I think I went a bit darker than you wanted, but I hope you enjoy!
anonymous
October 2 2010, 08:45:34 UTC
The last thing Peter remembered before waking up was a sharp pain in his neck. He gasped for breath and jerked, only to find his arms and legs were pinned tightly to the bed. "What..." "You always wondered what it felt like to be murdered in your sleep, I felt I'd oblige" Adam wiped the blood off the edge of the knife in his hand with a smirk. "Christ" He gets a good look at his chest, seeing the blood on it he knows Adam must have slit his throat. He tugs on the restraints that are holding him still, grunting. "So this is the game tonight? Killing me isn't much of a turn on." "Well it turned me on" Adam straddled Peter's naked form, rubbing the tip of the knife around his nipple in slow circles. "Your mouth was making the most adorable quirks as you bled out..." "That's sick..." And yet Peter wasn't using any of his abilities to get him off of him. He longed to understand more about everything he could do, to master it all, and the man above him had the experience to learn from. "I'm sick, irreparably." As he leaned in to kiss Peter's lips he plunged the blade into his heart, smiling as he felt the jerks below and the sputters above. "That's it... let go..." He pecked his lips softly before tugging the knife out again. "You can't imagine the pain of losing a limb." Peter coughed back awake, his head spinning. He barely felt Adam slide back, but he did feel him begin to finger him. Peter grunted in discomfort. "Yes, this will hurt. The relative sting of it should pale to that stabbing. Don't puss out on me, boy." Adam stretched and scissored his hole with a chuckle as Peter squirmed. "Quit dicking around and just fuck me then, prick. Ahh!" Peter doesn't appreciate the art of torture like Adam. "Say Please." Adam taunted him with a sing song voice. "P-please." Adam happily obliged, pushing into his stretched, but healing, hole. Peter yelped at the pressure, the pain, but as Adam worked into a rhythm he slowly rocked his hips back. The knife drug along Peter's skin, slicing and cutting open little wounds that sealed shut quicker than usual, his body fighting to heal where it hurt the most. "Don't stop...don't stop" Peter hoarsely groaned between breaths. Peter was forced to shut his eyes as Adam sliced a line across his face, blood pooled in the corner of his eyes. "It's a shame that won't stay," Adam lamented, "I don't want anyone else to want you." He kissed him hungrily, biting and tugging on his lover's adorable lip. It didn't take long for Adam to find his release, quivering and chuckling over the bound man. "I'm insulted that didn't get you off, Peter. I should slice it off." "If you do, yours will be right behind it." Peter smiled up at him, groaning as Adam pulled out and climbed off the bed. "Ouch." Adam laughed and shrugged it off, reaching to grip Peter's hair. "You need your rest, darling... you're getting snippy" Peter of course didn't understand what that meant, but it became painfully clear as Adam stabbed the knife into the back of his head right into that very special spot. Before leaving the room he took a moment to kiss his fingers then push them against Peter's limp lips. "Until I come again..."
"You always wondered what it felt like to be murdered in your sleep, I felt I'd oblige" Adam wiped the blood off the edge of the knife in his hand with a smirk.
"Christ" He gets a good look at his chest, seeing the blood on it he knows Adam must have slit his throat. He tugs on the restraints that are holding him still, grunting. "So this is the game tonight? Killing me isn't much of a turn on."
"Well it turned me on" Adam straddled Peter's naked form, rubbing the tip of the knife around his nipple in slow circles. "Your mouth was making the most adorable quirks as you bled out..."
"That's sick..." And yet Peter wasn't using any of his abilities to get him off of him. He longed to understand more about everything he could do, to master it all, and the man above him had the experience to learn from.
"I'm sick, irreparably." As he leaned in to kiss Peter's lips he plunged the blade into his heart, smiling as he felt the jerks below and the sputters above. "That's it... let go..." He pecked his lips softly before tugging the knife out again. "You can't imagine the pain of losing a limb."
Peter coughed back awake, his head spinning. He barely felt Adam slide back, but he did feel him begin to finger him. Peter grunted in discomfort.
"Yes, this will hurt. The relative sting of it should pale to that stabbing. Don't puss out on me, boy." Adam stretched and scissored his hole with a chuckle as Peter squirmed.
"Quit dicking around and just fuck me then, prick. Ahh!" Peter doesn't appreciate the art of torture like Adam.
"Say Please." Adam taunted him with a sing song voice.
"P-please."
Adam happily obliged, pushing into his stretched, but healing, hole. Peter yelped at the pressure, the pain, but as Adam worked into a rhythm he slowly rocked his hips back. The knife drug along Peter's skin, slicing and cutting open little wounds that sealed shut quicker than usual, his body fighting to heal where it hurt the most.
"Don't stop...don't stop" Peter hoarsely groaned between breaths.
Peter was forced to shut his eyes as Adam sliced a line across his face, blood pooled in the corner of his eyes. "It's a shame that won't stay," Adam lamented, "I don't want anyone else to want you." He kissed him hungrily, biting and tugging on his lover's adorable lip.
It didn't take long for Adam to find his release, quivering and chuckling over the bound man. "I'm insulted that didn't get you off, Peter. I should slice it off."
"If you do, yours will be right behind it." Peter smiled up at him, groaning as Adam pulled out and climbed off the bed.
"Ouch." Adam laughed and shrugged it off, reaching to grip Peter's hair. "You need your rest, darling... you're getting snippy"
Peter of course didn't understand what that meant, but it became painfully clear as Adam stabbed the knife into the back of his head right into that very special spot. Before leaving the room he took a moment to kiss his fingers then push them against Peter's limp lips. "Until I come again..."
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