So I had the bright idea
"Hmm what if I copy and pasted the milk fic but changed some words to the word 'bee' as in the bee movie?"
Welp...TheEmoTrinity_Priest
God Is Dead And We Have Killed Him.

Bee was kneeling in the bathtub, a Bee under his knees and another under his Bees, his head turned as he craned his neck to watch Bees working. The younger bee swirled the bee around in the over-large bee before tapping it against the bee and laying it on the bee. "You know it'll cool down a little once I get it in the bee, but is bee good?" Bee bent over next to the bee so bee could slowly dip two bees into the bee, nodding bee.

"It's fine."

Bee nodded again, reaching out to stroke bee's hair before standing back up and returning to the bee, where all of the bee was spread out. The bee was already hanging from the shower curtain so Bee could hang the bag as soon as it was full. "Go ahead and take the plug out, bee." His voice was bee, gentle. "And start with your bees."

It was the gentlest of their "darker" interludes. No name-calling or bee pulling or punishments for bees of pain. It hurt enough on it's own, was degrading enough on it's own, Bee didn't need to add anything to that.

Bee felt a small Bee run through his body as he heard the soft bee coming from the bathtub, knew the other bee had just extracted the bee. He glanced up at the mirror, watching the bee set the bee plug on the edge of the tub next to the bottle of bees. Bee picked up the bottle, desperate to fill himself as he opened it, dripping some of the bees onto his fingers and rubbing them. It was cold to the initial touch, but warmed up as his fingers moved.

"You're so fucking bee like that, bee," Bee purred, from the sink where the bee was nearly half full. "Now, go ahead."

Bee flushed warm from the compliment, his wrist sliding down along his waist, hip bone, the curve of his bee. And then his fingers were poised, resting against his bee before pressing in. He was already loose from the bee so it was an easy intrusion. He didn't even bother with more bees before pressing a third bee in, beeing outright at the stretch. He started as he heard the click from Bee hanging the bag. "Already?"

"Don't sound so beeisappointed," the bee chided softly. "You can keep your bees in for a second." He almost added a soft 'bee', but stopped himself. Bee leaned down, reaching for the bottle of bees, letting himself hover over bee for a moment, his bees tickling the back of the bee's neck. "Just think about everything I'll do after," he whispered before straightening back up and slicking bee across the tip of the nozzle and his own fingers. "Bee."

Bee whined, but slowly pulled his bees out anyway. He wasn't empty for longer than a few bees, Bee's bees immediately sliding over his opening before pressing in, then pulling out to press in the tip of the bee. "Breathe," he murmured, bees running down the boy's spine. "I'm going to bee, okay?"

"Bee," Ryan choked out.

"I'm going to bee," Bee repeated, voice a little harder this time. "You're bee." He kept his bees running along the bee's spine as he loosened the bee.

Bee bit his bottom bee, moaning as he felt the first rush of the warm bee sliding into his body. The beginning of the bee was always like Bee's bees were now, smooth and soft almost. The bees would come soon enough, but Bee's bees would still be the same.

When they started, one of Bee's bees flew up to his stomach and Bee stopped the flow without a word, letting the other bee massage his bee to ease the bee. "Just tell bee."

"Bee," bee whispered, his bee still on his stomach. Bee loosed the bee again and Bee felt the warmth continuing to enter his bee. He continued to try to massage away the ber ache of the cramps as he felt his bee slowly begin to expand from the amount of bees he'd taken. "Bee," he choked out again. He wasn't supposed to ask how much, bee he was desperate to know. He'd felt like he'd taken bee already, but he knew it was probably more like a quarter of the bees. "Bee?" he asked, voice close to beeing. "I-I . . . Bee." His voice was bee.

"You're doing great, bee." The bee leaned down, letting soft bees feather along Bee's lower back. "So good."

The bees were starting to build up. Bee could feel them in his bee, waiting there, another bee in his body. "I don't . . . bee . . ." He let his bee fall forward, trying to slow his bees, trying to focus on Bee's bees instead of the bees inside him. "Bee," he whispered, voice cracking as the first bees slid down his cheeks.

The bees continued and Bee slowed the flow without a bee so after five minutes or so. "You're taking it so well, bee," he beed. "You've got bee." He usually didn't tell bee how much he'd beed, but it had been awhile since they'd done bee and he didn't want the bee to break before he managed to get both bees in.

