Football Slash Holiday Exchange Fic

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Title: Perfection
Characters: Sergio Busquets/Krkic, Busquets/Xavi, Busquets/Ibrahimovic, Busquets/Valdes, Busquets/Messi; Jose Mourinho mentioned
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:SEVERE & GRAPHIC DARK!FIC WARNINGS APPLY, HIDDEN FOR SPOILERS! gore, knife-play (briefly), body dismemberment, torture, rape/non-con, necrophilia Not-as-spoilery: death, BDSM (M/s), collars, boot-licking, riding crop, dub-con, sexual asphyxiation
Words: 5,253
Summary: Sergio Busquets has to make things absolutely perfect, only his vision of perfect isn’t quite a normal view on the issue…
A/N: this is a Serial Killer AU written for the holiday football slash exchange for kitty69lover. It was an idea that came from the sordid mind of a friend, wh_mermaid, without whom this fic wouldn’t have come to light. I really hope you like it because it was really fucked up and I thought I would squick myself out while writing it! D: Also, it is written out of order on purpose, I promise I didn’t forget to count correctly. I also promise I’m not insane nor do I need to be committed, though I did question my sanity MANY times while in the process of writing this fic.

DISCLAIMER: This fic is not for fainthearted people. It is dark, at times gory, and very uh…graphic. Please read at your own risk.

Three.

The radio was playing some old-school style song that would be popular in America if there were fifty year olds listening to the radio. He wasn’t even sure why the radio was on that particular station, but it didn’t really matter; he wasn’t listening to it and he had more important things to focus on.

The windows of the car were fogged up with steam and the small space outside that they had parked just off the road on was secluded enough to not have anyone see them from the road. The black car also helped hide them in the shadows. That was perfect. A shirt hung on the driver’s seat’s headrest; a tie was lying on the divide between the front and back seats. Someone’s shoe had been flung distractedly against the front windshield; the other was at the back.

Sergio was in love with the way the man on top of him was kissing his neck. He didn’t care that this man wasn’t the world’s best looking, or that he was an egotistical asshole that wanted to get too far in the world of politics. He didn’t mind that in an hour or two this man would be lying on a ground somewhere, dumped out because he was no longer valuable to Sergio anymore. Right now, he wanted a good fuck. And by God, he’d have it.

One, two, three, four, five. Three.

The middle number, mid-way, middle, it still had to be perfect. Sergio glanced to the front passenger seat and nodded at the dark-haired man who sat there. Perfect, and perfect it would be.

Sergio let the wannabe politician slide his hand down his own chest and stroke his cock. There was no lube or other form of preparation on hand that would leave traces. It was just spit and want that kept the politician’s hand moving up and down Sergio’s cock. Sergio felt himself closing his eyes and losing himself for only a moment or two in the bliss that was being created with every stroke.

But then he remembered his place.

Growling low in his throat, Sergio pushed the other man off of him and shifted their positions so that the taller younger man was laying on the leather backseat and looking up with want.

“Now, now, Sir. We don’t want to rush things, do we?” Sergio asked lightly and rubbed the man’s nipples.

“Fuck, just let’s get this over with. I can’t be caught here, you know that.”

“I do, an aide to the ambassador could never be caught with his fly down with a man’s lips wrapped around his cock, could he?” Sergio asked rhetorically, answering with his own sinister humor in silence.

“Glad you see the point, boy.” The aide replied and pressed his hips into Sergio’s.

Sergio’s eyes darkened with a hidden rage that only he knew the true depths of. He smiled slowly, a dark smile with no humor of any kind. Even the aide noticed and shifted slightly uncomfortably underneath Sergio’s body. Sergio kept the smile and slowly worked his hands down the man’s body stopping only at his cock.

“Close your eyes, just for a moment.” Sergio said softly; reluctantly, the man complied.

That would be his last mistake.

Sergio slipped the knife from the side door pocket and shifted in the seat. He kept a close watch on the aide as he slowly drew the blade down his chest. Unsurprisingly, the man opened his eyes.

“What…what are you doing?”

“Didn’t I tell you?” Sergio asked in genuine confusion. “I like knife-play.”

