A pair of brown eyes slipped shut and a whimper of fear escaped pouty and slightly uneven lips as the blade of a long, very sharp, and dangerous knife was drawn down the side of the captive's face. From across the room came a soft giggle of approval from a deceptively sweet looking young man.

"Did you think that you could escape your sins?" clipped the older, more evil looking man, who was attempting to please his young lover. The captive would have answered if it weren't for the terror that was gripping his throat. "I don't think that he appreciates his current position yet, Love." the young lover drawled softly as he stared menacingly at his enemy.

The captive would have shaken his head in protest if it weren't for the fact that they had immobilized him on the wall. He had visited this room before, but never thought that he would be the main event in a night's festivities. Grimacing, he was quickly realizing that there were a lot of things he hadn't thought of or considered and one deed, seemingly so minor to him, had been his downfall.

He wanted to beg and plead but the ball gag in his mouth prevented that. As the seriousness of his situation came to him, hitting him in the gut like one of The Game's infamous sledgehammers, his eyes flew open and he didn't have to search long for the man responsible for luring him here, having made sure he could see the play easily. Many times he's watched helpless victim after helpless victim strapped to this wall and seen the fear and helplessness on their faces. Every time he'd scoffed their very existence, knowing in his blood that he'd never cower if he were in their shoes. Yet here he was and cowering was the least of the sins that he was willing to commit just for the chance of being spared from the events he knew were coming.

The larger and older lover chuckled softly and darkly, seeing the fear on his captive's face, and ran the tip of the knife across the pouty lips, cutting them as well, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. He didn't know how often he'd longed to have this man at his very mercy and never had he imagined that anyone would be giving him this opportunity… let alone his sweet lover.

Sweet… again the older man chuckled, realizing his views of his lover were rapidly changing as he wondered how his love managed to play the game while hiding his true nature so well. No longer was his lover the young innocent he had imagined he was saving and protecting. Now he was the mentor leading and teaching while at the same time loving and cherishing, showing him paths the older man never imagined could exist, let alone hoped to travel.

It was HIS honor he was there to retrieve. His young love's reputation he was there to mend. His own personal gains set aside for the moment. Again using the tip of the knife he drew it across the shoulders of the silk shirt and down the arms easily slicing the fragile fabric, as he grinned that wolfish grin known to put fear in his opponents in the past. Tonight though it held such a completely different danger and the tall man again chuckled softly, eager to teach this fool a lesson.

Happily, as the pieces of the fabric slipped from the other man's tanned and toned chest, he saw the blood from the new cuts ran down the man's body. He shivered, as for the first time his body began to stir with excitement, but with a newly acquired iron-will he clamped down on it. Easily he remembered the hard taught lesson - that only he could make himself make mistakes and this was not the time for his body to take over. At another time he would have licked the blood away as it trickled down the beautiful body… that was if this had been another time and the captive had been another person. This time though he only longed to see the flesh carved from the body as the traitor screamed in pain and died a slow torturous death.

"Did you think you could sin against HIM and not suffer a wrath greater than heaven and hell combined?! What arrogance… what… sheer… arrogance." Unexpectedly he let his anger take control for a moment and reaching back he formed a fist burying it in the other man's stomach with all the force he could muster. Grunting, he was satisfied when he realized the fool couldn't even curl up in a protective ball because of the chains and restraints holding him tightly to the cement wall of his lover's basement playroom.

Sadistically he felt cheered when he saw the man pale despite the tan and turn green. "Tsk tsk brown eyes. Green has never been your color, but then we already knew that didn't we. After all… it is the color of your greatest sin isn't it?"

Again brown eyes slipped shut as he was forced to admit the devil was right. It had been jealousy that put him here. Jealousy, mixed dangerously with arrogance. A foolish belief that he was safe from the anti-Christ's wrath because of their past, a past he now realized had never been what he imagined. The innocent looking Satan child, always having had the control HE thought he wielded. He had thought that he was the one to fear. He thought he had been the one running the roost. Thought himself too good to stoop to mortal sins committed out of necessity

Now too late he realized the young Damien-like child had been orchestrating the entire concerto ensuring that his true nature was never revealed until it was too late… not even to those that thought they knew him best. One little carefully planned slip of the tongue, that was all it had taken to crumble his illusions, sending him straight into the depths of something he was almost positive would scare even the most evil being in hell.

"You know," his tormentor sighed happily, "it's such a shame your little fans aren't going to get one last look at you. Your pretty little face and soft body aren't going to be suitable for their child-like young eyes I am afraid."

