Hello readers! So this story is a request from Flawsinthisworld. As soon as she requested it I thought it would be a perfect story for the Halloween season and got started on it right away. I don't know how many chapters this story is going to be so I'll just judge how many chapters to do based on how many ideas I can come up with and how popular the story gets. I base popularity on how many different good reviews I get so if you like the story please don't be afraid to say so. Other than that this story will not be for the faint of heart so now that you've been warned please enjoy if dark stories are your thing!

A Killer's Desire

Chapter 1: Starting Anew

"That will teach you to think you're hot enough to hit on me!" Arthur panted as he stood over the body of a mangled young woman in a dark trash littered alley. Arthur held a long serrated steak knife that was completely soaked from end to end with nearly black looking sticky blood. A couple of blood spots dotted Arthur's face while his torso was drenched to the point of dripping more blood wherever he walked.

"You fool! What have you done?!" exclaimed Francis as he exited through a side door and came upon the messy scene. "What part of laying low did you not comprehend?!" he demanded as he grabbed Arthur his shirt collar and lifted him up until he had to stand on his tip toes.

"This one couldn't be helped! That slut has been undressing me with her eyes for the past hour and then she had the nerve to order me a drink! Then I tried to be polite and tell her I wasn't interested and after she heard two words of my accent she got all hot and bothered and then she wouldn't take no for an answer so I felt it was very unfair that she be the only one getting aroused so I leveled the playing field. Besides this is really all your fault for being gone so long" Arthur explained heatedly.

"My fault?! It's your fault for having no self control! Anyway I couldn't find any hotels that were in our price range and was relatively clean and had vacancies. Not that you can go anywhere looking like this" Francis replied as he released Arthur and gestured to his appearance. Francis heaved an exasperated sigh before shrugging out of his coat and handing it to Arthur. "Here wrap up in this and let's get out of here"

Arthur pocketed his bloody steak knife and then pulled the coat tightly around himself; due to their height difference the coat covered Arthur's neck to just past his knees. As Francis hurried toward the entrance to the alley Arthur gave a last longing glance at his handiwork.

"Hurry up! I'd prefer to not get caught up in something I had no hand in!" Francis hissed impatiently. Arthur sighed before catching up with him. "At this hour there shouldn't be too many people out and the streets were clear when I came looking for you"

"So are we going to find a hostel to go crash at for a few hours then?" inquired Arthur as he rounded the corner on Francis's heels.

"Ow!" cried out a blonde man with glasses as he stumbled backward.

"Oh!" Francis heaved in surprise as he realized he had run right into someone. "My apologies! Are you alright?"

"Yeah" the boy replied as he recovered. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"Just looking for a place to rest. My friend here isn't feeling too well and we're exhausted from traveling the past few days" explained Francis. Arthur quickly turned away and hunched over while leaning against the wall looking like he was going to vomit. Once the boy turned his attention back to Francis, Arthur tried to discreetly wipe his face with his coat sleeve.

"Well it's like 4:00 in the morning so you might have some trouble finding a place that will let you in at this hour. How sick is your friend?"

"He just had a little too much to drink, he just needs to sleep it off and he'll be good as new!"

'Stop being nosy and leave!' Arthur silently demanded.

"Well how long were you two planning to stay in New York?" the boy continued.

"For as long as we can. We're looking for jobs right now and as soon as we grow tired of this city we'll move on to the next one. Now we really must get going" Arthur interrupted as he pushed passed Francis and the stranger.

"Wait! You two could crash at my place for a while!" the boy blurted out before Arthur could get ten steps away from him.

"Excuse me?" Arthur asked he turned around.

"That is if you want to…my parents died a few months ago and I don't have any other family so I have a house with some spare rooms" the boy said suddenly becoming nervous.

"That's very kind of you. Do you always let random people stay at your house?" Francis asked.

"No, you two would be the first. I guess I do get a little lonely sometimes and wouldn't mind the company but it's also going to get deathly cold around here soon and it bothers me when I see people that could use some help and people just ignore them"

"Are you sure there's no catch attached to your invitation?" Arthur asked skeptically.

"Um I guess I would kind of expect you to keep the house clean and help with bills when you get back on your feet" the boy replied as he shyly stared at his feet.

"Well if that's all we'd be love to take you up on your offer!" Francis exclaimed. As the boy's face brightened Francis quickly clocked eyes with Arthur who nodded in agreement.

"Great! I'm Alfred Jones by the way" the boy said as he started to walk past Francis.

"My name is Arthur Kirkland and my associate is Francis Bonnefoy. Tell me Alfred, what's kept you out at this hour?" said Arthur as he walked beside Alfred.

"I was at a club with some friends and I was having so much fun that I lost track of time. My place is a bit of a walk do you feel well enough to walk or to you want me to try and hail a cab?"