The man’s eyes widened but Sergio acted too quickly. He plunged the blade deep into his victim’s chest, blood slowly seeping out at first before running along the man’s tanned skin. Sergio’s eyes flashed with venom as he jerked the blade through the skin, cutting deeply through the man’s heart and upper torso.

He heard the delicious sound of surprise mix with death gurgle in the back of this man’s throat. He adored that sound. Sergio watched the blood run along the muscles of his victim’s chest, down onto the leather seats to pool in the creases. The politician’s aide was dead now, but that wasn’t enough.

Sergio looked at the empty, lifeless and fearful eyes as he stabbed him continuously in the chest, the arms, even the legs and his face. He lost count after twenty or so stab wounds. Sergio looked at his masterpiece, shredded and bloodied in the backseat of the rented car and frowned. Something wasn’t quite right about the final picture.

Smiling to himself, Sergio knew just how to fix that…

Two.

Sergio wasn’t fond of men much shorter than himself, at least not since the incident that started this. Frowning, he pushed that thought aside and looked at the man just down the corridor from himself. He was short with a serious face, thick eyebrows rose from an intently studious expression on the man’s face. He was attractive enough, but not overly so. Sergio found his height significantly lacking to his appeal.

Still, he would do for the evening’s frivolities.

Sergio worked his way down the corridor of the dungeon and stopped near the smaller man. He had seen him around here before, several times but Sergio didn’t know what he did, where he came from, even what his favorite football team was. That didn’t matter; it was irrelevant to the event.

Sergio’s fingers twitched in a deviant excitement he was somewhat ashamed of having. Then he pushed it aside and focused on the man in front of him.

“Interested in joining me, sir?” Sergio asked with a cool-detached politeness.

“If you like, sir.” The man replied in turn.

“What’s your name?” Sergio asked to keep up his polite chit-chat while walking them into an available room. He shut and locked the door behind himself after checking that no one had seen him enter.

“Xavi.”

“You know the rules of the agreement you signed, I presume?” Sergio asked, rolling up his sleeves.

“I do,” the man, Xavi, replied and then added a moment later almost in hesitation, “master.”

“On your knees then, boy.” Sergio commanded and looked around the room for any objects he might find to aid in his plan. Sat in the corner, already waiting for whomever Sergio had managed to find, was the same dark-haired man who Sergio loved more than anything. His partner. Sergio nodded to him in acknowledgement and studied the row of toys.

He smiled slowly when he saw the instruments along the wall. Mourinho’s Bondage Playhouse had everything it would appear, he thought to himself and then looked at Xavi who had in fact knelt to the ground in front of Sergio.

“Never look at me, unless I command you to do so.” Sergio ordered and then moved over to the wall.

He found an appropriate collar, red leather unlike the others that were so garishly decorated with spikes or faux-diamonds. Sergio rolled his eyes at the thought of using something so tacky and picked up the chain-linked leash that went along with the collars and carried them back over to where Xavi remained waiting.

He was patient; Sergio liked that.

Sergio leaned down and placed the collar around Xavi’s neck and latched it into place. Next, he clipped the chain leash to the appropriate place on the collar and stood back.

“Undress yourself, be quick about it, won’t you?” Sergio asked rhetorically and waited for Xavi to comply. He was even more attractive without his shirt on, Sergio thought as the bare chest came into view.

Once Xavi’s shirt had come off and he made quick work of his trousers, Sergio made a study of him while he moved back to the wall and took another instrument he would use in hand.

Xavi was small, but well built. Someone who spent time working out in a gym, undoubtedly. He had an air of authority about him, but then again that’s probably why he was here. Not that Sergio cared. This was for one thing and one thing only; there was no way he was going to develop an interest in someone he had only this one particular use for.

One, two, three, four, five. Two.

The second in line, second, the back-up, the intentional target after an accident. It had to be perfect. Sergio glanced again at his partner, who licked his lips. Yes, perfect. That was all the permission Sergio needed.

When all of Xavi’s clothes had come off, Sergio moved closer and took the end of the leash and tugged Xavi closer. Stumbling on his knees, Xavi moved forward so that he was immediately in front of his temporary Master.

