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Hell and You

Credit to Haikyuubitchboy

Blood stains strong, calloused hands, dripping from metal in a slow, steady rhythm- drip, drip, drip... sticky crimson falls upon shiny wood floors, quick to form a small puddle next to raggedy, old shoes. Said shoes are pulled away, squeaking against the wooden floors of The Prescott residence.

"C'mon, dude!" The loud, eccentric voice of Stu Macher calls, successfully pulling Billy Loomis out of the sweet, sweet clouds of revenge. "Blood'll get on your shoes if ya just stand there!"

They had done it, they had really done it; Maureen Prescott, the filthy, slut-bag whore she was, now lay unmoving in a puddle of her own bodily fluids- red and other-, heart beat non-existent.

Billy grins at the thought, though the Ghostface mask adoring his face completely conceals his expression from the world. Adrenaline courses through his veins and he laughs- laughs and laughs and laughs, the most he ever has before and the most manic sounding Stu had ever heard- including Stu's own giggle-laugh that never fails to turn heads. 

"Holy shit, Stu!" Billy takes off his mask and turns to Stu, mask already off. "We did it! We killed the fucking bitch!"

Billy just keeps grinning, keeps laughing, and all Stu can do is watch, listen, mesmerized by the sight of his best friend and partner in crime and lover so joyous- a rare sight even to Stu. The blond basks in the lovely sound of his boyfriends joy, knowing he might never get the chance again and thinks to himself: I've fallen for him all over again.

Stu smiles, teeth on full display, that wide grin of his stretching across his lips, his face, as his tongue sticks out the way it does when he's just said something utterly hilarious (even if those around him don't think the same), in the way that Billy loves more than anything even if he's never admitted it- to himself or to anyone else. 

I love him so much, Billy's thoughts shift from the crime- the murder the pair had just committed, to the blond who accompanied him, and I know he loves me, too.

"That was fuckin' awesome, babes!" 

Billy nods in agreement, coming down from his high in the slightest, just enough to piece his thoughts together like a puzzle and reveal the remainder of the plan; place Cotton Weary's coat, splattered with Maureen Prescott's blood, into his car.

"We gotta go now, c'mon." Billy makes way towards the door, pulling Stu along with him, hand in hand.

———

The pair arrive at the Macher residence after completing the last act of their crime. No one is home, Stu's parents away on another business trip and his sister off in another state as she has been for years. The cost is clear and the boys are quick to stumble upstairs to Stu's bathroom, pulling off each others clothes on the way.

Adrenaline pulses through Billy and Stu, their crime still fresh- the blood and guts and gore still fresh in their minds, sending blood rushing to their groins as they share rushed, sloppy kisses under the shower head, water coating their bodies and washing away previously dried blood. 

Stu's hands roam Billy's hips and back, sliding down to his ass and being mindful of his chest- he knows not to touch there. His hands are big and thin, though strong, veins always on display, and they grope Billy's plump cheeks and ghost over his front, just barely touching; even then, Stu can still feel the others arousal.

Billy's hands are on Stu's chest and in his hair, groping and pulling in all the right ways and Stu moans against his lips, into his mouth, and Billy drinks it up and swallows it. He bites Stu's bottom lip in time with his groping, teeth sinking into slightly chapped skin enough to draw blood as his hand holds Stu's breast and pinches and pulls at his nipple.

The metallic taste on Billy's tongue is enough to make him whine, high and needy against Stu's lips and he can feel the blond grin into the kiss, his grip on Billy's ass tightening.

"Ya sound so good, Billy boy." Stu's voice is teasing, filled with love and adoration and he's quick to add an "I love you" when Billy growls, though he knows Billy isn't really angry with him. The shorter of the two rolls his eyes, though gives a firm "I love you" of his own, then pulls Stu straight back into another steamy kiss.

———

When the boys finish their joint shower, they're sore and exhausted and blissed out, the aftermath of both their crime and their shower session plaguing them with fatigue.

Stu throws himself onto his bed, not bothering to put on clothes, leaving his wet, naked body on display as well as the red-purple blemishes and heart shaped bite marks that paint his chest like a piece of art. 

"Put on clothes, dumbass." Billy scolds his boyfriend, dressing himself in said boyfriends boxers and one of his oversized sweaters- doubly as large on Billy and his shorter stature. 

"Hm..." Stu ponders the request (Billy meant it as an order, Stu knows), "Nah, I'd rather stay like this."

Stu winks at Billy once he turns around, now fully clothed. Scowling, Billy chucks clothes at the taller, telling him to "get dressed or sleep on the couch".

"But this is my house!" Stu whines, then grumbles as he- reluctantly- dresses himself in what Billy gave him: another pair of boxers and a t-shirt.

Billy plops down on the side of the bed he deemed his, pulling the comforter over himself and laying on his side. He watches as Stu gets dressed, admiring his work on the blonds chest with pride. 

I did that. He marked Stu's chest, marked Stu as his, and he's the only one who’s allowed to do so, both him and Stu know this.

"Like whatcha see, babes?" Stu's face suddenly appears right in front of his and Billy jumps a little. "Ya really did a number on me, huh?"

"Yeah." Billy can only agree, a soft, small smile dancing across his lips. 

Stu leans forward, capturing Billy's lips with his own in a sweet kiss. 

As they pull apart, Billy knows they'll rot in hell together, and Stu knows it too, knows he'll live with Billy in this sin forever.