The sound of Michael's cry of pain was still sharp and loud despite the slight muffle it had from the gag shoved between his lips. Ashton sat still and quiet as he watched Calum's hands push hard, the blade inside of Michael's shoulder going deeper before the brunet was twisting it in sharp, almost full circles with a flick of his wrist.
The old bullet wound from nearly five months ago from the first night they took Luke having split back open with Calum's repeated action of going back to it every time they came down. He knew some kind of infection had taken place across Michael's body, the man withered away rightfully every moment they spent in his company, Calum forcing him to remember what he had done to Luke and trying to make him feel a physical pain that would never surmount to the emotional pain Luke had felt and that Calum was feeling.
Ashton would only watch, not wanting to impede on Calum's outlet of his aggression and hurt, wondering if this was a kill he enjoyed or felt he had to do out of responsibility and respect to Luke. He only knew it was slowly helping his boyfriend begin to move on in small ways, could at least not feel himself going insane with Calum's voice having disappeared from his life. Even if it wasn't as light and lively, it was still a lovely noise that Ashton cherished more so with knowing that it could be taken away again at any moment, that silence could infiltrate their relationship and make his mind mad with his own thoughts becoming loud.
He hoped it wouldn't, that Calum would keep talking and letting him know like he needed to function because his purpose had become Calum, that the sound of the brunet wouldn't leave again even if Calum said nonsense or even if it meant having it in small spouts just like their beginning of short words and barely talking for it to be considered a conversation. At least he knew he could look forward to it, could know it was coming rather than sitting in dreadful anticipation on when, and the worst of if, the voice of the man he loved would ever sound out again.
Calum had changed, for the better in Ashton's eyes in some parts but he knew that while Calum was doing better, slowly finding his way back from darkness after two months of the dim light they had found in Luke out, he wasn't. He felt stuck, endlessly unmoving in the same space of unknowing that he thought was just from feeling helplessly about Calum's situation to just clueless about his own. He didn't know if it was more of him truthfully not knowing or just not wanting to.
It was easier to just be a person that was there for others than to be there for himself, attentive to Calum with full focus so he didn't have any to spare as the brunet left the bleeding out man as Michael choked on his own blood and tried spitting it out to breathe. He closed his eyes the second Calum pressed their heads together, letting him grab his hands and holding them up with their temporary height differences with him sitting and Calum standing.
Their silence was louder than Michael's vocal noises from trying to reject his torture and his body working weakly at healing himself. Most of his wounds were open, only those that had sealed with infection tying it together in harsh gangrene and turned noticeable shades away from his pale white skin;green, blue, purple, red, yellow all over his pale skin, Ashton could only think of the Lividity that held to Luke's body as well. His lips had lost color completely, face turned four shades lighter than his normal complexion with bags under his death filled, sunken and sapped, pale green eyes.
Most of his color went to bruises and welts collected almost every inch of his body in uncared for wounds, collections of blood rising to the surface from kicks and punches of a solid man filled with an array of destruction, and the slices of knives to match the sharp cries that rattled around their home. His body was covered in Calum's presence in a way that made Ashton touch over his tattoos in the presence Calum had left on him. He had thought about placing Luke on him somewhere, intertwining him right besides Calum on the right collarbone in someway.
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Skullfuck {5SOS;CASHTON&MUKE}✔️
Fanfiction{completed} "All you powerful men are the same. You don't want love, you want a servant." "I didn't come here for moral bullshit. Are you taking the job or not?" "We will but only because it's been a long time since we've had fun with a self centere...
