Dead By Daylight OneShots (CLOSED)

David x Michael

David let out a frustrated grunt when the generator blew but luckily he managed to quiet it down just enough to were it didn't blow up. "Thank god." Nea hissed, David just knew she was scared. One generator is needed but he had a feeling that Michael wouldn't need his tier three and just down them with his totem if Claudette can't find it in time. 

Dwight looked around, biting his nails too where they started bleeding but he didn't notice because of how the pain here works. It only let you feel the pain when you get hit, hooked, or just sitting at the campfire. It's honestly a bitch. 

David rolled his eyes, not even noticing the stalky boy closing in on him. David popped the generator only to be picked up by his neck and a knife dangerously close to his stomach. "Fuck," David muttered, pulling his pocket knife to stab him in the back. 

He heard a painful sharp breath when Michael dropped him. David ran and ducked behind a hay bale, seeing Michael go into the corn away from him. He let out a grunt of pain from where the knife was teasing at his stomach. Michael had managed to cut a pretty decent wound into his stomach. 

He looked through a chest and was extremely lucky to find a toolbox. "Why the fuck? This is completely useless in my state." He grumbled as he took his happy ass to use it for a hook seeing as the gates were powered. 

"David!" The nervous voice came from Dwight, causing him to jump away from the hook. "S-Sorry, I just wanted to heal you." He looked at him with puppy eyes. David scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Go for it kid." He muttered, secretly glad this kid was here to help him. 

He saw Dwight yawn before growing red. "What? You copyin' Quentin? Get that shit out of here and find the gate." David ordered, waving his hand in a shooing motion. The nervous leader looked at him for a bit with obvious hesitation before he ran off. David rolled his eyes and began to look around, not ready to leave the trial. 

He crouched down to look for Michael but didn't see him. Why was he looking for the killer? He shrugged. Hell if I know. He thought to himself with a concerned look. Where was he? 

That's when he stiffened as he felt the wind on his neck. No, not wind, breathing. He didn't even need to turn before he broke into a sprint and felt the wind at his back signaling he missed but he stopped. He felt something pull at his chest because when he turned around he saw Michael, just standing there, looking down. 

"Myers?" David asked him, causing Myers to give him a surprised look. David wasn't usually like this, that much Myers knew from all the stalking he did to the survivors. So why was he like this now? Myers wonders to himself, not knowing he was tilting his head. "I don't know why I just, had this strong feeling for you," David answered his questioning gesture, stepping forwards. 

They both sat down on hay bales, David had his head against one of the higher stacks and Myers leaning up against the one beside it. "You ain't gonna sit down? I don't feel like it a trial no more buddy." David told him. 

Hesitantly, Myers sat down beside him causing Davis to smile. "See? Better ain't it?" He chuckled when Michael nodded his head. "So they were right when they said you are a mute. That or you just don't talk?" David looked at him but he just shrugged his shoulders. David could feel he was smirking under that mask. 

"So, you are one of those who wasn't forced here, like the Hag or Pig. You came here willingly, why?" This caused Myers to look at him, somewhat confused where David was going with it. "You're talking to me like a normal person and not wantin' to stab me to death. So why did you come here willingly when you seem to be so bored with this shit?" David looked at him. 

David saw his shoulders slumped and his eyes trailed down. "Sorry, you don't need to answer that," David told him, laying his head back to the hay bale. A few minutes rolled by as they watched the birds fly up as they seemed to scream at them to leave but they didn't bother. 

"I had gone insane and enjoyed killing people. Though now, it didn't thrill me as it once did." Myers muttered. "Oh, so you're not mute," David muttered, being a complete smartass. "So, you're just trapped here forever?" David asked. Myers nodded. "That's unless someone can break the Entity's realm?" David asked, only making Michael snort. "If that were possible." 

David felt his heart started pounding for some reason. He felt this strong emotion starting to consume him. He'd been trying to shove it back this entire time but it felt as if his body was forcing him to follow his mind. 

This had ended up with David straddling Michael, leaving Myers confused. "F-Fuck, sorry." David attempted to try and apologize but that was muffled from the kiss that was sprung on him. Had he took off his mask without him realizing it? 

David wasn't at all gentle for that he didn't know or didn't care how to be. He unbuttoned his shirt and basically tore off the black undershirt Myers wore. David began to leave little kisses on his ripped chest. Then those kisses turned into bites, and those bits turned into bruises. Myers moaned out in pleasure, his fingers gripping onto his shoulders. 

 Myers hated being so vulnerable. So with a quick move he had David down on the ground with his hands pinned above his head. David couldn't see his face because of how poorly lit it was in the trial, probably the reason David didn't realize he had taken his mask off. 

David felt a shiver go down his spine as Myers slowly licked his neck before kissing him. His hot breath against his neck made him moan out with pleasure, not having this feeling before. David didn't care about these things but with Myers? He was itching for him. 

Enough for him to punch the fucking Dwight in his face when he had grabbed his hand, dragging him into the exit gate. "Get the fuck off of me!" He let out a frustrated howl, trying to swing at the nervous asshat but his hand was stopped by Nea, who shoved him out of the trial. 

Everything had leave that trial, well almost everything. "David?" Claudette asked him, who was clearly steaming with anger. "The fuck you want?" He sneered at her which slightly caused her to flinch but she regains her posture. "What's that on your neck?" She asked with a sly smirk and David knew immediately what it was. 

Michael had to mark what was his. Still, David was salty, he didn't see his lovers face.