Inktober but it's written stuffs

Day 5: Gore

Just a heads up(possibly tw for some peoples), this has mentions of blood, cutting(not self harm), taking bites out of skin + flesh, death, and gore.

A grin crept across the darkened eyed person's lips. He looked at his sleeping boyfriend whom he was pinning to the bed. His breathing was heavy and deep, each breath slipping through his teeth.

He wasn't his normal self, he hadn't killed a single person, not a single soul. It had been really killing him inside. Not seeing the blood, not hearing the blood curdling screams of his prey. He had lost control of keeping himself calm and composed, this is what he truly needed. He was experiencing a rush of blood lust that won't go away till he gets what he wants. He wanted to see blood, that was definite for sure.

He gazed upon his sleeping boyfriend before he leaned down and pecked a gentle kiss onto his chest. "You'll be perfect for my needs right now babe," he muttered with his unstabling, widely twitching grin. "The twins aren't here and it's just you and I."

He teleported the other's sweater off, revealing a very strong, buff, and a little scared upper body. A small breath slipped from his lips. Seeing his lover's built body and mostly unharmed other than a few scars, it made him just to absolutely ruin them and to just munch on the flesh.

He leaned down and kissed his chest before going to the shoulder and bit down onto it. As he did that, he teleported a knife into his hand. He bit a little bit harder before pulling away. Bite marks were apparent on his lover's shoulder. He frowned slightly, not seeing any blood. Suddenly, a small, noncommittal noise came from the person below him.

Killer's unstable grin twitched a little wider. "Hey babe, mind helping me out?"

The once sleeping person gave him a sleepy and slightly confused but curious gaze. "Help? With what?" He quietly mumbled. He then felt the soreness in his shoulder.

"Can you say yes or no please?" The dark teared person asked with his very wide and slightly crazed grin.

"Sure?" Cross mumbled an ask out of confusion, trying to wake up some more.

"Good," Killer said before letting out a small, quiet but crazed laugh. "Just relax babe, let me do all of the work." He then suddenly leaned down and began nipping and kissing the other's chest.

Cross let out a surprised gasp. "Kills?!" he said surprised, more awake now. "What are you doing?!" A hint of fear coated his voice as he spoke.

Killer said nothing, he kept doing what he was doing before he slowly pulled away after a few minutes. He lifted his hand up that held the knife he teleported to his hand moments ago. "Now, don't make a move, it'll only hurt worse if you do." He then dragged the knife across the middle of Cross's chest, blood bubbled up from the flesh due to this new cut.

The man that was pinned to the bed sucked in a breath as he stayed quiet. He realized his boyfriend had lost control of himself. This has happened before but not to the extent of this. Fear coursed within his veins, he had no idea what was in store, all he knew was that he didn't want to make things worse.

The man with darkened eyes moved the knife and began licking up the blood, humming at the taste as it really pleased his taste buds. He then went to the shoulder again and bit harder than he did before.

Cross let out a yell before he covered his mouth with his hands. He teared up as he felt the skin tear.

Killer pulled away as he grinned wider. He saw how the skin was torn and blood dripped. He slammed the blunt end of the knife onto the bone of his collarbone. All you could hear was a loud snap and muffled screaming. He moved the knife and hungrily ate away at the blood and flesh. His breath was still heavy as he was getting what he ever so needed.