#malachai boardman x amos

[what-if-laconic-was-freaky]

Children of the corn fanfic that nobody asked for.

warnings/tags/whatever: Malachai x Amos, smut, oral sex, anal sex, ice skating, they have sex on the ice, bondage I think, Amos is freaky fr, my extremely cringe first writing, written in my notes app so formatting is terrible

"Amos is almost ready to sacrifice himself to He Who Walks Behind the Rows! Are you ready, Malachai?"

Malachai looked at Isaac, the mastermind of the operation. "Yeah," he replied. Unsatisfied, he slashed at the corn with his machete. Something about the notion of Amos leaving made a pit grow in his stomach.

"Are you thinking impure thoughts, Malachai?"

Malachai skipped a beat. What did he mean by that? He didn't think of Amos in *that* way.

"You and Amos are close acquaintances, Malachai, but Amos' sacrifice is necessary. Don't let your friendship lead to sacrilege."

Malachai eased up, letting out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, but he tensed right back up when he saw Amos walking towards him, blood dripping down his chest. Malachai drew in a sharp breath as the sanguine stream lined Amos' toned abs.

"I'm ready for my sacrifice!" Amos practically chirped with joy. He stepped closer to Malachai, and the two of then stared at each other for a short second as Malachai looked up and down Amos, with his gaze coming to rest on his crotch before he violently shook his head. It was time to tie Amos up. Amos lay down on the corn stalk cross and eagerly looked up at Malachai. Malachai bit his lip and grabbed the rope. He started with his left arm. He pulled hard and tied Amos just a little too tight, causing the man to grunt. Malachai became lightheaded at the sound, feeling blood rush to his cock. Malachai yelped as he tried to jump away, desperately hoping Amos hadn't felt the bulge in his pants. "You alright, Malachai?" Amos asked, extending a hand to help him up. Malachai wasn't sure if he could keep himself composed if Amos touched him. Thankfully -- or, maybe, disappointingly -- he didn't have to find out.

"OUTLANDERS!" Shouted Isaac. "GET THEM! BRING THEM TO BE SACRIFICED!"

Malachai watched as everyone feverishly scattered. He looked down and realized Amos had lain back down on the cross.

"Are you going to put me up, Malachai?" Amos asked. The pentagram cut into his chest was starting to scab, but the smell of metal hung in the air.

"Not yet," Malachai grunted. "We're gonna go find the outlanders."

"Aw, damn." Jesus, he's so eager. Malachai shook his head in an attempt to refocus.

The two of them walked through the abandoned city. Everyone else had gone several blocks away, and the surroundings were quiet.

"What's this building?" Amos asked, pointing to a large grey warehouse.

Malachai was puzzled. "I'm not sure. We'd better check inside."

Malachai opened the door and was hit by a blast of cold air. He looked around.

"Looks like an ice rink," Malachai said. "I guess Gatlin used to have a hockey team."

"What was our mascot? Corn?" Amos joked. Despite the temperature of his surroundings, Malachai's face felt hot. The two of them walked over to the edge of the rink, where several pairs of skates were sitting.

"Let's go skating together!" Amos chirped happily, as if the city wasn't in a state of near crisis.

"Uh, alright." Malachai was stunned as the words left his mouth. He pulled on a pair of hockey skates and quickly laced them, then looked at Amos.

"Figure skates? What are you, a fag?"

"Maybe." Amos said. Malachai's eyes widened.

Amos was the first to try out the ice, curiously stepping on it. Unsurprisingly, he fell over pretty quickly. "Whoa!'

Malachai rolled his eyes. He skated over and helped Amos up. "Here, let me hold you." Malachai held Amos' hand and they skated to center of the rink. Inevitably, Amos fell to the ground and brought Malachai with him.

"It's cold on here!" Amos exclaimed. Before Malachai could think about what he was doing, he hoisted himself on top of Amos' chest.

"You're pressing me farther into the ice, Malachai!" Amos said, and he looked right into Malachai's eyes. Then they paused, looking each other. Malachai's cock was painfully hard, and Amos could definitely feel it now. There was no going back. Malachai leaned over and kissed him roughly. Amos winced and pulled away.

"He Who Walks Behind the Rows would not approve of this! This is not what we worship!" Amos liked it, though. He was starting to get hard himself.

"Let me worship your body, Amos."

Upon hearing those words, Amos collapsed, and Malachai started kissing him again, moving down his chest to where the pentagram had been carved. Malachai kissed him there, giving enough pressure to make it hurt just right. Amos moaned and pulled off Malachai's clothes.

"Malachai. Sacrifice me." Amos pleaded.

"What?" Malachai said, pausing his kisses.

"Carve me."

"You sure?"

