By Sihme.

24/7/99.

It was a dark and stormy night.  Ken and Hyde sat in the lounge-room of
their transylvanian mansion, reading by the fire.  The hounds had recently
fallen asleep and the slow, peaceful sound of breathing could be heard emanating
from their corner.

"How peaceful the night is" spoke Hyde, and this was punctuated by a flash
of lightning and a clap of thunder.  The brilliant white of the discharge
bathed Ken's face, the first flash saw a look of apprehension, the second,
revelation, and then he spoke.

"Hyde, my dear brother in music and carnal delight, something is.. bothering me"

"Speak now, Ken-chan! I refuse to allow you to withhold such information"

"It's just.. I've... been having.. visions"

"Visions?  Phantasies?  Surely none that can compare to the extent with which we have
traversed reality?"

"First, I saw a whirlpool.  And I dived into it, and when I did, all I could hear
was the sound of your screaming.  What do you think this may mean?"

"Certainly, I cannot tell!"

"The portence of this cannot be denied.  Something amazing is afoot.  Our final
destination beckons.  The culmination of our lives, our love, and the undeniable
forces of the universe."

The flashes of light took a moment's pause.  Again the room was lit only by
the dull glow of the slow burning fire, and the rain began.

Hyde, unsettled by Ken's restless mood and eerie ramblings, put down his
book and pipe and headed for the kitchen.  Ken's eyes followed him as he
left, and a look of growing understanding played across his features.  Their
psychic connection was undeniable, and Hyde's hurried footsteps betrayed
his intuitive understanding of the fundamental change in direction the course
of thought and sentiment had taken.  Of course outwardly, nothing had changed,
but the pained conviction of Ken's words had inextricably altered the future.

Hyde returned to the cosy lounge clutching a hot cup of coco.

"Oh Ken, I've prepared us some coco, there's more in the kitchen if..."

But Ken was no longer there.  Just his still burning pipe balanced on the
arm-rest of his chair, and his collection of antique padlocks sprawled out
on the ground.

A chill blew across the nape of Hyde's neck.  A door must be open.  He hurried
to the room's entrance, and peering down the dark passageway saw the door, open
to the tempestuous night, the sound of pouring rain and howling winds broken, Hyde
thought, by the ringing of struck metal typical of someone clumsily clamouring
around in a darkened toolshed.

"He must be retrieving tools from the workshop", thought Hyde, now consoling
his ever mounting fear with every calming thought he could think of.  But then,
of a sudden Ken's voice spoke from behind "I'm right here, Hyde".

Hyde twisted his body around as he gasped from fright.  And walking backwards he
closed the door, and eventually made out Ken's form in the darkness.

"Were you looking for me?"

"Why Ken!  Uh.. you're here!.. I thought.."

"You thought I was in the workshop?  I was before, but now I've returned with what
it was I wanted"

"And.. what was that?"

"Just this" said Ken and held something in his hand.  The object's identity could
not be made out in the darkness, and Ken walked slowly toward Hyde, who was now
pressed firmly with fear against the door.

A stomach shaking clap of thunder and coincident flash of lightning revealed Ken
standing, with his soaked hair and running mascara framing his wild and hungry
face, holding a large hand-drill, rusted from disuse in his sleek but strong
hand.

Hyde's fear was almost overcome by his curiosity, until he cast his eyes down
and saw the yearning bulge in Ken's pyjama pants.

"Oh no.. oh NO!!"

"Oh YES brother!  The time has come!"

"But why??  I've offered you everything!  As always, my every orifice is yours
for the taking, please, I BEG you, do not resort to this!"

"The Gods have ordained it.  There is no going back.  You knew from the beginning
this lay at the end of the path we had taken."

"But.."

Hyde's pleading complaint was cut short as Ken swiftly moved his hand to Hyde's
throat, and grappled the soft skin like an eagle.  Hyde threw up his arms, and
with all his might tried to wrench Ken away, but his lust had endowed him with
supernatural strength, and Hyde remained pinned and flailing like the pathetic
woman he wished he was.  He tried to scream but could only gurgle, tried to
cry but the fear had dried his tears.  In a final fit of desperation he bit
into Ken's finger, causing him to momentarily release his grip, and Hyde broke
free.

"GAH!" shouted Ken, as Hyde, first falling then scrambling to his feet made
his way up the passage and tried to find sanctuary in the lounge.  He soon
realised his mistake, for there was no exit, and Ken casually appeared at the
door, assured that his prey was now easy-pickings.  He closed the door behind
him, locked it and threw the key into the fire.

"Now Hyde my little bitch, come out from behind the couch so I can see you"

Hyde, now resigned to his impending fate, crawled out submissively from the
corner of the room where he was hiding.

"Please.. for the love of God!  I beg you not to do this" wailed Hyde, tears
now streaming down his sunken cheeks.

Ken stepped slowly toward the now prostrate man and lifted Hyde's head by his
glittery hair.  Hyde's eyes simply looked downward, and with his other hand
Ken rubbed the mascara off Hyde's cheek.

"This is what's best for both of us, my darling Hyde, it will be pure ecstasy"

Ken kissed Hyde on the lid of his eye, then ran his finger across the expansive
eggshell plane that was Hyde's forehead.

