The man looked down at his hands covered in blood and without concern wiped it off onto his leg before moving back to the bed where his victim lay. Kneeling on one knee on the side of the mattress he reached over the body and pulled out the knife buried in the man's chest. Disdainfully he straightened moving away from the bedside wiping away blood once more this time from the blade of the knife. Reaching the doorway he turned and looked back to where the dead man lay. His brown hair soaked with blood and his blue eyes now sightless as they stared in horror up at the ceiling. Every man has his limits. It never amazed him how some people just couldn't get that.

Not even a pretty boy can get away with misbehaving forever.

Slamming the door shut the man moved down the hall towards a room at the other end and opened the door letting it slam against the wall as he flung it open. He watched the eyes examine him taking in the blood before moving upward until their gazes locked.

"So you did it?" The man sprawled across this bed asked, even though he knew the question was unnecessary. It was obvious that he had. Biting his lip he let the shiver of excitement run through him as his loved crossed to him. Idly he wondered just where his mental state had gone so terribly wrong that it took murder, not just any murder but once committed because of him, to bring him to this state of excitement and arousal. He watched the knife lift and his breath caught momentarily as the side of the blade was touched to his neck tracing the vein that he knew must be pounding there.

Of their own will his eyes closed and his head dipped back giving this killer better access to his throat wondering if this would be the day of his death or if once more his lover would leave him to live with this delicious anticipation of his own murder. There was no question in his mind that some day he would come to some terrific end as had the ones before him and all the ones since that he had brought about; he only hoped that this would not be the day. He hadn't quite had his fill of this man yet.

"I should kill you," the man purred darkly as paced away then turning he watched his lover's head lift and those damned eyes of his open to look at him with that gaze that tore straight through his body and settled in his groin every time. "One of these days..." He promised meaning it knowing that the other man was aware he did. He also knew this was what would make their coupling this afternoon so bloody wonderful.

"You should," the man on the bed said arrogantly running a hand over his own arousal. Clothes were strictly forbidden by his lover unless they were going out in public… something they rarely did these days. Grabbing the chain attached to the collar around his neck the man wrapped it around his neck pulling on the ends slightly so that his already ragged breath became even more labored. He saw those eyes he loved turn from anger to passion wondering for what had to be the millionth time if this was the look his victims saw before he killed them.

Slowly the man made his way back across the room to the bed buring the knife in the mattress. Easily he knelt on the side as he reached out taking the chain from his lover's hands and removing it from his neck. "I will not allow you to take my pleasure from me," he said simply letting it fall loosely before lifting a hand and striking his lover with the back of it across his face. Roughly he grabbed the man's hair bringing his face to his own ignoring the excitement there. "Your death rests on my will and my will alone. I am the only master of your fate and destiny. You lost all rights to it the day you placed yourself at my feet and begged for the things only I can offer." Then before either of them could think he bend capturing the restrained man's lips in a bloody and painful kiss before straightening licking the blood from his lips.

"You know what I think, lover?" The other man asked recklessly and dangerously he taunted this killer hoping to push him to his limits and maybe beyond. "I don't think you have the guts. I don't think you have what it takes to kill me. I think you are nothing more than a coward." He saw the eyes narrow as they changed again. Something he had never seen before began to grow there. He didn't realize that his chain was being unclasped from the bed until his lover stood and yanked him off the bed roughly.

"I don't have what it takes?" He growled angrily moving across the room in great angry strides purposely leaving his lover on a short leash so that he could not quite catch his balance and was half dragged behind him. "You think I am a coward?"

As the door was flung open crashing into the wall for the first time the chained man wondered if he hadn't gone too far this time. This little excursion was something new. Normally his lover would stride into the room and fuck him until both their bodies were drained of all strength and their minds were numb. "Where are we going?" He asked only to have his makeshift leash yanked painfully sending him crashing to the floor to be drug the rest of the way.

Only aware of the anger flowing through his veins, the killer strode back into the room he had left earlier; his nostrils flaring at the sight of the body there. He'd almost not killed this one. He'd almost left him to live as he was growing tired of his lover's antics, but the young man just simply hadn't had the brains to understand what he was dealing with. Yanking his lover to the bedside in one fluid motion he sent the chained man sailing up onto the bed where he landed half across the corpse's body. "Do you still believe I can't kill you?" He sneered darkly as his lover froze at the sight of the dead pretty boy.

