Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Ride The Crime Wave ❯ Take The Bait ( Chapter 4 )

Take The Bait

Mako's POV

A loud knock on my door woke me out of a sound sleep./ I hate it when that happens! You just get into a state of blissful slumber, happily dreaming about your latest kill…then…BAM!...You're awakened by some punk knocking on your door.

This had better be good!

I slipped out of bed and went to my door. I opened it.

Tristan Taylor stood there. "Hi, Mako. Sorry to bother you. Have you seen Joey?"

YES! HE'S DEAD! I KILLED HIM! I SLIT HIS THROAT WHEN HE CAME FOR ME! I RODE HIM UNTIL HE DIED! HA! HA! HA!

You're next.

"No, Tristan. I haven't seen him. Sorry."

Tristan sighed. "I know he likes coming here. I'd thought he'd be here after our fight."

It's so hard not to laugh at his pain.

"You had a fight with Joey? Why don't you come in and tell me all about it?"

Come into my home, fish bait.

Tristan shook his head. "Not right now, Mako. I have to find Joey first. Man, I didn't mean to be such an asshole! If anything happened to him, I'll never forgive myself!"

Tristan left calling for Joey.

Hmm..Tristan is really upset. If I ever hope to get into those pants, I have to make that guy vulnerable.

Play on his emotions. Then I can play.

I have to let Joey's body be found if I hope to get my hands on Tristan. The cops will get involved, but I got rid of all the evidence, so the cops can search all they want. They won't find my DNA on him or anything. I have to get Joey's body from the bottom of the river.

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Just as I suspected, the cops knocked on my door.

"Mako Tsunami, we'd like to ask you some questions about one Joey Wheeler."

I folded my hands together, trying to look genuinely worried. They fell for it! Idiots….

"Sure. Were you able to find him? I heard he disappeared and I was really worried about him."

The cops exchanged glances. You know he's dead! Tell me so I can fake sorry! Joey will never leave me! He's mine! His soul is mine! His last orgasm is mine, too! MINE! MINE! MINE!

"We're sorry to tell you this, but, he was found dead on Pier 9."

"JOEY! NO!" I burst into tears. I'm such a good little actor! "What happened to him?"

The cops looked down at the notepads. "He was found naked with his throat cut."

I leaned against the door. "Poor Joey."

"There's evidence that Mr. Wheeler was in the water for a short time. When did you last see him?"

"Joey had a fight with his boyfriend, Tristan Taylor."

"Do you know the circumstances surrounding their altercation?"

I shifted. "It was about what color they wanted their bedroom. Tristan became angry and Joey came here. Itried to talk Joey out of going back to Tristan. Tristan has a temper. A bad one. When I woke up the next morning, Joey was gone. I like Tristan. I think he's a great friend, but he can be dangerous. I mean, his arms are like a sailor's! He can crush a man with those biceps of his."

The cops wrote in their notebook.

"We need to ask you to accompany Tristan Taylor to the coroner's office to identify the body."

"How did you know that the body was Joey?"

The cops shrugged. "We had this kid in before. Disorderly Conduct, mostly. Thank you for your time, Mr. Tsunami."

"I really hope you find the killer."

The cops left.

Fools.

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Later that day, I met Tristan at the coroner's office. The poor guy was crying.

Boo-fucking-hoo!

Now you know how it feels to cry tears of sorrow, Tristan!

You watched only one friend slip through your fingers! You lost one!

I lost many friends who have left me alone!

Who ignored me!

Who abandoned me!

Who forgot me!

Who tossed me aside like a god-damned piece of garbage!

Anzu won't leave me anymore! She was killed with a brick to her skull!

Joey won't leave me anymore! He was cut ear-to-ear! His blood spilled for me! His release spilled for me! His life taken by me!

Anzu and Joey won't leave me!

And soon, Tristan, you won't leave me anymore either.

I accompanied Tristan to the coroner holding his hand.

"I know you and Joey spoke a lot, Mako. Thank you for being here with me."

I gripped his hand tightly. "I'm here for you if you need me, Tris. You know that, right?"

Tristan nodded.

"We're here to identify Joseph Wheeler," I told the coroner.

He lead us to the freezer. The man opened a drawer and pulled back the sheet on Joey's body.

"Is this Joseph Paul Wheeler?"

Tristan turned white as a sheet and let out a deliciously painful wail. "JOEY! BABY! NO!"

Tristan wrapped his arms around the corpse, sobbing into the stone-cold skin.

"Joey, I'm so sorry!" Tristan cried into Joey's blond hair.

Poor Tristan was sobbing, his fingers lightly touching the wound I made on his neck. It was almost as if he were trying to convince himself that Joey was dead.

