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

Mine, mine, mine

After the chat with the neighbour and Azrael's other neighbours Y/n felt a lot better. They said that they're a bit of an odd family but they're nice. They always make sure the neighbours are happy and always help to babysit their children if they need to go out.

"I didn't realise you babysat the neighbours children!" Y/n exclaimed, swinging his legs against a wall nearby the park that he was sat on.

"Yeah. Usually once a week, sometimes twice a week if they've got something going on where the kids can't be there," Azrael shrugged, "they're lovely kids."

Y/n nodded, before returning to his own thoughts. Azrael looked genuinely angry at his mother's behaviour from a few weeks prior. He hadn't stepped foot in that house since Azrael's mom was still there and apparently would return to work the next week. He hated that she'd used such a tactic to make sure he didn't harm her son.

"What are you thinking about?" Azrael asked, turning to stare at Y/n with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing much. Just thinking..." Y/n responded quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. Azrael merely nodded and looked away, stealing glances every now and again.

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Azrael sighed as he got up for school. He hated it. The girls fawning and putting their hands all over his Y/n because he's quiet and handsome.

He ran a hand through his hair and headed downstairs, seeing his mom had packed her bags up, "oh, are you going already?"

"I am darling," She responded kindly, "make sure to get that Y/n to be with you before I return at Christmas! I love him! He's a sweetheart!"

"I'll try to mom," Azrael replied, putting some bread in the toaster, "but no promises."

"No. You will. Even if it means storing him in the basement and never letting him out again!" She flung her arms into the air before grabbing her bags and running out of the door, "I'm going to miss my train. I'll see you at Christmas dear. I love you! See you soon. Mwah mwah." And with that- she shut the door behind her.

"Love... you- too?" He trailed off, jumping a mile when his forgotten toast popped up, "fuck me!" He exclaimed sharply.

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Azrael sat in class, wondering where on earth Y/n was. He wasn't responding to his texts or calls and wasn't in school. Azrael's glare scared quite a few classmates who avoided him like the plague all day.

"Awh... where's your little friend?" Marie giggled, "is he not here? Maybe he finally listened to me and disappeared since you're a creep!"

Sally laughed, something Azrael thought sounded a little like a seagull, "yeah! He's finally listened. He probably hates you!"

"I'd shut your mouths before you get hurt," Azrael warned, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes as he clenched his fists, "he's probably just sick."

That didn't stop Azrael from thinking that maybe they were right. Y/n looked shit scared at his mom's reactions and maybe Y/n was just ill. He decided after school (if he could make it that long) he would check up on Y/n to make sure he was okay.

Marie's phone pinged, "oh it's Y/n~" she sang, "he said that he didn't want to see you today because you're scary so pretended to be sick so he could stay at home. He said he thinks you're a psychopath."

Azrael saw red and ripped the phone out of Marie's hands, only to find Y/n had indeed written that but something was off, "Y/n doesn't text like that."

"He's also said he's not well, scroll up. That's probably why," She rolled her eyes as if Azrael was a dumb old man.

"Oh... I see that now." Azrael muttered before storming out of the classroom, ignoring the teacher calling him.

He was going to kill him. He had to. If he couldn't have Y/n... no one could. He's MINE.

He stomped out of the school gates and towards Y/n's house, banging on his door loudly, "Y/n open this fucking door before I bash it in." Azrael yelled angrily. He heard soft, slow footsteps from the other side of the door and the door unlocking. Y/n appeared with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

"Azra- what!" Y/n's eyes widened as Azrael pinned him against the wall before he had the chance to open the door fully, "what's going on with you!" He asked, gasping as Azrael brought out a small pocket knife and placed it against his throat.

"Tell me what that message you sent to Marie was?!" He growled lowly, pressing it further into Y/n's neck, "TELL ME!" He shouted in Y/n's face, pushing him further into the wall.

"W-what message?" Y/n stammered out, "I didn't send a message to anyone today! I've been in bed sick all day! She's lying!"

"It said it was from YOU!" He hissed, deciding to grab Y/n's neck with his hand instead, "you can't be with anyone else. You're mine. MINE. You hear me?" The last words were a deadly calm, "I need an answer Y/n... otherwise I'm going to have to kill you."

Y/n felt sick. Marie WAS right. Azrael was a complete and utter psychopath, "I-i- sure..." he said, barely above a whisper.

"Louder~"

"S-sure..!"

"LOUDER!" Azrael screamed at him, pressing his body up against Y/n's and starting to grind against him, "say it. Say you're mine..."

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Word count: 930!

Sorry for the late update and shorter than usual chapter. It's been hectic recently and I've had no time to do anything I want too. :,)