"Walking will be fine. If he passes out I'll just carry him" answered Francis as he caught up and walked on the other side of Alfred.

"Ok then" Alfred replied as he shot Arthur a concerned look. Arthur gave him a reassuring smile before walking slightly ahead.

'Naïve git! You've just invited wolves into your den and as soon as your usefulness runs out I'll turn your corpse into my plaything before leaving pieces of it all over the city!' a devious smirk twitched across Arthur's face.

Soon enough they arrived in a small, quiet suburb and Alfred indicated which house was his.

"My house is pretty well stocked so help yourselves to anything in the kitchen" said Alfred as he fumbled to unlock the front door. Washing machine is in the basement and you can ask me about anything else. As soon as they were through the door they were in a cozy living room. "If you go that way you'll find the kitchen and this way leads to the bedrooms" Alfred said as he led them through the living room and then down a long hallway. "The back room is mine but you two can have any of the other rooms"

On the right side of the hall was one room and the bathroom. On the left there were two more bedrooms. Arthur claimed the room next to the bathroom and Francis took the room directly across from Arthur. "So if you two are good now I'm going to go get some sleep" stated Alfred as he disappeared into the back bedroom. After a few minutes Francis joined Arthur in his room.

"We can grab our stuff the next time he goes out" said Francis as he took a seat on Arthur's bed.

"I'm just astounded at his complete lack of instincts! Who in their right mind invites two strangers to come live with them!? Especially if they live alone. I must admit I've been thinking of all the awful things I could do to him when we're ready to move on" replied Arthur.

"I agree he's much too trusting but he did help us out so don't so anything cruel to him. You know that between the two of us we can count the people who have been good to us on a single hand"

"Very well I'll put those thoughts on the back burner for now but you wait, he'll turn out to be just as rotten as pretty much everyone else we've ever met and when he does I won't let you help me carve him up"

"Well you should do something about your clothes before he sees you and gets suspicious"

"I guess I'll go take a shower and hide the clothes under the bed until you go out for our stuff tomorrow. If he comes looking for me I'll just say I'm still sick"

"So you're going to sleep naked?" a sly grin crossed Francis's face.

"Don't get any ideas. If I catch you in here before you have my change of clothes you won't like the consequences to your actions" Arthur warned as Francis retreated to his own room. Arthur took a deep breath and let it out before heading into the bathroom. He double checked that he locked the door before turning the shower on and carefully taking off his clothes as to not get any potentially still wet blood on anything.

"Arthur?" Alfred called as he knocked on the door.

"What do you want?!" Arthur called back surprised.

"I just wanted to let you know I left a set of clothes out on your bed and I put some medicine on the dresser. Feel better!"

Arthur heard his footsteps scurry away before he could utter a response. Arthur shook his head before stepping into the shower.

'Stupid boy…you really shouldn't be so attentive' he thought as the hot water cleansed him of the day's events. As Arthur reentered his room he quickly threw his soiled clothes under the bed and checked the few hiding places for Francis. On his bed lay a pair of jeans, a long sleeved t-shirt and socks. Right next to that set of clothing were sweat pants and a tank top. 'I guess he really can be thoughtful' he decided as he slipped into the comfortable offered pajamas.

The next morning Arthur awoke to a familiar aroma filling the house. He made his way to the kitchen to find Francis preparing a variety of breakfast foods.

"Good morning! I see you found the latest hospitality our host has provided us" Francis greeted as he eyes the pajamas and gestured to his own unfamiliar day clothes.

"What are you doing?" Arthur replied grumpily.

"Making a gourmet breakfast to thank our host for taking us in. You should find a way to show him you're grateful too" replied Francis as Arthur lazily took a seat at the table and waited to be served.

"Oh man that smells heavenly!" Alfred announced as he came into the kitchen. "What's on the menu?"

"Anything you could want,

I prepared muffins, bacon, pancakes, toast-" Francis began to list before Alfred cut him off.

"That all sounds good to me! I'll try at least a bite of everything! Are you feeling any better today Arthur" inquired Alfred as he pulled orange juice out of the refrigerator and started making some coffee.

"I am thank you but why did you get back up after you had already gone to bed and especially after wearing yourself out clubbing?" replied Arthur.

"When I'm trying to fall asleep my mind remembers everything I forgot to do during the day and if it's important I can't sleep until I take care of it" explained Alfred as he joined Arthur at the table. "So I'm not trying to pry or anything but could you guys tell me a little more about yourselves?"

"Well I'm originally from Paris and Arthur's from London. We've traveled through most of Europe and first met in Scotland many years ago" started Francis as he served breakfast and took a seat himself.

"We don't really have any family or friends and I'm not very sociable so after I was able to get along with Francis I just ended up sticking with him" finished Arthur.

"That's awesome! I've been to a couple of other cities but Europe must be breath taking!" exclaimed Alfred.

