Into the mind of a Monster.

It was hard to picture a broken heart, when you weren\'t even sure if you had one. But the pumping organ inside of his chest felt shattered in the house of his rib cage, and every time his heart beat he felt like he was swallowing more broken glass.

`The heart is an angry fist wrapped in blood, ready to cause innumerable amounts of damage.`

Judas thought about all the metaphors poet\'s and writers had created over the years of having a broken heart, all of them were mass amounts of bull-shit. Every prose like regurgitated waste, spilling onto these pages and making everyone feel as if their love was less important than this--writers. He\'d never bought into the whole deal; sex was sex no matter who it was with. And sex was still sex if you weren\'t in love. Fucking was fucking no matter who the outlet was.

That\'s just how he saw it.

His head bowed suddenly, walking home with the figurative blood of another man\'s blood on his fingers..looking down at the long elegance of his fingers ravel and curl into fists. Even though the creature was dead; whatever his name had been, Judas still wanted to do more. Maybe pour gasoline on his rotting carcus, and throw a handfull of matches down.

The fullness of his lips curled into an evil sneer, slowing is pace in the freshly fallen snow; to tilt his head back as if praying to some nameless divinity. His adam\'s apple sliced through his milky skin, murmuring sweet nothings to the clouds which opened up and allow the snowflakes to tumble down.

Jaque had been the only man he had ever fallen in love with. Granted, they had never exchanged the three words between each other--but everytime he saw his gray eyes opening up, his heart swelled, and his dick was instantly hard. They had been together for over a year; and he hadn\'t been bored with their nighttime routine. That\'s how he\'d known it was love, the fact he was still insanely interested.

Twisting his face to the side, blue eyes reopening for the first time, shifting iconically to the side; and suddenly mezmorized with the light in a nearby shop\'s window. The weight of his blonde crown fell to the side, shivering like an orphan in the streets with his pale cheeks flushed from the weather. His lips formed a desperate smile, his pals pressing up against the glass of the bakery.

He wasn\'t salivating over the pastries, more like the boy who was working diligently behind the counter, taking orders with a painfully fake smile engulfing his face. Judas could read his name tag from here, Mikey. How childish it was to stick a \'y\' on at the end of the a-typical name, but despite that little disgusting feature--he knew instantly what he wanted. A nice, quick rebound fuck to take his mind off of what had just happened.

His tongue exited his mouth, creeping inside of the shop and not even pretending to be interested in the stock of sugar coated goodies. He had his boyish figure to look after, and he wasn\'t hungry--not for food, anyway. Fingers danced across the glass countertop, as gently as misting raindrops. Creeping toward the boy until the darkness of his vision, was interlocked with his own--freezing glacier blue.

\"Can I help you?\" Mikey noticed the young man creeping towards him like a predator; noting the smile if satisfaction clearly forming across his lips. It didn\'t take him aback, regardless of how intimidating the innocent looking figure had managed to become.

Judas was idly looking down at his nails decorated in chipping black, ignoring the tiny scars on his palms from the roses thorns, mimicking ignorance when the boy first spoke to him. Smiling idly, he finally returned notable speech. \"..No.\" He whispered in a breathless tone full of foreshadowing arousal. Making it quite known what his intentions were. You see, Judas had never had much trouble getting laid. The confidence that he exhuded was usually enough to lure them into his bed. Or the backroom of some disgusting donut shop. Meadering back towards the door, he quickly flipped the \'open\' sign dangling infront of the door to closed. \"Have you ever fucked someone whose name you didn\'t know?\" He turned back toward Mike-y, the arch of his brow raising in question.

Mikey was thrown by this man\'s frank nature, toying with the strings of his apron as he watched him move toward the door--saying nothing in regards to the flipping of the sign. Not even when the man began to round the counter, and nudge him toward the open door just behind him. \"I--uh--\" Clearing his throat, he paused in the doorway, knowing when they breeched the threshold there would be no turning back. \"No, I\'ve never done that..and I\'m not sure I want to start nn--\"

Judas silenced him with long fingers curling around the back of his neck, yanking him downward into a passionate kiss void of emotion; but potent with desire. His tongue forcing its-way into the crease of his lips was enough to silence all conversation, and nudge him further into the backroom--the bakery, as it turned out to be. Where all of the sweet smells were eminating. His knuckles bleached white as his grip on the boy increased, practically making him trip over his own feet; at the speed in which he was shoving him backwards.

