Author's Note:

Work work work… -sigh- write write write… -sigh- school school school… Sleep? HA! Yeah, so, not much to say, just keep reading and commenting, and I'll stay loyal to this story!!! Who am I kidding, of course I'll keep writing this, I'm planning something I really like!

Chapter Eight: Demolition Lovers

Ryuichi watched as A.F. fastened the white mask over his face. Lately, he had grown concerned about his lover's motives. When he spoke to Ryuichi, it was soft and passionate and loving, but, in bed, well… the bruises spoke for themselves.

It didn't help that his lover was beautiful. Even his death pale flesh couldn't distract from the godliness that radiated off his flesh. A Greek deity cast from Olympus. A seducer with unimaginable powers, Ryuichi's heart couldn't help but to be enslaved.

"I love you," Ryuichi said as A.F. crossed pass him to the door, trailing the light scent of peppermint and rose petals that seemed to follow him wherever he went.

Ryuichi gasped as A.F. turned to face him. "What did you say?" The corners of A.F.'s mouth twitched, as if he were holding back laughter. "I didn't hear you. Speak up."

"I-I love you."

A.F. snickered and muttered, "Of course you do," before turning back to the door and taking the knob in his head. The door creaked open and he stepped out of the room. Filled with anguish from an unknown source, Ryuichi followed him down the hall.

"Don't you love me too?" Ryuichi asked, the hint of a whimper in his voice. Ryuichi didn't like the way A.F. brushed him off sometimes. They were lovers. Not master and servant.

"Haven't I told you that before?" he replied.

"Yes… but sometimes I wonder if you mean, or if you're using me." Ryuichi words cut off. Never before had he voiced the growing fears he felt. All of this chasing of Shuichi left him jealous.

A.F. turned and walked towards him, raising his hand as if to strike Ryuichi. Flinching, Ryuichi shut his eyes and waited for the pain. Instead, he felt the long elegant fingers he loved stroke his face and brush a thumb against his eyelid. Soft kisses against his ear, gentle nibbling on his ear. Burning tears threatened his eyes and he turned away.

A.F.'s strong hands grabbed his shoulders and turned him. "Why do you flinch and cry from my touch?" A.F. asked quietly, as Ryuichi pressed an arm against his eyes, concealing his shame. "Of course I love you."

"Then leave Shuichi and Yuki alone!" Ryuichi stepped back, shocked by his own outburst. He whimpered before burying his head into A.F.'s chest. "Just leave them alone! Please! Goddamnit, we have nothing to do with them," he was sobbing now. Hot tears splashed against the wooden floor, exploding in waves of pent up fury. "Why can't we be together? Just us! We'll run away, go to another country where you're not wanted. I love you, just like Shuichi loves Yuki! I used to not understand, even I tried to break them up, but if what I feel for you is a quarter of what Shuichi feels for Yuki… then… then…" Ryuichi didn't know what to say.

A.F. shoved Ryuichi off and resumed walking down the hallway. "What you ask of me is impossible. The plan must follow through. I will see the end of Yuki and Shuichi."

"Bastard!" Ryuichi shouted back, "You're a bastard! I never ask anything of you! I let you do with me what you want, but all I want is this! Not to try and stop you for moral reasons, but because I'm selfish," Ryuichi fell to his knees and balled his hands into fists, "I want you to myself," he said in between gasps of breath, "All to myself."

A.F. had stopped and lit a cigarette. "You should stop talking now, before I decide you a annoyance."

Ryuichi's eyes popped wide open. He collapsed on the ground and lied in his tears. "Don't go. Stay here with m-"

"I will dispose of you if you don't stop. I am well past needing you, and have only kept you by my side because I find you tolerable. Tip the scales and you might find yourself worse for wear."

"Is that how you treat your lovers? Some item to be disposed of when you no longer want them around," Ryuichi whispered as he grinded his teeth together."

A.F. laughed, "You're right. The games are over. You are no lover of mine. Only a pawn in the game I play. A sacrifice to capture the opponent's king."

Looking up from the floor, Ryuichi stared at him. "Why are you saying this? I love you! Just yesterday we were talking about our lives together… forever. How can you just say these things?"

"Sometimes," A.F. said as smoke blew from his lungs, "I get caught up in the moment, too involved with the game. The fact is that I don't love you. And frankly, right now you're embarrassing yourself. Get up and be a man about it." A.F. turned and walked towards the apartment door.

"I love you! Don't leave!" Ryuichi was sobbing again. Slowly, he brought himself back to his knees. "You bastard! If you go, I'll warn Yuki and Shuichi about you! I'll get them to go back to Japan before you can lay a finger on either of them."

