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g0ttal0ve101 · 8 days ago

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[a/n]: tsk tsk tsk…david, david, david…..you fumbled 👎 ( @sh1mmer-add1ct ) tw: gore

prt 1: riam

Everything felt warm and fuzzy. It was hard to tell what was reality versus his own imagination from the amount of alcohol he consumed that night, but he tried his best anyway. It was dark and smelled like cigarette smoke as the street lights passed above them, rain sprinkling against the windshield. Lucian sunk into his seat with a content smile as his seatbelt held him up, his head slipping from the headrest. It wasn’t until David’s hand reached his face that he snapped out of his daze.

“C’mon, baby. Sit up.”

Lucian hummed softly, stretching out and aligning himself with the seat properly. Only then did he turn his head to see David’s pretty face beside him, keeping his eyes on the slippery roads. Despite driving in such poor conditions, a smile was still stuck to his face. It made Lucian smile, too.

“You’re so fun when you’re drunk, Lucie.” David softly said, using his spare hand to caress Lucian’s thigh. “We’re almost home, okay?”

Lucian couldn’t remember if he said anything back. All he knew was that eventually he was walking in the parking lot hand-in-hand with David, heading toward their apartment complex. It was hard to walk in a straight line. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. That’s probably why David had his hand secured so tight, even if it hurt a little bit.

“Daaavid, I wanna press the elevator buuutton.”

Ruffling his hair up, David kissed his head. “You always do. What floor do we stay on, you remember?”

“Mffm…”

“What?”

Lucian laughed. “Nooope.”

“Dude, then how’re you gonna press it?”

“Beaaar, pleaaase tell me.”

“We live on the fifth floor. So you gotta click the button with five on it.”

Lucian nodded confidently. Although, he stumbled into the building and nearly fell onto his face before they even made it to the elevator doors. Upon stepping inside, David assisted him in pressing the button and held him close, grabbing him by his waist. Lucian leaned into his grasp. It felt good whenever he held him. At least, until his hand lowered to his ass. Then it didn’t feel so nice.

With furrowed eyebrows, Lucian grumbled a little. “Stooop. You weirdo.”

David only laughed. “Stop what? I’m not doing anything.”

Considering his current mental state, Lucian stopped fighting it and pressed his forehead against his chest, humming a little. David kissed his head again.

“That’s us. Come on.”

Nothing felt real. Lucian’s eyes went just about everywhere as they walked down the hallway, trying to recognize his surroundings even a little bit. He did once they made it to their door, but it still felt like he was in a dream rather than reality. David knew this, too. That’s why he helped him get ready for bed.

Lucian watched him take his clothes off first. It wasn’t something he hadn’t seen before, but for some reason, it felt like it was. He blinked slowly as David pulled on his pajama pants over his boxers, still showcasing his upper body. He looked hotter than usual — or maybe that was just the alcohol.

“Are you tired yet, baby?”

“Mmh…”

“Come on, you aren’t that drunk, are you?” David hummed while searching through a pile of laundry for Lucian’s pajamas. “Do you think you’re gonna throw up, honey?”

“Mfmm…”

“Hopefully that’s a no.”

Lucian couldn’t process much of anything. Even when David approached him, he had a hard time staying grounded in reality, having little to no idea what was happening. He let David strip him down as he always did whenever he was drunk like this since there wasn’t really a choice anyhow. However, no matter how much alcohol was in his system, he almost immediately took notice of how long it was taking for the clothes to return. Laying across the cool mattress in just his boxers and his boyfriend hovering over him, adrenaline pumped through his veins.

With a pair of pajamas in his hands, David’s eyes wandered over Lucian for a long while. It didn’t bother him all too much. Not until he watched David move closer without being in position to dress him.

“…David?”

It was almost pitiful hearing how much anxiety and confusion was embedded in that name. Almost. Lucian knew all too well that whatever happened to him from this point forward was entirely his fault. Maybe not in the present moment, but the sober Lucian had already accepted this fate when he popped open the first bottle. He trusted David enough to take care of him, but he understood that there might be temptation. There always seemed to be.

“I’m cold…” He felt like he was talking in slow-motion. All his words slurred together into one big mess. “I…please want my pajamas, David. Please…want it…”

David’s calloused hand met his bare chest and trailed across his pec. He shuddered from the touch, but continued to look him in the eyes nevertheless.

“Can I look at you first, Lucian? Just look…”

“Mmh, sweetheaaart…”

“Can I?”

