Author Warnings: Distrubing content. Dark. Yaoi. Dubious consent. Read at own risk.

“On your knees.”

My eyes smile, and yet I keep my face emotionless, watching your expression turn confused, if a bit scared. Yes, I am adding a new twist to the game tonight, my dear.

Yet, you are not moving.

I gently caress the steel barrel of the gun in my hands.

Oh, but that would never do.

“P...please, no,” you stammer, watching with huge eyes as I cock the gun in your direction. Tears are streaming down your sides, face turning white, lips trembling.

Ah, you excite me so.

“I will not repeat myself,” I grin and watch with satisfaction as your legs give away and you fall, vulnerable, on the floor before me.

I look at you, than lazily pull my gaze back to the gun in my hands. I had it made especially for you, do you know? Slim and beautiful, engraved with silver and bound in steel. Smooth and cold between my fingers, sliding erotically in my palm, projecting both danger and beauty in heavy waves. It gives me such a rush, just holding it over you while you gaze at me so, my angel. I raise it to my lips, tongue poking out to caress the cold barrel, quickly warming it with loving strokes.

Your breathing quickens in the silence of the night. I smile.

“Do you wish to feel it, darling?” I ask, my voice gone husky, dripping with arousal.

You shake your head, and suddenly I am furious that you dare lie to me here, in the darkness. My face grows ugly, my breathing shallow and I snap and fall upon you, mercilessly kicking you until you gasp for breath, tears dripping on your clasped hands. My long fingers are intertwined with your hair, pulling your face up and caressing it even as your body is being taught a lesson. You should know better by now, dear.

“S…stop! Oh, please, stop! I w...want it!” you finally cry out, falling limply on the cold ground as I finally let you go. My smile must truly seem terrible to you right now, child, and yet all I feel is love for you and your stubborn soul.

“Hate you,” I murmur gently, as it is all the same, and pull you up to me, licking the sweet saltiness of your tears, tasting your pain and humiliation. I groan and pull you up higher, feeling you clutch at me and tilt your face just so. Ah, how you tempt me, darling.

“Enough,” I push you down again, answering your questioning gaze by bringing the gun back into your line of vision. You tremble, but do not try to pull away, a drop of blood still lingering on your upper lip. I bend my head and slowly lick it up, feeling you shake under me.

Oh, yes, this will be fun.

Pushing my left hand in your heavy hair I once again lift your head up, bringing the gun to your mouth and gently tapping your bruised lips with its cold muzzle. Your eyes widen but you do not hesitate to open your mouth, whimpering as I begin to slowly push the silver beauty between your lush lips, slowly moving it back and forth, in and out.

I groan happily at the sight that greets me, the gun slowly fucking your beautiful mouth while you watch, helplessly drowning in my eyes. I can feel each tremble of your body, sense each guilty look you steal at the hardness stretching my front. And I love it.

Still holding the gun I kneel beside you, letting your hair go and grabbing at your back, pulling your unresisting frame closer. You whimper, fear and arousal rolling off you in waves, and I pull you in my lap, gently kissing your neck and licking off the saliva glistening on your abused lips, increasing the pace of the weapon inside of you.

Your hands tremble and wrap themselves around me. I can feel every delicious inch of you against me, your answering hardness pressing insistently in my stomach.

“Hate me,” I croak, pushing your night-shirt up and gently sucking on a small, pink nipple, tasting your skin. Oh, yes, love me, angel. Want me and love me and hate me…

Your muffled moans follow our descend to the flour, your eyes heavy with desire and glinting with fear. Can another give you this, my love? Can they love you like I do? Can they punish you like you need?

I cradle you between my arms and finally pull the gun free, a trail of saliva still connecting your lips with the lethal weapon. Discarding your shirt I lower the warm barrel on your skin, drinking your needy gasps as it travels over hard nipple, moistening it with your own spit.

“Please,” you moan again and I obey, discarding my own clothing and joining your trembling form on the floor. All that separates us now are the thin, silky underwear you wear to sleep and the gun still firmly pressed in your stomach.

“Beg me, darling,” I whisper and you convulse in my grip, wetness spreading on your front, “Beg me with your body, angel.”

I can see the blush rising in your cheeks and I cannot help but love you even more, hate you even more for your innocence.

Yes, beg me. Let me see you grovel for your desires, be true to our sin.

Ask me, angel. Use this beautiful, gentle voice to beg the darkest demon in hell to fuck you. To love you.

Something in your eyes breaks, I think, under the onslaught of pain and desire and misery and humiliation and fear… Ah, you are even more beautiful now, rising with those broken eyes from the blackness that is our dream and turning your back to me, falling on your forearms and spreading your legs wantonly, presenting yourself to me. Your eyes are lowered, your body tense, and yet your voice does not waver when you speak.

“Love me.”

‘Hate me’ remains unsaid, hanging in the air between us. I smile gently at you, lovingly caressing the curve of your hips.

Oh, but I do.

In the morning you will forget me, my darling, will forget the misery, the pain, the pleasure, the hate, the love I am giving to you. You will even forget you craved it in the first place, forget about our shared sins, forget about what happened in the darkness of your soul. All you will have when the first rays of light tear us apart would be the beautiful lies you keep for yourself and never share with me. All the promises of happily-ever-after, all the smiles and teasing jokes. There is no place for them in our darkness, child. They are yours to keep, yours to use as a wall against the burning purity that is the day, against the deceitful world that would one day swallow you whole. No, here, in our shadows, you are denied them and are left naked in front of me. Full of pain and sweet tears, mine to torture and love.