That beautiful wound……my masterpiece.

"I never should have had that fight with you, Joey! I'm so sorry, baby! I love you, Joey, please forgive me!"

Tristan sobbed, kissing Joey's pale, cold, stiff lips.

Don't worry, Tristan. You won't be separated for too much longer.

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After Joey's funeral, I stood beside Tristan. I held Tristan's hand, his sobs were quiet. Joey had been dead one week and I had spent my time getting close to Tristan, gaining his trust. Tristan kept little to himself, telling me about the good times he and Joey had.

Tristan said he felt lonely without Joey. He felt like he had come to pieces. That his very being had been shredded.

Shredded? Do you want to know how it TRULY feels to be shredded?

Do you want to know how it feels to be ripped inside, torn apart by those who you thought were your friends?

I'll show you how it feels to be crumbled up and thrown away!

Just you wait….

It took Tristan a long time to let go of Joey's corpse.

When I wrestled him away, I saw the pain and anguish in his eyes.

He needed deliverance from his pain.

"Tristan, you're a wreck, man. Why don't you stay with me just for tonight?"

Tristan rubbed his eye. "I don't want to intrude."

"Nonsense. You shouldn't be alone tonight, Tristan. Why suffer alone?"

Tristan shrugged. "I really don't want to be alone tonight. Why did he have to die, Mako? How could anyone want to kill Joey?"

"Only a madman would want to kill him, Tristan. We can only hope the killer is caught…whoever it was."

No one will catch me! Nobody!

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I took Tristan to my houseboat and cooked him a succulent last meal: Swordfish, scallops, and sautéed shrimp.

Tristan picked at his food, disinterested.

"What's the matter, Tris?"

Tristan sighed. "If I wasn't such a controlling bastard, Joey wouldn't have left. We could still be together. And….he would still be alive if it wasn't for my temper."

I took Tristan's hand. "You don't know that, Tristan."

Tristan shook his head. "If I wasn't such a controlling bastard, I'd still have my Joey….my angel."

I moved around to Tristan and kneeled beside his chair. "Tristan, I'm your friend. You aren't a bastard, but you do have some problems with control."

Tristan nodded. "I'm trying to get better."

I tipped Tristan's chin up. "I'm your friend, Tristan. I can help you if you let me."

Tristan bit his lip. "I don't know."

"I think Joey would want this, Tristan. If you don't get help for this, then you could end up losing more lovers and friends."

Tristan looked up. "Joey…he would want this?"

I stroked Tristan's cheek. "Joey would not want you to do this, Tris. He would want me to help you."

Tristan's hazel eyes looked into mine. Take the bait…..take it…take it!

"Okay, Mako. But promise to stop when it gets to be too much?"

I nodded. "Say 'stop' and I will."

Tristan nodded.

You just signed your death sentence.

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I was going to teach Tristan the meaning of 'giving up control.' He removed his clothes and I grabbed the instruments of his destruction.

When I walked into the room with a rope, he hesitated to lay on the bed.

"Tristan, part of learning how to give up control is by trusting me. If you say the word, I will untie you and just hold you if that's what you want."

He laid down naked on the bed, hesitantly. I tied his wrists to my bedposts. I tied his ankles to the bed, too. This way, there's no means of escape.

I opened the window a little to let some cool breeze come in from the sea. Goosebumps formed on Tristan's vulnerable naked body.

I blindfolded Tristan and went to get my knife that I used to gut the fish that I catch for dinner.

I hid the dagger underneath the pillow. The blindfold was removed and I looked at the brunet tied down.

He looks so perfect.

So submissive.

I kneeled between his legs and ran my fingertips lightly over his body.

He closed his eyes and sucked in air through his teeth.

"I've only just begun, Tris," I said with a smile.

I leaned down and kissed Tristan on the lips gently. My tongue slipped between his warm lips and ran along his tongue. He let me explore his cavern.

He's controlling himself pretty well now.

Let's see what happens when I turn up the heat.

My hands ran over Tristan's body, feeling his chest and his warm skin.

Tristan felt so much different than Joey. Tristan's body was much more muscular. I sat on his hips, touching him, and kissing him.

It feels like someone is getting desperate the longer I touch him and tease him.

He's enjoying himself.

The cycle will be the same….Pleasure…..Pain……..Death.

Tristan moaned into my mouth, his breathing becoming quicker as my hands drifted lower and lower.

That's it, Tristan…..Moan for me….

Let me feel your hardness form beneath me.

Your last erection….your last orgasm….your last breath.

I pulled back and looked down at my prey, his body starting to become sweaty.