Lucian stared at him like a deer in headlights. Grabbing his chin with a harsh squeeze against his cheeks, David lifted his face to deeply look in his eyes.

“Come on, baby. Please?”

Lucian bit his lip a little and turned away. “Okay…”

David’s definition of “just looking” differed from Lucian’s. Hearing the verbal consent given to check him out, David took it upon himself to cop a few touches, too. Nothing too crazy. His fingertips came dangerously close to the elastic of Lucian’s boxers before he reeled back, hearing the sharp breaths of discomfort that came from Lucian. Other than that, he did his part to stay respectful — not that Lucian would remember if he did or not.

Wavering in and out of consciousness, Lucian came to the realization that his legs were wrapped around David’s waist, fully pulling him into standing between his thighs. He didn’t remember letting him in such an intimate position. Either way, he had a dreadful feeling that he knew where this was going.

He didn’t know what to do. There wasn’t much he could do without making a scene — God knows how much David hated it whenever he made a scene.

“Can I kiss you, honey?”

Lucian couldn’t process the words fast enough before their lips met. It was an eager kiss, but not enough to set off any panic within him. Their interwoven breaths felt like heaven. That isn’t to mention the feeling of his fingers sinking into David’s hair while pulling him in. It felt good.

Pulling away for a second, David laughed into their next kiss. “You taste good. I might get drunk off you.”

“Bear…” Lucian whined, trying to sit up but finding himself being pinned down on the mattress again. It was no use fighting against him. What he wanted, he got.

“Stay for a little longer, Lucie. Please?”

He might’ve said something else. Lucian couldn’t hear it. His vision grew blurry as he rocked his head back, feeling himself slip away into a state of unconsciousness again. David didn’t seem to notice. At least, not until he grabbed Lucian’s head and forced it back up.

With a gasp, his eyes widened as he came to reality again. David chuckled at his reaction and pressed their lips together to wake him up more. Lucian wrapped his arms around his shoulders with his eyes open, trying desperately not to fall asleep.

His state of consciousness strengthened in mere seconds upon feeling the elastic of his boxers beginning to lower further down his petite hip bones. He pulled away from David’s lips to see the scene unfold with his own two eyes, tensing up so much that it was nearly impossible to overlook his discomfort. If it wasn’t for his frozen limbs, his eyes and face were a dead giveaway.

Before he was entirely exposed, Lucian grabbed at David’s wrists to prevent him from pulling the fabric down further. They locked steady eye contact. David’s eyes were just as beautiful as they always were.

“It’ll be okay. I’ll be gentle.”

Lucian was able to verbalize himself louder and clearer this time, his fear causing him to sober up in the moment. “Not ready…I’m not ready…”

With a laugh and scoff, David’s eyes grew just a little colder. “You’re never gonna be ready if you just keep avoiding it forever.”

His hands were still in position to make that last pull. Lucian looked at his fingers grasping the grey fabric of his boxers then back at him, swallowing hard against the aching lump in the back of his throat.

“I just wanna make you feel good, honey…”

“What do you…waaanna do?” Lucian’s voice was practically a whisper as he genuinely considered forcing himself into it.

He hated even the slightest thought of performing any sex acts ever again. But with his loving boyfriend’s eager, pitiful eyes burning into him…

“Can I suck it?”

Lucian shuddered and turned away. It was painfully obvious how that idea made him feel. Laughing a little, David playfully smacked him.

“Not even that? C’mon, Lucie. You need to loosen up a bit. Want another drink?”

His vision slightly blurred as he sat up straighter, trying to catch a better view of his boyfriend’s expression. Either one of his hands met David’s freckled cheeks as he closed in for what seemed like another kiss.

“Just kiss meee…”

“Baby, it’ll make you feel nice. Don’t you think you deserve to feel nice?”

Lucian whined, trying to straighten out all the jumbled thoughts in his mind while getting the right words out. He grabbed at his hair and yanked it a little, trying his best to keep his composure.

“I don’t want to…”

“Why?”

“It doesn’t feel good.”

David dropped onto his knees. All Lucian could think about was how close his face was to his boxers. Even after all his pushing, Lucian evidently wasn’t turned on. That alone was an abstract concept to David — usually he was able to make a guy hard with just a few seconds of sweet talk and specific hand placement. But Lucian, on the other hand, was immune. It would almost be laughable if it didn’t bother him as much as it did.

Sweeping the back of Lucian’s kneecaps onto his shoulders, David grabbed at his thighs and moved indefinitely closer between his legs. Lucian could only look at him with a pale, dazed face.