“My shoe is a bit dirty. Lick it won’t you?” Sergio offered and Xavi complied by crouching down on all-fours and began to lick obediently. “You’re a good slave, aren’t you?” Xavi remained silent, like a good pet should. “You enjoy being ordered, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master.” Xavi replied after feeling a tug on his leash. Sergio tugged a little harder to pull him away from his shoes. They were covered with saliva, but that wouldn’t matter for long. They were clean, at least.

“Undo my trousers, slave.”

Xavi’s fingers moved to undo Sergio’s belt but gasped heavily after a sharp tug.

“I said undo them, not remove them.” Sergio replied sharply.

Xavi nodded slowly and warily regarded the object still in Sergio’s hand. Sergio’s eyes darkened slightly as he flexed his fingers along the shaft of the weapon in hand. Xavi undid the zipper of Sergio’s trousers and worked it down carefully. Sergio had not bothered with underwear and so his half-hard cock slipped slightly out of the space between the teeth of his zipper.

“Suck it.” He ordered quietly. “Show me what a good cock slut you are.”

His hands were surprisingly steady, Sergio noted while Xavi stroked him to full hardness. He watched as Xavi bent his dark head forward and began to lick at the tip of his penis. Sergio huffed an impatient sigh and Xavi took the hint. He moved his mouth forward so that it covered all of Sergio’s cock. He gagged a little as Sergio shoved his hips forward, thrusting into Xavi’s mouth.

Sergio tightened his hold on the chain leash so that Xavi could move only a little. Taking advantage of the lack of movement, Sergio thrust quickly into the open mouth, enjoying the sound of Xavi’s gagging and gasping for breath. He smiled darkly as tears began to form in the creases of Xavi’s eyes, and then slowly streamed down his cheek.

Finally deciding to use the weapon in hand, Sergio raised the riding crop so that it brushed against Xavi’s balls. He felt the groan around his cock and his gut clenched a little.

“Do that again, slut.” Sergio ordered and groaned softly when he felt Xavi begin to hum around his dick. “Fuck.”

Suddenly he pulled back and watched Xavi pitch forward slightly. Sergio tightened the leash so it wavered little and Xavi was supported fully by his collared throat until he regained his balance.

“It’s not nice to make Master come before he is ready,” Sergio tutted. “What do you say?”

“I’m sorry Master.”

“You must be punished. Stand.”

Xavi rose slowly, keeping his eyes on the crop.

“Turn around.”

Sergio saw Xavi swallow and felt his inner sadist leap forward at the opportunity to inflict pain. He lifted the crop and struck Xavi’s buttocks gently at first, reveling the flinch that Xavi made. With each gentle flick of his wrist, Xavi would flinch. Sergio reached down and stroked himself with the first few hits. It soon wasn’t enough and he began to hit him harder.

Xavi bit his lip hard; Sergio could see him doing it and he reveled in it. As Xavi’s butt began to grow redder and redder with every lash, Sergio grew more and more frustrated. Not only with this failure of a substitute, but with himself for ever allowing this to happen in the first place.

“On your knees!” He shrieked, tossing the riding crop away. “Hands and knees.”

It took Xavi a moment to respond and that was too long for Sergio. He pushed the disappointing slave onto the floor and spread his ass cheeks with his hands. Not bothering to prepare him—after all, he should have already done that before entering a BDSM dungeon, Sergio thought—he pushed himself fully into Xavi’s ass.

The cry that fell from Xavi’s lips went unheeded as Sergio thrust faster and faster into the body beneath him. It was wrong, it felt wrong, it was the wrong ass and the wrong kink. It was the wrong place and the wrong city, hell, the wrong time, but it didn’t matter now.

Sergio thrust faster and faster into Xavi’s body, ignoring the pained cries from the one who was wrong. As he moved, he tugged the leash tighter and tighter until he gave up and simply held tightly to the collar itself, using it as leverage to piston into the tight ass he was thrusting into.

As Sergio neared his completion, he felt Xavi slump forward, but he still kept a tight hold of the collar. He felt his balls tightening and his gut clenching and he groaned just before he pulled out to come on the floor. His eyes closed and let Xavi slump forward onto the floor in front of him.

