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Could we get a crack fic where Astaroth is having that ADHD thing where nothing is interesting, and ze REALLY WANTS to fuck with Cassael, but like ze also really doesn't, and it's REALLY ANNOYING

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tw angel/demon stuff, captivity, murder mention, cannibalism mention, noncon mention

Astaroth was tapping a clawed finger against zyr thigh. It was unbearable, this boredom. Ze was full of pent-up energy, zyr belly still full from yesterday's feast. Ze had gone out hunting, and the smaller demon's terror and flesh was probably the best ze'd had in a good while. Ze was well-fed, well-rested, and all ze wanted was to... do. Something. Anything.

Ze sighed heavily, glancing at zyr pet in the corner. The poor thing tensed up immediately when they realised they were being watched, curling up further with a soft rattle of their chains. Ze had gotten the restraints just for the fun of it, but now the sound was just grating on zyr nerves. Should ze let the idea go? Should ze just rely on the bonding?

Whatever zyr zoned out face looked like, it must've been absolutely terrifying, because the angel slowly started to tremble. They didn't make a peep, not after last time, but they clearly wanted to.

Ze looked away and leaned back in zyr seat. Such dumb thoughts. Thinking about different methods of restraining zyr pet was definitely not satisfying zyr need to do, but the annoying thing was that ze had no idea what would. Ze didn't want to go out and hunt again, ze'd just done that. Ze didn't want to pop into the castle to bother the nobles either; if ze were human, ze would've probably gotten a headache just from imagining their stupid bickering.

Ze turned zyr head back towards the angel, making them yelp this time. They were so pathetic. They would be really fun to play with. Ze thought ze wanted to play with them, in fact.

But as soon as ze went a bit further and thought about standing up from zyr seat, it all just became a hassle. That was fine, ze didn't need to stand up.

"Hey, Tweety. Come here."

The angel obeyed instantly, their body moving on its own. The chain had enough slack to allow them to walk right over, settling in the demon's lap at a simple, vague gesture. No questions. No protests.

Ze ran a hand down their side, enjoying the soft skin under zyr fingertips. Ze pressed down, hard enough to draw some blood, expecting the scent to interest zyr at least a little. It failed to do so. "I'm going to be honest," ze muttered. "I'm awful fucking bored."

The angel didn't move a muscle in response. They swallowed thickly, most likely wondering what that meant for them. Fuck if ze knew. Usually ze had a plan, some sort of purpose with which ze was moving. Now ze was touching them all over absentmindedly, trying to see whether any one movement would awaken some sort of inspiration in zyr.

"And the worst thing," ze went on, unbothered by the angel's pounding heart and shallow breaths, "is that I want to do shit. Like, I want to do something cool, something interesting, something that'll get rid of this fucking boredom! But I just don't fucking know what!" ze groaned. "And it's so annoying! Nothing is cool and interesting right now!"

Ze grabbed onto the chain connecting zyr angel's collar to the ground, yanking them down for a rough kiss. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good, and it definitely wasn't interesting. Should ze try to fuck them again? That had been fun before. It seemed like nothing would be fun ever again.

"Forget it," ze grumbled, pushing them onto the floor and waving them away. "Go back to your little corner or whatever. Guess I'll just fucking die of boredom."

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lezzybugo3o · 6 years

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(Finally finished this fic after who knows how long. Anyways, I wanna thank @madamecricket and @motivationalsharkprince for giving me the inspiration to write this out, based on this post. Hope you all like it!)

Warning: Story contains mentions of blood, dismemberment, slight swearing, and animal abuse. If these elements are too uncomfortable for you, please DO NOT read.

The sun was setting among the Lanaryu region as two Hylian men made their way across a bridge. Noren panted as he wiped the sweat from his brow, both from the humidity and the anger he was feeling. His foot still hurt from a young Hylian girl stomping on it after she refused his advances. “That little bitch…” he growled. “If I ever see her again, I'll slit her throat! And then I'll skewer her boyfriend with my sword!”

“Oh give it a rest, Noren,” Gori chided. “We'll get her next time. In the meantime, we gotta think about our next move. We're running low on cash and I don't know about you, but I don't wanna run into any monsters.”

Noren nodded and thought about it. Sure, they could find a monster camp and pick them off one by one, harvesting the remains, but that would take time and there weren't many camps around to raid. He rested his hand on his chin to think.

“You boys need help?”