I took his manhood and rubbed him against my own arousal. Tristan let out a moan. He's evidently enjoying himself. That's what I planned.

I rubbed us together and smiled down at him. "It's good to give up control, isn't it, Tristan?"

"Mako…..feels so good."

I gripped his length and his eyes opened wide. "It feels good to give up control? Yes or no?"

"Yes," he said, his primal instincts urging him to thrust up into my grip around his manhood.

"Good," I said with a smile. "What do you want, Tristan?"

His sudden thrust into my hand told me what he wanted, but I wanted to hear it from his lips.

"What do you want me to do to you, Tristan?"

Tristan looked up at me. "Take control of me. Take me."

I raised an eyebrow. "So, you want me to fuck you?"

Tristan let out another masculine, heavy moan as my finger traced the head of his length, teasing it with a feather-light touch.

"Mako……"

I released Tristan's length and I leaned over, grasping the top of Tristan's hair. "I asked you a question. Do you want me to fuck you?"

Tristan looked up into my eyes. "Yes. Control me."

I sat up and chuckled. "Just as I suspected, you want to be controlled. You not only want to be controlled, you ENJOY it!"

My arm reached out for a bottle of lubricant.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you, Tristan?"

Tristan's hips shifted on the bed, his hard length twitching and straining and weeping for some intimate contact.

"Yes, Mako."

"Do you trust me, Tristan?"

"Yes, Mako."

I grinned. "Good boy. Now, take a deep breath."

Tristan's head shot up. "You're taking me?"
"I thought you trusted me, Tristan. This is a way of learning control. If I take you, you're giving control to me."

Tristan's head relaxed on the bed. "Okay."

Coating my fingers with the thick lube, I pushed past Tristan's entrance, burying my digits inside his hot, sweaty, muscular body.

I hooked my fingers and pushed deeper until my fingertips brushed against a bundle of nerves that made Tristan's hips rise off of the bed.

His body began to shake as I caressed that bundle of internal nerves.

Tristan's body was now glazed with sweat, his body aching and trembling with the pleasurable sensations flooding his brain.

"Mako…..gods….please…."

I took his length with my other hand and took the weeping, hardened arousal into my mouth.

Tristan almost let out a scream. His hips rose into my mouth, trying to bury himself deep. I added another finger, adding to his pleasure.

Tristan moaned and groaned as his length made love to my mouth and my fingers brushed against his prostate gland.

His panting became heavier. His moaning became louder.

Tristan's release was coming close.

But I wanted to be buried inside him when I kill him.

I want to feel his body become cold as I give him what he wants.

Removing my fingers from him, I coated my own length with him.

I pressed myself inside of Tristan, feeling his warm fleshy canal stretch to let me in.

Tristan had tears coming down his eyes. "Joey……"

Don't worry, Tristan. You'll be seeing him soon.

I plunge into Tristan's body, ripping a moan from him.

I buried myself in his body, banging against his prostate, trying to bring him to completion quickly.

I grabbed his manhood and pumped it.

That's it, Tristan.

Come for me!

Spill your seed so that I may spill your blood.

Tristan clenched his eyes shut and I felt his body tremble.

"Gods…..coming…..I want to come!"

My hand slipped under the pillow and I grabbed my dagger.

"Come for me, Tristan."

Tristan let out a heavy moan as he began to orgasm.

I raised my dagger. "DIE FOR ME, TRISTAN!"

Tristan released his seed as I plunged my knife below his chest cavity.

His eyes went wide and he let out a muffled scream. I pierced his lung.

"Mako…."

I continued to slam into his body and I stabbed his abdomen, piercing his stomach.

"Joey….."

I grinned as I released my essence into Tristan's body.

"YOU WON'T LEAVE ME, TRISTAN! NOT AGAIN!"

I stabbed my dagger through Tristan's neck, stabbing the blade through his neck entirely.

Tristan's body began twitching. I could feel his body becoming colder as my length was inside him.

"DIE, TRISTAN!"

I removed my dagger and slammed the blade through his heart, killing him.

Goodbye, you bastard!

I took Tristan's body and untied it from the bed. I dragged him into the bathroom and put his corpse into the tub.

With my dagger, I hacked at his body. I cut pieces from his body and put it in a bucket. His intestines, his organs, his testicles and

penis were all removed from his body and put in a bucket.

I removed pieces of meat from Tristan's bones and put them in the bucket.

I put Tristan's head and bones in a larger bucket.

The sharks will enjoy that meal.

His tissue, sinew, and organs will be used as fish bait for me.

You can never have enough fish bait…especially when it's made of one of your friends.

Now Tristan will never leave me.

His body will soon belong to me and the sea.

Tristan Taylor…..will never leave me again.