pie bucket

PROLOGUE. 

He's a good boy with shit luck.

You could have asked anyone in that little town and they'd all tell you the same thing - Noah Sebastian was a good boy with the worst string of luck they'd ever seen.

His bad luck train had started in high school. Back then, he'd been a quiet boy who kept to himself and that had made him the easiest target for bullies. Ask anyone, they'd tell you about the times they'd seen John Marks push him around and sneer, calling Noah crass names and giving him the occasional, unwarranted black eye.

But then one day Noah stumbled out of the local woods, shaking like a leaf, fear written across his face. It wasn't uncommon to hear gunshots in hunting season, but this was far from hunting season and Noah swore up and down it had been an accident. He'd been lured out there by John and a fight had ensued for the gun - John's father's gun, the one that had never once been properly put away.

When Noah took the stand and pleaded self defense, of course everyone believed him, why wouldn't they, when they knew exactly how malicious John had been in real life. And even though it had been self defense, every day for a month after the trial, Noah showed up at the Marks’ residence, begging for Mrs. Marks’ forgiveness, bringing her flowers, doing menial chores here and there as if the loss of her son had been pure tragedy and not an accident in the woods, where he had planned to kill Noah.

Bad luck followed Noah to college, to a girlfriend that he followed around like a puppy, waiting on her every want or need, no matter how ridiculous. She was a sad girl, prone to self mutilation, writing despairing notes in her journal on a daily basis from a young age. It wasn't really a shock to anyone but Noah when they found her hanging.

Poor Noah, what despairing luck that boy had. What trauma it had brought him.

He came back home with a body covered in tattoos and the necessary degrees to teach kindergarten. The kids loved him and the way he managed to make them excited to learn and their parents sang him praises.

Wonderful Noah. Sweet Noah. The man who can do no wrong.

Of course, everyone who knew him had been so ecstatic when he found the man of his dreams, Oli - a man who was just as kind and sweet as Noah. They got married so quickly and the chapel had been packed with people who had come to celebrate the lovebirds on their joyous day.

Oli integrated himself into the town and into everyone's lives easily, opening a bakery in town. Noah's class loved him, the little old ladies who stopped in on early mornings for fresh pastries thought he was such a gentleman. 

Everyone knew that if you were in need, Noah and Oli would always come to your rescue. 

Such a sweet couple. Such kind-hearted men. Poor sweet Noah deserves this happiness after all that previous misfortune.

And then tragedy began to strike the entire town. The newspapers dubbed the serial killer that plagued them as ‘THE SWEETHEART KILLER’. 

A man who eluded authorities at every turn. Loving couples kept turning up dead in their own homes.

At least we have sweet Noah protecting our kids during the school day. At least we have kind Oli, selling us sweets and making us laugh when we need it most.

PART ONE: EVIL RECOGNIZES EVIL.

That first kill, all those years ago in high school, had left Noah feeling almost orgasmic. He was surprised, when he had walked out of the woods after shooting John, that anyone had believed his story. He kept expecting them to see how turned on and excited he had been by the murder, kept expecting someone to realize something wasn't quite right. 

But they never did and he had gotten away with it.

He chased that high all the way up to college, where he carefully chose his next victim. A woman who was easily manipulated into taking her own life.

He got away with that one too and it emboldened him.

He'd been a kindergarten teacher for a few months the next time the urge, the desperation to kill hit. He had picked a target at random - a beautiful man at a seedy bar who was just passing through town, someone no one would really look for or miss.

Except somewhere between the bar and the shady motel at the edge of town he and Oli had realized they had both picked each other for the same reason. They had both intended to make a victim out of the other.

Evil recognized evil and a dark romance was born and sealed in blood as they killed a homeless man that night together.

The rush of it brought them back to Noah's place. Clothes had been ripped and torn off each other (and the next day burned) and they hadn't even made it to the bedroom before Oli had shoved Noah against a wall, fucking him mercilessly - drawing out cries of pleasure that Noah hadn't even been aware he could make.

They had recognized in each other something they couldn't share with anyone else in the world. A need for violence and bloodshed. They got off on it and that had been the start of their whirlwind romance.

They had agreed to be good, of course, in the beginning days of that romance. They satiated their dark desires in the bedroom with knives and whips and toys meant to make each other bleed. For a while it had worked, their sexual depravity and consensual violence towards each other had staved off their joint desires to kill.

For a while, at least.

PART TWO: URGES.

Not long after their marriage in that little white chapel in town, the urges had crept in on them both. Neither could deny that those little promises of being good, of how their first kill together had to be their last, had faded. It was like an itch that couldn't be reached (well, that metaphor was lost on Noah, who Oli had excitedly learned, could bend in almost inhuman ways, contorting himself at times, or even easily putting his legs behind his head when Oli fucked him.). The more they tried to ignore that itch, the more annoying it became.

“You know,” said Noah, broaching the topic softly and curiously in the same manner that one might bring up the desire to adopt a pet, “one of the kids in my class is being abused. He comes to school black and blue some days and no one does anything about it. I know CPS has investigated at least once but the parents are so good at playing the loving, wholesome couple,” he gives Oli a dark and knowing look, his words full of unsaid implications.

“It sounds like it would be in that child's best interest if his parents were out of the picture,” replies Oli, who fully understands what Noah wants but won't say. 

They chose a day in which they knew the boy wouldn't be home, away on a playdate because his parents couldn't wait for a night of silence away from him.

