Robert stumbled out of bed, holding his head in his hands. His entire body throbbed with pain and the ache of a hangover.
Fighting the urge to be sick, he tried to remember what had happened the previous night. He could recall Simon stumbling in much like he was now, only he was reeking of strange cologne…with a fresh stab of pain, Robert realized how badly he had whipped Simon.
“Simon…” he called out weakly, one hand on his head, the other out in front to keep him steady. He rested it on the doorknob for a moment, then pushed outward and walked into the living room. “Simon?”
Simon was on the fold-out couch, nibbling on the tip of his finger, a dark grin spreading rapidly across his pretty face.
“S-Simon, I'm sorry for wh-what I did to you last n-night...”
Simon coiled under the throw-blanket like a snake. “Mmm, you were so bad…”
“I’m sorry…” Robert stumbled and clutched at the doorframe for support.
Simon slunk over to him, still naked, wounds raw and oozing. He slid his arms around Robert’s neck. “You owe me so much, Robin…”
“Simon…I…please…”
Simon licked Robert’s ear slowly, and then bit sharply on the tip, drawing blood.
Robert yelped in pain. “Ow!”
Simon sucked a bit on the blood, getting a mouthful, before pulling back and spitting it in Robert’s face. “Bastard.”
“S-Simon…” he flinched.
“You made me bleed last night…” Simon purred, licking up the blood on Robert’s cheek. “It’s my turn…you owe me, Robert…remember, you brought this on yourself…” he shoved Robert onto the couch and picked up last night’s discarded belt.
Robert shakily lifted his arms, his head spinning and buzzing most unpleasantly. “N-no…don’t hurt me…please…”
Simon licked the belt buckle slowly, getting Robert’s blood on it. “My turn, Robin. You’re going to scream for me…”
“Please…Simon…stop…”
Cracking the belt in the air, Simon pulled Robert up and snapped it tightly round the older man’s neck. “Beg me, Fat Bob.”
At this, Robert frowned and shook his head. “Hey, don’t call me – “ his last words were choked off by Simon tightening the belt. He scrabbled at his throat, unable to breathe.
Simon smirked nastily. “Fat Ugly Bob.” he shoved Robert down on the couch and began to whip him with the belt. “Can't even sing! Yowls like an alley cat! Wobbly Bob! So full of hot air he bobs on the water! Bloated like an old tire! Scream for me!”
Robert sobbed and screamed in pain, trying to scramble away. Simon followed him with the whip, kicking the older man’s arms and legs out from under him. “NO! BAD ROBERT! Filthy, fat boy who never washes his hair and paints his face like a goddamned whore!” his voice rose to a shriek. “BAD ROBIN! BAD ROBIN!”
The singer was curled up in the corner by now, sobbing with pain and fright. Simon yanked him up by his chin. “Look at me, you little slut. Yeah, you're a slut.” he fumbled with a stray tube of lipstick and smeared it across Robert’s lips. “Look at yourself! You are disgusting! You are foul! You can't sing! You can barely play guitar! YOU ARE WORTHLESS!” He picked Robert up and threw him into the hall mirror, shattering it into pieces. The older man yelled in pain and crawled away slowly.
Simon cracked the belt and, grinning, yanked Robert back by the scruff of his neck. “You’re not getting away, you filthy little whore.” he dragged the man into the bedroom, throwing him onto the blankets and started lashing his back. “I want you to suffer. Bleed for me!”
Robert gasped and howled in agony. Simon, breathless, coiled the belt around Robert’s neck and pulled sharply. “Ooh yes. You bleed so nicely…so pretty…finally, FINALLY, you are worth something.” he lifted Robert’s hips and thrust cruelly into his body.
The older man screamed from his belly, choked off by the belt, and passed out. Simon trailed the belt over Robert’s back, making sure it was drenched in blood before rolling him over. “Wakey-wakey, slut…”
Robert blearily woke up, entire back ripped open and bleeding onto the sheets. “Ugh..wh-what…?”
Simon licked the belt slowly. “This is your blood. This is your blood, spilled for me. Drink, you whore, and remember.” He shoved the belt, inch by inch, down Robert’s throat. The older man began to choke.
“Go on. Take it.” Simon said excitedly, bringing his free hand to his own arousal, starting to jerk off again. Robert coughed weakly and whimpered, trying desperately to not gag on the belt in his throat.
Finally and with a loud moan, Simon came all over Robert’s face, panting softly with pleasure. Robert turned his head away, eyes closed, sobbing. Simon slowly took the belt out, tossing it on the floor.
“There.” he smiled gently, tenderly. “Now…you’re perfect. What a pretty little whore…” he bent down to slowly lick the stickiness off of Robert’s face. “The only thing of value on you…” he chuckled and gave him a slow, heated kiss.
Robert whimpered, eyes still closed. Simon picked up a bit of blood from the blankets and smeared it all over Robert’s face. “No, my mistake. Still worthless.” he spat on the older man’s cheek, dropping the belt on the floor as he got dressed.
Robert lay in bed, shaking, curled up on his side and biting the pillow to stop his sobs. He wondered vaguely whether or not he should go to the hospital. Simon licked his fingertips and pulled the door shut behind him, and began to walk up the street.