Around nine o'clock that evening, a few years ago, we met for the first time. Because of eagerness, excitement about our plans, we didn't stay at the bar long. "Come on," he said, tugging at my sleeve, and I found myself following. 1
Death was always a preoccupation of mine. Even though I know I should have resisted, we had been planning this online for some time, and something in me couldn't hold back. 2
Finally, we arrived at our pre-selected "play-spot." Getting out of the car, I noticed him stretching slowly, deliberately, as if hoping I was watching. He had a nice body, tapering down to the waist the way I like, and not too skinny like so many people are these days. In spite of myself, I found him cute -- not just physically, but in the ways he subtly tried to get my attention. Jack, he said his name was. 3
"Killing is different from murder," he had told me in the car. "Lust has something to do with it, okay, I'll admit it, but I'm not your garden-variety sadist. Murder is when you kill someone who doesn't deserve it. Not to sound like I'm self-justifying," he continued, breathing sweet smoke in my face, "but some people really do deserve it."4
On one hand, he sounded crazy, but if I was honest with myself, I felt essentially the same way. Plus, I was curious about how it felt, and now about him, too...5
Quietly, after leaving the car, we sneaked across a fallow field before slipping into the forest. "Raping a rapist," he grinned at me, "is the best fun, short of murdering a murderer. Stuff gets really wild when you get ahold of a guy who's both." 6
"The difference between me and them," he continued after a pause, "is I have real emotions, I'm plugged in, man. Unlike them, I've got standards."7
Violence, outside of fantasy, was never part of my life before that night. When I look back on it, how our relationship began, it amazes me how easily I slipped into his arms, into his lifestyle, into his so-called crimes. Xyresic wit, personality, and ethics drew me in, and the truth of his words -- that he has empathy, and standards -- kept me. Yes, he's a killer, and I love him.8
Zealotry never felt so good.
Author notes
This just kind of flowed out of me. It wasn't planned or pre-considered at all, so it may be kind of disjointed. Incidentally, I don't want this to be taken as an anti-gay thing, so I'll make a confession I probably shouldn't: This is essentially a transcribed fantasy of mine. 
Rob Zombie's "Feel So Numb" contributed a lot to this story, so I'll use it for the rules.
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Comments
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Did I not comment on this?
I could swear I did...
Anyways, I think it could have used a little more detail about the surroundings if you were going to enter it in my contest...
How dark was the forest? Entering it, did you feel like the prey or the predator? Did the little droplets of water look like quiet, spying eyes as you were hand in hand with him, chasing the rapist?
I don't know...just a little tip. I know you probably didn't care much since it just "flowed out of you", but yeah...
I really like the idea of raping a rapist, murdering a murderer...makes you the ultimate predator!
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Wow. This is good. Unfortunately, I am not a big fan of homosexual stories. BUT I do like the word xyresic. It's so fun, and not many people use it. (7
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So... if I had used a different pronoun for the second character, the story would be somehow better? There's really nothing intrinsically "homosexual" about the story. It's about hybristophilia, not gayness. To me, judging it differently solely because the characters happen to both me male is ... silly. Not to mention unfair. I mean, if them being gay had anything at all to do with the actual story, then I could understand. But it would be exactly the same story if it were a man and a woman. But okay. Your decision, not mine. Good luck with the contest.
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