a love worth dying for~ (bob duncan x bertram novel)

the clean-up (bobs pov)

I watched Bertram walk into his room, his cheeks jiggle when he walked. He bent over Jessie as he slid the knife in. I smiled, what an amateur.

"Hey, baby," Bertram jumped "take it to the kitchen first, okay?" I said with a wink. I could see Bertram getting flustered, it's my charm. I looked back at Emma. It was important to keep on the task at hand. I watch Bertram slowly drag Jessie down the hall and down the carpet stairs. He left a small trail of blood behind him.

"He'll get there one day," I laughed to myself "Now, we gotta get you in Ravi's room" Bertram had told me all about the kids. Ravi was the little Indian boy the Ross family adopted. I can't help but think he cared about them. I brush that thought away, a guilty conscience isn't good when trying to get away with murder. Besides, they were trying to get between me and my one true love. I reached the door with reptile stickers. This must be it. I turn the silver doorknob, revealing a huge green tube, almost like a McDonald's playhouse. I gently put Emma down, examining the structure.

"Hmm. I can work with this," I opened the cage door, bending my head to walk through.

"Mrs. Kipling?" Hearing no response, I assumed they took her with them. I couldn't help but fantasize about what Bertram and I could do with this. All the possible games, the loser being punished with something... special. Clank!

I blink out of my daze. Bertram has started cutting. I'm behind. Leaving Emma in the room, I walk past the blood-stains, trying to avoid more to clean. I picked up the supplies with a sigh.

This is gonna take a while. I walked down to the kitchen to fill the bucket. I entered the kitchen, walking past Bertram, his eyes focused on the task at hand. I turned the faucet on, the cold water started to fill the yellow bucket. I turned it off once the bucket was halfway.

"Bob's murder tip of the day," Bertram looked up from Jessie, a bit startled "Straight up bleach is too much, watering it down does the trick." I chuckled, hoping Bertram isn't wimping out on our mission. He nodded and giggled, his face a shade of pink. I love it when Bertram acts like a bottom, it makes me think of the event we never finished.

Focus, Bob. Clean up blood. I took out a new sponge from underneath the kitchen sink and headed to the stairs and to Bertram's door. Bertram continued to dismember Jessie, I still had a lot to do. As I reached the stairs, I gazed at all the rose petals wilted and splattered with blood. I couldn't help but smile. Bertram had done that all for me. "Focus, Bob," I muttered to myself. I rushed up the stairs to get to the older stains. I scrubbed and scrubbed. I paused, how could I forget? OxiClean. I rushed quickly down the hall to grab the carpet spray bottle. I sprayed some, then scrubbed with the bleach-soaked sponge. That helped immensely with the stains.

After roughly thirty minutes, I reached the top of the stairs. I knelt down, dipping the sponge in the bucket. I squeezed it, my mind thinking of Bertram. Oh, how that man could make me feel so... dangerous. I started to scrub the carpet floor and slowly made my way down the stairs.

"You need a hand?" Bertram was standing behind me, his clammy hands pressed on my broad shoulders.

"How'd you get up here?" I asked, a bit startled

"There's an extra staircase from the kitchen" He gestured down the hall.

"Thanks, Bertram," I smiled "Could you take care of the stairs? I still have to get Emma's body to prepare for Mrs. Kipling." I felt distracted, I need to focus.

Bertram nodded, rubbing his forehead tiredly. I had forgotten how little activity he did on a daily basis. He reached for the extra sponge I had laying on the stair next to me. We scrubbed and scrubbed until we reached the last few stairs.

"I can prepare Emma's body- that is if you want me to?"

"Yes, that would help. I'm almost done with the stairs anyway." I gazed at Bertram. Oh, how I can't wait to see his toes curl and his fists clench the sheets.

"Bertram," I called, Bertram pausing in his tracks.

"Yes, Bob?" He turned to me, his voice was shaking, a bit unsure

"You know," I paused, sliding the rubber gloves off my fingers. "We never did get to finish what we had started," His face burned red, his eyes glued to the floor.

"You're right..." he mumbled. I rose to my feet, our faces inches away. I lean closer, our lips colliding.

"Is this okay, Bertram?" My voice was soft, almost a whisper. Bertram nodded, the corners of his lips forming a tight smile. He fell on the stairs, his knees crashing into the blue carpet. I look down at him, his balding head glistening in the light. I kneeled, trying to get on the same level as Bertram. I began to unbutton my loose-fitting shirt, my eyes locked onto Bertram. He reached for my jean zipper, loosening my pants. I could feel the material slip down, the soft air-conditioned breeze touching my pale legs. I slid my light blue exterminator's shirt off Bertram, the fabric pulled taut across his torso. He blushed, embarrassed of his fuller figure. I ran my hands down his side, resting them on his hips. I thrust my groin onto his chest, his jaw lowering in an inaudible moan. I lowered my head close to his round ear, blowing hot air into his canal.

"We can go all the way if you'd like," I whispered, raising my head to face Bertram.

Bertram looked down, his body felt tight when I said that. I couldn't tell if he wanted to or not.

"Bob," Bertram trailed his fingers up my chest, " I've never done this before..." I paused. I had suspicions that he was a virgin, but hearing it was strange. "What if I'm bad at it? I don't want you to leave me-" I pressed my lips against his, silencing him. He shut his eyes, moving his body with each kiss. His back was against the carpet stairs as I carefully slid his black pants down his thick thighs to his ankles. I paused, pondering if I should draw this out more and take them off or leave them on. I reached my fingers to the brim of his bright white boxers, pulling on the elastic material and letting it crash back onto his skin.

Bertram's back arched when I did so. I smiled, letting him know it was okay to enjoy the sparks of pain. I couldn't wait till these little kinks would unravel their true desire into uncontrollable waves of brutal pain. But for now, I have to focus on taking this man's old, dusty v-card.