Title: To Finish You Off
Pairing: Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Rating: M
Genre: Smut, Horror

Warnings: Sex, Swearing, Gore, Murder

Summary: Chanyeol shouldn't have watched porn. He shouldn't have followed Baekhyun.

*

After one week of being house guarded, finally, his parents were now away for a business trip in China.

So, that only meant one thing: A sexual moment for Chanyeol and Chanyeol Jr.

Chanyeol was now heatedly watching the porn video Jongin downloaded for him on his desktop computer. Actually, this was his and Jongin's dirty little secret from their gang, that the two of them are secretly watching gay pornography. He swore to god Sehun would judge him hard if that kid found out he's into dicks rather than pussies. Whatever, they just can't appreciate how fucking great jacking off to Baekhyun's ass felt like.

"Fuck," he cursed out loud, stroking his hard cock with his hand in time when the top fucked the bottom's shapey ass, thinking he was the one banging Baekhyun hard. Looking straight to the camera as if he knew Chanyeol was watching him, the twink pornstar smirked, and moaned louder as the top whose face was hidden fucked his ass on the video.

"Fuck, mngh, you're so hot! Damn, Baekhyun, spread your legs wider! Fuck!" Chanyeol smeared his dripping slit as he imagined Baekhyun taking him by his obscene mouth. "Fucking shit, Baekhyun, yeah, ugh! That's right, show me what you've got," he groaned when Baekhyun hooked his arms under his smooth legs, showing the horny viewers how stretched his asshole was as the top's come dribbled into the bedsheets.

Watching closely and anticipating, Chanyeol licked his lips when the pornstar dipped his fingers into his own hole, pumping the sticky come inside only to plunge it back out to taste it on his mouth. "F-fuck," Chanyeol hissed, feeling his abdomen coil into excitement when Baekhyun turned to his back, thrusting his own digits into his tight ring. Chanyeol was nearing the edge, staring at Baekhyun's cute cock curling into his stomach as he fingered himself. Shit. He was fucking obscene yet beautiful like that, he was so fucking sexy, and hot--

"Come, come for me baby," Baekhyun said on the video, biting his lower lip just as Chanyeol thrust his cock into his own fist.

"B-baekhyun, come undone into the sheets."

Baekhyun came.

The lights turned out.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID JUST--!!!?"

Muttering profanities as he saw black on his computer screen, Chanyeol slapped his forehead and kicked his feet under the table. Fuck. He was so close, he was about to witness how Baekhyun would come beautifully undone, and the fucking electricity just fucking went off. Great.

"What do we do know, buddy," Chanyeol told his swollen cock, and even in the dark he could see its shiny head. He groaned under his breath and closed his eyes, once again picturing Baekhyun's wide mouth in his mind. Baekhyun would grab his leaking dick and put it in between his pink thin lips as he looked at Chanyeol with his innocent eyes. Oh. Shit. Chanyeol was fucking hard again.

Closing his eyes shut, Chanyeol imagined Baekhyun kneeling in front of him, staring down at his standing erection waiting for attention. The pornstar would lick his lips, and blow warm air at the tip of Chanyeol's rigid length.

"Yes, baby, jerk me harder," Chanyeol said, panting hoarsely when he felt two slender hands circling around his cock, pumping him up and down. Warmth followed with slick saliva, together with squelching bobbing noises inside Chanyeol's room. The teenager gasped. Wow, that felt so fucking good. "Yes, Baekhyun, more, more, take me deeper." He placed his both hands on the arm rest of his swivel chair, canting his hips upward into that scorching mouth as he moaned in pleasure. "Fuck!"

A cold hand tugged his arm, guiding it into a soft fluffy hair, so Chanyeol complied, threading his thick fingers through those smooth strands as he fucked that mouth sucking him off. "God, Baekhyun, you feel so real!" Cracking his eyes open, Chanyeol saw nothing but pitch black enveloping the room.

He paused.

"Wait. Fuck."

His eyes widened, shoving away the crouched figure on his lap.

"FUCK!!!"

Heart speeding up inside his chest, Chanyeol squinted his eyes through the dark, and he could blindly see someone kneeling on the floor. His hand shook, gulping dryly. Fuck, who the fuck was blowing him just now!?

"W-w-w-who are you!?"

