BEHIND THESE DOORS

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(TW: SCREECH AND EYES MAKING OUT!! Reference to self harm in earlier chapters, blood, cutting.)

Eyes POV:

I tucked in Screech, as he couldn't do it himself. He muttered, "thank you..."

"No problem, bro..."

"Not gonna kiss me goodnight?" He quietly laughed to himself.

"Oh, god— mwah," I gave him a little forehead kiss.

"I was taking about the lips, prick..." he jokingly rolled his eyes.

I gave him a 'ohhh you've just done it lil bro' look and leaned down to kiss him again— only for him to put a hand to my neck and deepen it. I laughed into the kiss and reciprocated it for a bit, before pulling back.

"Where are you going?" He teased.

"To sleep."

"Noooo, don't leave me alone, dude..." he whined.

I sighed and laughed. "I'm not making out with you when you threw up blood like four hours ago."

"The blood was hot though, huh?"

"Yeah... WAIT, NO—" I censored myself, despite his laughing.

"You think the blood was hotttt~" he teased.

"I'd beat your face in if you weren't in this state..."

He rolled his eyes and rested his hands behind his head. "I'm almost ok, it should be fine... I've been like sooooo lonely without you, pookie..."

"I've been here this whole time, fuck you mean lonely?"

"Ugghhh so lonelllyyyy...~" he whine melodramatically.

"... fuck you." I walked over to our CD player and popped out the CD.

"Dude, we've gotta get a new CD off Lino, I have all those lyrics memorized— wait, why the fuck are you playing that??"

"Because I'm about to do hot lesbian shit."

"We aren't lesbians—" he was cut off by me getting on top of him, straddling his waist and leaning down to press my lips to his. After a few seconds, he pulled back. "WHAT THE FUCK."

"Sorry for not warning you—"

"No, I'm not fucked about that— I'm the top!"

"Yeah but you're sick, so I'm the top."

"I'm not sick—!!" I cut his annoying ass off with my lips. It was hot as fuck— nothing like making out to rock music.

It sent jolts of exhilaration through me, adrenaline rushing through my veins and circling around in my head, making me light headed. Who knew...

I traced his bottom lip with my tongue, silently asking for permission to enter his mouth, which he gladly let me do... I tasted the faint blood in his mouth, it was metallic tasting... but sweet. So sweet...

Kissing felt weird. Like, really weird. But with him it was hot. Him and the blood between his teeth... that's gay as shit. My lips danced against his, each time either of our lips moved it sent a new wave of electricity through my body.

There was something about that blood taste... made me go crazy. All of a sudden, that same guilt and wrongness I always felt getting intimate with him vanished at the taste of his blood.

It felt divine.

Screech pulled away from my lips to bite on my neck. "Mmph— don't leave any marks on me..."