"You do have such a problem with controlling your anger, love," the young lover agreed speaking again as he laughed softly at his own joke. He knew full well there wasn't an out-of-control bone in all of his lover's sexy body, which was what had ultimately given him the sacred spot in the young one's heart which had only been held by one other very unique individual.

Thinking of his friend and the confused look on his naive face when he had repeated the ugly truths told to him in a fit of jealously by the captive now waiting to pay for his crimes, the young one snarled. The only other person to be granted the privilege of residency in the very center of the young one's heart, the thought of that relationship now being in jeopardy even if only in a very miniscule amount sent anger and a need for revenge coursing through his veins. Which was why his lover had been given the task of payback. After all this was a deed best done coldly controlled and at the moment there was none of his normal control to be found within him.

The irony of the whole situation was that it was because his current love was… well his love and lover that had led to all of this. He had always been well aware of his captive's… lust for him. He'd always known he had coveted his body and soul imagining them as things belonging only to him even though there had never been even the tiniest hint that the feeling was mutual. He THOUGHT that he had made his feelings well known to the imbecile now attached to his wall. The sin he'd committed though once he found out about his fantasy's new relationship had proved the wise and dangerous young man wrong though.

An unexpected visit from his best and dearest friend was always a happily welcomed thing even if his timing sucked as he'd been in the middle of teaching his lovely student a new thing or two… or three. Quickly though they had stowed away the toys and hid unexplainable cuts and bruises beneath covers and the feigning of sleep.

Throwing open the door he'd squealed happily like the young twink he sometimes was until he immediately spotted the hurt and pain in his friend's watery eyes. The choked whisper forcing out the words, "God please tell me he's lying" had brought his whole world crashing down around him as the rarely felt emotion named fear filled his senses and twisted his guts into a knot. Without hearing the explanation that any one else not so closely connected to the man as he was would require, he'd known his dark secrets had been uncovered, but it was the identity of his betrayer and the reasoning behind it that had brought the greatest shock.

For no other reason than their mutual connection to this beautiful man he'd loved most of his adult life, the young demon had opened his world to the elder man. He'd given him a place to indulge his evil needs while at the same time giving him the ability to keep the beautiful one in the dark. There were very few people that he committed such an gracious act for, but it had never occurred to him that his secrets were anything but safe… because after all, to reveal one person's you had to reveal your own as well right?

The thing he hadn't counted on was the alarming sharpness and evilness of the elder man's intelligence, which had shown him a path for revenge. All that had been required were a few alligator tears and a painful whispered tale of a life the beautiful one had never imagined his best friend lived and an act of such… filth and… pure hatred that the beautiful one would have no choice to believe. There had been, however one tiny fatal wrinkle in his plans that he hadn't imagined. He hadn't counted on the strength of their commitment to each other never having experienced it himself.

Forcing out the fictional tale of a rape and torture committed at the hands of the beautiful one's best friend, he had at the same time revealed a long time indulgence by said best friend in all things dark and painful. The elder had been sure that would be all it would take to sever the ties between the two halves of the same whole. Once this was done he had been positive that it would send the half of lightness into his control where he belonged and the half of darkness into the depths of hell where he believed that he deserved to reside.

Unfortunately it hadn't happened that way. The lightness had immediately rushed to the darkness. His beautiful eyes filled with tears of confusion and his soul begging for an explanation as to how his other half could commit such an immoral act against one of their own. The problem he hadn't anticipated was the anger growing inside of the lightness at the never-ending need for control the elder seemed have for the lightness' life. What he hadn't understood was that in order to be the darkness that he was, the young one had to understand and be capable of feeling the love and warmth the lightness lived in.

There was a great misconception that evilness and all things living in the dark didn't understand such warm fuzzy things like love and compassion. This as the young one knew wasn't true. It wasn't that they didn't understand, just the opposite. Most of them understood sometimes better than the brightest beings. It was just that the darker you were the more you had to commit yourself to not wanting or needing such a thing in your life.

He didn't know that those who were considered to be some of the best beings of darkness kept things of lightness in their lives to keep them strong. The young one never intended to live forever inside of the darkness… that was where the elder wanted to be… instead the young one only wished to play there occasionally and because of that was better at manipulating both light and dark better than the elder ever would be.

With a shaky voice and tears that were genuine the young one had confessed to the dark alter life he had led. It had been his lover who had seen the senselessness need now in hiding his markings which he was neither ashamed of or afraid to show to those open minded enough to accept. It had also been the lover now turned torturer of the betraying elder that had defended his young love declaring him while admittedly dark at times, incapable of such a horrendous act as rape and unprovoked or unwelcome torture. Revenge though… that was another thing entirely.

