CONTENT WARNING: Graphic Sex, Graphic Violence, Domestic Abuse, Bloodplay, and other disturbing topics

A sob fell from Jason’s lips as his mind processed Danny’s story. “So you were in love with me, but ended up being killed by the person I thought I was in love with. Only, that person kept me trapped for five years, and now you’re here in his body.” 

“I’m so sorry, Jason.” Danny clenched his fist against the floor. “I’ll go find another body, and get rid of this one.”

“Wait.”

Danny froze in the middle of climbing to his feet. He sat back on his heel. “What is it?”

Jason bit his lip, his gaze unseeing as he looked down at the vomit on the floor. “I… Where is Ryan?”

“He’s in here,” Danny said, tapping the side of his head. “Screaming at me.”

Jason’s gaze shot up. “He can see me?”

“Yes, though he’s not really paying attention to you.” Danny closed his eyes, his brow furrowing. A moment later, he shook his head. “He’s mostly concerned with me.”

The idea of Ryan screaming and panicking inside his own body triggered something in Jason. His hands clenched at his side, his chest tightening around his pounding heart. “Can you make it so that he can feel, but not have control over his body?”

Danny’s eyes flew open. He took in the look on Jasons’ face. Jason couldn’t tell what the man would find there, but something about the smile that curled Danny’s lips sent shivers down his spine. Danny tilted his head. “And here I thought… I can do that, but I would also feel what he feels. It’s the only way I would be able to maintain control.”

Jason’s shoulders fell. “Oh.”

“Oh, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

Jason’s brow shot up. “What?”

Danny grinned sheepishly. “I kind of… got exposed to some interesting things during my time in Hell.”

“Hell?” Jason frowned, rising up from the floor. “Why would you have gone to Hell? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I didn’t at first.” Danny shrugged. “I chose to go there, in order to be able to come back here.”

Jason paused halfway to the counter. He looked back at the man kneeling on the floor. “You went to Hell… on purpose?”

“I couldn’t stand the idea of you being with the man that killed me.” Danny flashed a sad smile. “Pathetic, huh?”

Jason wanted to run to Danny and hug him, but the sight of Ryan’s face stopped him. He looked away, his gaze falling on the chef’s knife laying on the counter. Jason’s throat tightened as he stared at the blade, memories of every cut and scrape and bruise he’d earned from his husband flashing in his mind. “I can’t stand you being in that body. But…”

“I’m sorry. I can find another one, though it would mean—”

“I want to hurt him.” Jason wrapped his hands around the handle of the knife. “And I want him to feel it. All of it.”

“Okay.”

Jason jerked and spun around. He gaped at Danny, disbelief turning into shock as his gaze snagged on the tent at the man’s crotch. “Are you serious?”

“No one comes back from Hell the same as when they got there.” Danny sighed, his eyes molten. “And the thought of you hurting me… Give me a second.”

Jason clutched the knife as Danny’s eyelids fluttered.

“What the fuck are you doing, Jason? Call the fucking— shut up, dickbag. No one wants to hear your shit.” Danny sighed. “Sorry about that. I’m still a little new at this.”

Jason's fingers tightened around the handle. “Are you sure we can… is he going to… come out?”

Danny stepped towards the table. With a swipe of his hands, he sent their abandoned dinner flying. The plates crashed onto the floor, spilling potatoes and asparagus and half-eaten steak across the linoleum. “Well, if he’s in too much pain to focus, he won’t be able to fight me for control.”

Jason stared as Danny ripped open Ryan’s flannel shirt and stripped it off. The jeans went next, freeing Ryan’s erect cock as Danny stepped out of them. He climbed onto the table, laying on his back and spreading his arms and legs. He leaned his head up to grin down his body. “So I suggest you really make it hurt.”

The sight of Ryan spread out before him, incapable of escaping, knocked something loose dark and primal in Jason’s mind. He barely noticed as his body stepped towards the table, his hand raising the knife he held. Climbing onto the table, he straddled Ryan’s body, his gaze locked on the man’s face. “Let him talk. I want to hear him scream.”

“As you wish.” Danny smiled back at him for a moment, then his face twisted as Ryan came to the surface of his body. “What the fuck, Jason!? Get the fuck off me, you fucking fa–”

The slur was cut short as Jason plunged the knife into Ryan’s chest. Ryan screamed, blood gurgling in his throat. Jason blinked, tears rolling down his face as a weight disappeared from his heart. Ryan’s scream wrapped around him, sliding down his spine to settle at the base. 

“Jason, stop! I won’t hurt you anymore. Just, please! Stop! No!”

Ignoring the man’s pleas, Jason worked the knife back and forth, finally yanking it free. Blood gushed from the wound, spilling down Ryan’s chest and torso to soak into Jason’s jeans. He leaned back, flinching at the touch of Ryan’s cock against his ass. Memories of Ryan forcing himself on him, plunging that appendage into him, flooded Jason’s mind. He struck, shoving the knife into Ryan’s stomach, earning a blood-choked howl from the man writhing beneath him.

“Fuck!” Ryan looked up, lust naked in his eyes. Jason’s mind barely registered that it was Danny who spoke when he said, “Do it again.”

