"You're so beautiful." JJ whispered, holding Mikey as close as he could. "Every single part of you in angelic... I get tingles just listening to your voice. I love and adore every bit of you; every inch. Every aspect. Everything..."
Mikey was forced to look into his eyes. JJ was so lovestruck and mesmerized that he looked like he was on drugs, and it made him uncomfortable; more than he already was. He tried to back away, only for JJ to hold him closer.
He began to constantly press kisses against Mikey's lips, the gestures progressively getting longer as he grew more and more passionate. Mikey was forced to stay in place and accept it as JJ placed his hands on his neck, moving them up as he continued to relentlessly kiss him.
Just then, Mikey stiffened once he felt a disgusting, sticky, and wet substance along his skin as JJ's hand met it. He dragged his eyes down to figure out what it was, just as the smell of it reached his nose.
Blood.
But not just anyone's blood. This hand in particular was the same one JJ had used to hold the knife earlier, and, Mikey figured out whose it was once he remembered who he'd attacked earlier.
Banana Kid. This was his blood - from earlier. They'd been back in the room for a while now, but it seemed that the residue from JJ's attack hadn't left his hand yet.
Mikey instantly felt nauseous. The substance was smeared into his neck even more as JJ evolved to making out with him, and he was unfortunately completely powerless in this situation, unable to move and forced to let the feeling sit and grow.
JJ finally noticed the problem when he felt Mikey resisting a gag. He reluctantly pulled away, panting from the exhausting effort he'd put into his kissing as Mikey slumped down a little.
"You don't seem to be feeling well," He commented once he recovered. "What's wrong, my precious?"
"I- I-I have to-" Struggling with his words, Mikey hauled himself off the bed and went to the bathroom. "Go for a minute. I-I'm sorry-"
JJ was left confused as the bathroom door was instantly closed. He heard the lock click, and that was when he got up to see what was going on.
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No matter how many times he ran over his neck with water, Mikey couldn't get rid of the disgusting feeling. Sure, he'd gotten the blood off easily, but he swore he could still feel the sensation of it still on him. He still felt sick, uncomfortable tingling taking over his body, making him tremble against his will.
He splashed water on his face, desperate to feel clean. As cold and refreshing as the water was supposed to be, it didn't help at all. Dread still gripped his heart, and just when he thought things couldn't get worse, he started to hear it.
Banana Kid screaming in terror, the sound of flesh being slashed into...
Mikey tried to steady himself before he could fall over. Bile rose in his throat, the sick feeling growing and growing until he couldn't take it anymore. He rushed over to the toilet and threw up, the noises in his head getting louder. Afterwards, he burst into tears, covering his ears in a desperate attempt to diminish the sudden rush of horrible memories.
"How could JJ do this? Banana Kid was his friend! He never did anything wrong, ever! Dear god, why is JJ doing all of this? I don't know why! I don't know anything, I can hardly help my friends when they need it, and I can hardly help myself either! I'm such a failure!"
He continued to helplessly sob, until eventually, he found a brief moment where he was too exhausted to keep going. He then sank, resorting to lying on the bathroom floor as his breakdown subsided.