The two Hylians looked up to a glowing tower to find the owner of the new voice. He looked like a dark figure… literally. His clothes were as dark as the night itself and his eyes shone red, giving a stark contrast to his dark grey complexion. He looked like a Hylian and yet, there was something off about him. The figure jumped off the tower to face Noren and Gori.

“Who the hell are you, freak?” wondered Noren, wary of the stranger.

The dark Hylian gave a mock hurt look, complete with a hand to the chest. “Freak? Gentlemen, you wound me so. And here I was going to let you in on a juicy secret.”

“Secret? Whatcha mean?” Gori asked, interested.

“Heh. I suppose I can tell you both out of the goodness of my heart. All things considered… you can call me Dark,” the young man grinned as he said this, but it was a rather creepy grin.

Noren raised an eyebrow in confusion. “That your real name or did you come up with that yourself?”

Dark just scoffed. “Like yours are any better. Anyways, I was just hanging around when I heard you two were looking for some quick cash-in.” He leaned in a bit close. “I might be able to help you on that. Ever heard of Zora’s Domain?”

“...We’re listening,” Noren answered, now intrigued.

“Legend has it there’s a neat treasure there that once belonged to a king. So far, nobody’s claimed it.” He smirked towards them. “It might just be your lucky day.”

“How do we know you’re not just pulling our leg?” Noren asked, still skeptical.

As if being one step ahead, Dark pulled out a slightly dusty Shiekah Slate and showed the two a picture of a dark-colored treasure chest in the middle of what looked like a throne. “Satisfied? There’s no one there anymore so it’s easy pickings.”

Gori stepped forward and pointed to Dark’s chest. “How come you never picked it up yourself?”

“Because I don’t need material things to keep me happy. Now skedaddle on to that treasure. It’s waiting for you~”

“Alright, alright. We’re going! Let’s get walking, Gori.”

Gori’s eyes shimmered with anticipation for that treasure. “Oh boy, just think of what’ll be in that box. We’re gonna eat like kings after this!”

“Oh you won’t be the only ones…” Dark chuckled to himself before slipping into the forest.

After several battles with monsters and braving the rain, Noren and Gori finally made their way to the entrance of Zora’s Domain. The structure of the palace was covered in green algae and the luminous stone that made up the walls and pillars no longer had its bright luster. There also seemed to be no sign of any natives around the area. The Hylian men walked on cautiously in case something or someone was hiding in the shadows.

Gori shivered as he walked. “This place is giving me the creeps. Let’s just find that treasure and get the hell out of here.”

Noren nodded, agreeing. “Yeah, no kidding. Gaah, but it would have been nice if that dark brat told where exactly it was. Though if I remember correctly, he said it’d be up on the king’s throne.”

With that, the two of them headed to the abandoned throne where the Zora King once stood. Rumors say that he was killed by one of his own people. Others say he died of a broken heart upon hearing the news of his daughter’s death. Whatever the reason, Gori and Noren didn’t care at all as they walked up to the throne. Lo and behold, there was a medium-sized treasure box that looked slightly rusted.

“Aw, yes! We find it, Gori! We actually found it!” He walked towards the chest greedily when suddenly a black cat perched herself on top of the chest. She meowed at the pair as if daring them to get closer, her tail swishing side to side.

Gori stepped back a bit. “Hey uh, Noren? I got a thing about cats, so uh, think you could get this puss away?”

“Tch, if this is what the Zoras consider treasure security, it’s no wonder they all left this dump.” He swatted his hand at the cat in an attempt to scare the animal away. “Get off of here! Go on! Shoo!” The black feline only swatted at the Hylian with a yowl and hissed threateningly at the pair. “Ahh, fuck this!” Noren growled as he stepped up and then kicked the cat away hard, making her fly into one of the nearby pillars with a pained cry. “Hmph, stupid animal.” He knelt down and broke the lock off the chest. The Hylian man wasted no time in lifting the lid, but opening it… he and Gori were met with confusion and disappointment. There was no glint of treasure, but rather… a small piece of paper with some writing on it. Noren picked it up and read the note. “‘You should not have come here?’ The hell does that mean?!” He crumpled the paper and growled. “When I find that smug little bastard, I’ll-”

His threat was then cut off by Gori’s whimpering and shivering. “N-N-Noren, d-d-don’t look behind you…” “What the hell are you on about, Gori?” He then heard a rather animalistic growl, one that made his blood turn to ice. He looked towards where the sound came from and saw a large bulky red Zora with scars littering his body and an expression that was ready to kill. Noren quickly stood up and pulled out a sword. “What the hell is that thing?!”

