Gerard squeezes his eyes shut, exhaling deep and inhaling not long after. Billie's fingers are tracing Gerard's chest, a scalpel in one hand, cleaned and sanitized as they lay there in the semi-full bathtub.

"Color?"

"Green, Sir," Gerard replies clearly, vision still dancing black and hands clasped above his head.

Billie hums as he dances his fingers over Gerard's upper arms, then pulls away and grabs the syringe full of dark red liquid from the rim.

"I wanna cover you in it," Billie mumbles, "Okay?"

Gerard exhales shakily, "Please."

The other chuckles slightly, pressing his hand around Gerard's neck and squeezing slightly as he presses the syringe to Gerard's chest and pushes the plunge.

Gerard moans, bucking his hips up against Billies and shifting through the water as it trails down his chest, dark and red and kind of sticky. Billie makes his fist just loose enough to let Gerard see how his blood runs through the crevices of his chest.

"So pretty," Billie mumbles with a small smirk as he pulls it up and covers Gerard's face, "Aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir," Gerard chokes.

"You wanna use the knife now?"

"Yes, please."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir."