guilty || larry/mirry (boyxboy)

bleeding 'till I can't breath

Louis watched as his boyfriend got a blowjob from across the street. Harry had a smirk on his lips, while he was looking directly into Louis' eyes. He enjoyed this whole situation a little bit too much. The fact that Louis was drowning in jealousy made him even harder. Of course, the blue eyed boy knew what Harry was doing. He was playing. He wanted Louis to cross the line and loose all of his control. And he always gets what he wants. Harry's smirk grew even wider when Louis walked across the street with a knife in his hand. He grabbed the blonde's hair and pulled him up from his knees. The boy let out a loud scream as Louis shoved the knife into his back. They had nothing to worry about, nobody was in the dark alley at 2 in the morning. Louis loved the feeling as his knife cut the flesh and the blood streamed down his fingers. Blood. Blood was everywhere. It was literally dripping from Louis' blue shirt. And he enjoyed it so much. He felt strong, powerful, he felt the authority. He tossed the boy to the ground and looked at him with pure disgust in his eyes. The blonde was still alive, but slowly bleeding to death.

"Are you mad at me Lou?" Harry asked too sweetly and curled his arms around the short boy's neck.

"Shut up Harry, just shut the hell up." he pressed the curly to the dirty wall "On your knees."

"But..."

"I said I want you on your knees. Right. Now." Louis said through his gritted teeth. Harry just let out a huge sigh and kneeled down in front of him.

"A little show before you die." said Louis as he pulled his pants and boxers down. "Actually, you don't deserve it. Not even a little moment, but I wanted to show you something you'll never get. Disgusting jerk. The curly is mine and only mine. Understood?" he spat the words before moaned loudly.

The way how Harry's mouth worked at him was just so amazing. He always knew how to drive him crazy.

"Get yourself off, Styles. I don't touch you after that slut."

And Harry did what he told him. His dick was painfully hard after the little foreplay, and angry Louis was the hottest thing in the whole world to him. Harry flicked his tongue a few more times before the older boy came into his mouth. He swalloved every single drop right before he reached his high.

"Should we leave him here? Let him bleed out?" asked Harry as he stood up and pulled his pants back.

"No, what if he calls the ambulance, before he dies? Just slash his throat. No, wait, I want to do it."

The older boy grabbed his knife and lowered down to the bleeding blonde's level.

"Such a good night for me. Thank you, really. But...somebody has to take the pain soo..." and with these words he slashed the boy's throat.

"Let's go home, Haz." he grabbed the curly's hand "And I want you to know, I'm still so angry at you. I'm afraid I have to punish you."

Harry wasn't the happiest person about it. He truly loved Louis, but sometimes he thinks he's got all the control in their relationship.
They were together 5 years ago now. Harry was only 16 when they first met. He killed his parents and their neighbours. He was running from his demons when Louis found him on the street in his own mess. The older boy was 18, but he was already twice in a mental hospital. He was diagnosed with schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. They treated him like an insane person, like an animal, so he killed one of the nurses. He suffocated her with his own hands, and after that he cut different letters into her skin. Then left the clinic without a word. He started to work with drugs for money, so he had a tiny apartment to live in. There was where they lived for 3 years. They've never get caught, they were professionals. The professionals of killing. When they got enough money, they moved to Australia. They bought a little house near by Sydney. Louis learned how to fight with his illness, but of course, he had worse days. Harry was always there for him if he needed a helping hand. But Louis started to drink more and more. Even though Harry was still by his side, he wasn't really happy. He loved Louis from the bottom of his heart, but the sudden mood changes were something really hard to deal with.