One-shot. Kind of creepy.
Brendon shook his head, trying to speak though the mouth gag Ryan put on him.
Ryan giggled. "Silly boy. Pretending like you don't know." His face turned serious again. "Well, it doesn't matter if you know. You really hurt me, Brendon. I loved you, and you sleep with a whore?"
Brendon tried to explain, but it came out as a mumble.
"Now, what was that song of ours that I love so much? Ah, yes. 'Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off.' Do you remember how it goes?" Ryan smiled as he traced the outline of the knife he held in his hand. He looked up. "Sing for me, baby."
Brendon stayed quiet and wide-eyed.
"You don't want to sing? That's a first." He shrugged. "Oh, well." Ryan tied an apron around his waist. He came closer to Brendon, and sliced from his mouth to his ear on both sides of his face.
Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as your sliding off your dress?
"Is she a better kisser, baby? I bet she is." He kissed Brendon's lips softly. "Oh, well." he cut his lips off. "Now your lips are mine."
"Do you look at her with more love and adoration than you do with me? I bet you do." He looked into Brendon's frightened eyes. In one swift movement, he cut out his eyes. "Now your eyes are mine."
"Do you touch her in everyway she wants you to? Making her beg for more with each rub, each movement of your fingers?" He stroked his hands softly, then cut them off vigorously. "Now your hands belong to me."
"Am I hurting you, babe? I don't want you to hurt. I love you. Just like you love me. Not at all."
Brendon gasped as Ryan stood behind him and held the knife to his throat. "Oh, sweetie. I could never do that to you."
Well then think of what you did
And I hope to God she was worth it
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as you're fingers touch your skin
"I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck than any girl you'll ever meet. Sweetie, you had me. Boy, I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of exchanging body heat in the passenger seat? No no no you know it will always just be me. Let's get these teen hearts beating faster faster!"
Brendon struggled in his chair.
"Are you trying to get away from me? Aren't you having fun, honey? This is fucking fabulous, right?"
Brendon shook his head, tears and blood pouring out through his newly opened eye sockets.
Ryan licked his tears away. Don't cry, honey. It's okay."
"I know you are, babe."
"Uh fluv foo."
"I know you do."
"You want me to let you go?"
"I've learned that I can't trust you, so why should I believe you won't run away?"
"Uh fould neber foo vat tho you."
Ryan sighed, and sewed Brendon's lips on. "You can only have these back if you promise to only use them to kiss me."
When Brendon's lips were attatched, he started putting Brendon's eyes back in. "You can only have these back as long as you only look at me."
Ryan hesitated when he started sewing his hands. "You can only have these back if you use them only to touch me."
"I promise." Brendon replied, and purred.
Ryan shivered, and sewed his hands back on.
"Oh Brendon! I'm so sorry..." He wrapped his arms around Brendon's neck.
"It's okay, baby..." Brendon started covering his neck with kisses.
"Mmm..." Ryan shut his eyes.
Brendon stuck his hand down Ryan's pants and started rubbing him.
"Brendon..." Ryan moaned in his ear.
Ever so slowly, Brendon began reaching for the blood-stained knife. "Oh darling, I'm so sorry I..."
Brendon put his lips over his as he got the knife. "Don't apologize. I love you."
"Oh god, I love you too..."
There was a battle of lips and tongues as Brendon brought Ryan to the edge a couple of times, Brendon holding the knife in his other hand and smiling.
Ryan orgasmed, gasping and falling into Brendon's lap. "I love you, Brendon." He whispered.
"I love you, too." Brendon grinned, and then plunged the knife into Ryan's spine.
Ryan moaned, more of a moan of arousal than a moan of pain. But he didn't bleed.
Brendon's eyes got wide as Ryan chuckled.
"Silly boy. You can't kill what's already dead. You can't escape me. We'll be together forever."