They both then heard a laugh from the side. Out from the shadows came Dark petting the same cat that Noren had kicked. “That ‘thing’ happens to be hungry~” “You little shit! When I get my hands on you, I’m gonna-” His threat was cut short when he felt a sharp pain on his arm. Noren immediately turned his gaze to the source of the pain and his eyes widened in terror as there was a fleshy stump, dripping blood where an arm used to be. His scream was a mixture of pain and fear, but the beast quickly shut him up by sinking his teeth into the Hylian’s neck.

Gori stood frozen in fear as he watched his friend be mauled to bits by this monster. He then tried to run off, hoping the Zora would be too busy with his first victim. It was no use as one of his arms was caught in a bone-crushing grip and he was shoved to the ground. He barely got an idea of what happened when the Zora suddenly chomped on to his stomach and the man let out a blood-curdling scream.

Dark merely sat back and watched in glee as the beast ate his fill. After some time, he set the cat down and walked over to the Zora. “Sorry to keep you waiting, Sidon. I had some trouble finding gullible idiots to come explore the domain.”

Sidon just licked the blood off his lips and grunted in reply. He then felt the cat rub up on his leg and the Zora gave her a gentle pet on the head as if thanking her for playing her part. Sidon picked her up carefully and nuzzled her fur, incredibly grateful that she wasn’t hurt any worse than what that awful Hylian did.

Dark snickered at the scene. “You are something else, babe. One minute you’re tearing up Hylians, the next you’re babying our cat.”

Sidon just huffed and rolled his eyes in annoyance, then pulled the Hylian in close with his free hand and pressed his lips hard onto Dark’s. The smaller man offered no resistance as he kissed back hungrily, wanting the taste of his lover on his tongue. Sidon then pulled back and lightly bit at Dark’s neck, drawing out a slight moan from him.

“Mmmm, damn. I think you’re hungry for something else, aren’t you?” he teased the large Zora.

Sidon merely gave a husky chuckle and growled into Dark’s ear, “You’re mine and mine alone, my dark pearl.”

Dark smirked and rested his forehead on Sidon’s. “You’re right about that, babe… and I’ll always provide for you.”

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To Love A Killer (Serial Killer! Markus x Simon.) (Chapter Five.)

Authors Note- Aaaand here we are with chapter 5.... I have nothing to say, other than to tell you that this chapter will feature such things as blood, gore, torture, mutilation, dismemberment, and death. As well as two dudes kissing, and the implied smut that will take place in the next chapter. If nothing listed here is your cup of tea then this is where we part ways, but I will remember our time fondly. Now that we got that out of the way here is Chapter Five of To Love A Killer.

P.S. Also I know nothing about the art world or art in general so...yeah...

Chapter Five: The Secrets I keep

“P-Please, stop. just stop...” she pleaded, looking up at him, blood dribbled down her face from the x-shaped cuts Markus had left on her cheeks, she sat naked before him after he had moved her into an old wooden rocking chair, binding her wrists and feet to it before moving to the untouched canvas behind him. “Please, just let me go, I’ll give you anything you want.” She pleaded again.

“You’re already giving me what I want.” Markus commented, his eyes glued to his canvas, arms crossed. “You are giving the inspiration I need to finish my work.” Turning away from the canvas he looked to her.

Most of the damage he had done to her had been concentrated to her face, blood trickled down her face and neck to her bare breasts and stomach. But... Markus worried at his bottom lip, it still wasn’t enough. But then again, it never seemed to be enough for him, no matter how much suffering his muses endured.

She looked up at him confusion shining in her eyes as she watched him approach. “Wh-what do you mean?” she asked, struggling in her seat.

Receiving no answer she watched as he moved towards the tray, that sat beside her. Assorted blades and other such things one used to inflict pain on people sat on top of it. A medical scalpel soaked in her own blood stared glinted in the light as he picked it up once more. Moving towards her a cruel smile formed on his lips as he dragged the blade across the skin on her thigh.

A pained cry escaped her lips as blood trickled down her thigh, staining the seat beneath her.

“It’s odd,” Markus commented, impervious to her screams, as he sliced into her flesh again, and again as if in some trance, eyes fixed on the gashes on her legs, watching as blood welled in the wounds. “I know most artists get their inspiration from all sorts of places. But me....I seem to get my inspiration from blood.”

