Is Love Worth Rolling For? (King Dice X Devil Fanfic)

Decker

Laying a large, velvet bed, Dice and Devil laid there after some heated sex. Dice was in Devil's arms, stroking the fur on his chest. Devil purrs as he rubs Dice's back. Then grumbled, turning Dice's face to him.

"Decker?" Ask Devil. Dice furrowed his eyebrows and frowns deeply. Devil can tell he doesn't like that name.

"I rather not talk about it..." Gruffly said Dice, facing away for Devil. Devil hugs him from behind.

"No secrets, tell me Dice..."

"...Fine...when I was a kid-

I didn't live a normal life. Instead, it was a constant struggle. It was me, four brothers, three sisters, my momma, and daddy. I'm the youngest of  the bunch. We were living like poor folks... Struggling to maintain a home... I always got picked on by my older siblings. My family colors were black, red, and yellow. I was the only white one. Even so, my daddy thought my momma cheated on with with another man and beaten me. I never like to stay home, so I'd run far away to where our casino is now. It used to be just dark and ugly. But it was my safe place. Eventually I had to go home. And of course I'd get my punishment. I never made friends, to scared to do so. One time my first brother tried to drown me... He went to prison for it. Never saw him again. My momma started drinking, daddy played poker a lot, and my other siblings did whatever they felt like. I would sometimes go to bed without eating supper... When I was 12, my eldest sister locked me in her closet, since she had to babysit me, and fuck her boyfriend right on her bed; forgetting that I was there. That when I knew what sex was. At fourteen, I was pick-pocketing, drinking, smoking, and fucked many girls. But I was still being beaten by my daddy. One night he was drunk enough to wonder in my room and rape there. It hurt a lot. I couldn't stop him. And this continued for months. He didn't love my momma no more, but loved to fuck me like a bitch. At 16, that one night, I took our sharpest knife from our kitchen and went into my siblings' rooms. Majority were drunk off their asses, so I didn't worry about them fighting back. I slit their throats slowly, making sure they suffered. After that, I went to my parents' room. I climbed on top of my father and stabbed him countless times, yelling for him to die. My mother watched in horror as I was soaked in that pig's blood. She knew I was coming for her. She took me to the bathroom and filled the tub. She stripped and laid in the warm water. She told me that even with all I've done, she'll still love me. I took her arms and cut deeply into them. I watched her bleed out. I felt nothing. Later I burnt the house down and ran away, in the outskirts of downtown. Living like a greedy, reckless bum... Until-

"You found me and made me the way I am now. Do I regret killing them? No, but I don't have any other family... What I do miss is my child innocence..." Dice sighed and looked at Devil. Devil gazed at Dice in shock and awe.

"That's...deeply fucked up, Dice... But I wouldn't have met you if you didn't do such sinful things.." Devil leans kiss and lightly kisses Dice. Dice snuggled closer to Devil, feeling his warmth.

"I still want to kill that mug."

"I know, but we can't afford to do so, his brother will come and try to kick our asses again..."

"But he know too much.."

"I'll deal with it, don't worry ~"