RP:]] PIRATES OF THE QUEERABBEAN

<b>Title:</b> The Killer Inside [3/5]
<b>Author:</b> <lj>
<b>Fandom:</b> Avenged Sevenfold
<b>Pairing:</b> Telling would give the game away.
<b>Rating:</b> NC-17 [This chapter: violence, some sexual content <strike>finally</strike>.]
<b>Summary:</b> Five men, linked together by a musical career suffer very different fates at the hands of a mysterious, vengeful killer.
<b>Disclaimer:</b> If I owned them, I wouldn't be writing this. Actually I probably would... but they'd be sat behind me going "euw".
<b>Notes:</b> Next weeks installment will be posted earlier in the day. I'm seeing Ross Noble in the evening so won't be able to post after 5.
<b>Dedication:</b> To everyone's who reviewed. Some of you are right, some of you are wrong. I'm not saying who or how many. That would give the game away.

<lj>

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.

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When The Liar awakens, he finds himself sprawled across the bed. He laughs, convinced his encounter with the masked man was just a nightmare. He tries to move on the bed but finds himself bound. He looks up at his wrists and sees them chained to the wrought iron headboard. He looks down to see his feet chained to the bedposts. A smirk plays across his face as he realizes he's also naked.

"The old dog's not as frigid as I thought."

He calls out the name of The Betrayed, trying desperately to sound innocent. His smile widens as a dark figure enters the dimly lit room. He turns to take something from the dresser, his back to The Liar.

"You going to punish me now, baby?" The Liar asks.

The figure mutters to himself, "More than you think."

The masked man turns back to face The Liar and moves towards him. Now he can see him, the man isn't so cocky anymore. The Liar calls his boyfriends name once more, hoping to be reassured by his low purr. Instead the answering voice only unnerves him.

"No, someone far less blind."

The Killer climbs up the naked body of The Liar and rests on his lower stomach.

The Liar tries the name of the man he's having an affair with..

The Killer atop him just laughs, "No, you've never slept with me."

"What do you want?" The Liar asks, pulling at his restraints once more.

The Killer grips the mans wrists and holds them down.

The Liar stops struggling.

"I think the question is, <i>what do you want</i>?"

The Liar looks up at him, confusion etched across his features.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You confuse me, Liar." The Killer says, "You have the man you loved throughout high school. You could heal him, help him, make him happy once more. Yet you choose to screw around with someone else so you hurt him."

"How do..."

"I watch." The Killer interrupts.

"Did they put you up to this?" The Liar asks with a laugh, "Or was it his filthy, junkie ex?"

"No-one put me up to this." The Killer says, "You deserve this."

The Killer runs his fingers across the face of the man.

"Your problem, Liar, is your thirst for revenge. It's left you bitter, broken, a shadow of your former self." The Killer runs his thumbs over The Liar's eyes, "You <i>see</i> something you don't like and you try to destroy it."

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"You can't just let people be happy." The Killer hisses, "You <i>saw</i> your lover with another man and you destroyed that. You <i>see</i> your lover's unhappy with you and you don't help him. You <i>look</i> the other way and turn your <i>eyes</i> to someone else."

The Killer presses his thumbs harshly into the eyes of the man below him.

"Jesus Christ, what are you..." The Liar chokes out before his words trail off into loud screams.

The Killer presses harder still against the eyes, causing The Liar attempt to buck him off.

"You're blind to other peoples feelings, Liar." The Killer says.

The Killer laughs to himself as the blood streams from the eye sockets. The Killer pulls his thumbs from the sockets, admiring his handiwork.

"You fucker!" The Liar yells, "You fucker!"

The Killer looks at the mess of blood staining his once clean gloves. He leans down and draws a crude heart over The Liar's own with the blood staining the thumb. He draws the small knife he used to slash The Lover's wrists from his pocket and inspects it. The Lover's blood still stains it.

"I know you're still there! I can feel you... what the fuck are you doing?" The Liar's throws his head from side to side, trying to see anything.

The Killer takes the knife and presses it against the heart he's drawn on The Liar's chest.

"What the fuck, what is...?"

"You're breaking their hearts, Liar, The Betrayed has already broken yours." He plunges the knife into the heart of The Liar, "Now, it's your lover's turn."

The Liar cries out in agony. The Killer twists the blade. The Liar's screams fall silent, his mouth falls shut, his head ceases it's thrashing. The Killer pulls his knife from the chest of The Liar.

He hears a door closing downstairs. The voice of The Betrayed floats up the stairs, calling to The Liar. A smile croses The Killer's natural face.

"Time for round two."