She gritted her teeth, more tears spilling down her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes shut, wishing to shut out the world as he dragged that cursed blade across her skin once more. Wishing that this was all just some messed up dream and that she would wake up screaming, sweat streaming down her body but she would be back home. Back home with her husband, in her warm, safe home.

“But, not just any blood.” Markus continued, seemingly unaware that she wasn’t listening to him anymore. his knife slide down the length of her leg, stopping at her ankle. “If it was just any blood I would shed my own. But, no, it there is just something about you, I mean your gorgeous as is but the more you suffer, the more pain you’re in the more I am inspired, does that make sense?” he asked, looking up at her.

It felt like her teeth would crack as she clenched her jaw some more. Shaking her head furiously she glared down at him. “No, I don’t and I really don’t care if your inspired, you can go straight to hell.” And with that she spat, hitting in him square in the face.

Sighing Markus wiped his face off, and stood. Turning back to his canvas he picked up his painters palette and began to work. “No one ever seems to understand, though...” Markus trailed off, brow furrowed. “But that doesn’t matter, because by the time our time is over you will be immortalized as one of my masterpieces...”

*Several Hours Later.*

“There,” Markus said, taking a step back from his newly finished work. A satisfied smile on his face, he was beyond tired but his final work was complete. Placing his soiled paint brush and palette down he tilted his head to one side and admired it. “I must say this is my best work yet, wouldn’t you agree?”

Turning to face his latest muse he was greeted by eyes sockets staring at him, dried blood staining her cheeks, her head tilted to one side. The wound that had killed her were the slashes on her wrists, leaving her to bleed out all over the floor, something he would have one hell of a time cleaning up, but that could be left for later. Though it would be a bitch to clean up, he needed to take care of his tools first as well as his painting supplies.

As well as, Markus’ eyes trailed to another tray, this one littered with her tongue, fingers, and her eyes, eyes that stared at him so accusingly, with fear, and anger, with hated so many hours ago. A pang of sorrow formed in his chest as he looked at her. He would remember his time with her fondly, as he had with everyone of his muses. But alas, their time had to end at some point and now that he was done it was time for them to say goodbye.

Wiping his hands off on a clean rag he glanced at the clock, shocked to see how much time had passed since he had started to work.

“Wow,” he mused, turning back to the body. “Time really does fly when you’re having fun.”

Moving to untie the body from the chair he had her in he then moved her to the plastic sheet he had prepared earlier in the day. Having taped it down he placed her gingerly on to it. Thought why Markus did so he could never figure out why, she was dead, had been for hours, so why treat her with kindness now when in a few hours she’d be rotting in some dump, or dumpster or lake. And yet here he was treating her like she was made of glass.

Looking down at the body once more he grabbed the hacksaw and got to work. A cold smile forming on his face as he did so. To think not so long ago he was puking up his breakfast when he got to this part, and here he was now, cutting up the body of a woman like it was nothing. Shaking his head at that thought Markus placed her limbs in a garbage bag and tied it up, before placing her torso in another one.

Now he just needed to get rid of the body and take care of this mess. Then he could finally, finally get some much needed rest.

Grabbing his keys he grabbed the bags and headed to his car. He was finally done, the last piece of his collection was complete, all he needed to do now was call North in the morning and tell her the good news. Maybe then his long time friend could finally relax. After all, she was practically pulling her hair out trying to get this thing off the ground for him. Well, now he was done and they could finally move on to the rest of the art world related bullshit.

***

“You’ve been grinning like a love-struck fool for hours now.” Daniel spoke the very next morning, scowling at his brother from over his cereal, noticing the stupid grin on Simon’s face.

“Huh?” Simon murmured, jerking from his thoughts.

“I said you’ve had this stupid grin on your face since you got back from your date with what’s-his-face.” Daniel said. “I take it that it went well?”

Cheeks flushed slightly Simon nodded. “I did, I don’t know why but there is just something about him that just draws me in...”

“I’m sure it does. Not to crap all over your love-stuck little fantasies and such. But there is something about him that just feels wrong somehow.” Daniel mused, looking down at his untouched cereal.

Simon arched an eyebrow at his brother. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Hoping he wasn’t giving into his brothers pessimism. He never knew why Daniel was always so pessimistic about everything, relationships especially.

