Title: Toxic Installment: 2 Rating: NC-17 Characters: Luke, Noah and Frank. Genre: Slasher/Torture Warnings: Course language, torture, actions that shall led up to bloody sex, if easily offended DO NOT READ. 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: If you are easily offended then this is definitely not for you. If you decided to not listen to my warnings than that is your own fault. No one is forcing you to read this. Ohh, I am not a murderer. I just like to write sick and twisted shit that can imply I am a murderer. Haha. But I think sick and twisted is more to my liking. Stephan King, rocks my socks. This is for Jenny, my muse, who gave me the idea to write this series. Your simple suggestion, encourgement, has turned into something great. At least I think so.


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Oh it was toxic. No, make it intoxicating. Noah, blood, Noah. Luke just couldn’t get enough of either one. Not anymore. Noah, blood - the combination of those two things together was enough to drive him in-fucking-sane. He needed those two things and bad. Like - right now. Luke grabbed the crocodile shears from the desk before making his way towards the man currently standing in the middle of the abandoned warehouse. Chains hung from the ceiling and attached to them by the wrists was Frank Burton. Luke could see the fear on his face, could see the way his body shook when he saw Luke enter the room. Luke smirked. There was nothing like seeing that fear in a persons eyes, nothing like knowing that they know they are going to die.

He nodded at Frank, placed the shears beside him on the table before turning away to find Noah. He found him in the backroom with his back towards Luke.
"Hey," he said, placing a hand lightly on Noah’s waist.

Noah leaned into Luke’s touch, rested his head as best as he could onto his shoulder. Damn blond had to be short. "Hey," he murmured.

Luke wrapped his arms completely around Noah’s waist, drawing him closer against his own body. He could smell him, the musky scent mingled with the smell of blood. He felt his groin tighten and knew Noah felt it. "I think," he whispered into Noah’s ear, "its about time to finish off Frank."

Noah said nothing as he took Luke’s hand in his. He felt a ball of excitement bounce around in his stomach, felt his balls tighten with anticipation of what was to come. They have never done anything quite like this before and the thrill of it, the newness of it had his skin buzzing. He glanced at Luke knew he felt the
same.

"Frank," Noah smiled, as he let go out Luke’s hand. "How’s it hanging?"

Frank glared at the dark haired man in front of him, a sneer on his lips, fear in his eyes. "Fuck you."

"Feisty aren’t you?" Noah laughed as he circled Frank, his fingers lightly dancing over the man’s back. He saw the goose-bumps that followed his touch, felt him quiver ever so slightly under his hands. "Are you scared?" he whispered against Frank’s ear. Noah now stood directly behind him, his chest pressed against the man’s back. "Are you frightened at what," he whispered, his hands snaking around his hips, "this might," his hands lower, "make you feel?" until his hands are lightly touching the shaft of Frank’s penis.

Frank swallowed hard. "What are you doing?"

Noah flicked his tongue across Frank’s earlobe. "What you want me to do. What you’ve been wanting every man to do to you."

He shook his head violently. "No." He didn’t want this, he NEVER fucking wanted another man’s hands on him. Just the thought of it, the thought of another man kissing another man, touching another man, made him sick to his stomach.

So, how can this man stand behind him, touch him, and tell him otherwise? Couldn’t he feel the revulsion radiating from his very skin.

Noah laughed. "Are you sure about that?" He grabbed onto his Frank’s penis harder. "Because it seems like little Frank thinks otherwise."

"No," Frank murmured, "no, no." How could his body betray him like this? He didn’t want this. He didn’t FUCKING want this.

Noah stepped out from behind him and back to Luke’s side. "Its okay Frank. We know you’re not gay." he paused. "You just like to beat up on gay men, call them names, degrade them. You just like making fags like us feel like scum. Think of those lives you’ve scarred, the lives you have ruined just because you’re a homophobic son of a bitch. Those were innocent people, Frank. Innocent people who in this day and age should have been able to be happy about who they are. Happy and proud." He felt Luke’s hand grab his, squeeze tightly.

"That’s... that’s not what I did." Frank cried. "That’s not what I did."

"Are you sure about that, Frank?" Luke asked, his voice growing loud. "Are you one hundred percent sure that you didn’t ruin the lives you harassed?"

"Babe," Noah whispered, "he’s starting to lose his hard on."

"Well," Luke said, grabbing the crocodile shears, "we definitely can’t have that."

Stepping in front of Frank, he grinned mischievously before reaching down and grabbing a firm hold on Frank’s slightly erect penis.

"Wait," Noah said before Luke could place the shears onto Frank’s penis. Heading over to the panel on the wall, Noah hit a button and watched as Frank slowly began to lift from the ground. Watched as Frank tried desperately to keep a balance on his tip toes, watched as he feet soon became suspended above the cement floor.

Frank screamed in agony as he felt his wrists slowly being pulled out of place. Felt a burn radiate all the way down his arms to the tips of his toes. He swore he heard a crack, heard the bones in his wrist break. He swallowed hard, trying desperately to block out this excruciating affliction to his body. Oh God, he just wanted this to be over with. He just wanted to be dead. He felt cold metal against his penis, causing him to jolt.

Luke inserted Frank’s penis into the shears, making sure that it was firmly in place. He glanced up at the man he was about to kill and felt no remorse. People like him, men like him, deserved to die. No one would miss him. The world would not miss him. Luke smiled, the world will be so much better off without a man like Frank. He gave the shears a little tug - testing it out. ( When he had found the shears for sale on eBay he could hardly resist the purchase and now here he was, about to make his first kill with them.)

