Henry Bowers X Patrick Hockstetter

Blood Lust

[Third Person POV]

Patrick sat there in the police station, fidgeting while his heartbeat was racing. He could feel it in his throat and he hated it. He hated how guilty he felt even though he mentally couldn't help himself. He looked up as the door opened and felt relief wash over him as his mother walked in. She was followed by a cautious Henry, which just relaxed Patrick. As Henry saw him, he hurried over.

"Dumbass," he hissed lowly. "Come on, my dad's got all the shit he said we can just snatch ya and your mom will do everything."

"Alright."

Patrick followed Henry out and down to a bench near the fare everyone was setting up in the park where they sat.

"Do you wanna go home?" Patrick asked quietly. Henry rolled his eyes.

"Don't you wanna go hide your stupid body so they dont get your DNA somehow off it's bones."

"Henry," he whispered.

"Yeah, let's go," Henry huffed as he got up. Patrick did aswell and followed him along. They went to Patrick's house where they went inside and up to Patrick's room. Patrick examined Henry before slowly shutting the door and locking it. Henry looked at him and screeched as Patrick shoved him onto the bed. He covered his mouth and crawled over his body. Henry groaned and slid his legs up, wrapping them around his waist carefully. Patrick stared at him, breathing somewhat heavily in excitement.

"Patrick," Henry groaned under his hand.

"I'm going to rip your skin off and strain all your damn blood."

Henry stared at him before slowly reaching up and grabbing his hand. He slowly pulled it away which Patrick surprisingly obliged to.

"Patrick."

"Please."

"You'll kill me Pat. How about we talk about this?"

"No, I need to do something with you."

Henry glanced about awkwardly.

"What about uh. What if we had sex?"

Patrick seemed to pause. He simply blinked.

"You want to have sex?" He asked slowly. "With another guy? Let alone me?"

"It might get your mind off, y'know. Cannibalism. And hell, none of the girls like ya. Fucking psycho."

"Wait, you're actually suggesting we have sex?"

"Yes, are you dumb."

"Like. Right now?"

"I don't care? Whenever you get a hard on I guess. But, that doesn't mean you're in control."

Patrick listened closely, just watching Henry talk about laying out rules and such. Meanwhile, clearly showing he wasn't listening, Patrick's hand slid down to Henry's belt which he slowly unbuckled. That made Henry pause.

"Ay dick boy, I said-"

He grabbed Patrick as a heavy kiss was planted on his lips. He slowly melted into it, his body relaxing. He grunted as he felt Patrick's boney hand slide up his shirt and to his nipples after he had managed to get his belt off. Henry gasped from Patrick's cold fingers pressing against his nipples, which Patrick took to slip his tongue right into his mouth. Henry whined but instantly relaxed entirely as he felt Patrick's warm tongue and breath. He tensed from a knock on the door and rolled over to break the kiss and hide from Patrick. Patrick smiled but got up and walked to the door, unlocking and opening it. He paused at seeing his mother and sighed.