V (boyxboy short stories)

Venn and his beating heart.

*been inspired by the melody to the right. I think it would help the atmosphere*

     Venn felt his arms shake madly, his muscles twitching one by one from the tip of his fingers all the way to his shoulders, breaking from the possessiveness he had over them.

     His fingers twisted randomly as they slowly brought the scalpel to his chest. He couldn't stop them, helplessly watching as they pressed the razor against his skin. He let a whimper through gritted teeth, the sound echoing in the darkness that surrounded him.

     The skin on the left side of his chest was being torn apart as his hand moved down, the scalpel cutting muscles and flesh out of the way, it's edge tickling at his shuddering bones. He gasped as blood leaked down endlessly and the tool dropped to the ground, and sobbed, dropping to his knees.

     But it was far from done.

     Venn's two hands reached to the cut, parting it widely in the shape of a round hole, moment in which he completely lost control of his voice and screamed in horror. Then, the foreign fingers grasped at two bones of his rib cage, point at which he was a sobbing mess.

     He arched backwards with a piercing, raspy yell as the hands tugged at the two bones, shaking and twisting until they broke from his rib cage and stood in front of his eyes. They dropped to the ground, and then his limbs hurried to grab at another pair of bones, popping and cracking and breaking them away from his chest before letting them join the other two on the ground.

     Venn panted heavily and let his back hit the ground as he subconsciously reached back in the gap to grasp at his beating heart, feeling the slick, slippery muscle beat violently in his fists. With a growl of terror he pulled it out, feeling his arteries tug it back despite his attempts take it.

     The pain was unbearable and the feeling sickening as he watched his own bloody organ beat in between his fingers, that were now approaching the muscle to his mouth. He knew he had to do it for the pain to stop, so he brought his teeth to the arteries and started nibbling between sobs of pain, the flesh squirting and popping as he bit it violently.

     After he managed to tear all the connecting arteries, he sat up on his knees and watched the still beating organ in his hands, his blurry vision clearing and his chest deflating while his sobs echoed in the silence. However, another echo joined in the form of steps approaching him, but he wasn't scared. He felt nothing...

     A pair of familiar shoes got in his view, and he trailed up the feet and legs to see the man he had loved too much, Manson, staring down at him expectantly with a knowing mischievous expression, hand stretched out.

     Venn's arms raised on their own, offering the beating organ to the man, who in turn took it in one hand and threw it up before catching it easily and repeating the process, as if he was playing with nothing but an old baseball.

     He at one point stopped his actions and stuck his tongue out, bringing it to the muscle and licking it from bottom to top, causing Venn's chest to twitch. Manson then knelt down in front of the heartless man, taking in the sight of his blood stained chin and leaking chest with a smirk, before simply poking his upper body and watching as it fell backwards against the pool of blood on the dark floor.

     He parted Venn's naked legs and towered above him with a scowl, roughly shoving his groin inside the man with no preparation or warning, simply tearing through the entrance dryly and violently. Venn felt as if being ripped apart all over again and let out a silent groan, his vocal chords unable to work anymore.

     Manson then pulled out only to shove his fingers inside, holding them parted against the muscle walls and not allowing them to contract.

     Venn looked down helplessly and whimpered desperately as he saw the man bringing his bloody heart to the entrance, not hesitating a second before shoving his heart up his anus and pushing it further and further in, the beatings of the muscle stretching his inside to the point of bleeding as it made its way up his torso.

     Manson then let his hand out, allowing his entrance to tighten, which at the moment was what Venn begged all that's holy not to.

     His colon tightened from bottom to top, sliding the heart further and further up his upper body, visible by the escalating bulge in his skin. It pushed against his spine and passed by many organs, moving them from their places, and eventually reached to his chest, point at which his colon simply broke and allowed it to roll back to his rib cage, in its initial place, now unbeating, lifeless and wrapped in a coat of fecal matter.

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     That's how Venn felt as he witnessed his secret lover passionately kissing the disgustingly beautiful bride under the flowered altar.

     He felt as if he had ripped his own heart out, offered it to him, only for Manson to give it back carelessly as a lifeless organ coated in the shit that is betrayal and humiliation.

     The betrayal of having let him know of the marriage just after a round of the weekly violent sex they used to have, and the humiliation of asking him to be a groomsman.

     And he accepted. Because he needed to feel this- this feelingless. This hatred so deep and pure that it turned him simply empty and ruthless.

     But Manson had done the mistake of toying with a surgeon, currently determined and vengeful.

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