Frank glanced down, watched as the shears swallowed the body part that made him a man. He shivered, tears blurring his vison. "Plea...se," he sputtered, "p..le...ase... don’t do this."

Luke tilted his head to one side. "Can you give me one good reason why I shouldn’t?" When his question was only met with silence, he nodded his head. "I didn’t think so." He felt Noah’s hand on his waist, felt them make their way to the hem of his shirt. He felt Noah’s breath hot against his ear.

"I want you naked," Noah whispered, "when you rip his dick from his body." He pulled Luke’s shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. He pressed his lips against Luke’s ear, continued to whisper - whisper things that he only wanted Luke to hear.

All Luke could manage to do was nod his head as Noah whispered vulgar, hot, erotic things into his ear. He wanted Noah to do those things to him right now.
"Here hold these," Luke said, gesturing his head towards the shears and Frank’s penis.

"Why?" Noah asked, his brow arched.

"So I can do as I am told and take off my clothes." Luke said, grinning.

Noah shook his head. "No, Luke. I am going to take off your clothes. Then, later, when you are engulfed in blood you are going to watch me take my clothes off."

Luke moistened his lips, watched as Noah began to unbutton his jeans and tugged them to his feet before tossing them aside with his shirt.

"Get to work, Luke." Noah murmured, nipping lightly at Luke’s earlobe. "I’m horny as hell."

He stepped away from his partner, drew his bottom lip through his teeth. Nothing got him hotter than watching Luke at work - nothing made him harder. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes on Luke’s ass. The man, he thought, truly had a superb ass.

Oh he would get to work all right, Luke thought as he refocused his attention to the task at hand. Or rather the penis at hand. Luke smirked, grabbing once again a firm hold onto the shears. "So," Luke said, looking into Frank’s eyes. "This is going to hurt like a bitch." he paused. "And hopefully you’ll bleed to death. It would be such a shame if you didn’t. At least for you." Tugging once, twice, Luke finally give the third tug his all. He heard the rip of muscle, heard a pop, and felt the blood as some of it landed onto his chest. He threw his head back in ecstasy as he tossed the shears and the unattached penis aside. He knew Frank was screaming, could tell by the shape of his mouth - but he heard nothing, nothing but the drum of his own heart. He felt Noah’s hand on the small of his back as his other hand squeezed his left ass cheek.

"He’s dying, Luke." Noah murmured into Luke’s ear. "Look at him babe, watch as the life slowly fades from his eyes." Taking the hand from Luke’s ass he brought it up to his face, firmly cupping his chin in his hand. "Watch it babe. We did this, we killed him. Who knows how many lives we have saved because of this."

Luke nodded, turning around to face Noah. "Touch me, Noah. I need you to touch me."

Noah smiled coyly. "No, Luke. I need you to touch me." Placing his hand on top of Luke’s head, he pushed Luke down onto his knees. "I need to feel myself inside of that beautiful fucking mouth of yours."

He felt his knees touch something liquid and didn’t have to bother to look down to know it was blood. He could still hear it dripping from where Frank’s organ had once been. He trailed a finger through the blood and placed a smear of it onto Noah’s engorged cock. He heard Noah’s soft gasp. "You like that?"

Noah nods his head. "You’re fucking right I do." He fisted a hand into Luke’s hair. "God dammit Luke, don’t just kneel there and do nothing. Suck my bloody dick."

"So damn pushy," Luke laughed. He bent his head down, ran his tongue along Noah’s balls. He felt them quiver under his tongue, felt them tighten, felt them yearn for more. "Have I ever mention how beautiful your penis is?"

"I think you’ve mentioned it a couple times." Noah panted, his skin on fire.

"Well," he whispered, "I am going to tell you again. You really do have a beautiful penis."

Licking the length of Noah, he slowly took him into his mouth. Head first - sucking here, a scrap of teeth there. He felt the hand fisted in his hair tighten, felt the slight push of Noah’s hips against his mouth before he took his boyfriend completely inside of him.

Noah threw his hand back, his hand in the blonds hair tightly. He loved being inside of Luke’s mouth, loved feeling the silky wet heat of him wrapped around him. He felt the swirl of tongue around his cock, the hint of teeth before he pulled himself out of Luke’s mouth. As much as he loved being there, right now, he just wanted to put his screaming cock into something a little more tight, a little more hot. He loved how he didn’t have to explain to Luke what he wanted at that moment, because he was already currently in said position he had been thinking about.

Luke turned, offered Noah a smoldering grin. "I know you too well, Noah."

"I love," Noah whispered as he unrolled a condom onto his shaft, "how you look covered in blood." He licked at the bead of blood on the small of Luke’s back. "Hmm. You taste good too."

"So do you," Luke stated, offering his ass to Noah. "Now can we stop the chit chat and fuck?"

Noah ran his hands down Luke’s arched back. "We play by my rules, remember Luke?"

"Fuck you Mayer." Luke spat out, his ass aching for Noah.

"Not unless I say so, Snyder." He brushed his thumb across Luke’s hot pucker. "You better be a good boy, or I might just have to get out the strap."

"Noah," Luke whined, "would you please, pretty please, just fuck me?"

He grabbed on to Luke’s hips, "Are you sure you’re going to be able to hold on? The floor, after all is all wet."

Luke lifted his hand to his face, flicked his tongue across his palm. "I think I can manage it."

Noah quickly grabbed a firm hold his partner’s hand, turned Luke before bringing the man’s index finger into his mouth. He twirled his tongue around Luke’s finger, lapping at the blood there.

"So, so, so good." Noah murmured, his eyes closed tightly.

Luke place his hands onto Noah’s chest, pushed him down onto his back. "I think, Noah Mayer, its about fucking time we play by my rules."