I thought that I've been hurt before

Alfred stared at the blood splattered wall in plain disbelief. He couldn't have killed him.

But no one's ever left me quite this sore

Oliver giggled, licking the the blood, Arthur's blood, off the knife. Alfred remained paralyzed with shock.

Your words cut deeper than a knife

Oliver crept towards Alfred, then traced his cheek with the knife, creating a long, shallow cut, as he whispered raspily in his ear: "He's dead. And guess who's fault is that, hero?"

Now I need someone to breath me back to life

Anytime Alfred was in a situation such as this, it was Arthur who helped him. That could never happen again.

Got a feeling that I'm going under

Oliver stood in front of Alfred, grinning. Alfred looked into his unnaturally bright green eyes. They reminded him so much of Arthur. If he ignored the maniacal grin, blood, and bright colors, Oliver was basically Arthur.

But I know that I'll make it out alive

It was probably a sick way to think, but in this traumatic moment, Alfred couldn't care less.

If I keep calling you my lover, move on

Almost as if reading his thoughts, Oliver knelt to Alfred's level with a smirk. "Ooh, do I remind you of Arthur? Isn't it fascinating how the mind reacts?"

You watched me bleed until I can't breath

Oliver laughed and stabbed his knife into Alfred's collarbone, both joints. He frowned momentarily, sticking the knife further in and twisting. Alfred screamed all the air out of his lungs.

Shaking, falling onto my knees

Alfred panted as Oliver moved away once more, examining his work. Alfred stubbornly tried to stand, his legs shaking as he fell back down to his knees.

And now that I'm without your kisses

Oliver pecked him on the lips, the kiss tasting like blood. "That one was from Arthur." He teased, and left Alfred dumbfounded.

I'll be needing stitches

Alfred's mind was numb. He couldn't put two and two together. A Stockholm Syndrome seemed to take control of him.

Tripping over myself

It was a day later that Alfred shakily stood to his feet and stumbled to the locked door.

Aching, begging you to come out

Alfred banged on the door out of instinct, and Oliver opened it, walking into the room and shutting the door. He slammed Alfred onto a wall, smashing their lips into each other's as he dug his knife into Alfred's ribcage.

And now that I'm without your kisses

Oliver moved the cold knife upwards, cutting skin as he did, towards yesterday's wounds.

I'll be needing stitches

He poked them each once, a silent promise that they would be reopened soon enough.

Just like a moth drawn to a flame

Arthur opened his eyes, gasping. He saw nothing but black. He was dimly aware of the deep gash on his chest as he looked around. Further away somewhere, a green flame sparked, seemingly drawing him towards it.

Oh, you led me in, I couldn't sense the pain

Arthur blindly made his way to it, not caring about the immense pain every move brought. He reached his hand out towards the emerald flame and it engulfed it.

Your bitter heart's cold to the touch

Arthur's mouth opened slightly in surprise as the heat from it finally got it to him, the cold of his body not coping well with it.

And now I'm going to reap what I saw

Arthur moved his hand away, a green hue still surrounding it.

I'm left seeing red on my bone

The hue disappeared and his hand was covered in scarlet, odd for a burn. It seeped away till he saw the white of the bone.

Got a feeling that I'm going under

Arthur's eyes widened as he seemed to come back to his senses and the pain was almost overwhelming.

But I know that I'll make it out alive

I've been through worse, was the thought that he made sure to keep going through his mind.

If I keep calling you my lover, move on

Emotional pain came next though as the image of Alfred's horrified expression flashed through his mind.

You watched me bleed until I can't breath

The amount of blood he was losing was inhuman, but he was probably already dead.

Shaking, falling onto my knees

Arthur fell to his knees as his eye color brightened to a color matching that of the green flame, that of Oliver's.

And now that I'm without your kisses

Arthur smiled bitterly. Any emotion built up inside of him was seeping out with his blood that was going black.

I'll be needing stitches

His now black blood blended in with the seemingly endless void. The wounds wouldn't stop bleeding.

Tripping over myself

Arthur tried standing up again, stumbling but catching himself. His hands were trembling, the pent up emotionally fueled magic inside him begging to be used.

Aching, begging you to come out

Green sparks began lighting up from his hands, growing to flames, bright as his eyes.

And now that I'm without your kisses

His mind went blank, any thoughts of Alfred drawn out. Arthur laughed mirthlessly. He lost everything, yet he was still able to use his magic that he kept hidden away for so long.

I'll be needing stitches

The flames now erupting from his hands now surrounded him whole. Perhaps Arthur would lose himself in this, have this madness as his stitches.

Needle in the bed

Got getcha out of my head

Needle in the bed

Gonna wind up dead

Alfred banged his head against the wall. He just couldn't forget Arthur, and Oliver wasn't helping with his British accent and looking identical to Arthur.

Needle in the bed

Got getcha out of my head

Needle in the bed

Gonna wind up dead

Memories of Alfred came in a rush to Arthur, and the flames only seemed to heighten. The man wouldn't get out of his head.

Needle in the bed

Got getcha out of my head

Needle in the bed

Gonna wind up dead

Although they didn't know it, both Arthur and Alfred were suffering tremendously with the thought of the other constantly on their mind.

Needle in the bed

Got getcha out of my head

Getcha out of my head

Oliver did know, and was pleased beyond measure. He laughed and giggled as he saw the amount of torture this brought both of them.

Got a feeling that I'm going under

Love.

But I know that I'll make it out alive

Brings.

If I keep calling you my lover, move on

Loss.

You watched me bleed until I can't breath

Brings.

Shaking, falling onto my knees

Heartache.

And now that I'm without your kisses

Brings.

I'll be needing stitches

Pain.

Tripping over myself

Brings.

Aching, begging you to come out

Sadness.

And now that I'm without your kisses

Brings.

I'll be needing stitches

Depression.

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Brings.

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

DEATH.

WOW

This is SO old.

But hey, it ain't too bad. The lyrics may be inaccurate though, they're tweaked to fit the story better.

I really don't know what this is, just a songfic I remember writing in the car out of sheer boredom that makes more or less no sense, but ah well.