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“Fuck it like you’d fuck me.”
Dennis blinked and the words repeated in his mind. Before him sat Titus, his Titus. The cold methodical killer of the Abbot-Danforth family, the cold methodical killer Dennis cherished oh so dearly. This was not near their first encounter, Dennis having plenty of scars to prove it. His body was lined with small T-shaped scars, mostly across his thighs and ass to hide from peering eyes. Though, his favorite scar ran just across his pelvis, right above his cunt. During their first encounter Dennis had pissed Titus off, and Titus tapping the head of his warhammer not-so-gently on his chest. Dennis remembered his breath hiccuping and catching in his throat, in that way that showed he wasn’t scared. A breath that had left Titus in a state of pure shock, thinking to himself ‘oh, oh yes’ and about all the fun things he and his new puppy would do. It left such a pretty bruise along his sternum, Dennis was heartbroken when it had finally faded away. Though, for just about a week after it happened, he would press his fingers against that very same oh-so-pretty bruise, the pain of such an action helping him cum before their next encounter.
But this was in the past now, and now they’ve been together for who knows how long now at this point. Dennis was currently sitting across from his partner, just itching to let his wet cock out. He wanted Titus see what a good puppy he’s been.
Truth be told, it was his favorite time of the month to have these encounters. The time his hormones skyrocketed, making every touch and every sensation tenfold. The time he bled for Titus. In the past Dennis resented this time, hating the cruel punishment his monthly bleeding was, a reminder of what he was. However, to Titus all blood was beautiful and Dennis waited ever so patiently for his heaviest day. God, he loved the sight of Titus…well, that part would come a bit later.
Titus knew just how needy Dennis currently was, and he knew exactly how to tease the younger man. Titus held his warhammer out before Dennis, the hammer always seeming to be by his side. Dennis loved the shape, modeled after Titus’s own fist. The cold shinny steel was daunting before Dennis, his boxers soaked in a mix of his fluids.
“I said, fuck it like you’d fuck me,” Titus repeated, this time pressing the hammer hard against Dennis’s still clothed cunt. Dennis squirmed as Titus continued to speak. “Now, show me how you’d please me.”
Without hesitation Dennis stood to begin undoing his belt, then slowly he removed his jeans. He had purposely worn white underwear that morning, hoping his blood would stain them. He removed them with ease and thought for a second before speaking.
“You’re right, you know?” Dennis said, laying his hand on the hammer, nudging it closer. He was on the floor now kneeling over it, ready to push his unshaven cunt against it. “It is my blood that should be branding that warhammer. That’s what you want. Isn’t it? Why you called me here so hurriedly? I was on a job, you know? It’s fine, they can live for just one more day.”
“Your blood gives me life,” was all Titus said in response.
Dennis rocked forward on his knees, finally allowing the large head of the hammer to make contact with his dick. He could feel his warm blood beginning to run down his thigh, a sharp contrast to the cold steel of the hammer currently pressed against him.
“Oh fuck…” Dennis began to whine as he found his rhythm. He steadied himself by placing a hand on Titus’s leg, slowly rocking back and forth across the molded ridges of the hammer. He could feel his blood smearing across the metal as his overly sensitive dick began to throb.
“That’s it, good puppy,” Titus spoke as Dennis continued to grind his cock back and forth against the bloody steel. “Does it feel good? That cold metal against your cock?”
Dennis could only nod, moaning as he did so. He continued and could see his blood pooling in the ridges of the hammer, the ridges that mirrored Titus’s fingers.
“Fuck!” Dennis moaned, clenching his shut for a moment. “You know, I’m bleeding for you.”
“And that’s how it should be puppy,” Titus stated as he ran his hand through Dennis’s curly hair. “Every part of you is mine.”
“Likewise every part of you belongs to me,” Dennis whimpered as his blood continued to slowly run along the hammer. In a slow yet meticulous motion, he reached for the folding knife that was always kept in his shirt pocket. The very knife he was now brandishing at Titus. “Now, mngh-ph! You’ll bleed for me.”
“How bold of you, Dennis.” Titus smirked as he took the knife from Dennis, making sure their fingers made contact along the way.
