Psycho Chan's Note: Lalala…la…um…la?

Cuts Nine and Ten: Shiv and Ebon

As weird as it was, Shiv was not that bad a boyfriend. Sure, he was odd…and that was putting it lightly. He had childish tendencies…a lot of them. Actually, within a few weeks of dating the man, HotStreak decided it was easier to say that Shiv had adult tendencies considering every once in a while he's pull a sane stunt…like eating an apple or washing his clothes. But that didn't matter. It was better than being used, that was for sure. Over time, Francis sorta…turned 'soft' as he thought it. HotStreak had learned not to take things for granted. Like a person who cares about you. He would never take that for granted again. Never.

"You're being weird again." Shiv snickers, snuggling into the warmth of his boyfriend. The purpled haired boy thought it was strange to see HotStreak be all lovey-dovey when they were alone. He was prone to snuggling, nuzzling and even cuddling.

"Oh, I'm the weird one?" The red head scoffs, nipping Shiv's ear. "Don't get me started on that bullshit Shiv."

"Well people expect it from me." Jerking his head back, Shiv moves around in HotStreak's arms, tilting his head up to take the other man's lips. HotStreak kisses the other boy, admitting that he had them there. He really did.

"Shut up."

Taking that as an order, the scrawny man gets up, pushing his boyfriend down. Shiv rubs the bare chest of the warmer body beneath him, grinning. "I can't do that." Shiv chuckles, grinding his body to HotStreak's.

"Mmm~I know. You lack that ability." Francis shivers as the quirky kid works his magic. He has a scrawny body but he knows how to use it, that's for sure.

"And you lack the ability to control your temper. Funny ain't it?"

With an awkward growl/moan, HotStreak bucks Shiv off his hips, quickly pinning him to the matt Shiv sleeps on. "I control my anger just fine you little shit." Annoyed, HotStreak bits hastily at the tawny skin of the Korean man.

"Sure you do HotStreak~" Shiv coos, wrapping his skinny arms around the other man's pale neck. Deciding it best to just blow it off, HotStreak grinds their bodies together, sending pleasure into both bodies. That Shiv was a smart ass, unable to keep his comments to himself. "What time is it anyway?"

"Donno." HotStreak hums onto the smaller man's skin, rubbing his thighs quickly. "Why does it matter anyway?"

Shiv's body trembles slightly, leaning into HotStreak's experienced hands. "I gotta meet Ebon soon or he'll get mad."

"He already is." Another's voice startles Shiv and confuses HotStreak, causing all movements to stop.

"E-Ebon…" Shiv stutters like he does when he is in really deep shit with either the dark man or HotStreak.

"You're late and I know I told you to not keep me waiting." Shiv squirms out from underneath HotStreak, scrambling to get his clothes.

"Sorry boss."

"What the hell?" HotStreak was confused as hell. "What makes you think you can just-"

"Shiv, I'm sick of this shit yer pullin'…" Ebon cuts the red head off. HotStreak backed out of his crew a while ago, and he didn't like how Shiv was always gone with him. Absolute trash. Didn't matter he fucked him either. Not one bit.

"I know Ebon, I-"

"Choose. Now." Ebon's voice was full of venom and hate. His emotionless face was the same, but his satin eyes narrowed to slits.

"Choose? Choose what?" HotStreak didn't like where this was going.

"Boss, I-"

"You either pick me, and leave that white trash behind or you pick him, and I'll leave both your asses behind, in the center of the fuckin' earth."

Then it dawned on the red head. He wasn't the only one Shiv was sleeping with. Why he would sometimes wake up without him or why some nights he had to leave. He was running to Ebon.

"Well…" Shiv finished getting dressed, pretending to think. "I stay with the Meta Breed and you." He turned to HotStreak. "Sorry. At least you taught me a few things in bed." Shiv chuckles with pride.

Just before HotStreak could spring up and mangle that thin neck, Ebon smacked him across the face. "Guess it's time we teach this bitch a lesson." Shadows engulfed all three men, a cold shudder hitting Francis. "Okay okay." HotStreak didn't want to anger the man. "Sorry. I'll just go."

"Too late HotHead." Ebon kicked the man onto his back. "You fucked Shiv and now you'll pay. Everyone know he's mine. And I take care of what's mine…and that means from absolute whores like you."

HotStreak tried to get up, looking to see if he could escape. No luck. He was now in Ebon's dark world and the only way out was when Ebon says so.