The pure desire in Danny’s eyes pulled at something in Jason. He jerked the knife free, stabbing at a new spot in Ryan’s stomach. Danny’s moan twisted around Ryan’s pained scream, the sound causing goosebumps to erupt across Jason’s arms. He blew out a shaky breath, his own cock twitching in response. “You really like this?”

“I’m sorry.” Danny looked up, something close to shame in his eyes. “I can’t help it.”

“But… I’m…” Jason swallowed, his gaze falling down to his bloody hands. Had he always had this inside him? He wanted to tell himself that it was Ryan’s fault. That he would never have hurt someone like this if Ryan hadn’t done all those things to him. And yet, his hands itched to stab the man again. His cock throbbed in anticipation of hearing more of that delicious scream. “How could you love someone like me?”

Danny sat up, shuddering even as he grimaced at the pain of moving his ruined torso. He reached for Jason’s hands, wrapping his fingers around the one that held the knife. “If anything, I love you even more than I did before I died. So don’t hold back. Let it all out. I can take it.”

“But what if I kill you?” Jason looked up into Danny’s eyes. For finally, he could see Danny in the depths of Ryan’s gaze. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Danny smiled, his hand coming up to caress Jason’s face. His smile brightened when Jason didn’t pull away. “If you want to kill him, do it. I can find another body. Just…”

Jason tilted his head, pressing his face further into Danny’s hand. “What?”

“I can’t tell whose dick is going to explode first, yours or mine.”

Danny froze, then looked down at his crotch. Sure enough, his dick pushed against his zipper, the feeling of it finally reaching his brain. Laughter burst out of him, even as tears fell down his cheeks. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Absolutely nothing.” Danny rubbed his thumb along Jason’s lips. “Keep going.”

Jason blinked as Danny laid back down, spreading his arms wide. His face twisted as Ryan came back to the surface. “Please stop! Please! I’m sorry!!”

“For what?” Jason lifted himself up and undid the button of his jeans. Pulling them down as far as he could, he dipped his fingers into one of the cuts on Ryan’s stomach. Coating them with the man’s blood, he bent over Ryan. His face inches away, Jason stared into Ryan’s eyes as he pressed his fingers into his ass. “What are you sorry for, Ryan? Are you sorry for how you reacted when I told you I loved you? Or are you sorry for holding me hostage all this time? What are you so sorry about?”

“I thought you knew!” Ryan frowned as Jason lowered his hips, bringing his bloody hole to rest on the head of Ryan’s cock. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“You thought I knew what? That you’d killed my best friend?” Jason lifted the knife into the air with one hand, and took hold of Ryan’s cock with the other. “But who could I tell? Who would even believe me, when all the fucking cops in this shitty town are your friends?”

“I – Wait! Please!”

Jason sat down on Ryan’s cock just as he plunged the blade into Ryan’s throat. He cried out as his hole stretched to take in Ryan’s dick, his gaze fixated on the man’s face as it twisted and stretched in pain. His jaw twitched as he gasped for air, his eyes bulging. Jason pulled the knife free, sending blood splattering across the table. More blood spewed from Ryan’s lips as he coughed and gurgled beneath him.

Suddenly, hands gripped Jason’s hips and Danny thrust into him. “Fuck! Don’t stop!”

Jason struggled to concentrate as Danny rammed Ryan’s cock into him. He stabbed into the man’s chest as Danny’s hips bucked, his fingers digging into Jason’s skin hard enough to draw blood. Ryan’s screams mingled with Danny’s groans of pleasure, the discordant sound twisting around Jason’s cries of pleasure to fill the kitchen. Blood poured from the table onto the floor, splattering around them as Danny pumped into Jason. Jason twisted the knife in Ryan’s chest, pulling another scream from one soul and a howl of ecstasy from the other. The sound shot straight to his groin, ratcheting up the pleasure from Danny banging Ryan’s dick into his prostate. He came hard and fast, his cum mixing with the blood pooled on Ryan’s chest. The sight only heightened Jason’s orgasm, and he threw his head back and reveled in it.

“Again!”

Jason yanked the knife free, the blade ripping the flesh anew. Before he could find another spot to stab, Danny growled as he came. Jason’s eyes rolled back as hot cum shot into him. The knife fell from his hands as he leaned forward. His hands slipped in the blood as he tried to catch himself, and he landed on Ryan’s chest. Danny cried out, his hips thrusting one last time as another gout of semen pumped into Jason.

The two of them laid there for what felt like an eternity. Finally, Jason spoke, his voice hoarse. “Are you okay?”

When there was no response, Jason gripped Ryan’s shoulder to purchase and lifted himself up. Ryan’s eyes stared past him, his face frozen in a scream. Jason jerked, dislodging Ryan’s softening cock from his ass. He scrambled backwards, slipping on blood and cum as he jumped from the table.

The doorbell rang, and Jason clamped his bloody hand over his mouth to keep from screaming.

“Jason, it’s me.”

Jason frowned towards the familiar voice on the other side of the door. He yanked up his pants and tiptoed across the kitchen floor, barely able to avoid the blood and spilled food. He glanced at the kitchen table before going to the front door. “Who is it?”

“It’s me. Don’t worry.”

Jason unlocked the door and pulled it open an inch. 

Sheriff Branston stared back at him, a grin on his face. “Let’s clean up, shall we?”