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"Shit-" he exclaimed after spilling his coffee on one of the photo prints. He stopped the hot liquid up with napkins but his effort was pointless. He coughed as he walked into the breakroom for another cup.
He slowly poured more sugar into his coffee and twirled it with the soft touch of a coffee stick. He sneezed into his elbow as one of his colleagues approached him.
"Any breakthroughs?"
"N-no," he muttered through coughs.
"This is k-killing me."
Another colleague of his spilled jam leaking from a strawberry donut onto her shirt.
And then it hit him.
He ran through the rain to the closest drug store and back to his office. He mixed glue, water, powdered sugar and food coloring until it was the color and consistency of blood. He stuffed his hand into a pair of gloves and went to the janitors closet to get the rest of what he needed.
His weight came crashing down onto the orange that he had soaked in the blood mixture in. It splattered the bare walls of his office and left him covered. He held up the coffee stained photos to the walls, seeing that the patterns were all too similar. He let go of a deep breath as he realized what weapon the killer had wielded.
A hatchet.
He took a taxi to your apartment and the driver had to wake him once he arrived.
He knocked on the door and you quickly answered.
"You s-should look through the--" he coughed. "The peep hole before you answer."
you hugged him and his tired body started leaning against yours. He sniffled as you pulled away, and asked for a tissue.
"You're burning up," You frowned slightly as you felt his forehead.
"I f-feel fine." He kept coughing as you laid him down on your bed, tucking him under the covers after you took off his shoes.
"I- I feel so helpless, I'm sorry- I can go home,"
"No, I'd rather you stay here." He pulled you onto the bed and hugged you like a teddy bear as he held you.
His touch polluted your skin. It didn't matter that his hand were always shielded by leather. It started to creep up on him again and he felt himself splitting in two. His heartbeat quickened as his voice crept up his shoulder, although, it wasnt fully his.
"Our hands would look lovely around her neck," It whispered to him.
"Didn't we like hearing her scream our name? She'd do it again if we try hard enough."
He let go of you as it started getting louder.
"Choke her."
"What?" He said to himself.
"It'd be easy, just enough pressure and her eyes would roll back again. Didn't we love that?"
He pushed you off of him and backed away from you when his feet hit the floor.
"Do it." It taunted him.
"N-no-" He started to choke on his tears.
"Do it."
"STOP!" He yelled as his back hit the wall. You made your way back to him and he stuck his arms out as a barrier.
"DO IT." It commanded him.
Tears filled him eyes as he pushed you away from him. It started to laugh as he cried.
His back ran down the wall until he found himself on the floor. He held his head in his hands as he screamed.
You backed away from him, unsure of what he was thinking.
He screamed again when he looked up from his hands to see himself standing behind you.
His hands crept up your neck as he smiled. None of it was real, but god, he was horrified of what he might do to you. Nothing and no one had ever cared for him so deeply, or at all. The thought of hurting you left him ill.
You neared him again in an attempt to help with whatever he was feeling, but he kept trying to push you away. He finally gave in to your touch when you spoke his name. Your voice was shakey, scared, only then did he realize he was already hurting you.
He wept against you and it disappeared. The taunting stopped and the fear climbed into guilt.
"What's wrong?" You whispered to him as you held his head against your chest.
The question made his tears fall faster because he didnt know the answer to it.
"I-it's like there's someone else hiding in me and I just cant control it--" His confession was interrupted by sobs.
"i- I hate what I've done, I just can't stop..." his voice slowly faded as tears filled his glossy eyes again. He moved his head from your chest and now faced you. You held his face in the palms of your hands. He seemed so helpless but the innocence evaporated from his gaze when he told you something that caused you to let go of him.
"I...I think I'm starting to love you,"
You wanted no more than to take him then and there. You had felt like you were losing him over the past two months and now you knew you had dragged him in.
Your lips met his and you tasted the salty tears that had fallen from his lustful eyes.
You pulled him up from the floor and walked backward as he hastily kissed you. You sat on the edge of the bed and he stood on his knees between your legs. He was now at the proper height to be equal to you, or a little lower, while he kissed you. Your hands became tangled in his hair as you pushed him down further. A smile slowly crept up his face as he realized what you wanted. He lifted up your skirt and went under it. He peppered kisses around your heat until he realized your underwear was already off. He pushed up your skirt until it was bunched up by your waist. The fresh morning light danced on his sweat-covered skin as he asked you “Should I use my hands or my mouth?”
You grabbed his hair again and he got the message, quickly descending back down. He lifted you onto the bed like a groom carries his bride, your legs flailing over his arms. He laid you down gently, resting your head on a pillow and moving down again.
Any time he touched you he felt like he was weightless and that holding onto you would keep him from floating away. The night he had slept with you was the best night of his life. He wanted to write it all down just to remember it but didn’t want to invade your privacy. He loved the way you felt, the warm velvet that you possessed gripped him until he couldn’t help but grip the sheets. Sex was never something that felt dirty when it was with you, not that he had anything to compare it to, but it felt like something he had only read before. He had never seen the things he wanted to do with you, but he had read about them. He read everything he could ever imagine under the watchful eye of the lamp on his desk. He liked the softer moments during the building of a relationship, or after sleeping together more than sex when he read, and most of the time with you. Although when he tasted you, he wanted nothing more than to suffocate when you pushed his head deeper. Every word he mumbled sent vibrations through your body.
He finally pulled away to catch his breath. He took off his glasses that were now covered in your slick. He made his way back up to you and held your face in his wet hands.
“You’re making it hard not to want you,” He spoke as you tilted your head back in ecstasy as his finger circled your clit.
He dragged his finger down to your slit and entered you slowly. You started to pant as he kissed your neck, still working his finger inside of you. A second finger prodded at your entrance as he waited for your approval. You helplessly nodded and he pushed in. You gripped his wrist as your other hand covered your mouth as so not to moan. He raised his other hand, moving yours uncovering your mouth.
“G-god--”
He started getting faster, your moans adding fuel to the fire burning within him. You clenched around his fingers, the pad of his thumb stimulated your clit as you moaned his name.
His kisses became needy, hungry.
“I-I’m--” You came around his fingers as the faint whisper of “I love you,” lingered in the air.
He applied more pressure to your clit, causing your back to arch as you gripped his wrist. He loved seeing you so helpless, writhing under his touch. Knowing that he wasn’t acting just out o of lust made your heart melt and your legs shake.
“I love you,” He whispered again as he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, only to lick them clean seconds later.
“I fucking love you,” He breathed against your lips as he leaned in again.
A sudden worry grew within him.
You still hadn't said it back. He kissed you again until he was gasping for air when he finally pulled away. “I- I think I do, too,” You panted in between breaths.
“I know I do,”