"Use your powers and you'll be standing in Hell." Ebon stomps on the large body on the ground repeatedly. "And I'll make a promise that you'll go in a slow manner too." Ebon sticks his foot underneath Francis, rolling him over roughly. HotStreak let him, knowing if he fought, he'd only endure more damage. As crappy as his life is, he still wanted to find that someone who could accept him.

"Hey boss, can I help?"

Shiv's voice caught the attention of both men, one in betray and shock, the other in amusement.

"Sure." Ebon grabs HotStreak's red hair, jerking his body. Francis is forced to get to his knees. "Cut him up…"

"Sweet." A new grin appears on Shiv's face. The one that was full of love moments ago. HotStreak watched helplessly as glowing razors grew from Shiv's sleeves. The boy sauntered over slowly, chuckling rather insanely. There was a ping of pity in Shiv's heart about what he was about to do, but he loved Ebon. Not HotStreak. He had actually used HotStreak to get Ebon jealous. It worked too.

"D-don't…" HotStreak whimpered out, fighting Ebon's grip, one on his hair and the shadow that had wound itself around his wrists, holding them behind his back.

"Let's do this." Shiv lets out another cackle, swinging down his arms, slicing an X onto HotStreak's already scarred chest. A scream gets caught in the red head's throat as he refuses to let it out. Shiv's eyes light up as blood runs from his former lover's chest. "That never gets old."

"Nether does this." Ebon tightens his grip on the short hair in his left hand, another shadow forming. HotStreak attempts to look, but is made full aware of what Ebon was referring to as a thick shadow tunnels into him, ripping him. This time, HotStreak is unable to keep back a scream.

A cold hand makes it's way around his trembling body, black fingertips digging into the fresh gashes in his open chest. Shiv watches, waiting for his new lover to be through. The thrusting started hastily, purposely meant to bring pain. The rapid movements was a sickening sensation that Francis never felt before, and he wanted it to stop. With another scream, HotStreak bares the pain, knowing it can't last forever.

After what seems like years, Ebon grows bored, retreating the shadow. HotStreak slumps forward, laying lazily on concrete, panting heavily. He notices that the shadows are now the subway station again. "Let's go Shiv. I'm rather bored of this trash."

Simply shrugging, Shiv follows the other man into a portal, leaving behind a worn out man. Just happy that the whole thing was done and over with, HotStreak gets to his feet and looks around. Moving around hurt him, as he limps to get his clothes. With no where else to go, HotStreak decides to just wonder the city until he got a better idea. Once fully clothed, he makes his way out of the underground concrete.

Blood soaks the front of his shirt. The cuts weren't deep, so he guesses that that was Shiv's way of saying he's sorry. That boy had a habit of slicing up other men and killing each one. He was the first to live.

The scenery changed from street lights and closed stores to more of an empty space. Trees and open sky. The smell of exhaust is now a pleasant mixture of fresh air and grass. It somehow brought comfort to HotStreak as he lays on a park bench, resting his sore muscles. He was glad he was alone for once.

He could just imagine the bruises on his body from Ebon's boots. They wouldn't be very pretty. The slices Shiv made would be just another scar to add to his body. He could point out every mark on his body. There were claw marks from Talon on his shoulders. Ferret left many claw marks on his back and even a few bite marks where you could see his fangs. Then there were the many wounds from his father. Damage from knives, whips, belts, bats, nails, damn near anything Jay could find. Ebon left a few careless slashes as well with his belt and Shiv left his fair share all over, clawing with razors. Then there was the one that haunted HotStreak. The open gash Static left.

That scar was the most noticeable. The skin left actually had a black tint. The skin was coarse and uneven. The scar actually went dipped into his body because Static had actually burned away flesh. The rim of the disfigured skin was abrade, a mixture of black and his actual skin color.

With more than enough time to think, HotStreak digs out his knife. It somehow always seems to bring him comfort. Like with each cut, as the blood flows out of his body, it was like his problems were leaving him. As if his sins were being forgiven. It wasn't a temporary solution in his mind, the scar was proof that what had happened was real. And that he survived it. Meaning he isn't as weak as he thinks he is.

The man slowly begins to drift in and out of consciousness.

One day, he hopes to rid of it. Get rid of it and never have to look for a different one. But that would mean that someone would have to accept him. To overlook his repulsive body, twisted past, and his corrupt way of thinking. That wasn't so promising. If someone like Ebon or Shiv didn't want him, then who possibly could? He had Tony, who did but only because he didn't know the whole truth of Francis, but he cheated on him. Even if it was for money.

The first cut was to Shiv, who taught him that what comes around goes around.

The second to Ebon, who made it clear to him that he was worthless. Always was and always will be.