RP:]] PIRATES OF THE QUEERABBEAN

The Liar drifts in and out of sleep after his "mistress" has gone. He allows himself the chance to stretch out across the large bed, revelling in the fact his large boyfriend won't be home for another hour. He feels no remorse about what he's doing. It's all just a game to him. The Lover knows his promises are empty yet chooses to believe them. The Betrayed is still in love with another man and using The Liar for comfort. It's not his fault that his partners are both idiots.

The Liar's teenage years were one long run of being used and abused. Now he's older, it's his turn to play.

He lays out across the bed with a smug smile upon his face. Opening his eyes, he takes his cellphone from the bedside table. He writes a text, professing his "love" for The Lover and telling him they'll be together soon. He hits send and tosses the phone aside. He climbs from the bed, stepping over the hastily discarded clothing and strides to the bathroom.

The water in the shower is too hot for him but he doesn't bother to alter it. He allows the scalding bullets to cleanse him of the physical evidence of his sin. As the water hits the tender areas where his partner has bitten and marked him, he feels the memories come flooding back into his mind. He finds himself growing hard once more. He argues with himself for a split second before taken his cock in hand.

He braces himself against the wall, back to the door of the shower and pumps at his dick. He plays the night over in his head. How The Lover lay beneath him, the power which coursed through him as he dominated the older man. How tight he was around him even after so long. He feels The Lover's hands all over him, nails scraping down his back. The Liar remembers how incredible the man looked in the midst of orgasm. How he was crying his name, telling him he loved him, telling him he'd wait forever. He laughs breathlessly as the power he felt then returns to him and pushes him over the edge. He comes crying the name of The Lover, not his boyfriend.

The Liar always cries his name whilst relieving himself. He loves the sense of danger - tame though it may be - that comes with calling the wrong name. He thinks maybe he does it to evoke something other than nonchalance from his boyfriend. He wants to know he's broken the man. Years before, The Liar was the one left broken when The Betrayed chose the once beautiful Addict over him. Now The Liar wants to make the man he once loved feel the same as he did back then. His plan has backfired and he knows it, the only person he's destroying is The Lover.

The Liar hears footfalls behind him as he recovers from his orgasm. A smirk settles across his lips which he quickly changes to a phony look of guilt. He turns around, ready to face the wrath of The Betrayed but instead finds himself pierced nose to plastic nose with a blank looking cherub.

"Darling, how could you?" The cherub asks in a deep monotone, before clamping a damp rag over his nose and mouth.