"*Yes.*"

Malachai shifted off Amos' chest and sat on the ice, awkwardly using his skates to recarve the pentagram into his chest, reopening skin that had scabbed over. "Malachai," Amos sighed, breathing heavily. Malachai got back on top of Amos and licked the fresh blood off his wound. Malachai reveled in the irony taste in his mouth. He wanted to taste more. He felt the cold of the ice and remembered Amos wasn't wearing anything under the robe. Malachai ripped the brown fabric away from Amos' crotch and revealed his erect cock, precum dripping down the shaft. He stroked it up to the head and twisted his hand just a bit, causing Amos to whimper. Malachai smirked. "Circumcised, just what He Who Walks Behind the Rows wants." Malachai ducked down and engulfed Amos' length in his mouth and throat. He went up and down, feeling Amos' hips jerk as he worked his tongue around the tip.

"Malachai!-" Amos cried. With one final hip movement, Amos came right at the back of Malachai's throat. Amos shuddered, partially with the intensity of his orgasm and partially with the cold of the ice he was pressed against. Malachai wasn't done with him yet, though. He used his strength to roll Amos on his back, and started kissing his thighs. Amos' legs went weak from the stimulation, but Malachai hoisted him up and kissed all the way up his legs. "You're so beautiful, Amos." Malachai sighed, pushing his cock into Amos' anus.

"Keep going," Amos moaned. Malachai thrust deeper into Amos' prostate, causing him to shudder and moan.

"Amos," Malachai moaned. "I can't- I'm gonna-"

Malachai was cut short as a moan was pushed out of his mouth and he emptied himself into Amos' hole.

Malachai pulled out, breathing heavily. The ice had added an aspect of pain to intensify their pleasure, but it was too cold to lie on for much longer. Malachai grabbed Amos' robe and wrapped the two of them in it so they were no longer in direct contact with the ice.

"You feel so good, Amos." Malachai said once he wasn't breathing so heavily.

"You make *me* feel so good," Amos replied. "Please never get off me."

"We have to get off the ice at some point. We can't stay warm forever." Malachai said.

"We can sure as hell try." Amos pulled Malachai into a kiss.

"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you."

[what-if-laconic-was-freaky]

Another children of the corn fic!!!

Tags/warnings/whatever: malachai boardman x Amos, malamos, smut, I need a better ship name, unprotected sex, mutual masturbation, anal sex, BDSM, edging, knife sex, I'm sure there's a word for it but I forgot, Amos has a murder kink (he freaky fr), don't worry nobody dies though, AU where they both live, I'm still not great at writing

The sky was an inky black, interrupted occasionally by the striking contrast of a white hot lightning bolt. Rain pelted the ground, producing an impenetrable fog. It was the perfect night to watch a scary movie.

Amos and Malachai were on the couch together, anxiously munching their popcorn as they waited for the killer to appear. It was only a matter of time-- the characters in these movies never make good decisions. *sssshhhhkk.* A quick slash to the throat and the victim was dead. They didn't even have time to scream.

Amos sighed. He was so, so happy to have escaped the cornfield with Malachai. Everyone else saw him as a heartless, cold-blooded killer. But Amos saw him as a person worthy of love. Malachai was good with blades, yes-- and Amos loved that about him. Malachai could plunge his machete into Amos' stomach any time he wanted.

"Amos," Malachai interrupted his thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Are you enjoying the movie?"

"Yes! It's great. Fantastic cinematography."

Malachai smirked. "Sure, that's the reason." Malachai worked his hand up Amos' crotch and squeezed the hardness that was beginning to form. Amos gasped. Malachai hoisted himself on top of Amos and grinded against him.

"Malachai," Amos moaned. "Would you kill me if I asked you to?"

"Hmmm." Malachai scratched his chin as if he was deep in thought. "No. I love you too much." Malachai started grinding against Amos more roughly, pausing to unbutton his shirt. "Plus, you can't cum when you're dead."

"I don't know. They say heaven is pretty great, right?"

Malachai sighed and reached over to grab his machete. "I don't think that's where we're going, Amos." Malachai left a shallow cut against Amos' throat, and Amos felt warmth pooling in his stomach.

"Cut me deeper, Malachai," Amos breathed.

"I can't, you idiot."

"Please?"

"No. You'll die."

"But I'll cum!"

"You'll cum when I say you can cum." Malachai snaked his hand into Amos' pants and stroked his cock to exquisite hardness. Right before Amos was put over the edge, Malachai pulled his hand away, bringing a string of precum with it. Malachai rolled Amos over before unbuttoning Amos' pants and sticking his fingers in his ass. Amos whimpered.

"You like it when it hurts, don't you?" Malachai shoved his fingers deeper before abruptly pulling out and filling Amos with his cock. Malachai thrusted forward, making Amos whimper with pain and pleasure. 

"Malachai..."

Malachai thrusted faster and more aggressively until the pressure was unbearable. He pulled out and groaned as he came all over Amos' stomach.

"Can I come now, Malachai?"

Malachai, breathing heavily, brushed his fingers over the tip of Amos' cock. Amos gasped and came instantly, shooting a stream of cum onto the couch. His legs gave out and he collapsed.

"Amos. You're all dirty." Despite being covered in cum and blood, Amos was in utter bliss.

"Come on. Let's get cleaned up." Malachai smirked. "I'll take a shower with you."