Loves Platter |Demon Yandere Male x Male Reader|

3. Monsters

Y/N's POV

Chatter filled my ears and the warmth encapsulating my body was gone. I felt cold and scared to open my eyes. Nonetheless I fluttered them open and was greeted with a tan tile. Moving my hair with my hand I looked up and a pit formed inside of me. This was not my bathroom!

Around me formed a massive circle of...monsters! Yes, they were monsters! Each creature had different horns, ears, amount of eyes, and skin. Some were red, some pink, and others mahogany. They all varied in size as well, however they towered above me.

Some of them seemed shocked while others looked, excited? Or perhaps, hungry! My eyes began to water in fear as a ball grew in my throat. I didn't want to be eaten! Quivering on the floor naked a few demons began to approach me licking their lips in delight. Their long tongues dripped with saliva while their black nails protracted. 

Ready to pounce an earthy roar bounced on the rooms walls. In the distance I could see an enormous figure forcing his way through the crowd. At that moment I snapped back into reality and knew I had to run. These demons wanted to eat me!

Clumsily standing on my own two feet I duck and hid making my way through what appeared to be an elderly demons legs. They were too startled to try to attack and I safely made it to the wall. Trying to pry it open, my frail body was too weak. The larger demon was getting close and I needed an out but was soon scooped up into somebody's arms.

"This would make a good stew, don't you think?" The demon holding me gestured to what appeared to be his twin.

"Mmm, say I brother! That looks mighty tasty!" He responded licking his lips.

The two debated over who would eat what part of me before blood squirted all over my bare body. Wiping it from my face I glanced at the twins to find them both decapitated. With a thud they both dropped to the floor and I rolled on top. The smell was absolutely putrid, my nose felt aflame.

With ease the bigger monster picked me up into his hand before he spoke, "MINE!"

Silence filled the air and a path was cleared to the exit. The red creature carried me out the door slamming it shut. The dark wood sliced down the middle before falling to the floor. My ears rang out in pain and it seemed as though his did as well. He then took me down the massive corridors, out a door slightly too small for him, beyond a garden and to a hidden well. Without any grace he dropped me into the grass. 

He spoke no words but held the most terrifying composition. With his enormous callused hands he scooped water out of the small rotted well and poured it over top of me washing the blood away. I was quite terrified and felt a need to cling to him like a pup. The beast began to scrub my hair gently with two of his fingers before lightly massaging my legs.

Getting a better look I examined the sculpture that was his face. His skin was a bright (almost annoyingly so) red; covered in deep bedded scars. His eyes had a sunken in look and massive bags underneath them giving off his stress levels. The color was like the sun, and just as difficult to look at. Covering them were long black lashes that danced. His lips protruded off of his face and looked dry while his hair had a messy look to it, the color being a deep charcoal. Lost in thought we made eye contact and I began to snap out of it, recalling that he was a monster.

Unog's POV

He was a human boy! My heart leapt and tings pulled my chest apart in an ache. My fire proof skin felt aflame and all I could focus on was the pain. Greenwich would taste death but that could wait. Bigger trouble awaited me. Something inside of me yearned for this boy. I needed to taste him!

Pushing my way through the crowd, I slaughtered the demons trying to eat my meal before picking up the boy and bringing him to the well. His (skin color) flesh was covered in blood and his (eye color) eyes looked mortified. He clearly needed a bath or he would be too filthy to eat. Rubbing my coarse hands along his small body I realized just how fragile humans were. I'd eaten humans before of course but never had I seen one alive. Washing the red away his smell grew stronger and stronger and a feeling began.

"lick him" it rang.

Now that the boy was clean, I gave into my desperation and slid my long sharp tongue up his leg. He tasted like chrysanthemum, how lovely. His body froze at my actions causing me to audibly chuckle. He must have thought I was helping him, silly thing.

While amused my tongue began to explore on its own trying to find the best tasting part of him. Never had I been so enamored by another living thing. He simply wouldn't take his eyes off of me, like prey trying to predict the predator. It was honestly entertaining to watch. Licking up and down his body more little moans began to escape and I couldn't help but cover him in hickies. My mouth could easily tear his head off but here I was marking him.

Realizing the thought I had I reassured myself that this was only for a short period, and that however entertaining he may be; I needed to eat him. That was the way life worked. This boy was meant to be eaten, nothing more.

How terribly incorrect I was.