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The Tape
The Tape
Author: Me and Mikey, though mostly Mikey
Pairing: Billy Martin/Dan Torelli, Billy/Tim Kelleher, Brendon Urie
Rating: NC-17
POV: (Yours)
Warnings: Rape, blood, physical abuse, strangulation, character death
Notes: Mostly inspired by the film ‘Vacancy,’ though some bits had the video game ‘Hotel Dusk’ in mind.

At first, you think it’s a welcome tape with some cheese ball sitting on a bed telling you to enjoy your stay in the run-down motel. It’s when the video rolls into white noise static and then into a different recording of two young males wandering around the room that you begin to think otherwise.
One boy is tall with a slender figure and short black hair. Tattoos of many colors adorn his arms, including five distinctive stars along the inside of his left forearm and a depiction of Jack Skellington with his pet dog, Zero from The Nightmare Before Christmas on the outside of his right. The other boy is slightly shorter, but less fragile-looking. He has medium-length dark hair, some stubble on his chin, and a ring through his left nostril. He also bares a tattoo of a ship on his right shoulder, and is wearing a black tank top to show off his muscular arms.

The pair wander around the room, examining their surroundings. The taller of the two sits on the edge of the bed, smiling at his companion, “It’s not much, but it’ll do,” and receives a grin in response, followed by the stronger male’s arms wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer and kissing him gently.

“At least I get that tight little body of yours all to myself...” He chuckles softly, pushing him back onto the bed, and the camera angle changes. Part of you wonders if you’re watching some kind of porn film, but the acting’s actually good and the camera work is steady, so it can‘t be.

“You could have had me in the car, Dan...” The thinner male groans softly, another small laugh passing the lips of the man above him.

“Yeah, I could have, but remember what happened the last time we tried that?” He chuckles at the memory, grinding his hips against the other male. He bends down, planting light kisses over his face, his fingers moving to undo his pants, “Besides, there’s more space here.”

The heavily tattooed male purrs softly at his actions, bucking his hips up beneath him, his eyes glinting in the dim-lit room, and he raises his arms above his head to allow ‘Dan’ to pull a pair of handcuffs from their luggage, and secure him to the bed’s railings before making his way down his body to rid him of his pants, leaving his lower half exposed to him, his arousal for Dan already showing.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Billy...” Dan speaks so softly that he can barely be heard on the tape without the volume being turned up. He leans down to run his tongue over the heated flesh before him before pulling back to take off each item of his own clothing, grinning down at his partner as the angle of the shot changes again to focus mainly on the male straddling ‘Billy.’ He pulls the slimmer man’s legs up, lifting them over his shoulders with a heavy exhale of breath, “God, I’ve wanted to be inside you all day.”

The male beneath him pulls him closer with his legs, grinning, “Then fuck me, big boy...” and lets out a low moan as Dan thrusts roughly inside him, his body obviously used to the feeling.

The angle returns to a side shot to show Dan’s hips moving steadily against Billy’s body, whines falling from his lips. “Fuck, you feel so good, always so fucking good.” Dan groans louder, already thrusting harder into the boy under him whose legs tighten around him, “Shit...” You guess he must be squeezing around him, and Billy grins, licking his lips as Dan’s head tips back in pleasure.

You start to get caught up in their moment, unable to tear your gaze away from Dan’s hips slapping desperately against Billy’s body. Your concentration is only broken when there is a loud thud on the door, and the couple freeze and fall completely silent.

Another bang.

“Dan...” Billy whimpers, “What was that?”

Dan pulls away from him, slowly pulling out of him, and the camera angle changes as he wraps a towel around his waist, walking over to the door, unlocking it and looking out, shouting “Hello?” When he receives no response, he closes and locks the door again and returns to Billy, “No one there...”

“Oh...” Billy smiles slightly, spreading his legs wide again, “Get back inside me, big boy.”

Dan smirks, hurrying back to him, dropping the towel, and climbs back onto the bed, quickly burying himself back inside his body, resuming his harsh movements, closing his eyes, “Gods...”

“Fuck, yes...” Billy moans out loudly, his head tipped back in pleasure, “Harder.” His legs wrap back around him as his lover complies to his request, and pushes into him harder, snapping his hips against him.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Fuck!” Billy growls in annoyance, looking up at his lover, “Just keep fucking me babe.” Dan nods, keeping up his pace, panting heavily while running his fingers over the slimmer boy’s body.

Thud. Thud.

Billy’s eyes squeeze shut clearly trying to block out the sound and focus on his partner’s thrusts. Dan growls, losing his patience, and thrusts harder, wanting to just get lost in the moment.

Suddenly, the angle changes to view behind Dan, and you see two men creeping up behind him, one taller than the other, both with short hair. The shorter of the men is holding a knife in his right hand... The blade glints slightly, and you can see it’s razor sharp. Your blood runs cold.