Licking his lips, Sergio enjoyed his sated feeling of release and stood. He had a little cleaning up to do now. He glanced over at his partner and they shared a dirty smile.

“Go home, I’ll clean up tonight.” Sergio told him and watched the other man walk out of the room after a silent agreement.

Sergio was painstakingly careful about removing all of his fingerprints from everything he had touched. He cleaned up his semen from the floor and he never once looked down at the still-open eyes of the choked man who had given him his nightly pleasure.

Four.

The headline from two days’ previous’ paper still lay on the desk by the door. Sergio had stopped reading about the other night’s exploits long ago; he had something much more important to do with his time. Still, the headline that read ‘Swedish Ambassador Aide Scandal’, followed immediately with the summary of the article: ‘Aide found mutilated with own penis in mouth’ was quite funny considering all politicians were pricks anyway.

He smiled in his own humor and moved to the table in the middle of the room. Once more his partner’s voyeuristic tendencies had him still sitting at the desk.

“You do love watching, don’t you?” Sergio asked rhetorically, hearing the ‘mmm-hmmm’ from the other side of the room. He smiled to himself; he did like showing off, after all.

Sergio shivered slightly and thought that perhaps he should have worn a jacket after all because it was rather chilly in the room. Shaking his head, he told himself that it would have only impeded his movement and made him sweat even more after the fact.

The technical term, he thought only to himself while he undid the zipper of his jeans, was lagnonector; though, he assumed it wasn’t all the time in his case. Sergio considered the issue further as he lubed his cock and then began to guide it into the bald man on the table, who remained unmoving.

Sergio thrust slowly and braced himself on the cold metal of the morgue’s exam room and thrust into the pliant cold body. He had been handsome enough, Sergio thought while looking at his face. Too bad he’d had to die to be a use to him, though, Sergio thought almost in remorse. He didn’t always murder his sexual partners, although more and more these days it appeared to be a common occurrence and it kept happening. Sergio sighed.

One, two, three, four, five. Four. The penultimate, the second to last, the almost relief. It would be over soon, and then everything would be perfect.

Sergio clenched his eyes shut and groaned as he came. He thought about finishing the whole problematic situation in which he found himself, as he began to clean up. He smirked at the photo of that idiot Ibrahimovic and adjusted his collar.

He smirked at his partner. “One, two, three, now four. One more and we’ll be finished.”

The dark-haired man smiled sincerely. “Perfect.”

One.

It was perfect; the whole thing was perfect.

Sergio smiled at all of his hard work. The candles were lit, the music played softly in the background. Dinner had finished a half hour ago and Bojan was finishing up with cleaning the dishes; Sergio had insisted he did not have to do that, but Bojan told him it was all right. Sergio relaxed and looked around the rest of the room.

It was more than a little bit foolish, he thought, to have done things up this way. But well, he was a man in love and what man in love didn’t do something stupid in such circumstances?

Sergio relaxed and made his way out of the bedroom and back to the kitchen.

“Leave it and let’s go to bed.” He said huskily and moved to pull Bojan away from the sink. “Let’s celebrate our anniversary properly.”

Bojan smiled the shy, sweet smile he usually had in Sergio’s presence and agreed. They made their way to the bed, losing clothes along the way. Bojan took one glance at the romantic scene and his cheeks flushed slightly while leaning into his boyfriend.

“It’s perfect, thank you.” Sergio beamed with pride.

“I’m filming it so we can always have this memory of us, together.” Sergio murmured quietly into his boyfriend’s hair.

Sergio could not get enough of touching Bojan; his skin was soft to the touch, hard of muscle. There was such a state of innocence about him that always made Sergio feel like he could find his salvation with him. Bojan made the nightmares go away; Bojan was his world.

There was nothing that he would not do for his Bojanito. Nothing.

“One,” Sergio said kissing Bojan’s lips and took control of the kiss.

“Two,” he said while kissing lower over Bojan’s chest. The boy writhed under Sergio’s tongue.

“Three,” Sergio slowly stroked Bojan’s cock while the boy arched off the bed and moaned.

