Title: Death Trend Setta Series: Part One. Rating: NC-17 Summary: not your typical boys. Characters: Luke and Noah. Warnings: sex, course language, torture, implied murder. NO CHARACTER DEATH. Disclaimer: This site is no way associated with "As the World Turns", CBS, P&G, or Van Hansis and Jake Silbermann. This is not for profit. No copyright infringement is intended. Authors submit and write their own work.

AN: JENNY WAS MY MUSE : this is going to come in muliple parts. I am not sure how many.... it could be two, three... hell 20 different parts. But it will always consist of the same material. Dark, twisted, sex. And of course murder. If you are easily offended, or squemish they maybe this is not for you. Seriously - if you do not like it half way through please STOP reading it. Don't go complain about it and ask to have it deleted, just stop reading it and move on with your day. It gives me a headache and makes me feel like a terrible person when I hear that people want MY work to be taken off because they don't like it. Some people do. But anyway with that said... here it goes :)




Copper. Noah smelt it everywhere, felt the hot sticky heat of blood against his skin. He arched his back, sucked at the blood on his index finger. So fucking good. Nothing tasted as sweet...nothing except the taste of Luke that is. Noah rolled on top of his boyfriend, his lips immediately crushing to Luke’s. He tasted blood there as their tongues clashed together. It was intoxicating. Nothing....nothing could compare to this. Nothing could ever possibly taste better then Luke and blood mingled together.

Noah fisted his bloody hand into Luke’s blond matted hair while his other hand ran its way down Luke’s chest. He loved the feeling of his boyfriend’s skin against his, loved feeling the heat of it. Noah purred deep in his throat. There was truly nothing better then fucking in a pool of blood. The way the blood felt against his skin, the way it felt pressed against their bodies - there was no feeling that could compare to this.

Noah turned Luke onto his stomach, grabbed his hips and positioned him onto all fours. He heard Luke grunt, felt the press of his ass against his straining erection. "Fuck Luke," Noah muttered, his breath coming out in pants.

Luke grinded his ass against Noah’s cock causing noises he loved so much to come out of Noah.

There was nothing more perfect then the man that had himself positioned behind him, nothing more perfect then the man that was about to give it to him. Planting his hands firmly on the cold cement floor, he pushed himself against Noah. "Now." he whispered and waited for Noah to oblige.

Noah rammed himself inside of Luke, not giving him time to adjust to his girth. He knew what Luke wanted and it wasn’t slow and it definitely wasn’t gentle. After a job like this, Noah knew Luke liked it rough, hard and fast. Noah smiled, realizing he couldn’t recall a moment where Luke wanted to go slow and that was just dandy with him. He gripped Luke’s hips tighter and quickened the pace. Skin slapped against skin and soon Noah was balls deep inside of Luke. He grunted. So fucking perfect, so fucking good. He pumped faster bringing them both to a violent climax.



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Earlier that evening......



The man sat in the chair, his eyes wide with fear, his face tear streaked. He could feel his fear suffocating him, could feel a cold gripping at him trying to drag him under. He didn’t want to die, at least not like this. His sob was muffled by the gag that covered his mouth. So many times he has tried to cry out for help. So many times he has attempted to break free only to discover that it was no use. He was stuck here, tied to this god forsaken chair and he wasn’t getting out. At least not alive.

"I see you’re awake." A voice said from behind him, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stick up. Luke saw the man jump. "Did I frighten you?" He came around to face his latest victim. "I’m truly sorry."

He looked up at the blond man in front of him and was shocked to see how young he was. He wasn’t expecting a boy. He swallowed hard, he hadn’t been expecting a lot of things. For example, he didn’t expect to wake up this morning to be kid-napped.

Luke reached down and pulled the gag from the man’s mouth. "Do you know why you are here?" The man shook his head. "I will tell you, in a moment. I need to validate a few things first." He motioned his partner forward, his eyes still on the man in the chair. "You see that machine next to you?"

The man nodded.

"Good. It is a lie detector and it will show me when you lie." Luke bent down in front of him, his face close to his. "If you lie, my partner here will dip each one of your fingers in acid."

His eyes glanced at the blond boys partner and grimaced. "I don’t even know why I’m here," he whispered.

Luke laughed. "Of course you don’t. People like you never know why it is that you deserve to die. People like you never know what it is you have done wrong." he paused. "Do you know what you did wrong?"

The man shook his head from side to side. He didn’t do anything wrong. He didn’t.... oh my god, somebody had to believe him. He looked his eyes on to the dark haired boy’s behind the blond, his eyes pleading. But it was no use, he only averted his gaze.

"Look," Luke mused. "You’ve distracted me. I was just about to ask you some questions."

He waited until the man’s attention was back on his. "Your name, is in fact, Troy Douglas."

"Yes," the man said, his eyes watching the pointer on the machine.

"You are forty five, correct?" Luke asked.

"Yes."

"At the age of twenty you, you and your friends gang beat a boy in your class?" Luke asked.

Troy felt sweat begin to gather on his forehead, above his lip. His hands grew clammy and his heart rate began to pick up. "Yes."

Luke nodded his head. "Did you and your friends beat this man because of his sexuality?"

Troy swallowed hard, told himself he could do this. He could lie. "No." He heard the pointer on the detector speed up and knew he wasn’t successful.

"Stupid man," Luke murmured, his face close to Troy’s. "All you had to do was tell the truth."

Raising his hand he gestured Noah forward. "And now because you didn’t tell the truth, Troy, you’re going to die."

"Luke," Noah laughed, a cup of liquid in his hands, "don’t lie to the poor guy like that."

He grinned, pulled Noah in for a quick kiss. "You’re right, I shouldn’t be so mean. Why don’t you do the honors and tell him what a liar I am."
Noah bit down hard on Luke’s bottom lip before turning to the man tied in the chair. This, he thought, was definitely going to be fun. Acid had always fascinated him. As a kid he loved watching bugs completely dissolve in a jar of acid - but he knew this was going to be different. Watching human flesh burn and dissolve was going to be nothing like killing a bug. Noah felt his groin tighten. Oh yeah - he was going to en-fucking-joy this.

He pulled up a chair next to Troy, a smirk on his face. "You see, Troy, even if you hadn’t of lied we were still going to kill you."

"W..hy?" Troy choked out, as he watched Noah settle himself down beside him. "Wh..y are .... y..ou going to kil...l m..e ?"

Noah shook his head sadly, "You really don’t know?" Troy shook his head. "We’re going to kill you because of what you did to that poor innocent boy back in college."

"That.. That was a long time ago." Troy explained, desperately praying that these people would let him go. "I ... feel horrible for what I did."

"I don’t think you do," Noah said as he grabbed one of Troy’s fingers. "Maybe after this you will."

Troy screamed in pain as his finger became devoured by acid. The pain was excruciating - like nothing he had ever felt before. Troy squeezed his eyes shut, praying that the pain would stop, or at least become bearable. But it didn’t, in fact it only got worse. He began to shake.

"Noah," Luke whispered, "I think that’s enough for now."

Noah nodded, placing the cup on the table beside Troy. "So, what do you have planned for him later?"

Luke sneered, "Oh you have no fucking idea."




TBC~