The Killer Couple Book 1 //L.s au

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Oh Gosh Louis loved it. He loved the metalic smell and the taste of blood running down his tongue and embedding themselves into his taste buds. "Harry." Louis just wanted to say his name over and over again. He could feel himself shake with pleasure with every letter rolling off of his tongue. No, they weren't doing anything, simply watching old videos of their childhood and even some home videos they made not that long ago while they were working on their projects. Harry shifted in his seat under Louis' body. He wrapped his abnormally large hands around his slinder waist and sighed with a cat-like smile, "yes, baby?" The telly blared with little whimpers and a few flashes of red and up popped his goose bumps.

"What was the lass' name?" Louis turned his head toward his beautiful lover and smiled. Harry let his eyes wonder the now lifeless expression on the woman's face. He couldn't quite remember. This video was taken a few years ago. "Linda-no, no- Brenda?"

"Lorraine."

"Katie?"

"I'm sure it's Linda."

Louis nodded with a simple ok slipping from his lips as he settled back on the screen that switched from the woman-Linda- to an older male. Louis remembered him as Dan. "Remember when you thought he had his cell? You were so scared he called someone." This was an average saturday. They'd cuddle on the sofa, so close, so warm and watch their old murders. A normal couple thing to do (No, not entirely). As the clocks on their walls clicked and clanked, they waited patiently for the rest of the world to lay to sleep. This was their time; not only as a couple, but as a hobby as well. This was their time to get their business done.

You see, once Louis and Harry found their love for the reaper they decided they could make it a way of life, not only for fun but for profit. Now their secret business is only known to those in a secret society. Their company called The Killer Couple has been up for years and it has been nothing but good. Every day is a new request. A spouse wants to leave the other, but needs a little life insurence money? You just call Louis or Harry, set up a date, a time, and a how; it's done (for a small fee).

All of a sudden- startling the older of the two- Harry's watch chimed a few times, notifying them it was time. They were now on the clock, this new job needed to be done in between midnight to three O'clock in the morning (The husband only has an alaby for that long).

"Let's go sweet heart." Louis nodded to his lover and sat up, popping and snapping his bones as he stretched. They quickly made their way to their basement that was locked electrically with a passcode of 3825 or fuck if you want to get technical with it. Louis was the first to reach the main floor and grab latex gloves and steralized water. He splashed the water from his elbows to his fingers tips, then his shoes, before helping Harry do the same. "I'm excited babe, we usually don't have so much time for a kill. We can try all sorts of new things we've been meaning to." Louis was smiling from ear to ear, little wrinkles forming at the sides of his eyes- just how Harry loved it. Harry nodded, packing a few tools such as a Heretic Fork (Louis' favorite) or a tongue tearer (Harry's favorite). Weapons they learned about in the library when they were younger in age. Harry placed their video camera in a neat case which was left by itself away from the weapons.

Louis watched as Harry tied his curls back with a bandana and grabbed their bag, throwing it over his shoulders. "Well, ready?" Harry asked eyeing Louis, who was still tying his shoes. "I was born ready, unfortunatley, my shoes were not- okay done." Harry rolled his eyes fondly and sighed walking toward their door and leaning to the side as Louis swayed his hips sassily , passing Harry with a grin. Okay, so yes, Louis was very, very excited. They recently haven't had any jobs or any personal kills in the longest time. He feels like he's been off of his drug. Louis bounced the entire way until they reached their black van- Cliche, yes Louis knew that- smiling and slightly skipping as he opened the passenger side door and slipped in, resting the camera, that Harry had handed him, on his lap.