Murder || Ewan + Ben
There was a cold look on Ewan's face all day. He was looking forward to the little event he had planned that night, yet he felt cold in the longing for it. He was going to take someone more than he had ever taken anyone before.
In the many months of loving and claiming Jude, he had never done what he was about to do to Benedict.
When the both of them entered Ewan's empty flat, Jude being at his parents', he was unprepared, yet fully prepared mentally for what he was about to do. He could offer Ben wine, but that might numb the sensations he was going to bring upon him and that was the last thing he wanted. So instead Ewan moved his hand up to touch Ben's cheekbone, slowly moving up along it, his fingers sliding over the edge of his ear and suddenly digging into his hair, fingernails pushing hard against his scalp while his fingers knotted around his curls.
"I'm going to punch you in the face, my love, like your mum and dad," he spoke, his eyes going wide and his jaw clenching. The look he was giving Ben was a look of pure fury, disappointment, as a father would look at a worthless 'son'. Ha. Ben wasn't even their real son.
His hand clenched into a fist and he raised it, hitting Ben right beside his eye, causing his face to snap hard to the side.











