Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Ride The Crime Wave ❯ Deliverance ( Chapter 3 )

WARNING: MAKO X JOEY! YAOI!

Deliverance

Mako's POV

I returned home after my encounter with Anzu. I had wiped my hands free of her blood and put the cloth in my pocket. I walked casually to my sink and washed my hands free of her blood well.

I don't see anything wrong with what I've done.

Anzu won't leave me anymore.

She won't ever have the chance to abandon me again.

She rests.

She rests in peace.

Anzu is dead.

Don't look at me as if I'm crazy! I'M NOT CRAZY!

I'm not mad.

Right now…I'm hungry.

I grabbed my tackle and my fishing rod.

Mmm…fish.

I walked to the pier and sat there with my fishing line…the sounds of her screams invading, piercing, soothing my pounding brain.

I heard a sniffle behind me after I caught a few Rainbow Trout. I turned….

Joey Wheeler.

Another victim.

Another one of my friends who will soon never leave me again.

Joey……….victim #2.

I grabbed my bucket. "Hello, Joey!"

He looked sad. Maybe I can comfort him…..make him feel better.

I can take away Joey's pain.

Forever.

"What's wrong, Joey?"

Joey looked up. He had the most beautiful eyes! So sad to see his eyes fill with tears.

"Tristan……Tristan and I had another fight again. It was over something stupid. He can be such a hot-head when he wants to be."

I put my arm around Joey's shoulders.

"Come into my houseboat and tell me all about it, Joey."

Joey stood up, wiping his weeping, sad eyes.

I sat Joey down and poured him a cup of water and sat beside him.

Tell me your pain, Joey. Tell me, I will make it better….and then…you will meet your…..electrifying end.

Joey sniffled and drank his water. "Tristan and I were trying to decide what color to paint our bedroom. Tristan wanted it to be a light brown. I wanted it to be a light green! Stubborn jackass that he is, he told me that my idea was stupid! I'm.. a jackass? For wanting our place to look nice? Yeah, right!"

Ooohh…..trouble in paradise!

I can make it right.

I can make it all better.

"Joey, maybe you should spend tonight here with me. Tristan just needs to blow off some steam. If you go back to him right away, he'll just blow up at you again." My fingers reached up and stroked Joey's face lightly. His skin was so soft! "I can let you stay here with me, Joey. I get so lonely here……..in my houseboat………all alone."

You won't leave me again, Joey.

I will make sure of it!

Joey looked up into my eyes. I could see that he trusted me.

That was going to make this much easier.

"I…I guess so. Thank you, Mako."

I grinned. "It will be my pleasure, Joey."

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I knocked on my bedroom door and Joey opened it wearing nothing but his boxers.

Oh, hell, yeah!

"Are you okay, Joey? Do you need anything?"

Joey's eyes were still teary. He must still be upset.

Upset and vulnerable…..wonderful combination.

"Joey, can I come in for a moment?"

Joey turned and sat on my bed. "Mako, thank you for letting stay with you tonight. Do…Do you think I acted like an asshole?"

I reached up and played with the golden satin that was Joey's hair. "No, Joey. You're not an asshole. You are just upset."

Joey smiled. "It's hard to believe…after the way I acted today. I was so selfish!"

I cupped Joey's cheek in my hand. "You're not selfish, Joey. You are a wonderful person. Kind. Caring….beautiful."

My hand fell to Joey's neck. I looked at the white skin covering Joey's neck.

How beautiful would he look with that beautiful skin….torn in two? Gushing his life out for me as his body climaxed?

Must try it.

Joey pulled back slightly. "Mako, you know I'm with Tristan. I love him."

"And he is not here to give you the comfort that you need, Joey. I can do that."

The blond looked at me as if from a distance. "The comfort I need…."

"Yes, Joey. You need someone to console you….to comfort you in your hour of need. And I……would love to be your deliverance from pain and anguish."

I pressed my lips to Joey's, feeling the warm flesh against mine. His hand reached up and stroked my cheek gently.

He let out a little sob. "Tristan kisses like this."

Does Tristan ever give you the Kiss of Death?

"I know, baby…just lay down and let me take away your pain."

I laid Joey down and put my body beside him. I ran my hand over his exquisite chest, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin.

My fingers brushed across his neck. His vulnerable…..succulent…..neck.

Joey's arms wrapped around me and pressed himself against me.

You want me, don't you? I know you want me to bring you peace.

I looked down at him. "Joey, do you want me to help you feel better?"

Joey closed his eyes and whispered, "Yes."

My fingers brushed down his neck and his chest. I touched his soft stomach, feeling the muscles twitch with my gentle touch.