"You really killed him," he breathed and shivered at the resulting chuckle that came from behind him. The sound lacked all traces of humor and idly he wondered if it was what Satan sounded like when he laughed. He'd never seen one of them before, these boys whose deaths he'd so carelessly brought on. He'd never smelled the stench of their blood or looked into their eyes that had held such passion, but now only held the cold sightless signs of death.

"Are you really so stupid that you thought I was just playing all this time?" His lover asked sneering as his distain for the living man on the bed grew by the moment. He knew the man's intelligence could never come close to his own, but hadn't until now realized just how lacking he was. He watched the other man sit up slowly then look at him as if for the first time he was realizing what kind of man he was with.

"No, I knew," he said softly and the killed paced restlessly the urge building within him once more. "I just… I don't know. You're going to kill me now aren't you?"

"You would like that wouldn't you?" The killer asked angrily as he stopped at the end of the bed once more. Truth was he didn't want to kill this one, not yet anyway, but he was no use to him if he wasn't entertaining. If he didn't understand… what good was he?

Slowly his lover's head shook from side to side before he loved back at the dead man once more before moving off the end of the bed putting himself directly in front of his lover. "Not today, I think," he said lifting his eyes to meet the other man's once more as his passion overtook him again. Danger… death… the realization of his own mortality… nothing was a bigger aphrodisiac to this man. "Please, isn't there something else you would rather do to me than kill me?"

Satisfied for the moment and suddenly unwilling to wait the man spun his lover around letting the chain fall limp as he bent him over so that his arms could brace on the mattress as he spread his legs. "Don't fucking move," he warned before he moved to the night stand next to the bed where the lube he'd used earlier lay. Glancing at the boy's blue eyes once more he shivered remembering the look in them as his life was draining from his body. Quickly the killer coated his cock which was now painfully hard and already dripping precum before coating two fingers and moving back to his lover.

"I want you to look at him. I want you to watch his lifeless eyes while I fuck your brains out so you will never forget just what kind of a man I am." The killer sneered before shoving the two lubed fingers into his lover careless of the pain only wanting enough of a stretch so he wouldn't be useless after this.

The chained man knew he wouldn't ever forget this boy. The sight of his eyes would haunt him for the rest of his life as none of the others had been able to. Slowly a smile spread his lips as a sense of power began to spread through his veins realizing what he had done. What little sanity he had left was shattered and when his lover slammed his cock inside of him he screamed… loving every second of it.

Never one to be gentle today he was even rougher than normal setting a hard painful pace and several times the man was afraid his legs would buckle from the force of the other body slamming into his. Not once however did his eyes leave the corpse's eyes and by the time his lover had finished a new thought had begun to form in his head. The sudden loss of his lover's body was unexpected, so lost in the boy's eyes he had missed his lover finding his release. Weakened legs gave in their fight and the chained man found himself on the floor resting on his knees at his lover's feet.

A sick grin twisting his lips the killer looked down into the eyes studying him and recognized the need there. It wasn't sex he was now craving despite his own hard and aching cock; it wasn't his own death he was longing for any longer as he had now found something to distract him, there was one thing and one thing alone that would satisfy the craving that was overtaking him. "You want to see if you can do it, don't you love?" The man asked watching the eager smile spread his lover's lips. The man laughed out loud suddenly rejuvenated before looking down at him once more.

"Alright, I will see what I can come up with," he promised. "First things first though Viggo my love. You need to take Jake out back and bury him in the garden with the others and then you and I need to go out. I think I know just the boy to take your place."

Excited Viggo bounced up and kissed the killer's cheek before wrapping the dead boy up in the sheets from the bed. "Who is he?"

Sean closed his eyes and pictured the new boy from the coffee shop. Long brown curls and big chocolate brown eyes that held a look in Sean knew few understood. The boy craved something most people couldn't give him, just like his Viggo. "His name is Orlando, and I think you will just love what he will make you do."

The End