'Broken Image' ♡ (MXM) ♡

⚠️ - forget hope - ⚠️

His hand went up to his cheek, he felt his face was warm. Hot and red from the interaction, the intrusive thoughts. It made him feel like a schoolgirl. Someone young and naive that would fall over at the mere feeling of a loving gesture.

His hand slid down to his neck, holding tightly onto it. He remembered back when his throat was forcefully violated. Over and over by different men, it was suffocating. It was what made him pass out. His airway was clogged, he believed he would have thrown up if it wasn't for his mouth being blocked.

He held tighter, cursing at himself. He wanted to make them pay. Everyone paid, but he couldn't. He can't kill anyone.

No matter his rage.. His pain.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?" Pierce walked into his room, a white bandage closing his hand. Red stains were shown through the bandage, still, he had wrapped it pretty hastily. Oxzy didn't even hear the man's words, he watched as he came over, sitting only a few inches from him. "Cause I'm just saying, I wouldn't kill yourself in front of me. Or else I would have to revive you, that would ruin your whole effort eh?"

Oxzy glared with tired eyes. "Why would you?"

His voice was quiet. Pierce looked up to the open sky when responding. "Well, if anyone's gonna kill you," he looked back at Oxzy who still wouldn't look at him. He leaned forward, leaning his head to the man's neck, forcing their eyes to meet. "It's gonna be me."

The hero growled at him. Pierce responded with a malice smile, it sent a shiver down his spine. The villain had his hand behind Oxzy's neck, lightly running down his spine. His hand went under the sweater, pulling half of it up to expose his shoulder, his littered skin that was filled with marks that were mostly done by other men.

"Same with hurting you. Or marking you.." He slid his arm gently down to his back, closing his hand around a bruise that lay on the hero's waist. The hero flinched at the action, still keeping his lips sealed. "I can be the only one capable of doing it.."

"Your fucking crazy..." The hero sighed with a bit of fear hidden in his tone.

The man smiled with the description, turning his head in the direction of Oxzy's ear, he spoke with a sweet voice. "I can make you go even crazier than me Ox..."

His voice sent a shiver down Oxzy's spine. His back arched at the strong hold Pierce had on his waist. He was so close, touching him, his mouth only an inch from his own. Pierce looked at him, his eyes staring right into his soul.

The hero felt fearful, the villain was no longer holding him gently. He held him with purpose, an undying urge hiding behind the look.

Oxzy wanted to run. To leave the man who was overtaking his mind, his body.

But where would he go? Run to where?

Pierce saw the fear, it was driving him crazy. He leaned forward, grabbing Oxzy's lips with his own in a matter of seconds. The hero moved back in surprise, only Pierce had him by the waist, pushing his body forward to press into his chest.

"Mh!"

The hero pushed his shoulder as Pierce began to lick the inside of his mouth. Their lips parted for a second, the villain dug his tongue back down his throat. The hero choked out, eyes squeezed shut as he parted his lips. His hand gave no strength when pushing at Pierce's shoulder. Instead, he slowly went limp. He let the man dig inside his mouth, running his tongue down his throat before sucking his lips.

The hero moaned into the kiss, the noises made the villain more energized. He pushed forward, knocking the hero onto the bed. He laid on his back, the villain looming over with their lips connected.