Title: Falling Inside the Black Chapter: 1/1 (One Shot) Rating: NC-17 Summary: Something inside of Luke snaps, something swallows him whole. Characters: Luke and Noah Warnings: Course language, EXTREME ADULT CONTENT, M/M sex, character death, extreme violence. Beware, I'm sligthly sick and twisted. 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: I am a sick and twisted person. If you are easily offended than this might not be for you. Though saying that might have seriously intrigued you. But if half way through you stop reading this I will not be offended. I wrote this for my own personal enjoyment.




Thrust.

Whip.

Pants.

Scream.

Thrust.

Whip.

Pants.

Scream.
Noah continued to thrust himself violently into Luke’s tight ass. Each thrust brought himself deeper and deeper inside the sensitive heat of his boyfriend. He fucking loved it. His hand curled tightly around the whip once again as he held his hand out and once again whipped Luke’s back.
Luke withered against Noah, pushing himself against Noah. Noah heard Luke’s grunt, the cry that also managed to escape. This excited him, made his already hard erection harder. Noah bite down hard on his bottom lip as he continued to slam himself inside of Luke. The sound of skin slapping against skin was engaging. The sound of rubber against skin was a fucking turn on.

Noah reached up, used his arm to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead. Who knew whipping and fucking your boyfriend’s brains out was such hard, sweaty work. Noah grinned as he leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the back of Luke’s neck. He heard Luke’s moan, heard his pleas for more. He obliges, giving Luke everything he’s demanding and more. He feels Luke’s body begin to shake against his, knows that he’s close to his climax. He, however, is not even close. He’s hard, harder than he has ever been and there’s no sign of release. At least not yet.

"Luke, baby," Noah whispers, his hands stilling Luke’s hips. "I need you to hold on, can you do that?" Luke shakes his head. "Luke, try. For me. Can you do that?"

Luke’s hands fist in the mattress as he wills his body to calm down, tries to regain control over his body functions. He knows there is only one way he’s going to be able to regain that control and Noah’s not going to like it. "Noah."

Noah grabs a fist full of Luke’s hair, "Yeah?"

"I’m going to need to be top." Luke said, his eyes locking onto Noah’s.

"Okay."

"Seriously?" Luke asked, he had expected more of a fight from him than that. Noah was always top. Well, he was ninety-five percent of the time.

Noah nods, his head and pulls out of Luke’s ass. The loss of contact is something they both mourn.

Once completely free of Noah, Luke pushes Noah back against the mattress as he straddles his hips. He grabs the handcuffs that Noah had put on the night stand and used them to cuff Noah to the headboard of their bed. This is something Luke has been dying to do. Don’t get him wrong, they’ve used the handcuffs at least a dozen times but he had always been on the receiving end. But now the roles were reversed and Luke could feel his already engorged cock grow even more stiff. He could feel it pulsing against his thighs, feel the heat radiate there.

When he was satisfied that Noah was secure, Luke pushed himself off of Noah. Something was missing. Moving across the room he began to rummage through their trunk of toys. Yes, a trunk full of toys. He grinned. He and Noah sure did love their toys. He could remember the first toy they bought. He could remember the hours upon hours of fun they had with it. It started, he thought, their much loved, much enjoyed fetish.

"Luke," Noah moaned. "Hurry up and get your fine ass back here."

Luke glanced up at Noah, grinning. "I really do have a fine ass don’t I?"

Noah nodded, "Fucking amazing. You should really experience it from my end."

Luke laughed, "Noah, you have such a dirty mouth."

"Maybe you should come over here and put something in my dirty mouth."

Luke shook his head, "Patience, Noah love." Turning away from Noah he continued to search through the trunk until he finally came across what he wanted.
His favorite toy, the paddle. It had a nice flat end, which made it perfect for smacking. Luke grinned. He really loved it when Noah used it on him; now he can only hope Noah will feel the same.

Heading back over to the bed, Luke straddled Noah again. He traced his finger over the outline of Noah’s lips before leaning down to press his lips against Noah’s. Noah’s lips were always so moist, so soft. He could kiss him for days. For hours. Forever. He heard Noah’s moan and he took the paddle securely in his hand. In one quick motion he heard the sound of the paddle connecting with skin.

Noah’s hips arched and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. This....this was fucking amazing. He moaned deep in his throat. So, so good. "More," he murmured.