It was a small thing, no more than a couple inches. It had a black handle and white branding that had rubbed off with time. Though, it was always kept sharp and pristine. Titus began to gently run the knife along the younger man’s thighs, Dennis grinding harder against the hammer with a groan as he did so. Without warning, Titus pushed the knife hard into Dennis’s thigh, leaving yet another T shaped scar on his soft skin. Titus glanced at the blood as it ran down the knife as he pushed his fingers hard into the wound, eliciting a sudden gasp from Dennis.
“Does it make you hard when I hurt you?” Titus was using his free hand to palm himself over his pants. He pushed harder into the bloody cut, eliciting a pained yet pleasured moan from Dennis. Then he slowly removed his fingers from the wound on Dennis and licked at the blood. Titus tilted his head back with a groan at the taste. “You’re making such a fucking mess.”
Dennis continued his motions, going back and forth across the steel surface. He was beginning to get close to the edge and Titus very much was aware of this. He reached for Dennis’s curls again, tugging and forcing Dennis to look up at him. Titus was lost in the swirling blues of Dennis’s eyes. If they weren’t partners, Titus may have just kept them as a trophy.
Dennis became frenzied, his pace picking up as his breathing hitched in his throat. “Can I, oh fuck Titus, can I cum?”
“Would you rather me cum inside of you?” Titus said with an almost immediate nod from Dennis. He tightened his grip in Dennis’s hair. “God, I know you want me inside of you, puppy, but you need to use your words.”
“Yes, ah mmph!”
“To feel my fingers fucking against your bleeding cervix,” Titus said while caressing the younger killer’s thigh. “If you deserve it, I’ll let you take my cock. Can you be a good puppy?”
Dennis nodded with a moan as he continued to slide his own cock over the hammer. For that, Titus grabbed a fistful of Dennis’s hair forcing him to face him, Dennis quivered as he slowed his pace.
“Open,” Titus demanded. Without hesitating, Dennis did and without hesitation Titus spit into his mouth. “What did I just say? Hm? Use your words, puppy.”
“Yes, mm-mmph, Ti-Titus.”
Titus tightened his grip in his hair; “Yes what?”
“Yes, Titus, I can be good, oh god, for you,” the younger man whined. “Please, I want you inside of me.”
Titus traced the knife across the scar on Dennis’s pelvis, causing Dennis to jerk in response. He knew exactly where to tease him and even went as far as to gently tease Dennis’s dick with the point of the small knife. Titus couldn’t help himself, he was drooling at the thought of Dennis. He caressed the younger man’s thighs, Titus letting a moan out as he did so. That's when Dennis felt Titus push into the wound on his thigh again. Titus felt desperate and needed to taste his Dennis again, moaning the second it hit his tongue. That distinctly sharp yet sweet metallic taste of his lover, Dennis was his, and only his.
“You’ve been such a good puppy for me,” Titus said, finally running the knife along his own palm with a pained hiss. Dennis could see how tented his lover’s trousers had become and couldn’t wait to have all of that pushed inside of him. “This is a gift you know?”
Titus placed his bloody hand over the large scar that ran across Dennis’s pelvis. Then slowly the older man ran his blood hand down first Denni’s thigh, then over his already bloodied dick, which was still pressed against the warhammer. Dennis watched as his own blood and fluids mixed with Titus’s. They were truly one, their blood and pain only symbolizing and strengthening it.
Without warning, Titus moved to plunge his bloody fingers into Dennis’s mouth. The younger let out a small choked moan, his motions against the hammer’s head briefly losing their tempo for a moment, as he felt that familiar sharp taste hit his tongue.
“Suck, be a good puppy for me.” Titus pushed deeper into Dennis’s throat, barely missing the point of vomiting. He sucked Titus’s finger as if it were the older man’s cock causing Dennis’s hips to begin to rut wildly against the formed metal under him. “I’m going to fuck you until my cock is covered in your blood.”
Once he was satisfied, and just before Dennis could cum, Titus pushed Dennis backwards off the hammer and onto the floor. They rarely ever made it to a bed.
“I was so close,” Dennis whined. “Fuck.”