"Don't worry,  I won't destroy those big, beautiful eyes.. they are Heaven's
own creation"

Ken then lay a burning cold kiss on the space between Hyde's eyes, paused, then
with great force pushed the limp Hyde to the ground and braced him by pressing his
knee into the man's chest.

Hyde gave merely token resistance, and the best he could manage was to not meet
Ken's piercing gaze.

Picking up the drill, Ken placed his knees either side of Hyde's head, holding it
upright.  He then carefully placed the tip of the drill at the most central,
and so he thought, aesthetically pleasing position.

The sound of the rain became increasingly apparent, and as if following cues,
a bolt of lightning struck close-by, shaking the house and all it's occupants.
The howling of the wind through the oaks was almost deafening.  Ken paused,
and basked in the poignant atmosphere of anticipation.

Looking down at his victim, he firstly applied his weight to the hand drill,
which was met by a sharp inhalation and the tensing of muscles.

"I will not be ashamed... if you scream"

Then, swiftly, the turning of the crank began.  There was no hesitation,
his movements appearing perfectly practiced.  The first turn saw Hyde's contorted
face about to explode in tears, anger, and hatred.  The second, the emission of an
ungodly scream, like an animal about to meet it's end.

Turn upon turn the drill bit deeper into Hyde's virgin head, firstly churning
through makeup, then skin, then the grating of metal on bone.  The rust which
had been impeding the drill's movement had now worn away, and Ken drilled like
a hungry beast, madly awaiting his meal.  Blood began to trickle into Hyde's
eyes, and particles of skin and bone flew sickeningly from the active site,
landing messily about the room.

The mere sight of the phallic drill piercing the hymen which was Hyde's skull
sent Ken's heart arace.  The paralysing arousal which flowed in both his heart
and loins almost weakened him to the point where he could no longer maintain
the vigorous turning of the drill.  But galvanising his will, and with the
strength of determination known only to J - rockers, he continued, chanting
under his breath "Just a couple of millimetres to go".

Sooner than he expected, the grating from Hyde's skull gave way to a "squick..
squick.. squick.." and Ken, now perspiring fell backwards in exhaustion, the
bloodied drill lying loosely in his hand.  He cried, just for a second, then
thought "I must rock".

Dropping the drill, Ken stood up by doing a backwards-somersault, and stood
at Hyde's feet.  He gloried over the semi-conscious man, now with a two inch
hole in his forehead.  "Now, at last, you will be truly mine", he said as he
slowly pulled down his loosely fastened night-trousers, at long last freeing
his oozing erection to the open air.  Trails of winding warm air could be
seen rising from it into the black heights of the room.

He knelt down, and realising Hyde was in no shape for active participation,
manoeuvred him until he was on all fours, his head proffered forward.  Ken
stood on his knees, supporting Hyde's head with his left hand, and holding
his arousal with his right.  He firstly played it around Hyde's face,
mingling the blood with his own juices, then slowly aligned it to the waiting
pineal love-hole.  The roughness of the bone encircling the ripe end of
Ken's pulsating schlong sent shivers through his body, and temptation rose
from the depths of his soul.

Grinding his teeth, he forced his heart from his throat, and simultaneously
drew Hyde's head closer, contracted his buttocks and thrust his pelvis
forward.  He first met resistance, then as the hemispheres separated after
years of union, Ken's burning sausage slid slowly and easily into the depths
of his darling's innocent brain and a low, bestial moan emitted from Hyde's
drooling mouth.

Intense neuro-electrical activity coursed around and through Ken's meat-pipe, and
he fancied he could intuit Hyde's desperation and pain directly through his glowing
manhood.  Then with equal care and patience he drew backward, the soft and
slippery texture of the ridges and valleys pulling against him again accelerated
his blood, and he could feel with demonic acuity the dual intermingling energies
of the conjoinment.

The second and third thrusts and withdrawals came with increased speed and vigour,
until a steady rhythm had built, and the organic squelching became louder, like
a terrified woman desperately escaping through a swamp.

With each successive stroke Ken felt the internal pressure mounting, his every
thrust bringing forth an incredible energy, slowly coaxing a terrific force up
from the earth, through his legs, and concentrating at the base of his loins.

There was no turning back, no retreat.  Blood, brain, bone and saliva were
splattered over Ken's belly, his sparse pubic hair matted with a multicoloured fluid.
Hyde's black and bruised face stared sickeningly at infinity; his jaw agape.

The inner pressure Ken felt cried for release, and he began to grunt, first
softly, then with increasing volume in time with the thrusts and co-temporal
squelches.  Then suddenly Ken screamed and the expression on his face was that
of the sublime interplay of agony and ecstasy.  The juxtaposition of thoughts of
his own pleasure,and of the misery of having mutilated his friend wracked his mind,
and the sorrow intensified as ropes of semen poured into Hyde, the saline alkalinity
burning his brain, Ken's spasming body providing a stinging physical assault.

Ken relaxed, and after a final moment of reflection, he withdrew his deflatedness,
leaving a gaping black hole.  He lay back on the warm carpet with a deep exhalation,
stared at the ceiling, and thought and spoke "Now I know.. now I know..".  The rain
continued to fall lightly, and the soft snoring sound of the deeply sleeping hounds could
again be heard.

The end.

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