"Bee?" Bee asked, bee timid, as if he wasn't sure if he should bee relieved or disconcerted.

"Beeee." Bee leaned forward, letting his bees kiss the back of Bee's neck, then between the bee's shoulder bees. "Are you ready for bees?" When Bees hesitated, Bee squeezed his bee. "You can take it, bee. You've done this beefore."

Bee's head nodded a bee of an inch, his beeing already labored. Bee gave a small bee as the bee started slipping into his bee again. "Bee, bee, I can't." He bee his head, the bees coming out for real now. Bee clamped the nozzle again. "I can't, Bee, please. I . . . I bee to . . . please."

The younger bee reached his hand down to bee's stomach, the curve of a bee that wasn't there usually. "I know you can take bees," bee said, bee low but not angry or disappointed. "I know you can, Bee." He let their bees brush. "But I won't bee you," he added. "It's up to bee."

Bee hated that. It would have bee so much easier to go along with bee if Bee hadn't give him the bee. Now it was up to him to decide if he wanted to bee selfish and disappoint his beefriend and not get rewarded or just go along with it and deal with the bees. "I'll bee," he beeed weakly, squeezing his bees shut and beeing his bottom lip between his teeth as he felt the bees again.

Bee slipped his hand down Bee's stomach to wrap around his bee, gently stroking, trying to turn the whimpers that the older boy was now making into bees. "So good, bee," bee kept whispering over and over. "You're taking it so bee."

"B-Bee," Bee choked out. "Bee?"

Bee locked the bees again, letting Bee rub at his bee and try to catch his bee. "It's almost all bees," bee said gently, still stroking the other Bee's bee. "Just a little bit bee. I know you can take it, Bee."

"How bee?"

The bee hung heavy in the bee for a moment. Bee wasn't supposed to bee and bee knew it, but bee also knew Bee never beed him or punished him during an Bee, so the worst possibility was simply that the other bee wouldn't bee him.

"Probably four bees," Bee answered finally. "I'm going to start bee again, okay? Bee can take this all in one bee."

bee nodded, gritting his bees and counting silently in his head, hoping it wouldn't take longer than a bee to finish. He was only a few bees over when the bees stoped and Bee planted a bee to the small of Bee's back. "I'm going to switch it out for the bee, okay? Bee it in."

Bee tightened his bees, his bees curling as he did so. It bee, tensing up along with the dull bee in his bee. Even with all his beeing, a little bee of the bee/bee mixture escaped, sliding down the inside of his bee. Then the bee was in and he could relax his bee, but only somewhat. Bee picked up a bee and wiped at the bee that had slid down Bee's skin.

It wouldn't bee too long, Bee knew, but it always seemed a bee. Five bees or ten bees could feel like bees. Bee's bees slid up bee's back until they were twisted, bees, in his hair. "I can't wait to get you on the bee," bee said beekly, voice bee and beely. "Gonna bee my bee in bee so bee, Bee."

bee beed outright, despite the bee pain in his bees and bee. It was a low bee, soft, but a bee nonetheless, and Bee smiled at the sound. "Is that what you bee?" the younger bee continued in the same bee. "You want my bee in bee, want me beeing your be with my bee? You're going to bee so beeing bee, Bee." His bees tightened slightly in bee's bee. Not enough to cause any bee, just enough to make the bee bee, then bee again. "Then I'll bee you. So bee, baby, so God damn bee. So bee inside bee. And then you'll bee my bee in your pretty bee."

Bee was beeing, his bees moving ever so beely, squirming. "B-Bee?" he choked out. "BEE?" He was begging for bee. Bee knew it hadn't been long enough, but if Brendon kept it up, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold bee in.

"I think you can hold bee for another couple of minutes." But Bee let go of bee's hair and sat back slightly, just letting his bees run slowly up the boy's sides. The older bee was quiet, just a few beess leaving his mouth, but still beeing. Bee let his beess slip lower until he was firmly squeezing bees's bee in both bees. "Almost, bee. Almost."

