One Shots | Zarry |

Animals

Animals

Author's Note: This one shot is based off of the music video to Animal by Maroon 5. Some think it's gruesome, but I liked the video. It reminds me of TV shows I watch. I also want to apologize for taking 80 years to update! I'm really sorry guys. - Chantael

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I pause when he starts to shuffle around, he rolls over exposing his gorgeous face to me. I snap one more picture and quietly slip back through the open window.

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His body is on top of me. Slowly rolling his hips. I breathe in sharply, "Harreh, I need you." As a response to my plead he lowers himself until he's level with my erection.

"Zayn!" I snap my head up to look at my coworker, "Boss said for ya to head into the meat locker and get another hog outta there!" I nod my head and drop the butcher knife in my hands. I walk down the hallway to the meat cooler and unlatch the heavy door. I step inside and grab the sharpest knife I can find, and start hacking at the meat. The blood splattered onto my white wife beater and my exposed arms, coloring in the tattoos. I grab pieces of the cut animal and walk back to the front of the store.

He walks in. His long hair is down and his jade green eyes widen slightly at the sight of me, covered in blood. I stare at him, slightly cocking my head. He turns away, slightly flushed, and gives his order. "One ham please." Darien takes his order and asks for a name, "Harry."

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After I've gone home and changed out of my loose undershirt and baggy jeans, I head out to the club Harry frequents at. I'm dressed in a gray and black plaid shirt with a hood, black skinnies, and grey and black Adidas shoes. I see him there, with a someone I haven't seen before.

I clear my throat and stride over to the seat next to him, I go to tap him, but I hesitate, and he turns. "Can I help you?" I gape at him, but don't answer. He turns with a roll of his stunning eyes. I stare at him, and zone out.

We're kissing, both completely stark naked. Our tongues slide back and forth into one another's mouth. My hand slides from the back of his head, down his back, to his waist, and stopping at his ass. I squeeze it and he moans. Then we're dripping red. Blood is falling atop of us, but the kiss doesn't break. He's pulling at my soaked hair while I grope him.

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I'm suddenly outside of his window again. I'm looking in at his naked figure, he's touching himself. I grab my camera and snap a photo.

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He closes his eyes and throws his head back. He orgasmed. I snap another photo.

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When he cleans himself up and collapse onto his blanket, I take off.