“Four,” he said while kissing his way down Bojan’s abdomen to stop right in front of his cock.

“Five.” Sergio swallowed Bojan’s cock with an expert move that caused Bojan to grab a tight hold of the headboard.

Sergio could feel the bed begin to shake, so into the sensation was his Bojan. Moaning in his throat, Sergio hummed around Bojan’s cock, causing the boy to arch even more. Bojan’s hips bucked ferociously against his mouth and still Sergio sucked harder. He would make his Bojan come, if it was the last thing he did. He glanced up at the camera above the bed and made a show of how much he was enjoying giving the blowjob.

“I love sucking your cock, don’t you enjoy it Bojan?” Sergio asked, releasing Bojan’s cock with a small ‘pop’ from his lips.

“Oh God yes, I do, I do!” Bojan moaned and his hips bucked again when Sergio licked along his shaft.

“Moan louder, you know I like it.” Sergio grinned wickedly up at his boy before resuming his diligent duty to perform the most amazing blowjob that had ever existed.

Bojan arched into his mouth and gave small thrusts. Sergio did not mind being on the receiving end of a face-fucking, but only if it was from someone he was truly committed to. Just anyone would not do.

“Fuck, Sergio, fuck, you’re so good at this!” Bojan half-whined and pushed his hips up further.

Sergio glanced up to see the white-knuckles of Bojan’s hands on the slats of the headboard. He knew Bo would be close and so he sucked even harder on the tip, causing the boy to jerk forward with a loud moan.

“Fuck, Ser—!”

An unpleasant sound, followed by a small puffing wheeze, then the silence told Sergio there was something that wasn’t quite right. He felt a warm liquid on his cheek, his forehead, and in his hair. With Bojan’s cock still in his mouth and the lack of semen, he knew that Bojan hadn’t come yet.

Slowly glancing up, Sergio pulled back with a horrified cry.

The camera, including the mount it had been on above the bed, had fallen, jerked with the movements of Bojan’s tugs on the headboard. It had landed right square in the middle of Bojan’s head, caving it in slightly, leaving blood and brain matter scattered on the pillow, the bed, and the walls.

Sergio shuddered and released a cry of horror while he jumped off the bed. His hands moved through his hair only to pull it away in disgust. He stared at the pinkish grey substance on his hands as well as the thick crimson liquid.

Suddenly he was in a different place, long ago, in the woods behind his house. All of those animals, missing pets from the neighborhood, were dead all around him. Some were bones, others fresh corpses, but he had killed every one of them. He buried them when he was finished with his experiments.

‘Look mummy, a rabbi-frog! Half rabbit, half frog!’ he had shown her, but she hadn’t reacted the way he had wanted. She hadn’t patted his head and told him what a good boy he was nor rewarded him with sweets or a hug. She had simply stared at him, shaken her head, and the horror on her face had been evident from the start. He had tried to plead with her, ask her what he had done wrong, but she could never answer him.

She had had to go, Sergio reasoned now, she would have told someone…

Back in the present, Sergio looked at Bojan’s dead body and swallowed his pain.

“Five, and then I will make it perfect again.” Sergio promised silently and swallowed hard while he moved to the shower in an effort to calm his nerves.

As he washed away the blood and brain matter, he relaxed himself by creating a mantra in his head. “One, two, three, four, five, and it will be perfect again. One, two, three, four, five…one, two, three, four, five…one, two, three…”

Five.

It had been almost a year since Bojan’s absence and still Sergio had not found the perfect one.

All the others had been a fickle substitute, a replacement for something that could never be perfect. Bojan had been everything; submissive, a slave, a pet, a boyfriend, a friend, a lover, a partner, and yet no one could possibly replace him. None would ever come close to that level of perfect camaraderie.

He had almost given up hope of ever finding him when he did just that, in a bookshop near Barcelona. Both he and his partner made a quick-study of the stranger and decided that he would be wonderful.

The man they found was young, a bit older than Bojan had been, and quiet but not shy. He would be able to learn well, Sergio thought as he watched him. He only hoped that the man was gay and interested in a tall, reclusive man such as himself and his friend.