Of course they had invited Oli and Noah in, they trusted the two completely, knew them as upstanding and loved members of the community.

Noah held a hand over the woman's mouth, muffling her scream as he forced her to watch as Oli slit her husband's throat. 

When both the man and woman were dead, their blood splattering the living room walls, the carpet, the furniture, the two snuck out in the cover of night.

They stumbled into their home, drunk on their own adrenaline and the overwhelming urge to fuck, just like that first time together.

Blood stained clothing quickly became discarded between open mouth kisses that barely left either of them with time to breathe.

Noah drops to his knees on the soft carpet of their living room, he's already semi hard, but it's not his own arousal he seeks to indulge in this moment - not quite yet anyway, and Oli knows what's coming and anticipates it with a hitch of his breath.

He watches as Noah's tongue darts out, licking his lips teasingly as he looks up at Oli with dark eyes, gazing through feminine lashes before placing a soft kiss to the head of Oli's cock. Slightly wet with saliva lips part just enough for Noah to take an experimental lick across Oli's slit, earning him an intake of breath, almost bordering on a gasp, from Oli.

Noah knows what he's doing - he knows how to slow things down enough to tease his husband and so he trails kisses over the length of Oli's cock and back down again. His breath tickles Oli's skin, draws a shiver down the Brit's spine before suddenly and without warning, Noah takes him into his mouth.

Oli almost chuckles, he knew that no matter how much Noah liked to tease, he also wasn't very good at being patient. He hollows out his cheeks, sucking on the head of Oli's cock or swirling his tongue over it until he hears that first moan resonate deep in Oli's chest and feels Oli's fingers tangle in the hair at the base of his skull. It isn't long before his nose is pressed to Oli's pubic bone and then as quickly as it happens, he pulls back, opening his mouth and letting Oli's dick free. He licks his lips and looks up at Oli mischievously.

“Little fucking tease,” whispers Oli, his voice lust heavy and soft as he lines his dick up to Noah's lips. “Finish what you fucking started,” he growls and Noah's mouth open obediently, seconds before Oli snaps his hips forwards and begins to fuck Noah's mouth.

This high is now his and his alone, head thrown back as he fucks Noah's mouth at an unforgiving pace. “Such a good fucking slut for me,” Oli babbles out praises half coherently as the telltale feelings of pleasure curl in the pit of his stomach. He chases that high until he starts to cum down Noah's throat.

It's unexpected, coming without warning and Noah pulls back, choking on cum and saliva immediately, catching the last ropes of Oli's cum across his face. 

He looks up at Oli, his own cock leaking precum, painfully hard, with tears in his eyes that crest down his cheeks. He's covered in saliva and cum and his mouth drops open in a soft and needy whine as he palms a hand over his erection, wordlessly begging for Oli to give him release.

“Look at you, covered in my seed and the blood of our victims and begging for me to let you cum,” Oli looks almost godly in that moment. He feels like it too. He's played judge, jury, and executioner tonight and now his husband sits on his knees as if in worship, as if he's practically praying to Oli to cum.

Grabbing a discarded, blood covered shirt, Oli pushes Noah to lay back against the floor and Noah obeys. He wraps the still sticky, not yet dry, blood covered shirt around Noah's cock, using someone else's blood almost like lube, and begins to move his hand up and down in a twisting motion. Whimpers leave Noah's lips and Oli watches in dark curiosity as blood gets wiped off on Noah's cock this way. Noah bucks his hips upwards and his own cum spills out, coating the already ruined shirt.

Later, when he's gotten Noah cleaned up and settled into a warm bath, Oli struggles with a dangerous desire to keep the blood and cum ruined shirt as a trophy, but ultimately decides against it, adding it to a burn later pile.

PART THREE: ONE YEAR LATER.

They sit on their couch together, Noah on Oli's lap, wrapped up in his arms as they gaze over the local paper together.

“Sweetheart Killer strikes again,” muses Oli before peppering kisses to Noah's cheek and neck. “What a dangerous town we live in, where they can't even catch a single predator.”

Noah tosses the newspaper to the floor and twists around in Oli's arms until they're face to face and Oli's hands rest securely on Noah's ass. “I heard that the FBI is setting their sights on our little town in hopes to stop this serial killer.” He teasingly grinds down against Oli's crotch, earning a sly smile from him.

All pretense and game is shaken off as Oli slides one hand down the front of Noah's shorts now, giving his soft cock a teasing touch. “I bet we could earn new monikers in different places,” he says, pulling his hand out of Noah's shorts and tapping his index and middle finger against Noah's lips.

Noah opens his mouth and obediently sucks Oli's fingers, swirling his tongue around them as Oli talks. 

“Why don't we shoot for the stars, see how notorious we can become, baby?” He asks and then pulls his saliva covered fingers out of Noah's mouth and dips them back into Noah's shorts. Wet fingers caress Noah's slowly hardening cock. “Make this country think there's an influx of active serial killers, make them fear us, make them pray that we never find them and deem them not worthy of their lives.” 

There's a gleam in Oli's eyes, one that Noah misses as he presses his forehead to Oli's shoulder, shuddering with pleasure at the feel of Oli slowly jacking him off in his shorts. The idea of spreading out their territory is terrifying and fascinating all at once and it doesn't take much before Noah cries out, cumming in his shorts and over Oli's fingers.