an interesting conversationist. And he was pretty cute to boot.
Oh . . . oh Neptune, what was happening? Why were Patrick's pants suddenly feeling so incredibly tight? And why was his heart beating so fast? And why was he suddenly running home, eager to reinvite his best friend over for that sleepover he'd idiotically canceled?
Did the whys really matter? He shivered a bit, going into his rock and tossing his date clothes off, rubbing a pink thumb against the head of his cock teasingly before redressing in his purple and green shorts. Did this look good enough? Neptune, why did he even care if he looked good enough? It was just SpongeBob.
The name sent shivers down Patrick's non-existent spine and yet another pump of blood to his painfully engorged cock. How had this happened, this sudden adoration for SpongeBob? SpongeBob . . . oh damn, another shudder, a pleasured moan. It tickled his lips, buzzed pleasantly through his mind.
He didn't know how this happened, no, and honestly at this point it didn't matter. He needed to find SpongeBob. Now.
Where was . . . oh, right! Squidward's house, duh. Patrick smiled, stepping out of his rock and approaching the Easter Island head that was his neighbor's home.
If he didn't get his feelings out now, surely he'd go crazy.
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SpongeBob hadn't realized it was possible to hurt any further than he already did, but he'd been wrong. Horribly wrong. He writhed, screaming as Squidward shoved his cock in and out of him. Grunts and groans of pleasure mixing with the sobs and sniffles from SpongeBob, the sharp slap of dry bodies grinding and penetrating echoing through the room.
The octopus may have physically been in ecstasy, but mentally he was already piecing together his next move. True, rape was all well and good, but how could he destroy SpongeBob's sense of reality further? He had to hurt SpongeBob deeply, deeper than himself. After all, the yellow boy was a selfless guy. He placed others' needs before his own.
But who was most important? True, Squidward understood that SpongeBob was in love with him, but there were other forms of love, after all.
Funny. The idea of shattering others to shatter SpongeBob hadn't occurred to Squidward until this moment. It angered the cephalopod that he'd left this idea unturned, forcing his thrusts to quicken all the more, to tear into the sponge's virginal flesh rougher. More blood gushed from the ever-breaking SpongeBob, wails of desperation filling the small space in a crescendo of absolute agony.
The idea berated Squidward, echoing and taunting. Break SpongeBob, rebuild him, break him through someone else. Break him by proxy. Proxy, who could be the proxy? Who meant the most to SpongeBob? Why wasn't it occurring to Squidward? He growled, thrusting harder. Fuzzy, everything was growing fuzzy in his rage.
And then, just like that, clarity. In the form of a knock on the door.
Squidward paused, pulling out of the bleeding and crying SpongeBob. Who would knock on the door now? He pulled away, exiting the windowless room and stepping down the stairs, not bothering to redress as he opened the front door.
Patrick.
Squidward couldn't help smiling, hand on his hip as he eyed the starfish.
Patrick. Patrick Star. Patrick Proxy.
SpongeBob's best friend. His oldest friend. His most important friend.
Essentially, SpongeBob's everything.
Squidward laughed, not caring how odd this must look to Patrick. A naked, blood-covered Squidward, laughing in the doorway.
Time to invite the little sacrificial lamb in, Squidward supposed. Time to truly get to some hard core heartbreak.
Time to show SpongeBob how much love could really hurt.