Taking courage from his mission and the reasoning behind it, Sergio moved forward and introduced himself to the cute stranger. Thankfully, they appeared to get along quite well and so it was only natural that after the drink Sergio had offered him that they return for some more conversation and company at Sergio’s home.

Anxious not to mess it up, Sergio insisted that they go slowly and told the new man, Lionel his name was, that he did not have to return home with him unless he was absolutely comfortable in doing so. Leo, as he had insisted upon being called, told him not to worry and that a little more conversation couldn’t possibly hurt before he would return home.

Sergio smiled inwardly at how easy it had been to get him home.

Just like Bojan had been easy.

“You have a lovely home,” Leo said once they arrived inside. “It’s very clean and organized.”

“I like order,” Sergio said while moving over to the bar for another drink. “But I have already told you that.”

They shared a small smile and Sergio downed his drink quickly.

“Would you like the tour?” Sergio asked, hoping that Leo said yes. He had several rooms of great importance to show him, including The Bedroom, of course.

“I don’t see why not.” Leo said with a smile, which Sergio returned.

“Excellent, right this way.”

Sergio took him through the usual rooms of the house and then stopped outside of The Bedroom. He noticed Leo’s demeanor change, so very subtly but he noticed that the enthusiasm had faded a little. His companion was a little more hesitant. Chalking it up to nerves about being outside of a bedroom, Sergio pushed open the door.

“And this is my bedroom.” He said grandly and stepped back so Leo could enter.

Once he had, Sergio heard the sharp intake of breath and he moved into the room, shut the door, and leaned against it. He watched Leo pale and his eyes widened with fear and trepidation.

“Who um…who…what…” Leo stammered and quickly looked back at Sergio. “I’d like an explanation!”

Sergio glanced lovingly to the bed.

“That’s my love, Bojan. He and I would like to include you in our relationship. He and I have watched you all day, we both agree that you’d be perfect for us.”

Sergio smiled, full of hope and happiness and watched Leo swallow.

“What’s the problem?” Sergio asked after several moments of silence. His hope and happiness had faded somewhat.

“What…what does Bojan look like?” Leo asked cautiously.

Sergio frowned. “He’s lying on the bed! Can’t you see him?!”

Sergio could see his boyfriend as clear as day. His smile, his shining eyes, his hair falling delicately over his face as he kept the provocative position he remained in on the bed, it was all clear to anyone who looked over. The only flaw was that Bojan wasn’t smiling, his eyes had narrowed at Leo. Sergio hoped he wasn’t jealous of Leo!

“Darling, that’s a silly thought,” Sergio quickly answered his own thought. “I’ll never love Leo more than I love you. We both will love you the same, won’t we Leo?”

Leo swallowed hard and kept glancing to the bed and then back to Sergio, back to the bed and back to Sergio. Sergio huffed out a sigh.

“What do you keep looking at? You’re going to hurt Bojan’s feelings if you don’t stop!”

Leo swallowed hard and shook his head. “I don’t—I don’t think that’s possible to do.”

“Why not?”

“Because…because he’s dead, isn’t he?”

“Of course he isn’t dead! He’s alive and well! He’s right there, can’t you see him?” Sergio pointed to the bed in anger.

Leo nodded slowly. “I see him all right, it’s you that can’t.”

Sergio shook his head and moved away from the door and to the bed. He sat right next to Bojan and put his hand over Bojan’s knee and gave it a small squeeze.

“Darling, you’re a bit cold. We’ll have to warm you up, won’t we?” Sergio asked with a small smirk and leaned over to kiss Bojan’s cheek. “Oh dear, you really are cold. Leo, bring me a blanket or two from that cupboard over there.”

Leo swallowed hard and shook his head.

“I um…I appreciate the tour, but I’d like to go now. I have to go home and feed my puppy you know.” Leo swallowed and moved slowly to the door.

“Hmm? Oh, well your puppy can surely wait a while without you? Bojan would like you to stay!” Sergio replied with his arm thrown around Bojan’s shoulders for comfort and support.

