Mine, All Mine (Yandere! Male X Male reader)

Where. Is. He?

Y/n half opened his eyes, blearily trying to wipe the sleep out of them. In his half dazed state he looked around where he was. The room was dark, he was on the floor, so why couldn't he move? The smell in the room was coppery.

His eyes shot open finally as he fully understood his surroundings, "what?" He whispered to himself, the sound being muffled by a gag carefully placed in his mouth, being careful not to make too much noise. He was confused. He tried moving his arms again, struggling against whatever was holding them together. He craned his head to the side, his eyes widening in horror as he saw his hands were bound by rope, his ankles the same. He gulped, tears welled up in his eyes. Where was Azrael? Did he do this? No... Azrael would never do this... Y/n's thoughts spoke for him, he's too kind.

He managed to push himself up into a sitting position, shuffling until his back hit a wall behind him. The tears started to fall, a sob forcing its way out of his chest. He sat there as silent as possible. His body shook with every guy wrenching noise that escaped his small body. What's going on? He thought to himself.

A door opened in front of him, "ah, I see you're awake, Y/n," the voice wasn't Azrael's. It was his mother's, "I hope you'll be okay that I did this. Azrael was aware I was going to do this, obviously. I had him guide you here since I wanted to have a little chat with you before he came down here." She reached for him and loosened the gag to fall around his neck.

Y/n mustered up all his courage and spat at her, his eyes clouded with fear, "where is he? Where is Azrael?" His voice wavered.

Azrael's mother looked quite surprised at his reaction, "he's sleeping upstairs, don't fret yourself silly," she gently caressed his face, her tone not lining up with her actions. Y/n tried to shoot backwards at the touch, his head hitting the wall.

He hissed as pain shot through it. He bit his cheeks, staying silent. I'm glad being silent is something I'm good at... he thought to himself, holding back a bitter laugh.

Azrael's mother stepped back away from him, "I just wanted to let you know that if you ever hurt my son, I'll give you more pain and suffering than you've ever experienced in your life."

Y/n's mouth felt dry, his cheeks on fire, "I- I wasn't planning on hurting him..." his voice was barely a whisper.

The woman's aggressive tone immediately softened, "I'm glad to hear it my dear. Now, let's get you untied and back upstairs from this old dusty basement," she said, her eyes now gentle.

She insane...

"I know," she smiled again. Y/n looked up at her in horror, he didn't realise he'd said it out loud. She began untying the ropes binding his arms behind his back and his ankles together. Her movements were slow, as if she were savouring the look of him tied up and helpless. Y/n grimaced and the thought of looking like that, the mental image of him tied up like that too much.

He tried to get up off the floor slowly. His whole body tipped to the side. Y/n squeezed his eyes shut as he fell, causing a loud crash as things from the shelf next to him fell. His arm had fallen into something sticky, something that smelled suspiciously like blood. He didn't dare open his eyes, not wanting to know what he had just fallen into.

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Azrael shot out of bed at the noise that came from downstairs. He ran down the stairs and bashed open the door to the basement.

"What happened?!" His eyes were wide, "Mom! You promised not to hurt him!" He yelled angrily.

His mom turned around quickly and shot him a glare, "I didn't. Y/n merely fell. I must've used the wrong dosage again..." she murmured, "he shouldn't still be like this..."