"How could you do this to us?" The man cried curled up on the floor as the man he had just yesterday sworn was his one and only forever love stared down at him disdainfully. "You are such a child making a big deal about everything. I don't know what the crap you are crying about. It was just a piece of ass." The younger man shook his head and turning stomped away leaving the other man to cry until he was too exhausted to move. Putting his hands under his head the older man stared at the baseboard on the wall wondering how many times he was going to put up with this, wondering why it felt like such a betrayal to him and seemed to be little to nothing to the other man, wondering how he had misjudged their love so badly.

Eventually the tears dried and the pain turned to something all together different, something harder, something shaper, something that people should be afraid of. "Jesus Christ, you're still on the floor like some kind of Goddamn baby? Jesus you're pathetic!" He hadn't heard his lover come in, but heard his words. They served to scorch what was left in his heart of their love. "I loved you," he whispered and the younger man just laughed. "That's why I like you man. You're such a fuckin sap. If you had any brains you would be dangerous."

As the man's eyes hardened beyond anything recognizable as the easy going man his friends knew, his fists curled up into tight fists and his jaw was clenched so hard that a muscle twitched. As the younger man grabbed a jacket he'd forgotten and turned to leave, the older man got up and glared ice daggers at his back. "If I were you it would not be my brains that I would worry about," he warned softly. Recklessly the younger man laughed and turned his head to reply, but the words never came out before his world went black. The older man looked down at the crumpled form lying at his feet stone faced. "Vengeance may belong to the Lord, but payback is a bitch. So this should be something that you are familiar with my love." The older man smiled, but there was no joy or comfort on his face as the plan began to form in his head.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

** The Older Man's PoV **

I took my time in my planning. I wanted everything to be perfect after all. Each detail no matter how tiny was gone over many times turning it over in my head, looking at it from every angle to make sure that it was the perfect choice. Then when I got everything planned perfectly I waited some more.

It wasn't that I was unsure that I was doing the right thing because I knew in my heart and soul that this was the only one true decision that was fair and just. It wasn't that I was afraid about what would happen after it was done because even in the slim likelihood that they figured out the truth I have no doubt that they would see that I had no other choice. No, the reason for my hesitation was so that I could savior the beauty of my plan. It truly was a work of art after all. What good was it in spending so much time in planning something of such importance if you were going to just rush through it and not savor your accomplishment?

As I walk into the darkened room, I couldn't help the frown that formed on my face. The world just moved too fast for my liking. Everyone's always in such a hurry to get to the ending that they miss the opportunity to appreciate what they have created. Turning on the light I spotted my guest and couldn't help but smile as my mood lifted considerably. Walking over I let my fingers trail over his naked body and couldn't miss the shiver. Looking into his eyes my smile softened as I plainly read the terror in his eyes. I always loved the way he reacted to me. The fact that the eyes that once held lust and the deepest devotion now held fear and anxiety did not bother me a bit. After all he brought all of it upon himself. All I asked for was loyalty, but apparently that was too much for him.

I was willing to give him everything he asked. I mean look at him. He's beautiful. He's breathtaking. He's as close to perfection as you could get and not be some Greek God. For him I would have overlooked just about everything. I would have looked past his "me" complex. I would have ignored his need to always be the center of attention. I would have learned to live with the fact that he treated me like some sub par human being if only for the chance to say that I belonged to him and him to me. What I couldn't overlook or look past or ignore or live with was sharing. That's just something that I do not do.

He swore. He looked me in the eye and swore he would love me and me alone forever and beyond. He swore. He swore and then he turned right around and laid down for the one man I hate more than any other being on the earth. It's beyond inexcusable. It's a crime that can only be paid for by one sentence.

So there he lay on his back on a metal table I found in the basement of his lover's home. The thought of where I was made me laugh. They called me stupid, but yet what would you call a man that used his birth date as the security code for his alarm system? He'd been frantic you know, looking for him. Everyone was, and you know I was the just as upset as the rest of them. Sure everyone knew that we'd broken up just a couple weeks before he disappeared, and of course it made me their primary suspect… to begin with anyway. But with no evidence, having found nothing in my home or my family's home or any other place I might be, after they realized I could not have had the time to commit any crime. After all I was in Texas at the time he disappeared with witnesses that saw me there trying to get on with my life… how could I be in another state at the same time? I pushed thoughts of my new lover out of my mind I couldn't be distracted… not then… not when I was so close to completing my plan.

He'd laid here for weeks on his back on this cold metal table, laying in pain and fear not knowing if he would be saved or if this would be the spot of his death. It must have been torture hearing the man walking around upstairs the few days he was home, knowing that there was someone so close that rescue was within his reach, and yet it never happened, never would happen because I decided that this would be the day, the day that it all came to an end. I was ready to get on with my life. I was ready to be with a man that really knew what loyalty was.

Moving down to my betrayer's waist I touched with my gloved hands the wire that had been held there taut, digging into the fragile skin of a man's most sensitive spot. I could only imagine the agony that he was going through. "Are you ready, Baby? Are you ready for it to finally be over?" The poor thing, I could see the uncertainty in those brown eyes of his. Did he really want this to be finished? Surely by now he knew that I was not going to let him live. And not only was I not going to let him live, but I was going to take down my enemy with him. He would be charged with the crime I committed, probably sentenced to die by a jury of his supposed peers or as close as he can get. That bastard has no peers truly unless they start putting serial killers and pedophiles on the jury. I truly believe that he is just as bad as them. By framing him for my crimes I am only sparing humanity of his evilness. So…

If you think about it…

I am really doing the world a favor.

That thought did make me smile and as the joy spread through me I pulled at the wire until it completed its incision and my betrayer's manhood fell from his body rolling across the table and onto the floor. The scream… the scream that I heard then was like music to my ears. Blood flowed freely from his body and quietly I stood there watching as his life passed before my very eyes. "You have only yourself to blame." I whispered to him. "Maybe it WAS my mind that you needed to be worried about after all Randall." Quickly I stripped my body of the clothes I had taken from Paul's closet and throwing them in a trash bag hurried up the stairs throwing them in a corner of his garage near the trash cans. Then after redressing I left the house smiling satisfied and called my lover who was happy to hear from me. "When will you be here?" He asked and I smiled softly hearing his need for me in his voice. "I am on my way," I promised and heard the pause. "Is it... Is it done yet?" I chucked softly before answering. "Yes love, it is done and I promise Paul will pay for the way he has treated you all these years."

I could hear him sigh relived on the other end of the line. "I love you David," he whispered and I sighed contented. "I love you too Shawn. You are my one and only forever love."

The End!

Read story#10 When Justice Becomes Revenge