In the blur of his black suit, A.F. turned around and smacked Ryuichi, knocking his back to the floor. Falling to his knees, A.F. grabbed a handful of Ryuichi's hair and lifted his head so they were staring in each other's eyes. "You'll be dead before you can do such a thing!" A.F. smashed Ryuichi's head against the floor. Veins ruptured and snapped as hot blood spurted out of his nose.

"Fuck you!" Ryuichi shouted as a fist cracked against his jaw. More poured from his mouth and seeped onto the floor.

"Not that it matters," A.F. said coolly as he fingered a stray white hair behind his ear, "If everything went to plan, Yuki will be dead in mere moments. A neat little suicide to leave Shuichi defenseless."

Ryuichi watched, horrified, as A.F. threw his head back in a blood curdling laugh. Using the moment, Ryuichi raised his fist and smashed it against A.F.'s face. There was a loud snap and A.F. let go of Ryuichi in shock. Crawling on his hands and knees, Ryuichi went to the fire place and grabbed the poker off the holder.

"Damn you, fucker!" A.F. roared as he looked to the posed and ready to fight Ryuichi. There was a long crack along the porcelain mask across his right eye. Grabbing the mask, A.F. ripped it off and threw it to the ground. His face was twisted in rage. The blazing violet eyes, the small, up turned nose; beauty filtered by evil. Thin lips twisted into a sneer as he launched himself at Ryuichi.

Seeing the monster come towards him, Ryuichi swung the black metal as A.F. reached out his arm and caught the poker in mid-swing and ripped it from Ryuichi's hands. A.F. whipped it across Ryuichi's knee and then smashed it against his back.

Screaming in pain and anguish, Ryuichi tried to squirm towards the phone that was knocked to the floor. A hard boot stomped down on his hand. Sickening cracks sounded as the bones twisted and snapped. The other boot smashed against his face in a strong kick.

Blood and tears poured down Ryuichi's face as A.F. stooped over and grabbed the boy by the neck and lifted him into the air. Laughing, A.F. watched Ryuichi struggle and kick before spitting on him and pummeling him with his fist. "Let's see how bad I can fuck up your pretty face!" A.F. shouted in between the punches.

Dropping him to the ground, A.F. took to kicking his sides, snapping the ribs. "Stop!" Ryuichi screamed through his blood locked throat, "Oh god! Please stop, it hurts!"

A.F. dropped to the floor and hissed, "There is no God here." Standing back up, A.F. grabbed the poker and raised it above his head. "Say that you love me."

Ryuichi looked up, pain glistened across his eyes, "Please… please don't."

"Say it!"

"I love you!" Ryuichi screamed, "I love you with all my heart! Just don't! I'm begging you!" Ryuichi squeezed his eyes shut. "Please don't… I love you!"

A.F. giggled, "I love you too, babe." He brought down the poker and crashed it against Ryuichi's thin legs. Vocal chords straining, Ryuichi screamed at the top of his lungs as he felt a knee dislocate. "Go on, scream!" A.F. Shouted, "No one can hear you!"

Several times he swung the unforgiving metal until Ryuichi's legs were a bloody wreck. Satisfied, A.F. dropped the poker to ground. Ryuichi heard it clang somewhere near his heads. His throat was damaged and scarred from screaming. All he could do now was silently sob and pray for it to be over.

A.F. wiped his hands clean and turned back to the door. "Yuki is about to be dead and soon Shuichi will know so much pain that he will envy your current state. Stay the fuck out of my way and you may keep your life."

He opened the door and stepped into the public hallway, "Oh," he said, sticking his head back into the room, "Yesterday, you were magnificent. Shuichi drank every last drop of what you gave him. Just think, when this is all over, you played the biggest part in their downfall. Good bye, fucker."

Ryuichi heard the door slam shut as he spat out a glob of congealed blood. With every last bit of his strength, he crawled for a moment before wincing in pain. He couldn't even bare to turn and look at his ruined legs.

Shuddering, he took a long breath and reached into his pocket for his cell phone. The scent of A.F. was already gone. His hand shook as he flipped it open and went to his contact page. 'S' for Shuichi. Pressing the button, he closed his eyes and tried to hold back the tears as the phone rang.

"Hello?" Shuichi asked on the other line, his voice bright and cheery. "Hello? Ryuichi? Is this you? Hellllloooo?"

"Shuichi?" Ryuichi's voice cracked with pain and tears.

"Ryuichi! What's wrong? Are you ok? Is Yuki with you? I can't find him."

He started sobbing again. "Shuichi… I'm so, so sorry…"

After Note:

Alright! Actually finished one in decent time! Well, time to do a con update. Unfortunatly, I will not be able to do Acen in Chicago :'( But, Collosalcon in Sandusky OH is still good to go (I will be soubi) and then Garusunoshicon (or Glass City con as it is now called) in Perrysburg. And of course, that concludes my con year.