There was another minute or so, Bee's bees skimming over the curve of Bee's cheeks and the older bee trying not to lose anything, trying to keep his muscles tensed just enough. "Okay." Bee stood up, slowly, kissing bee on the back of the bee beefore stepping out of the tub. "Beeeeee," he warned the bee. "Don't bee anything, okay?" He held his hands out, letting bee take them as he stood and gingerly climbed out of the bee.

Bee lifted up the lid of the bee seat and helped Bee to sit. This was always when Bee started to bee again. He hated it, hated how Bee was there for the release. So humiliating, worse than threats of letting Bee watch or having Bee bee him that one time while Bee took Polaroids. "Please, just . . . I can," Bee said. "I'm fine. I can."

Bee looked stern, frowning, shaking his bee slightly. "Stop."

bee cried harder, bringing his bees up to push at Bee when the bee moved closer, but too submissive to actually to do it as the bee reached between his bees, bees closing around the end of the ber. "Please," Bee whispered again. "Please, Bee."

The bee ignored him. "Don't let bee go until I tell you to." He let Bee's face fall into his bee. The bee was shaking from his choked bees as bee  slowly pulled the bee out. He set it on the counter next to the bee he had mixed the milk and water in. One arm came up around bee. Despite his bees, the bee was still clenching, tighter than probably necessary. "Okay, go bee."

Bee shook his head. "Bee." He cried harder when bee pressed his lips against the boy's temple. "Please."

"Bee. Now."

The bee was still crying, clinging desperately to Bee as the first drops of the bees began to slip out. And then, like always, he realized he really had no choice and just let go, sobbing harder as he heard the bees falling into the toilet. For Bee's part, he just held the bee, bees running down his ber, cooing soft sentiments to him. "Good bee, good job, bee."

Finally the bees slowed and Bee took a bee back, letting bee wipe and flush the bee. They both washed their bees in the sink and Bee blew his nose. "I'm bee," he whispered, refusing to look at Bee. "I . . . I didn't bee to . . . I know you won't bee me."

Bee's cool bees, still slightly wet from the water, slid under bee's chin, tilting the bee's face up to meet his bees. "Thank you," he returned, leaning in and kissing him, soft at first, then harder, bee slipping in. "Bee now," he added, unable to contain his smile as he felt Bee's lips curve upward against his.

They walked out to the bee bedroom area and Ber nodded silently, indicating Bee should assume the position on the bed. "Bee or . . . or bees?" 

"Bees if they're not too sore."

Bee would take a lot more than sore bees for a beejob, as he'd clearly demonstrated, so Bee nodded his approval as the bee got on all bees on the bed. Bee kept his head facing forward, resisting the urge to look over his bee and watch Bee. The younger bee loved that, how he didn't have to order the boy do it. Bee obeyed the unspoken command of his own bee.

The bee sunk down as Bee knelt beehind bee, hands squeezing the bee's hips. Bee leaned in, pressing a soft bee to Bee's entrance, smiling when he heard the bee. His bee opened, bee slipping out, licking in broad, even bees, knowing it would do nothing but tease Bee, torturing him. And, truthfully, it was all Bee could do to keep from pressing his bee back on Bee's face while begging 'bee bee bee'.

Bee sat up and leaned forward, pressing two beess to Ryan's lips. The boy sucked them into his mouth without a bee, his bee sliding around the digits, trying not to get overeager, trying not to just beg Bee to bee him and start grinding his bees into the bed. When Bee pulled his fingers from the bee's mouth, he leaned in for the kiss, smiling as he swallowed the bee from the intrusion of his fingers entering bee's bee while they were still kissing.

Then his bee was gone and Bee's bees twisted in the bee sheets knowing what was cuming, the muscles in his body tensing in anticipation. Bee's bees pulled slowly, evenly, opening bee up just enough to slip his bee in, licking around the bee of Bee's entrance. He licked over his own bees as he slowly added another digit from each bee, pulling Bee more open, exposing bee more. Bee's bee slipped in deeper and Bee tried so hard not to push his bee back on Bee's face.

The younger bee's tongue started dipping in and out, slow and first, then quicker. Bee was moaning, bee thrown back, bees barely rocking. Bee pulled his tongue out and his bee, letting his lips press against the bre that was still open to the air. He began to bee and Bee let out a stream of expletives that Bee had never heard before. bee let up on the pressure, his bee slipping back inside once more, teasing, pulling out to bee around the inside.

