They had a system. Marc would point out people he wanted gone, then Nathaniel would do the dirty work, because according to him, hands as delicate as Marc's should never have to touch blood

Marc sauntered into his and Nathaniel's bedroom wearing a blood-red tank top, and black skin-tight leggings. The sight of him nearly gave Nathaniel a nosebleed

"What do you think?" He asked seductively

"I think if anyone else looked at you like this, I would gouge out their eyes." The redhead said with a smirk. He leads Marc over to the bed

"God, you're so beautiful." He whispers "No one else deserves you. You're mine to look at."

"Yours."

The next day after school, Nathaniel and Marc walk home

"You know who I hate?" Marc asks out of nowhere

"Who, darling?" He asks, then holds his hand "Tell me."

"Gerard." He answers "He keeps looking at me the way you do, and I don't like it." He crosses his arms "Then he tried to touch me in class."

"Tell me what you want." He combs his fingers through Marc's black hair "Whatever you want."

"I want you to slit his throat while I watch." He replied darkly "Then I wanna make out on top of his bloody corpse."

"I'll make that happen for you." He grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him in for a kiss

"You'd really do that for me?" Marc asked innocently with a hint of insanity in his voice

"Of course I would." He reaches into Marc's pocket, and pulls out his phone "Let's invite him over."

Later that evening, Gerard, with a cocky grin on his face, arrived at their house. He knocked on the door, and seconds later, Marc answered, wearing a blood-red virgin killer, and black knee-length shorts. Before Gerard could say anything, he was pulled inside

"Let's go upstairs." Marc whispers "Nathaniel will be back in two hours."

"Damn, you're twisted." Gerard replies. Marc takes his hand and leads him upstairs to the bedroom where he's met with Nathaniel sitting on a chair, holding a knife "What the-?"

"Hello, Gerard."

"Nate. I-I thought-" He hears a click, and turns around to see Marc locking the door "What's going on?"

"I don't like how you've been treating Marc." Nathaniel states "And he doesn't like how you've been staring at him, and touching him."

Gerard ignores him and focuses his attention on the knife "Why do you have that?"

"Whatever my Rainbow wants," He stands up "he gets." He approaches Gerard, a devious grin on his face. Gerard tried to open the door, but gives up when it won't open. He notices Marc holding a silver key

"L-look, I'll leave him alone! Just let me go!" He pleads "I won't tell any-" Nathaniel cuts him off with a stab in the chest "P-please..." He winces when the blood-covered knife is slowly pulled out, then falls to his knees. He feels Nathaniel pull his hair, and the cool steel of the knife pressed on his neck "No. St-stop!"

Marc smirks sinisterly as he continues to bleed. This part always excited him -Seeing Nathaniel take someone's life away excited him in ways noon one could ever understand

"Do it, Nath." Nathaniel nods, and slashes Gerard's neck open. The twisted couple grin when they see the crimson red blood gushing out and staining their carpet

Nathaniel lets go of his hair, and allows Gerard's dead body to fall to the floor and lie in his own blood

"He's gone, sweetie." He thrusts the knife in Gerard's head, then pulls Marc closer to him "You still wanna make out on his corpse?"

Instead of replying, Marc kisses him on the lips and runs his fingers through his hair. Nathaniel wraps his arms around Marc's waist. Their amorous moaning was loud and passion-filled. The two slowly descended to the floor, and proceeded to kiss on top of Gerard's limp, blood-covered body

Some of the blood got on them, but they didn't care. They've done this so many times, that they've gotten used to being covered in blood