"Come here so you'd know."

Dumbly, Chanyeol went back and stretched his arm in the air, attempting to touch the dark figure on his knees. Fuck, what if it were a ghost or something!?

"Chanyeol, how can I finish you off if you're shying away from me?"

"Who are you!?"

"You always hear me moan, and scream my name, and now you're telling me you don't know me?" the sweet voice asked. "I am offended."

Chanyeol's eyes enlarged. "B-baekhyun!?"

Baekhyun chuckled. "Yes, baby?"

"Fuck! Is this for real!?" Chanyeol muttered in disbelief. "How the fuck did you get here!? Did you come out from my computer or something!?"

"I didn't. That's ridiculous.."

He had a point. "Wait, just. How, w-why are you here at my house?"

"To finish you off, of course.."

Chanyeol clears his throat, blushing. "Wow, really, uhm okay. Did Jongin send you my fan letters? I actually have a big crush on you."

Baekhyun laughed. "Figures."

"Were you the one who turned off the breaker?" Chanyeol asked, still squinting at Baekhyun in front of him. God, how he wished he could see him right now in person. "To surprise me?"

"Something like that," Baekhyun said, shuffling on his feet as he walked towards the teenager. He placed his arms on top of Chanyeol's lap, palming the taller's cock sprouting outside his unzipped pants. "Can I blow you know?"

This is his fucking dream, since he was like, thirteen, to have Baekhyun's amazing mouth around his cock. "Fuck. Yeah."

"Close your eyes baby. And don't open them unless I say so, alright?"

"Why? I want to see you, though."

Baekhyun cluck his tongue. "I doubt it."

And Baekhyun swallowed him whole, expertly deepthroating him. Chanyeol bit his bottom lip, burying his hands into the pornstar's red hair as he grunts sensually. "Yes! Fuck!" He can feel Baekhyun's hot sticky saliva, too sticky for his liking.

"Ugh--" Chanyeol felt sharp nails digging into his flesh, but he ignored it, focusing instead on Baekhyun's skillful tongue flicking the vein on the underside of his dick. "Shit, Baekhyun, you're fucking amazing at this."

Feeling him sucking harder on his cock, Chanyeol accidentally opened his eyes due to great sensation, and he was almost blinded by the bright lights of his room. So the lights went back now. Great, he can now see Baekhyun--

He looked down at his lap.

"I told you not to open your eyes."

He saw a decaying corpse holding his cock with it's bloody hand. Chanyeol held his breath, staring at Baekhyun's once unblemished face now ugly burnt and full of wounds and persistent worms, as well as to his black eye sockets pouring out continuous blood. "FUCK!!!!"

Chanyeol rose in terror, shaking, at Baekhyun's outstretching trembling fingers, his nails were red just like how his shedding hair was. Stepping back as the hairs on the back of his neck stood, he fearfully watched how Baekhyun crawled creepily on the floor while his pivoting head rotated 360 degrees.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" Chanyeol screamed, running outside his room only to hear a terrifying laughter. He turned his head back, seeing Baekhyun now walking stark naked, his abdomen and chest full of knife stabs and stitches. Chanyeol's breath hitched. "No!"

"We're not yet done, Chanyeol. Come here," Baekhyun said, stumbling with his right foot as he sluggishly dragged it on the floor, leaving traces of blood on the carpet. "I'll make you feel good, baby." His bony hand sagged, so he held it in place, but to no avail. It was then cut off, dropping and rolling down the stairs a foot away from where the teenager was frozen. Chanyeol screamed in combined mortification and fear.

"G-GO AWAY!" Chanyeol yelled, running outside the house in the middle of the night.

He didn't notice a ten-wheeler truck was coming.

Honk! Honk!

Chanyeol froze.

And all went pitch black.

*

"Dude, are you alright?"

A blurry face came in to Chanyeol's view just as soon as he opened his eyes. "Where am I?"

"At my house. You were sleeping on my doorstep so I brought you in."

A burnt face flashed in his mind, eyeballs popping out of their eye sockets.

"Fuck! Jongin," Chanyeol murmured, getting up on the bed as he massaged his temples. "I dreamt of Baekhyun last night. He went to my house and he sucked me off."

Jongin didn't laugh like he usually does.