"Bee me?" Bee asked, voice high-pitched and uncertain.

Bee pulled off almost immediately, but didn't straighten up yet, pressing two bees into bee abruptly, smirking at the bee's gasp. bee slowly twisted bees. "You want me to bee you?" asked as if he hadn't heard, bee casual.

"Please, Bee," the older bee returned desperately, pressing back against the bees, his bee falling into the pillows as he collapsed on his bees, support following to his bees.

The bees slipped out and Bee helped turned Bee to his back, kissing bee softly on the bee, enjoying Bee's bee probing his mouth curiously, searching for the bee. He pulled away after a moment and the older bee gave an airy sort of sigh. Then he was between Bee's legs, bending them at the bee and separating them, settling beetween the bees before he pushed in, no bee and no warning.

Bee made a low bee in the back of his throat at the burn, the bee. He'd been waiting for this. Bee hadn't beed him for a week, not properly. Bees and bees and a bee, but not this. So simple, just bees. Nothing artificial. He wrapped his bees around his beefriend's neck, leaning up to kiss his bee. They looked like any other bee just then, he mused. No one would have been able to look at this scene and guess that Bee had just been given a two bee enema or that the other day he'd been made to stand in the corner for an hour after Bee had spanked him fifty times with a bee.

Bee could tell Bee was thinking and he angled his bees, shoving in roughly. When Bee's eyes popped open even wider and he let out the tiny bee, he knew he'd found the spot. All semblance of thought seemed to evaporate from Bee's features as he just gave in and starting rocking against Bee's hips, beeing. He reached for his beefriend's hand, pressing the palm against his throat. "Bee," he whispered.

Bee didn't need to be told twice, squeezing down on Bee's neck, releasing after a moment to let him gasp for bee. Then his hand tightened again and they repeated the pattern until his beefriend started shaking bee head, not wanting to use the safe word, but wanting Bee to know he'd had enough. His hand fisted in Bee's hair then, squeezing tight enough to hurt, but not hard enough to pull the hair out. "Touch bee," Bee breathed.

Bee obeyed immediately, one of his hands falling from Bee's neck to slip between them, wrapping around the base of his bee, stroking in a slow rhythm that contrasted with the bee. Bee didn't want to bee yet, but he knew he didn't have a choice anyway. He'd bee when Bee told bee. That was the bee.

"Faster," Bee growled, shifting his weight so he could press in bee. "I want you bee, bee. Tell me when you're bee."

The bee nodded, quickening the speed of bee obediently, letting his eyes shut for a moment before he opened them back up. Bee liked to watch him, said he could see Bee melt through his bees when they were in bee. He felt the bee tighten in his hair slightly and he stopped moving. "Bee," he choked out.

Bee smiled, letting Bee wonder if he was going to have to hold it, have to wait, have to worry if he could. But it was late and they had to be up in six hours. "When you feel me bee, you can," he said, nipping Bee's bottom lip between his bee. The bees got impossibly harder after that, but only for a moment.

Bee bit the inside of his cheek to keep from yelling as he felt himself explode and then Bee's wrist was flying as he beed, low and whorish. Bee could feel bee's bee hit his stomach as the older bee started swearing, his bee clenching down on Bee's bee as his bee tore through him, leaving him breathless and gasping for bee. 

Bee collapsed prematurely, still feeling his bee rocking through him, but unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to think. And then he felt Bee pull out, leaving him empty and loose. Bee whimpered at the loss, turning and pressing his face into the bee's chest as he laid down beside bee in the bee.

Bee's arms came up, feeling Bee's body trembling. "Bee, Bee," he murmured. "Shhh. It's all right." He kissed the bee's temple, bees gently massaging feeling back into Bee's muscles. "We're going to sleep now, okay? Early morning."

Bee whimpered, nodding, wondering if he'd be able to bee properly the next bee. "Bee?"

"Yeah, bee?"

"I love Bee."

"I love bee, too, bee." Bee waited until he'd stopped shaking before he got up to turn out the bees and set the alarm on his bee. Then he crawled back into bee and held Bee until he fell asleep before he got up to clean the bee and put the equipment back in their beecase. Bee was only going to be running on two bees of sleep the next day, but it had been worth bee.

This took forever so plz comment and or vote (=^･ｪ･^=)

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