Daniel shook his head, and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, just don’t go falling in love with him too quickly.”

“I don’t-”

“You sure as hell don’t take things slow. You have this habit of assuming things in relationships are going to go the way you want them to. When most of the turn out differently.” Daniel said, getting up from his seat.

“You’re talking like this is my first time dating someone, Daniel.” Simon said, the smile melting from his face as he glowered at his brother.

“And I know it’s not, it’s just you’ve been played by so many men in your life, since we were younger, and well....” Daniel trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly feeling sheepish.

Simon sighed, letting his shoulders slump. Arguing about the past wasn’t going to get them anywhere, pinching the bridge of his nose he sighed. “I know where you’re going with this, I do tend to....well...you know...”

“Fall in love a little too fast?” Daniel finished as Simon trailed off.

Nodding Simon smiled at his brother, before putting his empty coffee cup in the sink before checking the clock, he had more than enough time before he had to go to work.

Looking to Daniel he ruffled his brothers hair before heading to his room to get ready for the day, all while Daniel turned his attention to the TV. A picture of a beautiful blonde woman staring back at him, the words MISSING in red lettering under the picture.

That was another thing, Daniel thought as the reporter told them about the missing woman, and how police were suspecting that the person who was responsible for these kidnappings could also be the one doing the killings. His conversation with his brother long since forgotten as Simon walked out the door, and headed for the bus stop.

***

North blinked as she glanced at her phone, seeing Markus’ name on the caller ID. He was calling, and so soon? North glanced at the calendar on her wall, before blinking again. The exhibit was still a ways away there was no way he could be done already. Perhaps he was calling to postpone? North hoped not for both their sakes.

“Markus?” she answered, sounding unsure. “Is everything okay?”

Markus chuckled, relief washing over her as she heard that. Things must going pretty well. North hoped.

“Things are perfect, I have completed my last piece of the exhibit...though...” Markus trailed off, and North felt her heart sink. Was he having second thoughts?

“I might have added one more picture to the ones I already have...” Markus said, sounding sheepish.

North was silent at that. “That’s all?” she deadpanned.

“Yeah, I mean I know we might not have a whole lot of room for one more, but i-it’s kind of a surprise for...someone?” Markus said.

And upon hearing that North could almost imagine him blushing, making her arch her eyebrow at that, she had been so busy helping him she never really thought that he would have someone, she thought he was too busy as well, shows her what she knew. Feeling a smile form on her lips she took a sip of her coffee.

“Oh?” she cooed. “Is she anyone I know?”

“No he is not, I just met him not too long ago, when I was out for one of my late night drives.” Markus said. “It’s a long ass story, and you know how I feel about long ass stories.”

North nodded. It was no point prying, she wouldn’t be able to getting anything out of him if her life depended on it. So she decided to let it go.

“So,” she asked, suddenly eager to see what her friend had created. “Are you ready to show the world your work?”

"More than ready.” Markus said. “And more to the point I’m excited to show him my work. I just hope he likes it.”

*A Few Weeks Later*

The sound of Simon’s phone ringing caused him to nearly shoot through the roof as he sat in kitchen, textbook dropping on to the floor which he quickly picked up before answering his phone.

“Hello, whoever this is it better be damned important.” Simon growled into the phone.

“Well,” a voice purred into the phone, causing Simon’s eyes widen when he realized who was on the other end of the line, cheeks flushing with shame. “M-Markus, I-I’m sorry I was just into my studying and-”

“And I interrupted you, haven’t I?” Markus cut in.

“A little, but it’s okay. I needed a break anyway, work was killer but I’m done now if you want to talk.” Simon quickly added, closing his notebook.

“Well, I won’t take up too much of your time, I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to this thing with me tomorrow?”

Simon was silent for a moment, unsure of how he should answer. He knew he should say no, as he didn’t want to rush things but...

“Tomorrow?” Simon parroted, wracking his mind to see if he had any other engagements tomorrow. “No, I’m free that day, what did you have in mind?”

“Well, there is this art exhibit tomorrow and I was wondering if you would like to go with me?” Markus asked, sounding hopeful.

Simon worried at his bottom lip. He knew he should be taking Daniel’s advice and taking things slow, but.

“I’d love to.” Simon said, finally.

“Perfect I’ll pick you up at 6?”

“Sounds good, see you then.” Simon said, before hanging up, a smile gracing his face. Heart thundering in his chest as he tried to focus on his studying.

