Delictable (Sprout x Cosmo)

Starving

Despite it all, despite them all, I'm still hungry. It's painful, my head throbbing. Cosmo. It's you. I need you. You. You tease. Every single day, my appetite stems from you.

And I'm still hungry.

I lock the doors to our studio so no one out can come in. Cosmo's already here, working diligently. He's already got a few trays out. So cute and headstrong. And so appetizing. I told him I wasn't coming, the pain too much. Sick, I said. Yeah, I'm sick. So sick. Sick in the head, and sickly in love with you.

"-break it all down into several sets of four, then..." Cosmo perks up, smiling at the sight of me. He clicks his pen and sets his notebook down with the bookmark inside. "Sprout! You feeling better? I was just thinking I might need some extra help with this."

"Mmhm," I inch closer, his back turned to me, grabbing Cosmo with a hug from behind. I exhale deeply through my teeth. He's ensnared within my grasp. Mine.

"Ah, you're still burning up..." Cosmo comments, disappointed I won't be baking with him today. He's not going to be baking either anytime soon. "Just came to see me, huh?"

"Absolutely. And taste..." He giggles as my lips brush against his neck, squirming as usual.

"Oooh quit it," He smiles, holding his face again. My teeth ground themselves in his shoulder, gripping. His whining to follow their kingship. His breathing, "C'mon, Sprout... Hurry up, so I c-can get back to work. Work. W-work." I sink my jaws in further, and Cosmo gets antsy. "That, mmh-hurts a... little, Sprout." I don't let up, and he pats my leg, pleading gently, "Sprout... Sprout, please, you're... That hurts. You're hurting me." He starts to fight my grasp, squirming. Revoking his sweet tone in favor of a commanding one. I feel it, him tearing. Tasting. His ichor starting to fill my mouth as I pull, Cosmo beating and beating at my arms to let him go. "Sprout. Sprout! Stop it! STOP!"

I let go, a mouthful to go. Cosmo hops away, nearly tripping over himself. He reaches for his shoulder, or... where it should've been. Breathing, his body trembling. The texture softens in my mouth, resembling the cake I was looking for. Sweet. My headaches already gone at the taste of him, the heatwave clearing. But I was going to need a little more than just a swig. No witnesses. Or perhaps, just a few slices more. More. "Oh yeah, mmh..." I lick my lips, wiping the excess and eating that too. "Ohh yeah, that hits the spot."

Cosmo looks at me, breathing. Wide-eyed and seemingly more confused than anything. I look at him, smiling. "No, you... You, you, y-you, you, you... You're... You can't, no. You- You're..."

"Me... what?" I ask, taking a step forward. He looks, but doesn't move. Still, like a hare. Like prey. "Me... eat you? 'Cause that's what I plan to do."

Finally, he speaks. "You're the one behind those disappearances."

"Ah- Hahahaha, biiiingo~" I congratulate. I stand up straight, reaching behind me for my hammer. Allowing the weight to roll off my wrist. I might need a different tool for him, but this is a kitchen, so... And I only need to disable him. Not that I expected him to just lay down and die, no. I want him to run. "Let's play." I let my fingers glide along the tail of the hammer before looking up. Making my stand, "Let's play 'Cat & Mouse' for a bit. I'll be the cat..."

"No," Cosmo shakes his head. He whimpers, backing up. "No..."

"And you'll be the mouse, okaaay, Cookie?" My vision shifts for a moment, aberrations, blanking everything but Cosmo.

He cries, "No!"

"Three."