cemetery boyfriend (mike x Pete)

🚬🕸️chapter 2🕸️🚬

✨☠️ Mike p.o.v ☠️✨
"I'll let go once you answer my question, per ce" Pete is pissed off, I can see it clearly though his pretty red eyes. I allowed my voice to go cold, maybe because I was growing annoyed that he wasn't mine? Oh well, my body is full of butterflies, he makes me so happy. Just him being there made me smile, despite my cold voice. "Ugh, I don't wanna be near people. Fuck off, fagula." He growled as he responded to me. I began to panic, I didn't want him to leave. "Pete, stay with me a while, let me cheer you up" I spoke softly to try and sooth his nerves. I held his delicate hand, It was was cold as his shoulders had been. I giggle slightly as he tried to pull his hand away from mine. Of course I didn't let go, he simply just pulled me closer. my heart began to race like crazy. I look down at his angry little face, he stumbled backwards as I took a step closer. He wrapped his arms around me to prevent falling. I wrapped my arms around him in return, causing us to hug eachother. My heart was beating out my chest and my cheeks burnt up into a deep pink. "...." Pete said nothing but looked up at me, he kept his arms close around my chest. I was speechless, this is all I've wanted, to hold Pete close without him pulling away from my body. I give him a bright smile, he growled lightly in return.

🖤🚬 Pete's p.o.v 🚬🖤
Welp, before I knew it I was in this fag's arms, my growling doesn't seem to work. He was holding me so tightly and closely with that stupid wide smile. it makes me... Feel things. My cheeks are boiling hot, I feel slightly anxious but... In a good way. It's nice, though I hate it, as a goth I shouldn't be feeling these preppy conformist emotions. "Back off, fagula..." I mutter slightly, I didn't want him to let go of me... Why do these stupid fucking conformist feelings have to be so damn confusing. I feel makowski's arms slowly move away from me, he looks down at me, he looked a little upset but kept his smile. I sighed, I wanna be back in his arms... Badly. "There, per ce. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable." Fuck, I feel guilty now. I take a deep breath before inching closer to him. He looked confused, maybe a little afraid. "W-what is wrong, Pete, per ce?" He have me all anxious smiled. "You made me feel guilty, you Fag..." My voice grew slightly softer, I didn't want it too but I couldn't help it. He gave me a confused expression. ...fuck it.. I lung myself at him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I pretty much just fell into him.

✨☠️ Mike p.o.v ☠️✨
"Back off, fagula..." Pete's voice, it sounded like he was commanding me to move away. It was bound to happen, I suppose the dark heaven between us then couldn't of stayed forever. I step backwards, my leg hitting the bench. my heart was racing out of my chest and my cheeks where burnt red. "There, per ce. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable." If I'm honest, I felt intimidated by him. I know I'm stronger than him but still, those cold eyes looking in on me, how couldn't I be afraid. He moved closer to be, slowly. "W-what is wrong, Pete, per ce?" I gulped as fear consumed me. I have him the best smile I could muster up. "You made me feel guilty, you Fag..." his voice became slightly gentle, soothing almost yet it kept his normal rasp. Though i couldn't help but be confused, was this a trap of some sort? Pete then moved closer again, I gulped, froze. He then pounced on me, like a lion to its prey. I fell backwards onto the bench, Pete's little arms were wrapped so closely to my upper waist. "P-pete?" He cuddled into me, I was still terrified. He pulled himself upwards to be sat on my lap, he wrapped his arms around my chest, still not saying a word. "What, you afraid, fagula? Not gonna hug me back" his voice still had that hint of a gentle tone in it. I wish Pete didn't play with my feelings like this. If only I... Could bite him. Then he'd have to be mine... But I'll keep it in like I have had for years, each day the feeling brews harder and harder in my mind, heart and stomach. I want him so badly...

🖤🚬 Pete's p.o.v 🚬🖤
Feeling the impact of mike landing on the bench made me laugh a little, my heart was beating out of my chest, a mix of butterflies and the anxiousness of the other goths seeing me filled my stomach. "P-pete?" I heard makowski mutter fearfully while I moved even closer to his warm body. I then moved up to his lap, hugging him closely. I watched him shiver, anxious "What, you afraid, fagula? Not gonna hug me back" I smirk at him, he seemed lost him thought.. I got annoyed at no response so I squeezed his cheek, it was so soft and warm. He took a minute to realize what I was doing, he then smiled softly "s-sorry, I zoned out, per ce" wrapping his arms around my waist, I closed my eyes. I rested my weak body. Mike rubbed my back slowly, I felt myself relax. I couldn't believe I was letting this faggy poser hold me. I think I'm I'll, sick in the head. Rain slowly began to fall. "P-pete... Would you like to go to mine...? To... Stay out of the rain, per ce" he spoke so softly and slowly. I grumbled slightly "but I'm comfortable, fagula" I pressed my head into mike's chest. "Well... I'll carry you.." mike looked down at me, slowly running his fingers though my hair. "Fine... But I'm heavy" I laughed slightly. He smiled, rubbing my cheek "doesn't bother me, per ce"