He just laid there looking up at his partner as Titus began to undress. Dennis also took the opportunity to finally remove his shirt, leaving his chest on full display. He was glad he had taped this morning rather than using his old binder, allowing Titus more access to his skin. Dennis craved contact against Titus, even small touches in their day to day caused a shiver to run up his spine. He was in awe of Titus’s body; every muscle, every curve, was perfect and only for him to see. Titus was a professional, collar always buttoned to the top, so Dennis was truly the only person who got to see him this way. Bare and vulnerable, not the cold and put together killer the rest of the world knew. Dennis was in love with the idea that this view was his view and his alone.
They both were motionless for a moment, both naked and staring at the other. Dennis laid on the cool wood floor while Titus towered over him as if waiting for his prey to try and run.
In another life maybe they could have been domestic, maybe Dennis would have actually finished med school and become a doctor and Titus his sweet patient or even his attending doctor. Dennis was still very grateful he had ran away from his life in Nebraska all those years ago, even more grateful to have landed up in Pittsburgh. Sometimes he wondered if all the violence was worth it. All the lives he'd taken, all the lives Titus had taken. Maybe in the next life they’d sit by the fire sipping warm tea, cuddling and cozy as they watched a large dog run through the yard.
But that wasn’t them, that wasn’t the lifetime they were in. The people they were now, the ones they’ve become due to circumstance, were frenzied killers hoping to bleed the other out for pleasure. Hurting others just for the sheer thrill of it. This Dennis loved how Titus would salivate at the sight of blood, having to swallow that bit of extra salvia just so he didn't constantly drool all over himself. Speaking of which, Titus was currently salivating, only this time he kneeled down and forced Dennis’s mouth open to once again spit inside of it. Dennis resisted a cough and happily swallowed it.
Without speaking Dennis spread his legs before Titus, just about ready to take whatever he would give. Before Titus could do anything, Dennis gently pushed his own index finger inside of himself, just briefly, before pulling back out to admire it. He inspected the blood he collected and ran it down Titus’s chest, watching it catch along the grey hairs that littered it.
“God, you look so beautiful when my blood is on you,” Dennis whispered. “I want you fucking covered in it.”
Titus leaned forward on his knees to put his mouth to Dennis’s dick. It had grown quite a bit since their first encounter, mostly thanks to Titus and his seemingly infinite flow of money. It was all because of Titus that Dennis could finally receive the treatment he needed. Titus often did the injection for Dennis, always making sure it hurt just a little extra.
Truth be told, before their meeting, Dennis was a nearly homeless med school drop out, drifting from couch to couch. He had become a hitman just for money, using the only skills he seemed to possess. Dennis was immediately enamoured when he first crossed paths with Titus. He was a true killer, not in it for money but in it for the game itself. Dennis loved to watch Titus salivate before a hunt, like a dog in heat. It was a game which Dennis himself would gladly participate in. Dennis allowed Titus to do many things to his body, chasing him in the woods and taking him down being one of many.
Dennis groaned as Titus sucked his dick even harder, circling his clit with tongue. Occasionally he’d graze his teeth over the clit, and suck hard enough that Dennis’s clit would be a swollen mess by the end of it. Despite being the one currently giving, Titus was getting just as much pleasure out of this. The sigh of Dennis writhing beneath him as he pulled on the younger man’s clit with his mouth was enough to put Titus in a state of pure bliss that had his cock nearly leaking.
Dennis was a mess, groaning and whimpering his name; “Titus…”
“Dennis, my sweet puppy,” Titus whispered against Dennis’s clit.
“Fucking hell, Titus, please, mmmph,” Dennis cried, “please…put it in.”
The older man assured Dennis that soon his cock would fill his throbbing hole. There was a moment of pause before Titus fully moved away to let Dennis admire his work. There was fucking blood everywhere. It smeared across Titus’s face, an image Dennis would be recalling later when he needed that extra little push late at night. Titus began by plunging his middle and ring finger into Dennis’s pussy. Dennis threw his head back in a moan as Titus began to work him open. Dennis loved the sensation of being stretched, pushing him to the limit. He was extremely sensitive already and was holding back his orgasm as Titus added a third finger. Titus spread his fingers apart inside of Dennis in a repetitive motion, hoping Dennis would relax enough to take his cock.