“I would like to, but I wouldn’t want to interrupt your time together.” Leo replied slowly and then took a breath before swallowing hard. “You’re so beautiful together.”

Sergio beamed and looked at Bojan. “Hear that, darling? We’re beautiful together. I always told you we were.” Sergio moved to kiss Bojan’s nose but looked over at Leo. “Silly, we wanted you to join us. Threesomes are so much fun. We do them all the time! Don’t we love?”

Sergio grinned back at Leo who had stopped by the door.

“Perhaps another time? After all I just met you and I think we should all get to know each other better first.” Leo started and Sergio nodded.

“Of course, we don’t want to rush you.” Sergio smiled and shifted off the bed. “I will walk you out.”

Leo swallowed hard and nodded. “But…but first, can I use your bathroom?”

“Of course!” Sergio said and opened the bedroom door. “What kind of host would we be if we didn’t let our guests use the facilities?” Sergio laughed and glanced back into the bedroom. “I’ll be right back my love. Don’t run off without me!”

Laughing at his own joke, Sergio pointed to a room down the corridor. “There it is. I’ll be waiting for you in the lounge.” Sergio smiled sincerely and continued walking down the hallway.

Lionel swallowed hard and walked into the bathroom and locked the door. He quickly pulled the toilet lid up and threw up everything he had eaten in the past day. He shuddered from shock and horror as he recovered from his vomiting and quickly pulled out his phone to dial emergency services.

“How may I assist you?” The operator came on the line.

Lionel opened his mouth to speak when a knock came at the door.

“Are you all right in there?” Sergio’s voice came and Leo froze. “I thought I heard retching.”

“I—I’m fine. I’ll be right out!” Lionel called and then turned the tap on. He moved to the farthest corner of the bathroom and then spoke as quietly as he could into the phone. “Ma’am, I’m about to be murdered by a crazy man. He’s got a fully decomposed skeleton in his bedroom. Please send help to this address…”

He quickly rattled off the address as the doorknob rattled. He could hear Sergio knocking and calling his name.

“Please ma’am, come as quickly as you can!” He hung up and swallowed hard. Lionel prayed that they would be in time to save him.

Suddenly the bathroom door was shoved open and he let out a fearful yell. At the look on Sergio’s face, Lionel knew that no matter how quickly the police arrived, they would be too late. The knife in Sergio’s hand confirmed it.

Slowly, Sergio moved into the bathroom and he crouched down in front of Leo, who had slumped against the wall.

“You know, it’s really cute the way you think you’ll be alive when the police come. It’s even cuter that you think Bojan and I would ever let you leave us. After all, you’re perfect Lionel. You’re all we could have ever asked for to complete us and I just know you’ll fit in beautifully with us. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt much…at first. I promise we’ll take good care of you, our perfect, perfect man.”

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I realize that some of the issues raised in this fic are dark, disturbing, and well...creepy. For that reason, I would like to point out that I do not condone murder, corpse mutilation, or necrophilia. I realize that this fic is quite squicky and I hope it was still enjoyable considering the dark nature of the fic, although 'enjoyable' is an odd word to use in this case.

Should you like further reading on some of the issues raised by the fic, I present:

References

Thapelo Makutle, gay man killed in South Africa, 'severely mutilated' article by Erin Conway-Smith -- describes a real life murder of a man who had his genitals removed and... well, an article not for the faint-hearted

BDSM Basics -- a look at a correct version of proper BDSM play (because strangling your submissive/pet/slave/etc. to death is a no no!); includes Negotiation, Negotiation Lists, Aftercare, and Safety.

Necrophilia: Forensic & Medico-legal Aspects by Anil Aggrawal -- describes different classes of necrophilia and gives a clinical look at the condition

Necrophilia...Classifications by Anil Aggrawal -- same as above, only skipped to the classifications of necrophilia, specifically #9 homecidal necrophilia

How did Bob Crane die, anyway? -- an article that explains the death of Bob Crane, who was killed by (possibly) a scorned lover; interesting read but will ruin the way you watch Hogan's Heroes next time...

Ed Gein -- some of the inspiration for this fic, in some regard anyway. He inspired the Psycho villan, and the The Silence of the Lambs villan.