“Dan!” Billy cries out, having clearly caught a glimpse of the two men, but his lover takes it the wrong way and thrusts faster inside him, groaning.

“That’s it, baby. Say my name...” The two men behind him turn to smirk at each other, and the one with the knife quickly lunges forward and plunges the knife into Dan’s side, and then you know for real that it isn’t being acted out. The scream from the bare-bodied male is too intense. The blood is too real.

“Dan! No!” Billy screams and cries, squirming on the bed. “Stop it!”

Dan falls forward on top of him, choking in pain and shock, and the knife is pulled out by the shorter male and slammed back into his body again, ripping a fresh scream from his lungs, blood flowing down his side as he tries to regain his senses and lift himself from Billy.

“Please stop!” Billy whimpers, squirming as the blood coats him, “Please...”

The man laughs, pulling the knife out of Dan’s back, mocking Billy in a pathetic-sounding voice, “Oh, please stop!” and grabs Dan by the shoulders, roughly pushing him off of the bed and to the floor, laying his booted foot into his side just as the camera view changes to reveal a tattoo of piano keys on the side of the male’s left forearm. He smirks at the sight of Billy’s vulnerable body, looking at his companion, “Fuck that little bitch.”

The other man laughs cruelly as the younger-looking male stabs Dan again through the back of his right calf and kicks him until he is cornered, then grabs his hair, jerking his head up to watch as the other man climbs onto the bed and forces Billy’s legs apart roughly before slamming inside him, “Fucking whore.”

You watch intently, knowing you shouldn’t. the man makes Billy scream out loud, his arousal possibly larger than his lover’s. the other intruder chuckles, keeping Dan watching. “Keep your eyes on them, slut.”

Dan shouts out in anger and pain, punching his attacker in the stomach, “Get off him!” but the knife slices through the ship tattoo on his shoulder, causing him to yelp, reaching to clutch the wound, receiving no sympathy.

“You should know better than to threaten someone who has a knife, bitch!”

Dan holds his bleeding arm, glaring at him, “What do you want with us?!”

The knife slams through his right side, more blood spurting from his body and over the man’s fingers as he pulls it out. The fluid drips onto the floor from the tip of the blade, but the wounded boy gets no answer.

Your eyes flick back to the bed, seeing the other attacker ramming his hips brutally into Billy’s form as he screams out in agony, struggling against his bonds. “Please answer him!”

His attacker punches him in the stomach hard, “Isn’t it obvious, you filthy whore?” Billy groans, turning to helplessly watch Dan as he punched and kicked repeatedly, crimson trickling onto the floor heavily. He tries to fight back, but is steadily growing weak from blood loss.

“Please don’t kill us, we’ll do anything, please.” Billy begs, desperation clear on his features, and another punch is thrown, this time to his face, his attacker thrusting as hard as he can into him.

Once again, you divert your attention to Dan, who is now being stabbed repeatedly in the stomach, no more than quiet, weak whimpers leaving his mouth, his bloodied hands grip at the man’s pant legs in a feeble attempt to stop him, but it’s no good. You can see his dark eyes trying to close as Billy’s cries still ring out around the room, and one final slash aimed for Dan’s throat sends blood spraying over his killer’s face and the floor, soon ending his life.

You feel numb. So why do you keep watching as the two cruel men laugh without a care as the one with the piano keys tattoo closes in on a struggling, squealing Billy?

“You cunt! You fucking bastard!” He cries out in horror, tears staining his face.

The killer moves closer until he’s hovering right over the boy’s face, his companion still moving his hips erratically into him as he growls down at him, “Billy, Billy, Billy... My partner is fucking you so hard that I can see your blood matting his fucking pubic hairs... You’re cuffed to this shitty bed, and I have this...”

The camera angle conveniently changes once again, and he holds up his trusty knife. You can see Dan’s blood coating it.

Billy growls at him, spitting at the man, “Fuck you! You’ve killed my boyfriend, my lover, my fucking fiancé! I hate you!”

The man buried inside him groans loudly as he climaxes, and snarls back at him, “We’re not asking for fucking acceptance!” The other attacker plunges the knife into Billy’s stomach hard, causing the boy to scream out in agony, “Don’t worry. You’ll soon join your little fiancé.”

Billy screams, spitting at him too, “I hope you both rot in Hell!” He cries again as he’s stabbed in the thigh harshly.

The taller attacker pulls out of the bleeding boy and wraps his hands around his slender throat with a growl as his companion forces the blade into the restrained body over and over, bits of flesh and blood spraying over the three males, and it’s Billy’s turn to be snuffed.

Blood splatters across the painting of an apple hanging above the bed, and over the chest of drawers beside it. The picture turns to static, and you furrow your brow, tearing your attention away from the TV screen for the first time since you pressed ‘play’ on the VCR, to gaze around the room.

And that’s when it hits you.

Knock. Knock.

...You’re in the exact room the tape was recorded in.