“I’ll make you feel good, Lucian.”

I’ll make it feel good, Bunny.

Those words were already spoken into existence by another before him. A sweet, intoxicating lie that put him one step closer to getting his pleasure. David genuinely meant it, of course, but Lucian couldn’t tell the difference either way. To him, it all sounded the same.

“You’re so sexy when you make that face.”

On the brink of tears, Lucian shook his head. “I-I…I want my pajamas…” He made sure to pronounce every syllable to the best of his ability. He still sounded drunk, but the ecstasy was far gone.

There was a dreadful silence. Lucian clenched his eyes shut tightly and prayed for this to all blow over. He hated it whenever David was upset and telling by the silence, he most definitely was. In a way, Lucian knew he had a reason to be distraught, but in another, he couldn’t understand it completely.

“You’re such a scaredy-cat, Lucie.”

David stood up and shoved him down, practically knocking the wind out of him. It hurt a little. Not enough to make him cry, so it didn’t matter.

“I have your pajamas for you now, m’kay? Don’t squirm.”

David pulled on his pants for him, tying them up tight so he wouldn’t be as nervous anymore, then kissed his tummy to lighten the mood. As for his shirt, he had Lucian lift his arms so he could pull it over his head before rubbing him down to “heat him up.” In reality, Lucian knew he was just trying to make him feel better. He laughed a little and leaned into his touch again, still dazed.

They locked eyes. David smiled.

“So, you still play hard to get when you’re all drunk, huh? Cute.”

Lucian bit his lip a little and looked away shamefully. Crawling to his side of the bed, his arms grew weak halfway and he collapsed in the middle of the mattress. With his face squished against the soft surface, he drowsily grasped the sheets for support. David laughed at him.

“David…” Lucian whined, curled up with his knees tucked into his chest and his head in his hands.

With a red face flushed from laughing so hard, David shifted to sit beside him. “Aww, you okay, baby?”

“Fmfm…”

Helping him to get adjusted under the covers, David smiled ear-to-ear. “You need to sleep, sweetheart.”

Lucian stretched out across the mattress again, yawning as if to respond to David’s previous words. As his hands felt up the sheets and under the pillows, he looked deeply into David’s eyes. They had that same eager glint in them.

Giggling groggily, Lucian allowed his eyes to shut again. “Why’re you…looking at meee?”

David pushed the hair from off his forehead to further console him and get his point across. “I think you know why.”

Lucian pulled his hands from out of underneath the pillows, blinking slowly and holding them up in front of his face. There, hung a golden necklace dangling in his grasp. David’s expression remained unwavered. At least, until Lucian examined it closer.

“R…?” Lucian murmured, reading the initial of the charm. He cocked his eyebrows up and looked back at David. “I don’t even have a R in my name…where’d you—?”

David snatched it from his hand. Lucian flinched from the sheer force.

“I don’t know where it came from either.” His voice was low, as if to warn Lucian not to press on the matter. He tossed the jewelry onto the nightstand and laid down beside Lucian, who stared at him blankly. “I love you so much.”

Lucian, slowly beginning to feel the weight of reality again, smiled weakly. “I love you too.”

His arms weren’t open for an embrace, so David forced them to spread apart before wrapping his arms around his waist. Lucian shuddered and firmly pressed his hands against David’s chest as if to tell him to chill out. It didn’t work in his favor as much as he wanted.

Leaving hickeys on his neck and coping another touch or two, David returned to his usual routine. Lucian continued to stare at the jewelry resting on the nightstand, trying to come up with some explanation as to how it ended up stuffed in their mattress like that, but nothing came of it. He knew all too well how it got there — he just didn’t have the heart to believe David would betray him so cruelly.

“Do you want me to stop?”

The words jumbled in his mind like slop as he tried to comprehend what it was he had whispered to him. “…Huh?”

“You’re getting all tense.”

“…I’m okay,” Lucian assured him. He pushed David’s head back into position to kiss him all over, holding him close with eyes full of sorrow. “Mmh…just don’t touch down there again…”

“Okay.”

But even with him setting that boundary, Lucian couldn’t help but feel like he was in a stranger’s embrace.

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“It hurts…!”

Lucian stuck the stun gun into his gaping wound again. The electric shock sent waves of spasms throughout the man’s body as his jaw fell open, his lips unable to hold the access drool that came from his throat. With his thumb on the accelerator, Lucian debated whether to max the device’s power now or wait for a little longer. His agonizing face was enough to give him butterflies.

