this is all aylos fault
okay that's a lie this idea is partially my fault as well shhh-
but like look actual motivation oh wow
and ik I have requests pending and I will get those out e v e n t u a l l y you just gotta bare with me
tws: murder, blood, blood lust, graphic descriptions of stabbings and dismemberment, slight blood fetish???, being turned on by murder/violence, making out, very intense unchristian eye contact, neck kissing, implied sex, graphic imagery, technically cannabalism, sexual title used (puppy)-
seriously this is like disturbing
To say that the four individuals where psycopaths was the understatement of the century.
None of them had any idea how and when it had started, that thirst for violence, longing the feeling of power that came with taking another's life.
While both of these couples are equally disturbing, let's start with the less intense pair of killers. Roman and Janus.
The two where such a likely and unlikely pair all at once. Roman, wanted serial killer, ex prince, fled from his kingdom. And Janus, world renounced thief and pickpocket, ex hitman, ex assassin.
At the first meeting, the two personalities met and collided in delicious ways. Janus, the shameless flirt with blood stained hands and a smirk that'd bring anyone to their knees, and had had Roman captivated the moment he laid eyes on the devilishly handsome thief. Roman, the disgraced prince with a wicked grin and unmatched talent with a sword.
Sexual tension ensued instantly, broken after barely a week by the two, hopeless for the other, pressing eachother into walls and against any surface they could find, marking their territory with hickeys, bite marks and bruises. Whispered confessions of attraction, then fondness, then love.
Then the murders ensued. The two on the hunt, slaughtering rapists, other killers and bigots.
Standing before the corpse, Roman could help but feel proud of himself, the chest of this particular victim had been brutally slashed open, he'd been carelessly stabbed over a dozen times and the thief and ex prince where splattered in blood.
"Well done, baby," grinned the thief, voice deliciously low and dangerous in that way that made Roman shudder in delight.
"Thank you, my darling," he purred, blood soaked hands moving to his lovers jaw, tracing his fingers over the curves of his jawline, blood smearing along Janus's pale skin. The thiefs hands moved to his husband's waist, pressing the slightly taller against him, watching the others eyes sparkle in a grin.
"It's a well deserved congratulations," the thief hummed, Roman grinning against his mouth, both hands smearing blood against the other, wandering across eachothers torso.
And suddenly, as quick as the kill that had taken place, their mouths where pressed together and they where kissing roughly, Janus's hands fisting into Roman's blood coated shirt, tugging the disgraced prince with him and slamming him into the wall, feeling Roman grin into his mouth.
We can leave these two killers to it for now, because you can probably guess what this scenario will lead to. Yes it is sex. Well done, you're so smart.
Next up, the both less and more intense and disturbing couple, Patton and Virgil.
Virgil was an ex cult leader turned mass murderer. He was a thorough and precise killer, careful and meticulous. Patton, who was a bit messier, was an ex stalker, and ex hitman, he and Janus had worked in the same agency, and was good because he was so innocent and cute, and a terrific actor and liar, nobody wanted to convict him. The way he laughed and giggled while slitting throats and chests open drives Virgil insane.
Now, technically, these two are cannibals. But they don't like that word, so they don't claim to be. And it's not like it's actual flesh. Just blood.
Their kills are very intense. Patton, with his curly hair and freckles, looked just so innocent, but the way he kills is far from. He barely used knives, and any he does are curved or blunted or rigged. But mainly, he goes in hands first, plunging hands into incisions, physically ripping people apart and laughing as they scream. And it drives Virgil crazy with desire.
After a particularly brutal kill, the two of them where splattered in hot, fresh blood, it still dripping off Patton's palms. The smallers arms draped around Virgil's neck, who's hands came to rest on Patton's back.
Patton's hands cupped Virgil's cheeks and jaw, blood smearing down his face and neck, making the murderer shudder. A thumb came to rest on Virgil's lower lip, smudging blood across it. Patton thumbed across Virgil's soft lips for a moment before Virgil's mouth opened slightly and his finger slid in.
Virgil's eyes fluttered shut, going half lidded at the taste of the blood. Patton's thumb was clean rather quickly, and with a small mumble of "more, please," So where two more fingers on his right hand.
Drawing them out, Patton's mouth moved slowly to Virgil's neck, tongue dragging across the pale skin and making Virgil shiver pleasureably. Patton worked slowly, teasingly up his neck, cleaning the ex cult leaders neck of the fresh blood. Patton looked up, crimson across his lips, and Virgil's mouth was against his in an instant, tasting and relishing in the blood on and in the others mouth.
The two parted minutes later, panting softly and holding onto eachother, blood from Patton's hands dripping onto Virgil's clothes and vice versa. Patton's blue eyes met Virgil's dark ones.
"Home? Please, need you."
"Of course, puppy."
