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Morishige is… yearning. The way the other boy in front of him holds the knife to his skin- albeit not serrated but it worked- and slashes it across his palm.
”A deal then?” Kizami asks, head tilted like a curious cat.
”… A deal.” Morishige takes the knife in his own hand, slashing his palm and soon shaking it with the other. The two now smile as they wipe off the blood that now pooled into a towel. But just as soon as Morishige wiped just a bit more off- Kizami took his hand.
Kizami just nodded as he lifted it up and gently licked against the skin that raised around the edges. Blood now dotting the edge of his lips as he takes it in. The taste of metal lingered at the edge of his teeth as he gently caressed the other’s knuckles.
“You taste good.”
Morishige only rolls his eyes as he pulls his hand away and sits back against the chair. Attention now brought onto the girl in front of them. “Whatever. Did you know how hard it was to look for a somewhat human sized kennel?” He crosses his arms with a sigh.
”Hard I’d imagine.” Kizami leans back, looking at the drugged girl with almost the same expression. “But you did good, shall we start soon?”
”Wouldn’t we rather her be awake for this?”
“It’s our first… I don’t want something to go wrong today.” Kizami shrugs, standing and soon circling the cage. “Besides…” he gently kicks the walls of the cage. “She won’t be waking up anytime soon.”
Morishige sighs, waving his hand as if to get rid of the guilt before he stands and picks up a knife. “Then let's get her out.”
Kizami practically rips the door open, tugging the poor girl by her collar as Morishige pulls out a crappy plastic table that he unfolded and set up. Grunting as he gets out multiple zip ties. The older one helped him set up and tied her to the table.
Morishige looks down at her before he looks at Kizami with a nod. “You go first?”
”Aw, thanks Shi-Chan.” Kizami takes his knife first; a serrated edge with a custom gripped handle with his first name engraved into the blade, using it to strip the girl of her dress. Wasn’t this one of Morishige’s friends' siblings or whatever?
Eh, who cares. The knife nicks her skin, Morishige’s pants suddenly tight. “God, I always liked when they get hurt like this…” Kizami says, biting his bottom lip as he contemplates on where to start.
Morishige only taps her stomach. “Right here.” He says, tapping the area right above her uterus. Kizami’s lip twitches.
“… Is it obvious?”
”From the marks on your wrists to the fact I see bandages through your shirt wrapped a little too tight. Very.” He fixes his glasses. “But it doesn’t mean you can’t take it out on girls who remind you of you.”
The other pauses before his smile turns malicious. “You get me.” He says simply. “You understand what I mean then… Girlhood is a sham.”
“How would I know the feeling?” Morishige pauses. “Though I do sometimes wish for it, I don’t think I’m a girl.”
Kizami laughs. “What’s the first question again?” He plunges the knife into the girl's body. Piercing her uterus and digging it through to her intestines.
Morishige stares for a moment before he clears his throat and looks away. “Given uh… the choice for anyone in the world-“ he stands straight as he approaches the head of the table. “Who would you want as a dinner guest?”
”Hm…” Kizami rips the knife out, staring at the blood. Contemplating as the tip of his knife runs along her leg. “I would want…” The knife points at Morishige.
”You.”
Morishige pauses in his place, looking back at him before he takes a crowbar from against the wall… and simply bashes her skull in.
The suddenness of it. The grotesque sound of the splatter filled the room, the way her brain and skull fragments spilled out, and Kizami just laughed. “What happened to going slow?” He approaches, standing next to Morishige as he hides his face.
”Nervous now?” Kizami asks, his arm coming up to his side. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”
Morishige groans at the sudden awkwardness of his actions. Pulling the bar away before he fully pulls himself away. “If I’d known any better, you’re flirting.”
”I’d say bashing her head in was more romantic than our banter.” Kizami laughs. “So?”
”Second question.” Morishige takes his knife out; although nervous, he moves to the side to dig it into her sternum.
The other slyly grins, leaning against a wall as he asks: “Would you like to be famous? Why and what way?”
Morishige doesn’t respond right away, gasping at the influx of blood. Pants now unbearably tight (though he pushes through it) and continues to butcher her. Cutting down and soon into her stomach. He gulps.
”Well, I wouldn’t… considering what we just did anyway.”
”You’re the one hovering over her body.” He laughs, a soft sigh now leaving Kizami. “I don’t think we’re worthy enough to get famous anyway.”
“True, I’m taking it you wouldn’t either then?” Morishige asks.
”I wouldn’t… and you know-“ He approaches Morishige from behind, leaning against him and whispering: “I can help rub it out for you-”
Morishige blushes, pushing past him before he hands him the turn. “Just hurry up- god fuck- it kinda hurts.” He groans. Putting his knife down as he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. “Just… like usual?”
”Ugh, you’re boring Morishige.”
”You love me Kizami.” He chuckled, watching as the other put his own weaponry down as Morishige approached. Looking down at the body with this look of need on his face. Feeling Kizami’s hands take him onto his hips.
”Just do it Shi-Chan!” He says, bending over the poor girl's body.
Ah fuck it. What does Morishige have left to lose now?
Morishige rolls his eyes, pushing Kizami just a bit lower before he finally slips himself in between his thighs. Moving slowly just to get the pace going and suddenly picking up speed. Groaning as Kizami laughs under him.
“Honestly? That's just pathetic Shi-Chan…”
THAT’S WHAT MADE HIM CUM?
Oh god, he feels like he’s burning up. Groaning as he came in between his thighs. Gasping as he gets a towel to clean him up.
”Don’t.” Morishige mumbles.
”… Wouldn’t dream of it.” He giggles, clearing his throat as they both get dressed and now it’s suddenly awkward…
“Sorry.” Morishige says, coming back to the body in front of them. Silently going back to digging his hands into her abdomen. Ripping out her intestines, letting Kizami rip out her lungs and uterus. The two of them make eye contact.
“Nah, don’t worry about it Shi-Chan.”
”… Thanks Kizami.” Morishige mumbles as they put the organs and all into a bucket.
… His chest suddenly feels funny.