"But he was completely different. He was like, a fucking rotting corpse, I swear to god. He was just plain creepy, and he had wounds all over his body," Chanyeol said. "He really scared the shit out of me. Now I don't know if I'd still subscribe to his pornsite."

"You won't anymore," Jongin said, voice low. "You can't."

Chanyeol furrowed his eyebrows. "Why?"

"Dude," Jongin sighed. "Baekhyun's dead."

"What?"

"He was killed last night in his condo unit by a crazy fan." Chanyeol's mouth gaped. "According to the news online, after they fucked, the murderer stabbed him repeatedly on the chest and abdomen until he died due to blood loss. His body isn't found yet.."

"God... I-I..." Chanyeol stuttered. "Baekhyun is gone." He buried his face into his palms. "I'm... I can't accept this.. Baekhyun's dead...."

"Chanyeol, I know you like him so much and it hurts, so it's better if you don't watch his videos for the meantime," Jongin patted his back affectionately. "You should rest."

"I think I should, thanks," Chanyeol muttered, standing up. "I should go back to my house. My parents are coming back tonight."

"All right. Just call me if you need a shoulder to lean on."

"Thanks."

Devastated, Chanyeol padded inside his house after he flicked on the light switch of the living room. He fumbled with the locks of the door hastily and closed the curtains, shuddering. His eyes wandered around the room uneasily, clenching and unclenching his sweaty palms.

"They shouldn't see you here."

Chanyeol looked up to the ceiling, and smiled widely. A lifeless nude body was hanging there by its neck with a tight rope as blood trickled one by one into the tiled floor. The cadaver's pale body was perforated, leaving its skin nothing but holes and cuts.

The article on the Internet was wrong, because Baekhyun wasn't killed inside his condo unit.

He was murdered inside Chanyeol's house.

By Chanyeol himself.

The crazy fan part was true.

Chanyeol had followed Baekhyun when the pornstar had gotten off from work. He had introduced himself as his number one fan, and invited him into his house for a nice chat and fuck. Baekhyun had agreed, easily taking a liking to his fan who had offered him a sweet smile and a drive. When they had reached Chanyeol's house considering it empty with the absence of his parents, Chanyeol had fucked him roughly, at the same time, stabbed his body mercilessly with a kitchen knife as he thrust into him. Baekhyun had begged him to stop, but Chanyeol was blinded by his lust, getting harder even more as he banged Baekhyun's ass with blood oozing out of his mouth, nose, and asshole.

Baekhyun was dead before he could even come.

"Beautiful," Chanyeol said, smiling, and admiring Baekhyun's naked body suspended in the air. He went over between the pornstar's legs and held his pale cock. He stroked it slowly, thumbing the wounded slit so that the dried come and blood would be mixed together. "Why aren't you getting hard?"

Furrowing his eyebrows, Chanyeol darted his sinful tongue out to taste the corpse's dick, and took it greedily inside his mouth. He hummed in contentment, sucking Baekhyun's tangy cock off. "Mmm.."

Gaining no response, Chanyeol got Baekhyun's limp hand hanging on the side and guided it on his hair as he still blew him. "There. Pull my hair, Baekhyun. Pull it." He inserted two fingers inside Baekhyun's cold asshole, stretching and scissoring him as he pumped his digits in and out. His come helped for his fingers to slide easily. "Baby, why are you still so tight after being fucked by countless men?"

Chanyeol bobbed his head, giving the corpse the blowjob of his life-- death rather, for his case. "I want to hear you scream my name. Only my name, Baekhyun."

A tug.

"Mnngh, pull harder--"

A strangled noise.

"Baekhyun... Fuck..."

The grip on his hair was getting tighter.

"What--"

Chanyeol looked up. Baekhyun was blankly staring at him with his dull black eyes, red liquid trickling at the side of his cracked lips. Chanyeol gasped.

"You shouldn't have followed me." A hand strangled Chanyeol's neck, gripping hard and taking away his life. Chanyeol sucked air sharply, his eyeballs enlarged as the hand grew tighter, squeezing the veins out of his throat. His vision doubled and blurred, seeing Baekhyun's head lolling down on his own neck.

"Such a shame you were a good fuck."

Chanyeol was dead before he could even scream for help.

*

END

(A/N: Happy Halloween. Don't look at the ceiling before you sleep.)