The elder never anticipated the lightness accepting the darkness even understanding its lure. He'd not anticipated it because he hadn't understood the lightness any more than he had the darkness. He'd always seen the lightness as weak and helpless, never sensing the steel under the soft exterior. That more than anything was what had led to his imprisonment.

Once the light and dark had been reunited, the light quickly realized that the dark could free him from the bondage the elder had been forcing him to live under his entire life. Then when the subject of payback was broached it had been the light that had surprisingly enough suggested that the elder live something resembling the tale he'd told. The darkness and the lover had been more than happy to accept the suggestion.

Too late after being chained and bound to the cement wall had the elder realized that his short and very unremarkable life was quickly coming to a close. Too late he'd realized that lightness could not exist without the presence of darkness and visa versa. Too late had he realized that these two beings, both angelic in appearance, really were two halves of one whole now joined by the third man to create a force neither the angels in heaven or the demons in hell would be able to bring asunder.

Softly the young one laughed as he saw the realization finally dawning on the elder too late. "It is time my love. Give me your best and your worst all in one terrible act, my breathtakingly sexy soul mate."

Nodding the lover quickly relieved the captive of his leather pants much the same way he had disposed him of the shirt. Leaving deep cuts and trails of blood running over limbs as material fell to the floor where it lay in a heap on the shards of silk from earlier, the lover ignored the blood that dripped from the muscular legs where it began to pool on the floor. Without thinking he kicked the leather and silk aside not wanting to lose any more of the blood than necessary, knowing it would be a dark aphrodisiac later in the aftermath.

Throwing his head back he laughed evilly as he was suddenly unable to resist the need to find out if he could slice the skin from the betrayer's body and wondered darkly how long it would take the fool to bleed to death. Inch by painful inch the lover sliced with his knife letting the screams of pain fuel his blood, storing the sensations away for later.

In the chair the young darkness giggled bouncing excitedly at the inhumanity of the deed his lover was bringing upon the betrayer thinking that it was only fitting the brown eyed traitor be stripped of the skin his demonic soul didn't deserve to reside within any longer. The screams from the traitor were too quickly quieted as unconsciousness came, revealing the elder to be the truly weak one. The enjoyment of the deed was not lost though for the screams continued to ring though the young darkness' head like angels singing the Hallelujah Chorus.

As the young darkness watched, the skin vanished, but this didn't stop the lover who had found another goal and proceeded to slice various muscles from the body of the now dead man stopping only occasionally to sharpen the blade of his knife. Once muscles were stripped, organs came next until the lover was able to cut the still warm heart from his victim and after lodging the knife in the skull of the traitor, turned and presented it to his love.

His mission complete, the lover let the animal hunger restrained by only threads of control break free as his young dark love attacked him, knocking them down to fall into the mess of skin, muscles, organs and blood littering the floor. Not even pausing to think the young darkness plunged his aching cock into his lover's unstretched ass, glorying at the howl of pain it brought, knowing his lover loved feeling the pain as much as he loved giving it.

Harshly he pounded in and out of his lover's ass as a hand wrapped around the rigid cock standing proudly and pumped with all his might until he brought them both to a quick and shattering climax, leaving each to shout unintelligible words of love and passion. Pulling out, the young darkness collapsed onto his lover feeling the lightness come from his hiding place.

Picking his steps carefully Jeff made his way out of his hiding spot and across the room until he was standing looking down into the tired yet smiling eyes of Shannon's lover, Adam. "Remahnd me not ta piss ya off Am," Jeff joked looking down at the shreds of flesh sticking to the floor. "Ah have no need ta end up in tiny bits on Shann's floor." Adam smiled then feeling around located the heart now grown cold and presented it to Shannon. "For you my love."

"Thanks Ammy!" Shannon sighed happily. "I will keep it forever in a jar in our room." Adam chucked softly then looked up to see Jeff staring intensely at the skeleton still hung on the wall. "He can't control you anymore, Carolina," Adam said softly and nodding Jeff took the final two steps required to reach the skeleton before nodding. "You gonna take a souvenir Jeffy?"

Nodding Jeff reached up and unhooked the necklace Adam had been careful not to break in his act of revenge. "Ah want this necklace. He never took tha damn thang off ya know. Guess he thought it would remand me of ma place."

Undoing the clasp Jeff slid the necklace off and with sticky, blood-covered fingers hooked the chain with the Hardy Boyz pendant around his own neck. "Ah know ma place now, ya damn dead fool!" He snarled at the corpse. "Ah'm the lightness here… an you… ya're jus the BITCH, Matty!"

The End!

Version #2: The Joys of Electricity