"It is beautiful but New York is just as charming as any other well known city" replied Francis.

"Well since it's Saturday I usually do my laundry, go to the gym and do my grocery shopping for the week. After that wonderful meal I'm going to go work out so if you want to add anything to my grocery list it's stuck to the freezer door" said Alfred as he stood up and stretched.

"We'll do that! This morning I plan on picking up our belongings and then continuing the job search" replied Francis. Alfred nodded in agreement before leaving presumably to change and grab some gym equipment.

"So what kind of jobs will we be doing? This thick head is going to be expecting honest work" Arthur hissed once he was sure Alfred was out of earshot.

"Well I've already got a job lined up so you decide how to convince Alfred that you're making an honest wage somewhere" replied Francis. "I'm meeting our go between this afternoon so go get me your ruined clothes once Alfred goes out grocery shopping"

"Ok I'm off to the gym! Make yourselves at home!" Alfred called as he shut the front door behind him. The morning seemed to fly by with Alfred returning soon after he left only to go right back out to go grocery shopping.

"I'm going out now too so hold down the fort until we get back!" called Francis as he snatched one of Alfred's backpacks that was sitting by the front door and shoved Arthur's bloodied clothes into it.

"From what? This is probably one of the nicest neighborhoods in New York City" Arthur grumbled from the couch. Francis ignored his snarky remark and headed out for his meeting.

"Hoh sorry I'm late! Trying to get everything you asked for in such a short time frame was a lot of work!" panted a boy with auburn hair.

"But you secured what I asked for right?"

"Of course! The black suit case has your everyday needs like clothes and the red suitcase has an assortment of your special items. Then this little white bag has the stuff you ordered last night" replied the boy as he gestured to the two oversized suitcases on wheels and then a white bag the size of a large purse sitting on top of the suitcases.

"Thanks Feliciano! We'll be in touch and do be a dear and dispose of these" said Francis as he gave the boy Arthur's permanently stained clothes. He then handed Feliciano a wad of cash and started rolling the suitcases to a cab that was waiting for him.

'Oh my sweet Alfred! The fun I shall have with you tonight!' Francis thought excitedly as he looked through the white bag.

"I'm going to go see about a job so don't wait up for me!" Arthur huffed as he stormed out the front door passing a surprised Francis who was coming up the walkway.

"All I did was offer to take him shopping…you know for basic things like a tooth brush and some clothes for the week" said a bewildered Alfred as Francis came through the door.

"Oh…don't look so put out he's always been a bit temperamental and he's not used to people trying to be there for him" replied Francis as he wheeled the suitcases just inside the door. Alfred kept his eyes downcast and a look of disappointment shadowed his handsome features. "I know! Why don't I make us a snack and we watch a movie"

"That's cool but I can't let you do all the cooking so why don't I go fix something"

"No no! I insist! You go make yourself comfortable on the couch. I was hoping we would get some quality time together so I put a movie in your blu-ray player this morning so all you have to do is start it" said Francis as he discreetly grabbed the white bag and slipped into the kitchen. As soon as Francis heard the tv come on he rummaged through the bag and pulled out a bottle of pills. "Hello my little friends" he whispered gleefully. He quickly found a serving plate and placed some cheese, crackers, apple slices, red grapes, and strawberries on it. Then he scoured through the cupboards and pantry until he became frustrated. "Alfred where do you keep things like wine?"

"I can't buy alcohol! I'm only 19!" Alfred called from the living room.

'19! Oh my sweet Alfred! You must stop charming me or I might break you!' Francis thought excitedly as he pulled out a couple of cans of club soda. He dropped a few pills into one of the cans and carefully swished the liquid around before taking the snack to the living room.

"Here you go!" said Francis as he set the plate down and offered Alfred the spiked soda.

"Thanks! I'm a bit surprised by your movie choice though, no offense but I pegged you for the comedy type" replied Alfred as the sound of a chainsaw and a blood curdling scream echoed from the tv. As Alfred casually took a sip from the soda and munched on the snacks a mischievous grin spread across Francis' lips.

"You can't always judge people by their appearances. I'd love to know more about you, how did your parents die?" asked Francis.

"They were murdered" Alfred replied uncomfortably.

"Oh how?"

"I don't want to get into the details. It's too soon"

"Alfred are you ok? You look a little pale"

"I'm sorry I…I'm feeling a little dizzy for some reason" replied Alfred as he shifted uncomfortably.

"That's ok, here let me help you to your room" said Francis as he stood up and slung Alfred's arm over his shoulder.

'What's come over me?' Alfred wondered as his head throbbed and his feet stumbled as he shuffled down the hall. Francis carefully lied Alfred down on the king size bed. The cool pillows soothed the throbbing in Alfred's head and he let out a relieved sigh.

"Why do you have such a big bed? The other beds are only half this size" stated Francis as he sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Alfred's hair.

