#Patches! hes a cute little brown dog with floppy ears and long legs

[thatcanadianfangirl]

Psychopath’s Weakness -Part 7-

Dylan O’Brien X Phoenix

Requested: yes/no

Plot: Racing with an attractive guy who drives a Camaro, Phoenix didn’t expect to end up in the hands of a cold blood killer.

Word Count: 1,370 and counting

Warnings: flesh being pulled together, blood,

A/N: As promised the draft to part 7 is posted, this is not edited. I would of finished it, but I have no idea what to write next. not my gif, also feedback is welcome.

I pushed the disinfected needle through two pieces of torn flesh. Plastic thread following in suit as I started to patch up Dylan’s gash. I had cleaned up his deep cut before hand. Vaguely and gently dragging a cloth doused in alcohol  around and over the wound. Earning a few cursers from Dylan as his open wound burned like hell wanted to rise.

His skin still a feverish pink, most of the discharge wiped away. Though deep red blood sat in the valley of his cut. I was nervous about stitching his wound, I’ve never done it before. I felt confident after remember all the times I’ve watch my mother stitch my brother.

Dylan laid on his stomach, folding his arms on his pillow to support his head a little more. His head turned to the right as his eyes stayed closed. A beautiful view of his scattered moles, almost like a constellation of stars.  I sat in an intimate position. Each leg on either side of him as I straddled the small of his back. Leaning over to reach the gash with enough space to move.

Dylan seemed surprisingly calm as I pierced his skin, pulling his teared flesh together again. Almost as if he enjoyed it even, I wouldn't be stunned at this rate. He confused me more my younger brother ever did. And that's saying something.

Slightly turning my head to the left, Zeus watched me as he laid on the bigger side of Dylan’s bed. His head laying on his paws gazing at my every movement. Floppy ears brought to the middle of his noggin, prepared to hear a scream from Dylan. I gulped slightly uncomfortable with Zeus at the moment. 

“I think Zeus wants me for dinner.” I say, starting a simple conversation.

“What makes you say that?” His voice a little groggy as if he was almost sleeping and I ruined it. “Well he’s looking at me as if he’s say ‘Hurt him, I dare you.’” I said the last part in what I think Zeus would sound like if he could talk. Deep, husky, and smooth.

He chuckled deeply having it vibrate through his body and hitting my core. I shivered ever so slightly, my sexual frustration building up stronger. “You’re cute.” He comments, why does he do that?

he makes it so obvious he’s attracted to me, it frustrates me because I’m holding back. He leaves small compliments like it’s nothing, I remind myself he had the curtesy to chain me in the basement. Soon the sweet words vanished like nothing. I ignored him and focused back on my stitching, my tongue stick out of my mouth in concentrating.

A few silent moments gave me time to pull the thread, forcing the end of the cut to close. Guiding the needle through loops for a secure knot, not wanting it to slip during his healing process. I had made the stitching tighter than it should be, so it could have a faster healing time.

I held the needle as far as it could get from the closed gash. Placing my other hand on his ribcage, I slowly moved myself up his body. Feeling a groan vibrate from underneath me, I settled on his waist.

Ignoring Dylan  I leaned in closer to the looped end. Taking the thread into my mouth and cutting it with my teeth, taking the thread away and dropping it to the ground. Both my hands coming to rest on his back in front of me, “Okay I’ve finished the stitching, but I’ll have to disinfect it every now and again. Cause if it gets infected, we fucked and you’ll have to go to the hospital. Other than that just sleep on you stomach to avoid it touching anything, and you're good.” I said as if I was a real nurse.

I wasn't wanting to be a human nurse, more of an animal doctor. I slide myself off his  back slowly and onto his bed, laying on my back curing my soreness. From being leaned over for so long. I moaned as if it was the most amazing feeling, closing my eyes I took in the soft bed.

Laying be-tween the two males became a little squishy after a few seconds. Especially since Zeus decided to lay his head on my ribcage. weighing on my body vaguely, but effectively.  Gosh I swear this dog has the same characteristics as Dylan does. I was hoping he was the only humane thing about this place, but the universe isn't on my side right now.

As the days go by I felt less and less terrified of Dylan, and it wasn't just because he’s weak. The more I think about it, I’m brought back to when I started feeling like this. It took a bit of just laying in bed and thinking over our bipolar relationship.

The kiss.

Dylan’s cry for humanity, was I suppose to push him away? Now I’m getting myself confused with this complex situation. Of course I was suppose to push him away. He’s the psychopath who keeps you in his house, for humane company. He’s nothing more than that, and I have to remind myself every day. 

we’ re changing as the quick days pass, there’s nothing I can do. Except ignore it and bury myself in Netflix series he has on the living room tv.

“Dylan?” I asked, sounding more innocent than I intended to. He stir beside me softly as I continued to stare at the white ceiling.  Remembering he no longer can lay on his back, he stirred back onto his stomach with a small grunt.

“Yes?” He responded with a question. I lip curved just the slightest from his noticeable curiosity. Feeling his soft brown eyes dart to the closest area to making eye contact. I stayed silent overthinking the question I was going to ask him. I gently turn my head to the left, letting my eyes finally connect with his.

Soon my eyes started wandering along his face, trying to count every mole that set on him. They somehow made him more pleasing to the eye, his dark hair was the most deepest brown, cause at this moment it looked black. It had gotten longer from the first time I saw him. Still silky as if I could feel it for myself and reached just below his ear.

His face was not as smooth as if was just a week ago. Tiny dark stubbles took up half his face, I kind of liked it like that. But as soon as he got back on his feet he’d shave it. He’s never had a stubble before now, I assumed he could never grow one, I was proved wrong.

“As much as I love watching you admire my face, I believe you had a question.” Dylan spoke, breaking the silence. My eyes were brought back to his honey eyes after looking at the last detail of his face. I fought the blush that tried to make it’s self be known.

“I wasn't admiring your face, I was...pointing out your flaws.” I said with less confidence as I tried to cover my tracks.

“Sure you weren't Mustang, But please ask away.” His voice was sly as a playful smirk plastered it’s self on his face.

“Who are you?” I asked with pure seriousness, my eyebrows furrowed together at my question. His smirk dropping telling me playtime was over now, “Why would you ask something like that?”

“Because I want to know what I’m dealing with.” I shrug as if it was the most normal question out there.

“I’m a murder and thief, the people I kill are class A criminals. Some of them may be innocent, but I kill whoever my clients want me to in return for their rich bucks. The things I’m offered to fetch are rare and valuable, worth millions. Your mustang just happened to be one of them.”  He spoke so carefully not wanting to miss a word, probably wondering if I’d jump out the window the next chance I got.

“So you’re like dead shot?” I asked

He chuckled with a lingering smile, “You could say something like that.”