Heated bananas (a minions fanfiction)

Heated bananas

UHH SO FIRST OF ALL HUGE FUCKING TRIGGER WARNING??
-GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE
-DUBIOUS CONSENT
-ITS FUCKED UP IN GENERAL??
-EYE F/CK/NG
u, i

It was a chilly evening in central London. Kevin had just finished working at the factory and was heading home in the almost set sunset.
He had gotten into a small argument with his boss earlier and needed to unwind.
And oh was he going to...

He opened the door to his apartment and stepped in, taking off his black leather shoes and placing them next to the wall.
He walked around the house, looking for Stuart until he heard the water faucet turn on in the bathroom. He smirked as he started making his way to the bathroom, already thinking of everything he'll do to his little Stuart.

He opened the bathroom door quietly, his smirk widening as he saw his babe nearly nude with nothing but a small pair of lingerie, getting ready to enter the bathtub. He felt his huge cock harden, standing proudly and already oozing out pre-cum.
He took off his overalls and went to surprise Stuart

But instead Stuart fell. Stuart fell onto the faucet, blood spewing out as it pierced his eyehole, nearly killing him. He started screaming in agony and terror, fearing for his life. Trying to pull himself off the faucet, only making the pain far worse.
He felt the water going into his body and filling his head as red liquid kept pouring into the bathtub, soaking the last parts of him in his own blood. The hot water very slowly cooking his insides alive, boiling the tender and wet meat.
Kevin didn't scream though. This excited him greatly.
Seeing his partner in complete agony because of him was exactly what turned him on. Being someone's saviour and having them wrapped around his fingers was his single sexual fantasy. He licked his lips as he stared at the other's small, weak body and began contemplating what to do next.
He grabbed Stuart's head and yanked it, removing it from the faucet. Stuart kept screaming in agony, but he was cut off by something big and slimy entering his mouth, pushing forward and pulling back.
Kevin moaned as he kept throat fucking his partner, getting closer to climaxing every time. He was just about to cum when suddenly Stuart threw up all over his lap. The acidic liquid mixed with blood, bananas and saliva caressing his skin.
He felt the light acid burning the skin of his cock and sticky liquid flew all over Stuart's face and down his throat. He sighed in lustful relief but didn't feel satisfied yet.
He eyed Stuart up and down until a thought came into his head. A thought he had had ever since he met Stuart. His arrogant personality, his amazing body, his stunning... eyes.
He looked at the hole in Stuart's face, thinking how boring it'd be to just fuck him in his cute ass. No. He wanted to go for something more exsighting [ ;) ]
He grabbed Stuart's head and pushed his still hard cock into his eye socket. He moaned as he felt the warmth of the blood and brain matter. He pulled and pushed his head, back and forward, first slowly.. and then quicker. Stuart cried out drifting in and out of consciousness as he felt unimaginable pain inside his head.
Stuart's blood was painting the bathtub water to a crimson colour, warming the cooling water ever so slightly. He felt his stomach acid on his chest, a tingling feeling burning away at his paler yellow skin. He knew he was going to die. He wondered why he hadn't left before. Why he had stayed even though Kevin had "joked" about killing him by accident someday. Why he hadn't listened to his family when they said "stay away from people like him, they are most sinister"
Ripped away from his thoughts, he felt the larger male release himself inside of his head. It stung like hell. Somehow making his misery even worse.
Kevin let go of his head and let him fall into the water mixed with blood, cum and vomit. Satisfied with himself he dried himself off and left the bathroom.
Stuart tried to hoist himself up from the bathtub but could only manage to get his head over the surface. He tried releasing the water from the tub but couldn't move himself off the plug. He knew, though, that no matter what he couldn't survive even if he got out of the water.
He even wanted to die. Wanted to stop his misery. He closed his eyelid, letting his moist, warm hole rest.

Until he heard the ambulance sirens.