"Only two?"

I smiled, staring deep into his eyes, one hand trailing his biceps. Blue eyes widened as he blushed, obviously trying hard to keep calm. I chuckled. How often did a handsome man get close to him like this? The lamp really seemed like a lonely place.

"Yes," he growled, managing to shake off the first attempt. No matter.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "Is an extra really too much to ask for?"

His hair was black, his skin pale. Too much time in that lamp, I thought. No matter.

"No-I mean, yes, it is," he gasped as I traced a line down his abdomen. I smiled. I had chanced upon a key spot. I continued my descent, occasionally looking up to see him staring in disbelief.

"And why is that? Why is it that you can't give me a few more?" I asked innocently. Nearby, my partner seemed to almost roar in laughter. His eyes twinkled in amusement. I tried not to barf as the genie stared with even wider eyes than before. So naïve.

"I-I..."

I cut him off, turning my back on him.

"Wait!" he begged. Well, maybe not begged per se, but close enough.

"What?" I said.

"...There may be a way for you to get more wishes," he muttered.

"And what's that?" I said, looking expectedly at the supernatural before me. It was only a second later that I noticed the knife sticking through my chest. I screamed, hastily removing the sword from my body. It was too late.

As I stumbled to the floor, I saw spots in my vision. Only two voices echoed through my mind.

"Sacrifice," the genie muttered.

AUTHOR NOTE: Not my best work. I was bored. What did you think?