He had no desire to see any other part of this stranger\'s body, just the removal of his pants to provide the release his body was after. Twisting his head to the side, Judas ravaged his mouth with languid strokes of his tongue, blindly yanking down the zippper of his pants through the cumbersome apron--and popping open the button with a single gesture of his thumb. He wasted no time in nudging the material down, exposing one world-class ass.

Scraping his hands down the small of his back, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh; squeezing him hard enough to cause a yelp of pain from Mikey--that was lost in the hollow cavern of his mouth. \"Shh.\" Judas whispered, pulling away from the kiss; but his mouth remaining close, whispering the command of silence across the swollen curves. \"Face the wall like a good boy.\" Judas crooned, his fingers uncurling, and gesturing to the wall with a tilt of his head.

Mikey reluctantly raised his hand off, wiping excess saliva from his lips with the back of his hand. His body was trembling with desire, shaking like a leaf in the wind as he crept towards the wall. Spreading his palms on the cold cement, pushing his pants down to expose the long length of his legs. Shuttering, he pressed his erection against the wall, along with his forehead; waiting for whatever assult was to come.

Judas wasn\'t interested in Mikey as a person, he was interested in getting off, plain and simple. Calmly he opened his pants, the fabric yawning open and parting like the red sea. Exposing his blasphemous tattoo, and the bridge of hair that teased downward beneath his naval. He was already prepared, he lubrication he\'d fished from his pocket was being emptied into a pair of fingers as he walked toward his newest distraction. Pressing himself completely against the boy from behind, the tip of his nose nudged into the nape of his neck. Instead of one, both fingers pushed past the difficult muscle; smiling cynically to himself. Had he found a virgin?

\"..Ah!\" Mikey screamed, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to quickly silence himself. He thought for a moment Judas had penetrated him, but then with the movement of the fingers inside of him, realized differently. Lashes collasped against his cheeks, relaxing despite himself.

\"That\'s a good boy.\" Judas whispered against the shell of his ear, rotating his wrist; and in turn, the fingers buried inside of his newl slick entrance. A third was permitted for stretching purposes, and he felt the kid tense around him; oddly pleased with himself for causing such a rigid reaction. Mike-y should have been pleased Judas was doing this precaution, usually--he didn\'t care enough to prepare his nameless fucks.

The pad\'s of his fingers lovingly stroked his insides, slowly wiggling out. Lubricated fingers dropped to his dick, trying to bring himself to a further aroused state. Donut-boy\'s disrobing had done nothing, the only thing that had was his little scream of pain; that had been a good starting point to a raging hard-on. Closing his eyes, he pictured Jaque\'s sweet lips wrapped around him, as he moved his hand in rapid succession down his length. Soon enough, his entire body was tingling with desire.

More lube was generously applied to the seeping head of his cock, uncaring that this boy was a complete stranger; since he neither cared to use a condom, or wanted to. Where was the fun in that?

Without warning Mikey, or further preparing him--he lead his cock between the ridge of his backside; nudging himself enough inside until he cold grab for the boney structure of his hips. Judas pulled that boy back onto his length, an unforgiving thrust that would lead to something unbearable.

Mikey screamed, a fist pounding against the wall when Judas thrusted inside; feeling his insides begin to spilt open and tear. \"No no no! Please--PLEASE STOP!\" He was screaming at the top\'s of his lungs, his knees beginning to give out--and threatening to collapse.

Judas moaned, not because of the friction his dick was enjoying, because the painful scream--and the begging was enough to throw him into a frenzy of ravenous lust. His grip tightened on Mikey\'s hips, not allowing his body to fall as it wanted, instead pounding him unmercilessly into the wall he was propped against. It was mechanical, it was robotic--it was natural for his hips to move this way.

It was as if his body was detached, his hips kept moving and bucking into this stranger; ripping and tearing. But his mind was somewhere else completely. His mind was imagining him and Jaque curled up in bed, stroking each other delicately. And making out like a pair of horny teenager\'s. Whispering sweet things to each other, Jaque telling him he would never leave--and Judas lapping it all up like a kitten would warm milk.

Jaque had stolen his heart away, Jaque was now the only thing his brain could process without disgust or ambivilence. He was madly in love with a man who didn\'t love him back. There was only one thing left to do.

Jaque had to die.

( TBC. )