Killer Love(Septiplier)

Trust Me, Love Me

Three or four days passed, well, periods of sleep and awake. He approached me one day, having woken up with me about half an hour before, and asked me to go back to bed.

"What?"

"I don't want you to sleep tonight, so..." He scuffed his feet awkwardly.

"What?" I was thoroughly confused. Maybe I did need to go back to bed.

"Just- Just go back to bed. Please? I stay with you until you fall asleep..."

I couldn't say no to that. "Okay."

We went back to the room, and he sang me to sleep with an old Irish rhyme.

He shook me awake some time later, and he was trying to contain his excitement like a little kid.

"What?"

"Get up! Get up! Hurry!" He tossed my flannel at me, and I put it on and buttoned it up.

He slid a blindfold over my eyes, and I pushed him away and tried to take it off as I started to panic.

It was all a lie. Oh God he was going to hurt me again. No. No.

He grabbed my wrists with his strong hands, and kissed me.

"It's okay Mark. You're safe."

I stayed a little wary, but I stopped struggling, and let him lead me out, and up some stairs. There was a cool breeze, and I smelled grass and sea. We were outside. He led me forward, and stopped me. I heard waves.

"Do not move. You'll fall. And it's a very long way down." It sounded like he'd pushed someone off before. Or jumped. Maybe both.

He grumbled in frustration behind me, and eventually, there was a hand on my shoulder.

"Do you trust me?" He breathed in my ear.

"Funnily enough, I do not." I said through gritted teeth as I tried not to have a panic attack.

He kissed my neck, leaning on me a little, then pulled me back with a gasp of "Mark no!" as the ground gave way under my feet. I didn't really notice, but the next thing I knew, he was shaking, and holding me like a two year old riding the Zipper.

"Sorry... You almost fell..."

I put my hands on his, where they were securely wrapped around my waist. "I'm okay."

He sighed. "Good. It's time." He pulled the blindfold off my eyes, and I took in the scene in front of me. "Welcome to my home." We were in Ireland. Freaking Ireland.

The full moon hung low over the ocean, and the waves crashed far below my feet at the base of the cliff we stood on. As I watched, the moon began to wane, as the earth's shadow eclipsed it. It turned red, and stained the seas varied shades, from pale pink, to crimson, to watermelon, to mahogany, to the precise color of blood. It was so beautiful. The stars were everywhere. I never saw stars anymore, living in the city. Jack kissed my neck, and pulled me away from the edge, to a blanket. On the blanket sat a bottle of wine, a bottle of Jameson, and some cheese and crackers.

"I- I cant drink." I said, as he held out a glass of wine to me.

"Neither can I. When I get drunk, it aggravates my mutated side and I start destroying everything in sight. Theses are alcohol-removed."

I accepted the glass, and kissed him on the lips briefly as we sat down. "This is beautiful, Jack. Absolutely beautiful..."

He turned the same color as the moon, and sipped his wine.

"Mark?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you ever... You know... want to sleep  with me? In, you know, that  way"

"Uh- I... I guess, at some point. Probably." I stammered. I had been about to ask him the same thing.

He smiled. "Just wanted to know. I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything you don't want to do."

We sat in silence for a while, watching the moon vanish behind our shadow.

"Jack...? Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Have you ever pushed anyone off?"

He focused his attention on opening a packet of crackers. "Yes... Even jumped a few times..."

I was right. He had done both. "Oh Jack..."

I leaned on his shoulder, and he straightened like a hunting dog.

"Jack what-"

"Shh! Look!" He pointed, and I followed his hand. A pod of whales surfaced close to the cliff. "Listen..." I fell completely silent, and we listened to their song.

I couldn't take it anymore. I set down my wine, and pulled him into the deepest kiss we'd shared yet. He undid my flannel, as I slid my hands under his shirt. I gasped in pain as he went over a particularly bad spot on my back that had yet to heal, and he pulled away. I let him, and continued the momentum until he was on his back, and I straddled his hips. I pressed my lips against his, and slowly sought entrance with my tongue, and he accepted.

We kissed, and fell into each other, under the stars until we couldn't breathe.