Bloodlust. (Capsaicin x Prune Juice)

˗ˏˋ Chapter Seventeen. ˎˊ˗

(I drew my roblox avatar for no reason help)

Capsaicin blinked. What? The killer WAS Prune Juice Cookie this entire time?

The assassin/Prune grinned murderously, wrapping his arms around Capsaicin's neck in a defensive way. "All of this for you, dear."

Capsaicin's gaze softened for a moment before going stern again. He couldn't believe that his own husband had gone bloodthirsty just for him. After so many crimes Prune had committed, Capsaicin still knew he wanted to be loved. He couldn't say much. "Y-You're psycho..."

"I know that." Prune laughed, his hands traveling from Capsaicin's neck up to where he cupped his face. Both cookies took closer steps to each other. "Maybe you'll change your mind after this."

Both of their mouths are just inches apart. Capsaicin heats up rapidly, knowing well he shouldn't be in love with a criminal that basically betrayed him. "After what...?" Capsaicin asks, letting out a shaky but commanding breath. "Why should I listen to you anymore, Prune? You went out here and started going on a killing spree. You even put my best friend into a coma."

Prune's gaze turns dark, remembering what he had done to Kouign. "I don't like to mention that about Kouign. The thing is, she's always made me jealous. Remember the time back when we went to her place for a sleepover and I locked her up in the basement?"

Capsaicin remembered. Flashbacks hit him instantly. He remembered after a day with Prune in the forest, Kouign had invited his husband to a sleepover, where he would get a surprise gift (AKA Capsaicin.) The next day, Prune developed envy and shut out Kouign. (If anyone's curious what this refers to, I hope you remember Triple Cone Lovers CH6 and 8.)

"Yes, I do. Locking someone in a basement is unkind!"

Prune rolled his eyes and inches towards Capsaicin's face a bit more. "Doing all that killing so people get away from you, and then them not loving you back is unkind, Overlord."

Capsaicin knocked away Prune's insane grasp and balled his fists. His heart twisted in so many directions. Anger tried to overtake his pity. He wanted to leave Prune in the streets just like that, but he was too afraid that Prune might kill him then. Capsaicin bared his fangs at him. "Okay, fine. I love you, but I'm reporting you to the other policemen."

"WAIT!" Prune cried, going up behind Capsaicin and stealing his police cap. "You can't just do that. Your life would be the same without me, depressed and brokenhearted."

Capsaicin realized that was the possibility. "Fine. I won't say anything. I'll report that the assassin went somewhere else, but you're safe." He turned around and grabbed Prune by his hoodie's collar and brought him up to his face. "You NEVER. EVER do this again, Prune Juice Cookie."

"That won't stop me from doing this, Cap." Prune produced a knife from his pocket and put it to Capsaicin's neck, the sharp rigid barely cutting into his skin. Capsaicin wanted to grab the knife and throw it at his head.

"Oh, now you want to kill me?!" Capsaicin demanded, waiting for a reply.

All he got from Prune was a mischievous smirk and a kiss on his lips.

Capsaicin was taken aback by the surprise kiss. He separated from his crazy husband and looked away. He was bashful because of that. "Sugarcoating me, huh?"

"Blood and lust do go together."

"Not really. Now, let's really get you home safe and sound."