Luke was more then willing to give Noah what he wanted and maybe he was a little too eager because every smack, every arch of Noah’s hips brought him closer and closer to a breaking point. He couldn’t explain what was happening inside of him, but something was breaking apart. Something that held a part of him that Luke didn’t even know existed was breaking free. It gripped at him, something dark and cold. He could feel it suffocating him. He could feel it clawing at him, dragging him down into a black abyss. It scared the hell out of him. But only for a moment. Soon he was riding on top of the black instead of falling inside. He could feel the burn of his back and he thrived on it. Thrived on the sounds that were coming out of Noah’s mouth.

He could hear the pain in them, hear the plea in his words to stop. But Luke was beyond being able to stop. Not with this feeling coursing through his body. For the first time in a long time, if ever, Luke felt free.

The sound of the paddle contacting with skin was coming more and more frequently. Along with the paddle came Noah’s tortured cries. Luke could see he was breaking skin, could see the blood already begin to seep through. It excited him, disturbed him, and aroused him. Luke purred and leaned down to lap at the blood. He threw his head back and began to move his hips - grinding himself against Noah.

Noah opened his mouth, tried to speak but to no avail. He grinded his teeth together and rides out another wave of pain. He doesn’t get it. Can’t even begin to comprehend what the fuck is going on right now. They have a safe word and Noah has lost count of how many times he has used it. Luke is ignoring him, or at least he thinks the man on top of him is Luke. Every time he looks at Luke’s face he can see no sign, no resemblance of the man he fell in love with there.

"Luke," he murmured and his hips arched and a scream vibrates through the room when the paddle connects with his face. He can taste the copper against his lips as he nose rains blood. Noah feels fear begin to bubble up inside of him. If Luke doesn’t stop, Noah doesn’t believe he’s going to make it out of this and that fucking terrifies him.

The paddle.

Luke grunts in frustration as the paddle begins to lose its appeal. He tosses it aside, removes himself from Noah’s battered body to once again rummage through the trunk. His hand comes across something sharp, curses and pulls the object from the chest. He frowns down at the knife, wondering how the hell it managed to get in there. He stares at it, watches as the light bounces off the blade. He grins.

Noah sees the knife, sees the grin on Luke’s face and he swallows hard. There is no Luke in that grin, he thinks frantically. What the fuck?!

With the knife tightly in his hand, Luke made his way back to Noah and took his place back on Noah’s lap. He heard Noah’s sharp intake of breath and he laughed. "Are you frightened?"

"Yes," Noah whispers quietly. "Luke, baby..."

Luke shakes his head, places a finger against Noah’s lips. "Shh." He feels Noah tense underneath him as he gently slides the knife against Noah’s abdomen.

"Luke," Noah begs. "Please, please stop."

"No." Luke snaps, anger suddenly surging like electricity through his body. "Time and time again I let you whip me. I let you have all the fucking fun. Don’t you think its my turn now? I think so." He turns the knife over and it one quick movement he jerks it across Noah’s stomach.

Noah cries out, his eyes roll into the back of his head. "Luke."

"Shut up." Luke screams. "Just shut up. You always talk, you’re always top. You always get to do everything your way and I’m not going to put up with it anymore."

Noah’s confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Shut up!" Luke yells.

He can’t answer Noah’s question because he doesn’t have an answer. He doesn’t know where the things he’s saying are coming from. His mind fogs over slightly and suddenly he’s no longer riding the black he’s being swallowed whole.

Noah senses Luke’s snapping. That whatever had a hold over him was crushing him, breaking him. "Luke," he whispers. "Look at me."

Luke shakes his head, "Shut up."

"No."

"Please," Luke whispers. "Just be quiet. Be quiet." Luke desperately tries to force this feeling out of his body, tries to claim ownership of his body but it is no use. Whatever is inside of him, whatever broke its way free was a part of Luke. Whatever was harming Noah, making him harm Noah was no one but himself.
Luke was going to kill Noah and there was nothing he could do to stop himself.

His hand tightens around the handle of the knife as he brings his hand up. "I’m so sorry."

*

The knife clatters the floor.

Blood rapidly stains the sheets.

All Luke can do is stare in blind horror at the lifeless body before him.

He did this.

He murdered Noah.

He curled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin there. He.... he killed Noah. Luke closed his eyes, squeezed the tightly closed. He never wanted to open them again, never wanted to have to look into those lifeless eyes again. But closing his eyes solved nothing. Noah was still there, hiding behind his eye lids. Luke screamed in horror.
Murder.

Sex.

Bondage.

Murder.

Sex.