Dead Plate (Rody X Vincent)

REAL Alternative Chapter 7😍

THE FIRST FEW SENTENCES ARE FROM CHAPTER SIX SO IT MAKES MORE SENSE

Vincent raised a bony red finger at him, his hands shaking violently. Rody flinched slightly, despite the distance between them.

"Vince... what did you do?" He choked out. His mouth felt dry.

"This is all your fault!" Vincent shouted, his body began to shake from anger. Rody took a step back, his heart racing.

"I- what?"

Rody glanced around the kitchen, searching for something he could defend himself with.

"All because you kissed me!" Rody stiffened, he what?

"I haven't been able to concentrate, work or even sleep!"

Faint sirens could be heard in the distance, hopefully someone else had heard and called the police. Which, Rody was only just now realizing, was the much smarter option.

Maybe he could keep him talking.

"What kiss?" Vincent scowled at him, paired with his deathly pale skin and sunken eyes he looked evil.

"It doesn't matter." Vincent's grip on the corkscrew tightened. "I can't lose my restaurant, Rody."

Vincent ran at Rody, the bloodied corkscrew raised over his head.

(HERES WHERE IT GET ALTERNATIVEEE)

Rody grabbed Vincent's wrists, catching them both off guard and sending them tumbling to the ground, the corkscrew slid away from them on the tiled floor.

Rody felt a scream build up in his throat as they landed on a corpse with a squelch!

The two men wrestled on the floor, grunting and groaning as hands flew. No matter how many times Rody beat him down, Vincent kept squirming and hitting. He was moving too fast for Rody to pin his hands down.

The only thing that was unguarded was his face.

"I couldn't concentrate!" Vincent had said...

Rody snapped his eyes shut before smashing his lips against Vincent's. It wasn't the kind of kiss he'd share with Manon, soft and sweet. This one was desperate and rough. Rody didn't know what he was doing, it felt different. He was used to Manon's soft warm lips. Not Vincent's cold chapped ones.

Vincent had froze, his eyes wide with shock.

Rody pulled away from the kiss and went to grab Vincent's arms to incapacitate him. But suddenly, Vincent's hands were on his face, pulling him back into the kiss.

Usually, when he'd kiss Manon like this, he'd get butterflies in his stomach.

But instead there were moths crawling up his throat, threatening to be vomited out. But Rody swallowed them, forcing them back down where they scratched at his insides, gnawing away at him from the inside.

Rody was forced to breathe through his nose, inviting the horrid stench of corpses to slither in through his nostrils.

Rody, being stronger than Vincent, pushed him away, quickly stumbling up to his feet. He hurriedly wiped at his mouth, feeling the moths crawling back up. He hunched over, vomiting onto the floor until he'd begun dry heaving.