forum Even Serial Killer Get Lonely (o/o Open)

Started May 05, 2019 by @ElderGod-yellowqueen

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Ethan wrapped his arms around Raz. "You're so beautiful." He murmured, stroking his skin

Raz sighed scontently "thank you devil but I'm nothing compared to you." He kissed his neck softly

"You're so much better than me." Ethan kissed his head

He shook his head "No I'm not," he nuzzled into Ethan's chest "you're great and amazing in you're own devilish ways

"And you are beautiful and wonderful amd so pure that you deserve so much more than me."

He glanced up at him "and what if I don't want more? I want you and only you, no one else." he said

Ethan kissed his foregead. "Then I will be forever grateful and worship the ground you walk on for the rest of our lives."

"No. I'm no better than you are one. that means we're equals." He kissed his lips "in every way."

Ethan kissed him back, deciding not to argue with Raz.

He pulled away slightly and traced Ethan's lips with his finger, "I love you devil."

"I love you too my beautiful boy." Ethan kissed his nose gently. "Now sleep love."

He smiled softly "hm, fine." he kissed him once more before nestling against his chest and shutting his eyes "goodnight, eth." he muttered

Ethan held Raz tight and closed his eyes. "Sleep well love."

Raz drifted off to sleep after a few minutes, breath evening out. He shifted and nestled deeper into Ethan's warmth before relaxing and fully slipping off into sleep

Ethan listened Raz's breathing, finding it soothing. He had a small smile on his face as he slowly fell asleep

Raz's eyes fluttered open as light came in through the window. He glanced up at Ethan and smiled softly, content with just watching him peacefully sleep for a bit

Ethan woke up not too long after Raz. He smiled down at him and kissed his head. " morning love."

"hm, morning," he muttered, reaching up and kissing his jawline "sleep well?"

"Always when I'm with you." Ethan traced his back

Raz smiled softly, sleep still evident in his eyes along with happiness "good," he shivered slightly at Ethan's touch, goosebumps raising on his exposed skin

Ethan kissed his lips lightly. "I'll go start the coffee." He slid out of the bed and pulled on some sweatpants.

He nodded and snuggled back under the covers, trying to obsorb the warmth left lingering from ethan. Jax came into the room and settled on top of him. "Jax, you're not a puppy, you're a fully grown dog." Raz groaned as he shifted and hugged the dog close

Ethan chuckled at the sight. He shook his head and walked to the kitchen, starting the coffee pot.

Jax glanced up with an innocent look.
"Don't look at me like that, I know you." Raz kissed jax's nose and snuggled into the warmth of the bed and the dog.

Ethan tossed away the spoiled milk, draining it in the sink. He shoved the empty carton in the trash. It was overflowing. He pulled out the trash bag. He would put a new one in after dumping it in the dumpster. He tied the bag up amd slung it over his shoulder. "Taking the trash out, I'll be back in a second!" He called out to Raz before stepping out of the house. He walked down the stairs to the dumpster just around the corner. Everything was fine, that was, until after he stepped away from dumpster. There was loud poping noise. He didn't realize was happening until he came to his senses. He laying in the ground, and his chest, it was wet? He looked down. It was red. Red like blood. He didn't feel anything, the adrenaline and shock preventing him from. He laid his head back in the concert. He was tired.

(Oops?)

Both Raz and Jax snapped their heads up at the sound of gunfire. Jax scambled off of Raz and ran towards the door. Raz slowly git up, dread sinking deep in his stomach. He made his way around the house quickly, hoping Ethan was in one of the room. When he found no one, he pulled on his jacket. "Jax stay," he ordered his dog before throwing open the door and heading outside. Aware that the shooter might still be near, he went around the apartment to the alleyway out andwt out a choked cry "eth?!" He ran over to his and crouched by his side, trying his best not to look at wound "h…hold…on….s.stay with me. I'm calling 911."