Dennis whined as Titus pulled his fingers from his pussy, wiping the blood across Dennis’s stomach and chest as he lined up at his entrance. Snapping him back to his senses, Dennis felt Titus slowly push in. There was no warning, just an easy glide in due to all the blood. Dennis preferred cocks like Titus’s, girthy with just the right amount of length for Dennis. Titus began to moan as he found a rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in with the goal of ramming Dennis’s bloody cervix.He was a moaning mess just as much as Dennis was. Titus leaned forward to push his tongue into Dennis’s open drooling mouth as he fucked him into the prestine mahogany floorboards. Titus was still pushing his cock in and out in a steady rhythm, as their tongues battled for dominance. Titus loved to make out with Dennis and was currently biting and sucking at his lover’s lip. Dennis would surely be a little swollen tomorrow, a reminder of what transpired.
“You feel so good around my cock, Dennis,” Titus moaned into the younger’s mouth, picking up his pace between his thighs. “I can feel you clenching as I fuck you. God, your fucking pussy. You feel so good, your blood is so warm. Fucking mess you, mngh-ph, make of me.”
Dennis scratched at Titus’s back and ass, hoping to leave marks against his skin. Dennis teased his hole for a moment, but knew that was for another time after he got his hands on some new toys. At the same time, Titus moved from Dennis’s mouth to kiss along his jaw then down his neck. Titus was ever so gently sucking against the soft skin of his lover’s neck. Dennis was hyper aware of his body, every touch elevated.
“I’m so fucking, aahh-fuck, close,” Dennis whined, barely able to form words anymore. His mind had become a soupy mess, floating somewhere between pain and pleasure. “Hurt me, Titus, please mark me as yours.”
Titus gladly took the command and sank his teeth hard against Dennis’s collar bone. Dennis screwed his eyes shut and threw his head back against the hard floor as the pain moved through him. Titus continued to sucked at the mark until it would surely leave a large bruise, a reminder to Dennis that he was Titus’s and his alone. Titus remembered a time when Dennis had dared to fuck another, later gifting that wretch’s still warm heart back to Dennis. The pain of the bite had brought Dennis back to the present and overwhelmed his senses even more than they already were.
Soon, he was being overtaken by the sudden cocktail of hormones causing his immense release of pleasure. Dennis could feel himself clench tight around Titus’s hard cock as he continued to ram into him. That seemed the tipping point for Titus, since just seconds after that, Titus was a moaning mess and Dennis could feel the older man’s cum flow deep inside of him. Titus admired how beautiful Dennis was as they both tried to catch their breath. Titus was panting as he held himself inside of Dennis for a moment. Dennis still felt the throbbing of his lover’s spent cock, as they both came down from their panting pleasure high. He loved the feeling of being full, even if not moving. On the rare occasion they made it to a bed, Titus would often fall asleep with his cock still buried deep within Dennis’s pussy. The younger man was currently focusing on the pulsing feeling from his own dick, seemingly in rhythm with Titus’s now relaxed breathing.
“Christ, I love watching my cum drip out of you,” Titus said, finally pulling out and folding one of Dennis’s legs up to his chest for a better view of his pussy. “Watching it mix with your blood. Your blood is beautiful Dennis, you are beautiful Dennis.”
Titus ran his tongue one final time across Dennis’s now dripping hole and overstimulated dick, making the younger man flinch with overstimulation. Titus moaned at the flavor, and leaned down to kiss Dennis again, who also let out a moan at the taste of blood and cum.
“How are you feeling?” Titus asked with his hand over Dennis’s heart, as if making sure it was still beating, seemingly in rhythm with his own.
“Fucking incredible,” the younger man replied with a cheeky smile. “Next time, I’ll be the one calling the shots. How does that sound, Titus?”
Titus smiled and in a single gentle motion easily picked his lover. Titus carried Dennis all the way to the bathroom to clean them both off. Titus was gentle as he ran a bath for them.
After all, he was a psychotic killer not a monster.