"This was my parents room. I haven't changed it much and I feel closer to them when I'm in here" Alfred sighed sleepily.

"Oh Alfred you have no idea how hard you're making me" Francis replied breathily as he stroked his growing erection through his jeans.

"What?" Alfred asked as he tried to sit up. Francis gently placed a hand on Alfred's chest and kept him pinned down but not before Alfred caught sight of where his other hand was stroking.

"When I find a young innocent boy I just get the overwhelming urge to make him mine! Am I correct in assuming you're a virgin? I'm asking about the front of course since from the look on your face I can tell you're definitely untouched in the back" Francis swiftly swung one leg over so that he was sitting on top of Alfred with a leg on each side him. Francis anxiously pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. Processing what was happening Alfred started to struggle but in one practiced motion Francis snatched both of his wrists and pinned his arms above his head. With his free hand he gently caressed the side of Alfred's face. Alfred groaned and turned his head away.

"Stop…I haven't done anything to deserve this" Alfred said weakly.

"Of course you haven't if you had I wouldn't be nearly as interested in you" Francis cooed as he slowly traced a finger around Alfred's exposed midline before in an agonizingly slow motion grabbed the top of his pants and underwear and began sliding them down. As soon as Francis lifted his hips to slide the garments off Alfred began to buck and squirm. Furiously Francis sank his hips back down and slapped Alfred hard enough across the face to make him cry out. "Bad boy! If you're going to misbehave I'm going to have to discipline you"

"Please just stop! Stop now and things can go back to the way they were…I'm willing to forget this ever happened" Alfred pleaded as tears pricked the corners of his eyes.

"My adorable Alfred you're not going to remember tonight anyway. I can't have Arthur getting jealous and pitching a fit over this nor have you running to your friends or the police. The bonus is I'll get to witness your reactions again and again each time I take you and you'll be just as frightened as this first time each time!" Francis replied enthusiastically. A look of fear crossed Alfred's face as Francis cupped his chin and brought his lips mere inches away from Alfred's "Since you rebelled against me before I even really touched you I want you to make it up to me by sucking my dick. Don't worry about doing a good job it'll take practice before you can really pleasure me so as long as you put in your best effort it will hurt less when I'm inside of you" Francis said before pressing his lips to Alfred's. Alfred pressed his lips together to keep out Francis' probing tongue. After a few minutes Francis ran his fingers lovingly through Alfred's hair before grabbing a fist full and pulling until Alfred gasped and then seized the opportunity to explore Alfred's mouth.

As soon as Francis broke the kiss he smiled happily at the few tears that were escaping down Alfred's cheeks. "You're just so cute" Francis said softly as he placed a knee on Alfred's stomach and ripped his t-shirt straight up the middle and then he tore at the short sleeves until the shirt was in shreds and Alfred lay completely naked beneath him. A few sobs escaped Alfred as he fearfully looked up at Francis. "Oh just relax. If you do it will be so much easier on you" he said as he slid out of his pants and wiped some of the tears away. Francis pulled Alfred onto his knees and then sat back and spread his legs so that Alfred had a clear view of his engorged throbbing member.

"Stop please just stop" Alfred began to outright cry as Francis pushed his head closer to his eager cock.

"Pretend it's a tasty lollipop and it'll be over quicker. If you fight me about it I'll have to get rough"

With only a moment's hesitation Alfred shoved his mouth over Francis's length. He immediately began to choke and tried to bob his head back up. "Easy now, not so fast take it slow" Francis coached. After two more bobs Alfred forced his head completely up.

"I can't…I can't" Alfred cried hysterically.

"Have it your way" Francis sighed as he grabbed Alfred by his hair and flipped him so that his face was half buried into a pillow and his backside was raised up invitingly. Francis got on his knees and positioned himself at Alfred's entrance. He kept one hand firmly on Alfred's lower back and the other on his hip. Alfred's breath hitched creating a quiet pause just before Francis guided his dick through Alfred's tight pucker and into his velvety heat.

"Oh Alfred you're so tight and you feel amazing" Francis praised as Alfred's muscles tightened around the intrusion. "I can already tell I'm going to have to have you often!" he decided as he pulled himself nearly all the way out before roughly slamming himself in as deep as he could go. Alfred cried out and gritted his teeth before biting into the pillow in an attempt to muffle his cries. As deep red blood coated Francis's dick and trickled down Alfred's leg with each thrust Francis picked up his pace until the coil in his stomach released itself as Francis buried himself into a final time. After riding out his orgasm Francis pulled out of Alfred and then placed a loving kiss on Alfred's cheek. "Good night Alfred" he whispered as Alfred continued to sob and cry uncontrollably.

"Grrr…now what would be a place that that idiot would be proud of me to work at?" Arthur growled as he walked the streets and looked at the bustling businesses.