Mama, I'm in Love with a Criminal ... [[ boy x boy ]]

chapter 6.

third person POV.

Matt still could not believe this.  The fact that he was chained down like an animal, exposed to this criminally insane man.  Really, why couldn't he just listen to his mother when she told him not to go out at night?  Come to think of it, he couldn't understand why now, of all times, he finally understood why she warned him so much about this.  Was he really that dim?  Certainly, if he ever did escape - which was a thought he was believing less and less by the minute - he would never underestimate his mothers warnings again.

While Matthew was lost in fear and shame, James was over by his 'tools', humming softly to himself.  It looked a bit like a cliche movie scene; with the rabid killer hunched over scalpels, humming a dark tune to himself while the victim tried helplessly to find a way out.  But it never felt so real until now.  Matt was sure that he would never be able to watch another horror film again.  If he would ever be able to get out, that is.

Abruptly, James swung back around, swiftly making his way back over to the cold table.  Without any warning, he brought his head down to his victim's neck, breathing deeply.  He smells so intoxicating... is it his fear that makes him smell this way?  He pulled away quickly, his eyes widening briefly in confusion.  No, no.  He needed to focus.  Twisting his face in unwanted puzzlement, he pressed the scalpel quickly down to Matt's stomach once more, finding the build up of increasing difficulty to press the blade down more and more strong.  It had been so simple with the others; each cut bringing a vicious, sinful person closer to their rightful death.

Looking down at Matt, James' eyes were dark.  "Perhaps I should have found someone a little less perfect."  The words were mumbled, probably talking to himself more than Matthew.  Jerkily removing the scalpel from Matt's stomach, a wicked notion crossed his mind.  He dipped his head down, delving his tongue into Matthew's navel.  He ignored the quiet gasp from the other, enjoying the pleasant buzz from contact.  Pressing his lips briefly against his stomach, he quickly lifted his head and stepped back.  Matthew simply blinked at him as a wave of confusion passed across both their faces.

"What kind of sick man are you?" hissed Matt, feeling nothing but dirty.  All he could feel was the wetness from James' lips still from.. whatever that was.  Although he was a teenager, he had never really questioned his sexuality much.  He never assumed he would like anything much other than girls, but he had never tried anything with another boy before.  But the contact sent a shiver through his body, which he was certain was from the sheer oddness of it.

But James had put the pieces together.  He understood suddenly what was wrong with him.  Somewhere amidst of all the careful research, he'd begin to have feelings for Matthew.  It wasn't something normal for him.  Not like he had some sort of dramatic story about an ex boyfriend, he simply didn't find much interest or luck in that subject.  Matthew could only assume he was trying to throw him off; to confuse him enough that he could slice him open at the must unpredictable moment.  Which was why he was still on edge; a small grimace thrown in the direction of the man.

Finally realizing that he had asked a question, James furrowed his brow further and licked his lips.  "I don't know," he replied simply, eyes sweeping over Matthew in silence.  Already he would need to wash the other extensively to remove the DNA from that unnecessary act on impulse...  And Matthew was just laid out like a gift before him, and he wanted him.  Slowly and carefully, as if it would shatter, he set the scalpel back down.  He turned his back to Matthew, who had his eyes on him carefully for any sudden movements.  James' hands squeezed the edge of the table as he gave the situation a thorough thought.

"I know more about my victims than they even know about themselves, Mattie," he stated suddenly, pushing off the table and returning to the boy's side, his poker face plastered to his features.  Shamelessly, his gaze dropped, all manner of thoughts pushing away his initial plan.  It would be so simple to just take Matt; rape him and clean him up.  He would need to do so anyway.  But no, that was risky.  Far, far too risky.  His hands curled outward to ghost over the young man's body.  "But one thing I would never predicted, was how you would make me feel."

The way he felt? ... Was he so insane to think that would be something to put Matt to ease?  Or was he simply saying it for conversation?  No, why would he want conversation.  He wanted to kill him - or romance him to death.  Whether this was a ruse or not, Matt decided to play on it; maybe it would be for the better.  "I-if you feel something for me, you wouldn't kill me, right?"  he asked quietly, watching the other's face.  He could see where the dark eyes were pointed, and he couldn't help but want to recoil in disgust.  But he couldn't, he had to try to talk it out, talk himself out of this.  "And... and you could let me go...?"

"I can't leave it unfinished.  I need to complete this.  I need to."  What could he do, though?  Idly, he watched his own fingers brush up from his stomach to his chest.  I can't kill him.  All there would be left was a brief glimpse of beauty.  Those eyes wouldn't be there.  Too good to waste.  He knew he was sick; he knew for a fact.  It didn't seem to bother him as he leaned down and breathed the young man's scent once more.  Everything he was doing was utterly perverse and wrong, but the dizzying effect Matt had on him was terrifying.  Nothing had wrenched him out of his comfort zone like this.

A small smile flickered across his face; the first one since he had explained how and why Matthew had been so perfect a choice.  "No, no, I can't.  Can't kill you."  The second question was completely different though.  His eyes hardened and he jerked his hands from the table, crossing the room.  "I can't let you go."

The words nearly made Matt want to cry.  Honestly, he was surprised he hadn't already.

"You'll go to the police."

"I promise, I won't!"

"My work will then be unfinished."  His tongue flickered out once again, his lips and mouth both excessively dry.  He stared hard at Matthew, staring a hole right through him.  "I don't know what to do."

"I won't run to the police though..."  It was nearly a whine; something Matt had been trying not to sound like since he had realized where he was and what was going on.  He didn't want to sound so afraid in front of this man.  But why wouldn't he?  "You... you could be around-" the thought still made Matthew himself cringe. "-and you could watch.  Watch and see that I won't, I'll be as normal as always." 

Considering he could barely see James without awkwardly twisting his neck, he stared up at the ceiling, his eyes closing to the brightness of the light above him.  James would have to leave at some point, right?  If he agreed to this condition, he could just dial 911 quickly, he wouldn't have to know-

"I wish you were that perfect, Mattie."

The chuckle was almost a sickening sound.

"But you and I both know what you would do as soon as I turned my back."

He really did know him better than himself.

a/n;;

cliffhangers all around \m/
can you guys tell i really like cliffhangers?
oh god it's great <3

OKAAY.
thank you for being patient. ;u; i was at my going away party (i'll be moving in four days D:) so i hadn't updated in a while~
also, heads up, i am moving soon. but it's a very weird set up, and i won't actually be in a proper house until august the 17th. and even then, i'm not sure when i'll have internet. though we will be at hotels and such, so i'll try to type up chapters on my mom's laptop. if i can keep it so she won't see what i'm typing. (i have a desktop, not a laptop, so. :c)
fan me, and you'll be updated on what's going on more often. C:

by the way, for those of you disappointed in the lack of reciprocated feelings back and forth, don't worry. it'll happen sooner or later; james has to try his hardest. >u>