Odd Love

Chapter 8; A Smashing Time

     The night was spent in a warm silence, Tom's tail had wrapped around Matt's now flat stomach to make sure he didn't roll over one of the eggs in his sleep. This let them both sleep relatively worry free. Tom woke up first, looking at the eggs and Matt; he just felt so... happy. His heart fluttered as he ran a slow hand through the gingers hair, unintentionally waking him.

     "Mnn... " Matt groaned, stretching his arms out before rubbing his eyes open. Tom pulled his head closer to him, giving him a long kiss on the forehead, holding him to his chest. "We did it Matty." Tom began, eyes stinging and threatening to spill from joy. Matt breathed deep in his chest, looping his arms around him with a smile.

     Tom stretched out his stiff limbs, sitting up and extending further with a couple satisfactory pops. Matt lay still for a moment before bringing himself up as well. The shifter rose to his feet, holding out a hand to help Matt up. The ginger yawned, looking down at the eggs with a soft gaze. He still hurt like hell from the night before, as would anyone who had just pushed those things out.

     Bending down, Tom tucked in the eggs and made sure they would stay warm. He gripped Matt's arm and stood straight up, walking out of the room together. On his way out, he flicked up the heat to keep the room substantially warm for the eggs.

     Entering the living room, Matt waved to Edd who was putting on his shoes and seemed to be getting ready to leave. "Hey Edd!"

     "Oh, hey guys!" He grinned, waving back, "I'm going to the arcade, anywhere you wanna go?"

     The two looked at each other and shrugged, Tom speaking up, "Mind taking us to the mall?" Edd shook his head, "Not at all! C'mon." He waited for the other two to get their shoes on before heading out the door.

     With the shut of the door, Tord watched them leave from where he was standing in the doorway. He huffed with a grumble, crossing his arms.

     "Yeah, don't fuckin' invite me. Whatever, I don't give a shit anyway..."

     He turned away from the door, kicking a empty can that was littered on the floor. He slowly drudged down the hall.

     One day... Imma teach that son of a bitch a lesson.

     He stopped in front of Toms door, his hand twitching in temptation. Tord peaked down the hall and stared at the front door for a few seconds before twisting his hand around the knob and pushing it open with a sly grin. He was immediately blasted with a wave of warm air, making him narrow his eyes and let out a dissatisfied grunt. Eyes adjusting to the air coming at him, Tord looked around the room, a massive pile on the floor catching his eye. "...What the fuck..?" He mumbled, crouching down to look at it closer, lifting up a corner of the tucked in sheet. He looked at the large oval eggs that laid in the pillows, eyes wide in confusion, shaking his head disapprovingly.

     He sure has some weird ass sex toys.

     Tord was about to walk away before and idea struck him, the smile becoming wider on his face. He picked up one of the eggs, it feeling heavy and warm in his hand, disgusting him and making him want to wash his hands immediately. He held it up, balancing the weight in his hands, guessing what it was made of.

     Too warm to be metal... maybe plastic..?

     Tord turned it around, looking for a 'on' button or something, but when he couldn't find one, he just shrugged, raising it above his head.

      "TRY JACKING OFF WITHOUT THIS!"  He yelled, laughing madly and smashing it to the ground. However, instead of hearing plastic breaking, he heard a sickeningly wet sound which was accompanied by brittle bones cracking. He paused, looking at the ground. "Wha..." He backed up at the sight of a lump of wet fur, smudges of blood everywhere. His eyes widened as he identified crumbled and shattered limbs and splattered organs. Tord shoved open the door, slamming it shut and sprinting to his room. His heart was racing.

      What....What the FUCK was that

      Sweat rolled down his face as dread and guilt sunk into his stomach, making him shiver.
His fears deepened as he heard the front door open.

      Laughter and chatter could be heard from the entryway and Tord swept himself into his room, immediately throwing off his bloodied pants and shoes, his breathing quick and panicking. He could hear footsteps and voices coming down the hall, immediately identifying them as Matt and Tom.

     "Do you think blue or purple would be better?"

     "I dunno, they'll probably like both."

     He could hear the door click open, and he braced himself when the footsteps stopped. There was loud shuffling, and the sound of Tom's voice firmly saying to stop. Then there was Matt, his voice quickening with confusion as he tried to keep walking. A loud series of thuds followed after the voices, Tom stumbling as Matt pushed his way through.

     Tord bristled, hearing Matt scream.