Joey moaned as I kissed his neck, sucking on the exact spot where I planned to plunge the blade of my pocket knife.

"Mako….please…."

My hand took the dip below the rim of Joey's boxers and wrapped my hand around Joey's length, stroking him.

"Moan for me, Joey……Serenade me with your moan."

Joey let out a long, heavy moan as I circled the head of his erection with my thumb, enticing him to thrust up into my grip.

It worked.

Joey's hips raised in rhythm with my motions. I left his neck to remove his boxers and my cut-off jeans. I kneeled beside the bedside, sneaking my pocket knife from my pocket and hiding it beneath the pillow for easy access.

I crawled on top of him and ground myself onto his body. Joey held my hips rocking against me.

I could feel his pulsing erection grow…..

The last erection he will ever have will be mine.

His last burst of release will be mine.

Once I have Joey's hot release inside me, he'll be vulnerable. That is the last thing I will ever get from Joey.

Then Joey will never leave me. He will always be with me.

His hot love inside of me.

Joey looked up at me as I ran my hands over his stomach and chest.

"You're beautiful, Joey. You are the prettiest catch I have ever made."

"Really?"

I smiled reassuringly. "Really. I would never lie to you, Joey. You are my friend."

And victim.

"Mako….I need you tonight. Just….I'll have to tell Tristan about this. I've never kept anything from him."

No you won't. You won't have the breath to tell Tristan anything.

You'll be dead as soon as you cum for me.

"I understand, Joey. I don't want to come between you."

I reached over to my side table and shifted forward a little.

I was straddling Joey's chest, my length against his face.

Take me in, Joey. Let me enjoy your heat for as long as it lasts.

Joey's mouth encompassed my arousal. I leaned back, coating Joey's length with my lubed hand.

I buried myself in and out of his orifice, moaning and stroking him harder.

I want you to love me, Joey. Love me….

LOVE ME!

His heat was driving me wild…in and out…the knots forming in my stomach.

I want to come for Joey….gods, I want to!

Joey was coming close.

I can't have this finish before I have just begun.

I shifted back and held Joey's hand as I impaled myself on his throbbing length.

So hot…

So hard…

All mine.

It took a while for me to adjust. The waterbed below us rocked with our movements. I rocked back and forth, burying myself on him, desperate to get him as deep as possible inside of me.

I shoved myself on him and he lifted his hips, our bodies preparing for our mutual orgasms.

"Joey……if you….hold onto the metal railing at the top of my bed, I can get a better angle."

Joey's sweat-covered face nodded and he reached up. He gripped the railing like I had asked him. I rewarded him with some rough riding….literally.

The waterbed below us rocked with our motions.

"Joey….gods…..come for me!"

"Mako…."

Joey closed his eyes in passion and I took advantage of the situation. I leaned over and grabbed the pocket knife.

"Mako….going to come."

Take your last breath, Joey.

Come for me.

The last orgasm you will ever have.

Your last moment of mortal bliss.

Climax and you will die.

Joey's body climaxed and he released inside of me with a moan.

My cue.

I took the blade of my pocket knife and buried it in his neck to the hilt and ripped!

Joey's eyes opened wide as he realized the burning pain in his neck.
I continued to ride him as he bled.

I smiled down at him. "Did you enjoy your last orgasm, Joey?"

Joey couldn't talk. I had severed his windpipe and his vocal cords.

Slowly, Joey's body stopped moving. His body twitched and I climaxed over his chest.

I stood up and watched. Joey tried to reach out to me.

"You won't leave me anymore, Joey! YOU ARE MINE! I won't be alone anymore! DIE, WHEELER!"

A tear fell down Joey's face as his movements completely stopped.

Joey Wheeler was dead.

I leaned down and licked my essence off of Joey's corpse and kissed his lips.

"Rest in peace, Joey."

I took the sheets and wrapped Joey's body in the material. I loaded the sheets down with some heavy bricks and stuffed him in a small trunk which held my fishing tackle.

I threw the trunk containing Joey's body into the sea.

Well, Joey needed a burial, didn't he?

Don't look at me as if I am insane!

I AM NOT MAD!

I have Joey forever. He is mine inside of me. And he is buried at sea.

The beautiful sea.

The merciless sea.

The sea has never left me.

Will you leave me?

You won't leave me.

You know better.

Joey is dead.

His throat slit ear to ear….dead after his climax.

Joey will never leave me.

Two friends down.

It was only the obvious conclusion who will come to my bed next and be my next victim……Joey's lover….

Tristan Taylor.