Pulling away, Lucian rested his back against the chair to relax his aching shoulders. Leaning over all day hadn’t been so kind to him. He watched as the man collapsed to the floor in a puddle of his own blood, panting heavily.

“Why am I doing this?” Lucian hummed.

“I raped my wife,” the man admitted for the hundredth time, hoping to find some mercy by embracing his failure. “I…I know I deserve this, but—!”

“Then stop complaining.”

Blood squirted from the gash in the man’s stomach as he rammed the weapon inside his flesh once more. The pain was so intense that he was unable to make a sound, completely deaf and blind from the electrical stimulation his body obtained. Without context, it appeared he was having a seizure or a stroke — a death too gentle for him. His body continued trembling even after Lucian removed the gun, numb from the state of shock he was in.

Lucian stared at him and felt nothing.

The sound of footsteps from the top of the stairwell brought a smile to Lucian’s face as he wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood up to greet the visitor. The man, still in a state of shock, was unable to move.

With two bags in either hand, full of presents he wanted to give Lucian, Kai made it down the last step with bubbly footing. He twirled around once or twice and Lucian giggled, approaching him to help with the weight of the bags.

“There you are, pretty kitty…” Lucian purred, planting a kiss on his freckled cheek. “I missed you.”

They set the bags down by the huge furnace considering all the tables were already filled up with body parts and weapons. Shortly after freeing his hands, Kai wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, practically jumping on top of him. Lucian held him tightly as he always did.

“You’re all bloody!” Kai giggled, tracing his fingertips along the trail of blood to collect some of it.

With a heavy sigh, Lucian nodded. “Well, I’ve been working on this guy for an hour…”

In response to hearing a referral to his existence, the man’s eyes lifted from the ground. Kai tilted his head and locked eye contact with him, blinking rapidly a few times to take in the whole scene. He then licked the blood from his fingers slowly, approaching the victim with a sly smile.

“Mmh, what kind is it?” Kai bubbled, kneeling in front of him to see his face better. The man tried to hide away by lowering his head, but Kai yanked him by his hair to see his full expression.

“You can ask him,” Lucian said softly. “He knows better than I do.”

Kai smiled. The man shuddered.

“What did you do, huhhh?” His voice was childish, almost endearing as he spoke. And for that reason alone, the man believed him to be more merciful than Lucian.

“H-Help me…” he pleaded airlessly. “Please, please…”

Kai laughed. “Help you? Why would I do that?”

Sobbing hysterically, the man grabbed onto Kai’s knee. It took less than a second for him to pull out a blade and stick it right against his throat.

“Don’t fucking touch me, you manwhore.”

Lucian pouted with his arms folded against his chest tightly. He didn’t step in no matter how much he wanted to — Kai liked playing around like this. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t add onto the conversation.

“Especially since you’re a fucking rapist.”

Kai’s eyes widened. The man hiccuped on his tears.

“A rapist, huh? You raped somebody?”

“His own wife.”

“Wow! You’re such a big shot, huh? You’re so tough! You’re the man, aren’t you?”

In a fleeting moment, words came from the man’s mouth unfiltered. “I didn’t do it, you fucking psychopaths! I didn’t fucking do it! You don’t have any proof! You don’t—!”

Lucian stomped his head into the ground. Holding his head down with his foot, he laughed a little with a crazed look in his eye. “You didn’t do it? That’s not what you were saying before, silly. So which one is it? Did you do it or did you not?”

“I…she wanted it. She wanted it, I-I could tell she wanted it!”

“She was blackout drunk.”

“She wanted it!”

“I’ll tell you this much. I’ve been blackout drunk many, many, many times before. There’s absolutely no way you can consent to anything like that. You don’t know what’s going on and when you do, you can’t do anything to stop it. So no, she didn’t want it and you raped her.”

Lucian released his foot from the back of his head. The man refused to lift it back up.

Yanking it up again, Kai forced him to look at both of them as he laughed like it was a big joke. Lucian’s eyes couldn't have held more hatred in them as he watched the man’s every move.

“Every man should take after you, Lucian. You’re the best.”

That snapped him out of his glare almost immediately. Blushing a little with a smile, Lucian shrugged. “I don’t think so…I’m just doing what anyone else would do…”

“Nah, you’re the best. I love you so much.”

Lucian smiled weakly. “I love you too, Kai.”

“You look sort of sleepy. Sit down, I’ll finish it off, okay?”

With a nod, Lucian rolled his shoulders back with a soft hum. “Okay, baby. I’ll be right here.”

