Town of Sadness (RoyalChaos)

Runaways in Imagination

Chilled trudged home, Ze in tow. Luckily, they were off the hook for today and could plan without suspicion in his house. As he unlocked the front door, he immediately noticed a note on his kitchen table. He sat down, unfolding it as Ze read over his shoulder.

'Chilled -
Sorry man. I know you're going to be mad, but you understand. I didn't want GaLm and I to have to maintain a relationship here. Salem would kill one of us eventually. That's why I'm offering you and Ze a chance too. Nanners and Gassy, even. Enclosed are four extra train tickets and a map. If you can make it to us before Saturday night, then we can go to New York and start a new life with the people we love. It's not a bad deal. Even if you aren't going to accept it, offer it to Nanners and Gassy. They deserve a chance away from Salem, they're infatuated with each other.

Your Mafioso-
Smarty (John)'

Chilled let out a sigh of exasperation, but Ze was thrilled.

"Anthony, we need to take this. We could finally get out of here!" Ze grinned, looking at the map Smarty had enclosed. "It's not even far, only a few miles!"

"Steven, you're kidding. This is for- for- lovers! This is some sort of romantic escape! We're not dating!" Chilled cried out, standing up and snatching the map back.

Steven raised an eyebrow, pushing Chilled back into his chair. "We're not dating, huh?" Ze straddled his lap, wrapping his arms loosely around Anthony's neck. He trailed butterfly kisses down Chilled's neck, nipping at his collarbone teasingly. "Guess you don't like this, right? We aren't romantic or anything."

Ze stood, smirking and stretching to reveal a bit of his stomach. Anthony growled, grabbing the other by his waist and pulling him back onto his lap. "You little goddamn tease," Chilled murmured in his deep, oh-so-sexy voice.

"But, Chilly-Willy, we aren't romantic..," Ze faked innocence, running his finger's through Anthony's hair.

"What do you want, Steven? Begging? If you want begging, I'll beg so loudly the whole town hears me," he groaned, helplessly rubbing his hips against Ze's. "Please, Jesus, Steven, I want to be so romantic with you. I want to date you and marry you and bang your brains out all at the same time."

"That's what I wanted," he whispered, grinning. Steven attacked Chilled's lips, grinning maniacally as he did. He licked at his bottom lip, allowing himself entrance as Anthony let out a moan.

"Are we going to the bedroom?" Anthony muttered against the other's lips, gripping under his thighs to lift him up.

"Of course."

Ten minutes later, the two lay in bed, panting and sweaty.

"Damn, Ze, are you sure you aren't the escort?" Anthony grinned cheekily.

Steven laughed, smacking the other. "Shut your mouth and get dressed. We've got packing to do." He slithered from the Godfather's arms, but not before stopping to give him a final deep kiss.

The serial killed gathered up his clothes, chuckling to himself. "Stop staring at me. Makes me self conscious."

"Sorry, baby, you're just so beautiful," Anthony cooed, glancing away.

"Baby? Really? I thought we weren't making this a thing," Steven rolled his eyes.

"Maybe I changed my mind."

"Then you should've said so. I'll see you downstairs when you pack a bag, boyfriend." Ze winked, sauntering out of the room.

All thoughts of murder were gone. SepticEye was going to live, but in misery. They were going to escape this horrible town forever.