Title: Addict
Summary: one kiss and they were hooked for life.
For: browngirlwrites

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Another kiss. Another snort of the cocaine that brought their souls together, getting them high on just love, nothing more. Love, which was thought to be nothing but innocent and sweet, bringing them together in a thrash-bang violence that they both never thought they'd end up in. Phil's lips were burning into its reddish tint from a heavy make-out session with Chris whom was staring at him with lusty eyes.

"You know, lust is a sin?" Phil reminded him, licking his lips in a very 'I-love-your-taste' sort of way.

"Ha," Chris shook his head, bringing Phil closer. "Speaks the lustful maiden?"

Phil giggled softly and then wrapped his arms around Chris' neck, bringing him closer. Chris had never felt more alive but with Phil's touches, he can't help but feel overexcited, as if a static shock just went through his body and he'd just hold onto Phil forever and push his hands into Phil's top, feeling the flesh of his and Phil giggled, resting his head onto Chris' already bare shoulders. "Lust is a sin, Chrissy…" Phil repeated, batting those eyes almost innocently.

"Oh really?" Chris repeated, taking off Phil's top and massaging his shoulders.

Phil said that he was once sexually abused but Chris wouldn't believe it. He seemed to be melting at Chris' touches like butter…it was cruel, he knew, to not believe his lover about a serious statement. And note, Chris mentally added, lover. Not boyfriend. They were sex addicts, that was all it. Can a sex addict even get raped? Chris shrugged. He didn't think so.

Phil's tongue was into Chris' lips faster than ever, massaging and the heat was just so bad, Phil's arms wrapped around Chris' neck and their hearts pumping and Chris' fingers playing with the elastic of Phil's pretty underwear and not another word was said as Chris slowly whipped away the underwear, leaving Phil clad in nothing. They now matched, skin on skin, flesh on flesh, birthdays suits all around.

Phil smiled at him sweetly before kissing Chris again, their hearts pumping very quickly again but Chris didn't say a word as he pulled him closer, pushing his finger into Phil's entrance. Phil was slightly tight but not as tight as when they'd started ten months ago, obviously. They'd been meeting on the rooftop every night but it was never a relationship. Hell, Chris sometimes didn't know how old Phil was, there was nothing but lust and desire, love was just out of the equation.

Though Chris would say he'd grown found of him and sometimes, he did find himself daydreaming about Phil. Not his ass nor his perfect backside, and he'd be dressed in those cute little PJ's, holding onto a dog and petting it skilfully and Chris wouldn't once think of tearing off his clothes at that moment. Maybe a little comfort managed to find its way towards him. His sexual dreams seemed to decrease less and less and he'd find himself thinking about the scent of Phil's flesh, which was a blend of apricot and peach and just a hint of cherry blossom. The perfume he'd always worn. Chris was attracted to him, like a bee to a flower but the bee would never admit to the flower that there was something more than just the underlying lust that burned through them when they touched. Maybe Phil knew since Chris was never late for a meet-up, even when he had to wake up early the following day. Chris blinked. He knew he'd fallen hard for the ravenette, because really, the taste of him, the scent of him, the pretty eyes…he looked like he was a fantasy. It was like he was really a butterfly.

But that didn't matter. Pretty sex was sex. That was just it. That was all they'd ever grow into. Nothing more. Chris sadly tried to accept that fact and he was winning over his desire right now. He was nibbling onto Phil's neck at first, causing him to jerk forward so that Chris can get a better taste of the salty flesh that was already sweating.

Chris' bites turned hungrier and hungrier and his touch was more demanding as he rammed Phil down with a quick need for lust. It felt as if his body was moving electronically, the feel of Phil was just simply demure and perfect. The wetness of Phil caused Chris to try and not orgasm at first go, as he pushed out as slowly as he could. He continued this process before Phil stared at him with angry eyes, demanding more of him.

"Or…?" Chris responded.

"Harder. Faster. Come on, Chrissy."

"…really?"

"CHRIS JERICHO!" Phil stared at him angrily before Chris laughed and pushed as hard as he could inside of Phil, causing him to shriek with some sort of pleasure and warmth invading him but that that still didn't calm his desire. He wanted more and the shockwave of pleasure wasn't enough. Chris hit again unexpectedly, causing Phil's face to burn in awe and warmth.

Phil felt Chris push in and out for the what felt like hours and Phil wasn't complaining. The longer, the better. Phil tried to reach for Chris. He wanted to hold onto something. Their bodies were out of control, jerking on the inside uncontrollably with sweet warmth and pleasure, almost like the first taste of warm soup onto a freezing night or the first lick of a popsicle in summer heat. It was just like losing himself into another world.

Chris came and Phil gasped softly.

Chris' eyes instantly went to Phil, where he was just full of blood. The sight made Chris' stomach twist. But this never happened before! In two months…? Phil was crouching down towards his underwear and slid down the black, tight piece of fabric before standing up, the blood still at his knees as he walked towards him. He looked almost sophisticated and if it wasn't for the hyperventilating and the almost tearful look to his eyes, he'd be perfect for playing a part in a movie.

"Lust is a sin." Phil repeated, between breaths.

Chris stared at him with a confused and worried face.

"LUST IS A SIN!" Instantly, Phil tackled Chris and stroked through his hair and those pretty little olive eyes of his were just much more sharper and darker as Phil's teeth bit into Chris' neck. They were nibbles, but harsh ones and no blood was coming out.

"Sorry…Chrissy…I'm…lust is a sin," he repeated, staring at him with those cold blue eyes. "It's a sin, Chris. You know? The seven deadly sins…? I'm one of them. I'm Lust itself and you don't love me. I'm just penetrating through your brain and making you want me. I'm making you kneel to me like my servant as my own pleasure and yes, I have been raped. I'm dead. How did you think I died? In Hell? Come on, Chrissy. Come with me…"

"You were raped to…"

Phil gave out a small smirk. "By you. At the age of 12." He said with a cold voice, staring at him with angry eyes. "Lust is a sin, Chrissy…lust is a sin…lust is a sin…lust is a big sin…"

Phil pulled out some sort of knife and Chris gave him one last kiss, remembering that 12 year old boy. He didn't even know his name. He was severely drunk at that point when he hurt him and he didn't know he died from it. He didn't know how he fucked him though. He remembered a knife and he remembered a Sharpie and he didn't want to connect the dots. Chris was addicted to lust and now lust was betraying him.

Chris stared at Phil, whom had those sad little eyes, the same ones he had when he was 12 and his knees were trembling and the blood was spilling and the black hair turned blonde hair, and he was that adorable little 12 year old boy again, with a knife in his hand and slightly shorter. A smirk to his lips and the silver knife hit sweet flesh fast enough…

"Repose en paix…"

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"Repose en paix…" = rest in peace in French. Well, browngirlwrites wrote '& maybe a Jericho/Phil one? Por favor?' In her review so…;D decided to include some French. Yes, I am aware that 'por favor' is in Spanish but I am not Spanish. XD. Nor am I French but I know French more than I do Spanish. ^u^

Thanks! Baiii xxx

X Sam.