The man felt it before he saw it. With a swift kick into his open ribcage, Kai dug the heel of his combat boot right into his heaving lungs. He shattered another rib from the impact, causing him to lurch forward and vomit. He hadn’t eaten for days, so all that his body was able to regurgitate was stomach acid. That only seemed to piss Kai off more.

“…You’re so silly, Lu.” Kai turned his head slowly to meet Lucian’s gaze. “Why didn’t you take his eyes out first? He doesn’t deserve to look at you.” He leaned forward to whisper in the man’s ear. “Sick bitches like you get boners watching him stab a knife in your belly.”

“Grab whatever you want. I have them all laid out for you.” Lucian pointed in the direction of the weaponry table, watching his boyfriend with a dreamy glint in his eyes. It was exciting to see what he’d grab for the occasion. (Kai had a particular taste in the tools he used depending on the situation.)

The man writhed in his own blood, screaming and extorting his body in every direction in an attempt to escape his binds. Annoying, but they usually were at the end. Lucian sighed lovingly as he watched Kai take his time and play with every weapon. It was like watching a kid in a candy store.

“Bunny, can you do me a lil’ favor?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“Will you hold its head still for me? Pleaseee?”

The dehumanization he used when referring to the rapist bloomed butterflies in his stomach. Obeying without a doubt crossing his mind, Lucian made his way back over, grabbing the guy’s head and kneeling down behind him. He struggled. Lucian’s fingernails sunk into the sides of his face.

From the glimpses Lucian got, he knew the weapon Kai chose was small and shiny. A knife, maybe. But when he pulled it out, Lucian couldn’t have been more surprised.

“A boxcutter?” Lucian laughed with a silly grin. He didn’t mind the struggle of the man at all. “I must’ve accidentally left that over there…”

“It makes it special then. If Lulu used it, I wanna use it too,” Kai purred cheekily. Grabbing the man’s chin, he made eye contact with him for the final time. “Isn’t he so wonderful? Lucian’s just the best.”

He started with his eyes, ripping them out of the sockets in what felt like slow motion. Next he moved to the tongue, the nose, the cheeks, and the ears. Shaving his face off with such an ordinary utensil only made this process more entertaining. The best form of entertainment was Kai’s performance. His slick movements, his sadistic laughter, his facial expressions — Lucian couldn’t take his eyes off him.

Kai stabbed him in the stomach twelve times and in the chest seven times. He was dead long before the last strike was over, but that’s not what either of them were focused on. The penetration of the blade syncing up with the elongated eye contact they shared created a silent sensation within the both of them. Lucian recognized it all too well. He knew Kai probably didn’t understand it.

Blood stained Lucian’s porcelain skin head to toe as he released the corpse and wrapped his arms around himself, almost as if to hide from Kai’s gaze. It was a useless gesture.

“You’re so cute, Lulu. C’mere.”

Kai grabbed him by the chin, gently squishing his cheeks. Lucian struggled to look him in the eyes, blushing profusely. They kissed as Lucian stood up, wrapping his arms around Kai’s shoulders to steady himself. When he felt Kai poke the tip of the blade against the tender flesh of his stomach, however, he tensed up a little and backed away. It took less than a second for Kai to stop pursuing him, dropping the boxcutter and directing his attention to Lucian’s feelings.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” He lowered his hands to play with the bottom of his shirt, evidently embarrassed. “I guess I’m just not in the mood right now…I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, honey.”

Lucian fell in love with him all over again. For some reason, those words made Lucian feel happier than ever before. He wasn’t sure why. Kai had always been this sweet and understanding — it wasn’t a first. But even then, he still hadn’t learned to become accustomed to the feeling.

Kai kissed him again. Lucian giggled into it.

Pulling away, Kai held both his hands lovingly, caressing them with his thumbs. “Let’s go upstairs. I wanna wash your hair out this time. Pleaaase?”

Lucian blinked a few times before realizing how bloody they both were. Laughing a little, he nodded and followed him up the steps.

“As long as I can wash your hair, kitty.”

“I like it when you wash my hair. You scratch my head really nice.”

“If you stop tearing off your fingernails, you could scratch it yourself, silly…”

“Naaah. It’s too much fun. And it feels better when you do it anyway.”

“Kaiii…”

“I’ll rub your shoulders for you, too.”

Lucian sighed lovingly. “Would you, baby?”

“Mhmmm. As long as I can get a little taste.”

With soft laughter, Lucian batted his eyelashes dreamily. “As always.”