*The Very Next Night.*

This was all so very new to him. Simon mused as he peered out the window of Markus’ car, watching as the world seemed to fly by. Until finally they reached their destination.

“You seem pretty quiet, are you okay?” Markus asked, as he helped Simon out of the car. Worry etched on his face as he searched Simon’s face for anything wrong.

Simon nodded. Smoothing his hands down the dark blue sweater he wore before looking up at the massive building where this shindig was being held his stomach lurching as he saw how many people were here.

“I’m...I’m fine.” Simon swallowed thickly. “J-Just large groups of people tend to make me nervous is all.” He added, forcing a nervous smile to his face as he looked to Markus.

Returning his smile Markus moved closer to Simon, draping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. Smirking when he noticed Simon’s cheeks flush a soft pink before gently guiding him up the stairs towards the building. “No worries, if it makes you feel any better I hate crowds too. But I am forced to come to places like this.”

“You’re forced you?” Simon asked, looking to Markus.

Markus nodded as he pushed the door open, and walked into the room. And was greeted by people milling around admiring the various works around him. It seemed, Simon noted that whoever painted these pictures had a fascination the color red, and beautiful women. Hell, Simon mused, for all he knew was that these women could be the artists many lovers. That thought brought a smile to his face as Markus guided him around the room.

When a woman with copper colored hair in a neat braid walked up to them, a smile on her lips.

“Markus, it seems your new works are a hit.” She commented, and Simon all but froze, his eyes moving from this mystery woman to Markus, to the woman again. Did he hear that right?

“It would seem so,” Markus commented, looking around the room once more. “Thought part of me wonders if they like it because I made it, or because of who my father was?”

Simon was struck silent as he watched the exchange between the two. Markus created all of this? And he wanted him to see it? Simon felt his cheeks flushed at the thought, pulling away from Markus he moved to admire the closest picture. His eyes scanning the picture, taking in the woman’s features, long black hair billowing around her as she stared back at him with soulless, black eyes. Her head resting on her hand, a ghost of a smile on her lips as if she was listening to him talk. It would have been beautiful. In fact it was beautiful, but there just seemed something familiar about the woman in the painting. Hell, there seemed to be something familiar about all the women in these paintings, but Simon couldn’t put his finger on it as to why he thought that.

When he felt a hand settle on his shoulder, jerking him from his thoughts and making him jump.

“Sorry,” Markus chuckled, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “Do you like it?”

Simon nodded, offering him a slight smile as he looked back at the painting.

“So you’re an artist, huh?” Simon commented, staring at the painting once more

Markus nodded. “As was my father.” He said, following Simon’s gaze.

"I take it you have a thing for beautiful woman and the color red?” Simon commented.

“What makes you think that?” Markus asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Well, every painting in this place features women and the color red in the background, or their clothing, or whatever to I figured that was the case.” Simon said, noting that Markus still had his hand on his shoulder, and yet he didn’t seem to mind.

In fact he rather like it.

“Well when I started planning these pictures many moons ago it seemed to fit, though I think my current obsession is blue, so much so...” Markus trailed off, grabbing Simon by the wrist and dragging him the other end of the room.

Simon’s eyes widening as he found himself staring at picture of himself. It showed him staring back at him, devoid of his glasses, standing behind a deep blue background, blue eyes that seem an almost impossible blue. Had Markus really painted this picture of him?

Tensing slightly when he felt Markus’ hands on his shoulder he looked up at the other man.

“I have to admit something.” Markus said, inching closer to Simon, as the blonde man watched him. “Ever since I’ve met you you’ve been on my mind constantly. You seem to haunt my every thought, don’t ask me why I just can’t seem to get you out of my mind.”

Simon was silent, as Markus pressed himself closer to Simon, while Simon cast a glance around him, cheeks flushing an angry red. Was this seriously happening here? Now?! With all these people around? Swallowing thickly Simon opened his mouth to say something when Markus pulled him close. Pressing his lips firmly to Simon’s silencing any protests, his tongue pushing past Simon’s lips. And with that alone was all it took was for Simon to throw caution to the wind, to ignore the fact that there were other people watching them as he kissed Markus back.

His hands fisting the back of Markus’ suit jacket as he pulled away from the larger man, biting down on Markus’ lip, their cheeks flushed as they reluctantly pulled away. Without another word Markus took Simon by the hand once more, and lead him to one of the backrooms, he needed more...

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