(Cannibal x masochist au)
TW: gore and cannibalism 🙈🙉🙊
There’s no other word for it.
Keith Mathews has an obsession with Dallas Winston. He can’t breathe without him. He’s his air, his will to live.
He was walking down an old alley way on the east side, on his way home, for once he wasn’t drunk, just a little buzzed. He passed a dumpster and heard a crack.. he turned back and saw him.
He was perched over another man, his hands held up the man’s arm, various gnawing, crunching and slurping noises came from them. The man turned around, sapphire eyes meeting cloudy grey..
His mouth was covered in blood, those sharp teeth had bits of pink flesh between them. The arm came into view, it had a massive gash in it, the bone showing along with veins and muscles. Dallas’ hands and mouth were coated in blood and whatever remnants of the man under him.
Keith wanted to freak out, he wanted to run. But he just stared.
Weeks have passed since the incident, both boys didn’t speak of it, not a single word.
But Keith knew, Dallas was a cannibal. Oh how he yearned to have those sharp teeth dug into his flesh and ripped out, he would let Dallas eat him like a three course meal. Anything to please Dallas, anything to make himself his.
Dallas was starving. It has been months since he’s had the delectable taste of flesh on his tongue.
But Keith knew. That night, months ago, he’d seen him in that tranced state. The blood on his hands and lips. Instead of avoiding him, Keith seemed to be, inching closer.
Dallas was walking around the east side again, wandering, looking for his next meal. Everyone was busy. It was 2 pm, kids were in school, adults at work. There was no one.
He stumbled into the Mathews’ home. Keith left his window unlocked for him specifically. He landed on Keith’s bed and heard a grunt. It was Keith himself. They made eye contact and Keith mustered up a joke.
“Ever heard a’ knockin’?” He chided and sat up, he had decided to skip school that day, he had a busy week and was tired. The sight of Dally perked him up. Dallas fixed himself and stared at Keith as he spoke. Eyes continuously darling to where ever his skin showed.
Keith noticed Dally’s sort of trance and held his hand,
“You okay, Tucker?” He made granny hands for Dally to come into his arms for cuddles. Dallas obliged and melted into his arms.
“You want somethin’ outta our pantr-?”
“Don’t act dumb.” He sat up and looked into his eyes. “I know you saw me eat that man.”
Keith froze, not out of fear. He smiled softly and clasped his hands together, begging softly.
“Let me be your next meal, please Dallas. Take my flesh… eat my heart, please, I’m all yours.”
Dallas licked his lips and lunged onto him, at first he started to kiss at his neck. Hands on his waist, pecking his neck softly. Whispering praise.
“Thank you Keithy- oh thank you thank you- I-i love you so much- I’m starving- thank you-“ He started to gnaw on his hand, sharp teeth slowly but gradually sinking into the sweet flesh of Keith’s palm. Eventually he drew blood, under, Keith whimpered.
Dallas took a bite. It was a small nibble of flesh. Keith grunted from the pain but it subsided into ecstasy. Dally chewed on the flesh, licking up the blood from the wound. He couldn’t stop. He took another sharp bite out of his hand. Chewing and swallowing, moving up his arm.
Keith didn’t want him to stop
ahhhh I was kinda iffy about posting thisss but I have like so many ideas for au’s for different characters and stuff this is like my first time fr writing constructive criticism is welcomeddd!!!!!!
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