Back to my roots. Wrote something really normal. It's f!cell/c!roier, there's blood, attempted sa (NOT from Cell), there's sex, there's Roier being a freak. I swear to god I'm super normal about Cell as a character. Basically Cell kills someone and they're both horny about it
Cell was right when he told Roier initially that this was a bad idea. Picking up someone from some random club to get money was a bad idea. Roier knows this, but he'd been desperate to help Cell somehow. Anyway, even if it meant using his body.
Roier cusses and squirms; the guy's hand is around his throat, and he's laughing meanly in Roier's face. They're hidden in an alley; the rough brick against Roier's back is uncomfortable.
"Déjame ir" Roier snarls, trying to push him off. The guy laughs and leans into Roier's space, grinning, eyes dark and dangerous. Roier can smell the liquor on his breath, and his hand is too tight around Roier's neck. He fights to get out of his grip.
"¿Qué pasa perra? Pensé que lo querías," the man purrs, pressing his full body into Roier's. His grip cuts off Roier's breath, and Roier starts to panic. He scrambles, and his nails dig into the guy's arm, trying desperately to push him away. He feels lips on his neck and his skin crawls.
"Cell!" Roier manages to choke out, and the guy's teeth find themself in his throat. Roier wants to vomit. He doesn't think Cell will come, which makes tears fill his eyes. Why would he come? Why would he save Roier? A sob escapes his lips, and the man laughs, unoccupied hand tracing down Roier's stomach. Roier squeezes his eyes closed.
Something warm explodes across Roier's face and chest. The hand around his throat disappears, but the weight against him gets heavier for a second before it's gone. Roier opens his eyes, tears streaming down his face.
Cell is standing in front of him, eyes dark and wild, covered in blood. He's got his bloody knife clutched in his hand, and his chest is heaving. The man is on the ground, blood sprouting from his throat. He gasps up at them, eyes wide and hand pressed against the wound in his throat. His eyes glance between Cell and Roier.
Cell looks over Roier for a second. He reaches over and touches the marks Roier knows are on his neck, fingers so gentle and light as he touches Roier that Roier feels heat curl in his stomach. Cell's eyes snap down to the man, and he growls, straddling his lap and driving the knife into his chest over and over again. Roier watches, shell-shocked and shaky. He feels sick as blood splashes onto his skin and clothes.
Cell looks beautiful, his hair messy and his hands and clothes are covered in blood. His ears are pressed back, and the parts of his tail that aren't coated in blood are puffed up in anger. His face is curled in disgust. He's mumbling words in Portuguese that Roier doesn't understand.
Roier stumbles to the side and vomits, the blood and the feeling of the man's hands on him mixing and making him sick. He coughs and gags. Roier pants and closes his eyes, trying to breathe and calm down. Roier feels a sticky hand on his back and jumps, looking over and seeing Cell kneeling at his side. He's got a soft look in his eyes, concerned and beautiful. His face is covered in blood. It contrasts beautifully against his pale skin. Roier looks at Cell and laughs softly, shakily.
Roier didn't expect Cell to step in when the guy started getting too handsy. There's something between them, a heat and tension that makes Roier squirm, but Roier didn't think Cell would risk himself for Roier.
"Are you okay?" Cell asks softly, leaning closer to Roier. He nods, pushes himself up, grabs Cell, and tugs him closer. Cell is straddling his lap, hands braced against the brick wall behind him with his knife still in his hand, looking down at Roier. Roier's hands rest on his waist, looking up at Cell.
"I'm okay. You look so beautiful," Roier says, pressing his forehead against Cell's chest, his hands sliding under Cell's shirt and dragging against his skin. Cell shivers under his hands and breathes hard through his nose. He's disgusting and bloody, and it makes Roier sick, but he can't deny that he's hard in his pants. There's a body lying not even two feet away from them, someone Cell killed for him to save him. Roier groans and presses soft kisses to Cell's collarbones. Cell groans and twitches above him. "So beautiful," Roier mumbles, dragging his nails down Cell's back and reveling in the little moan it drags from his throat.
"Roier," Cell mumbles, pulling away a bit and grabbing Roier's hands gently and pulling them away. "I'm not really into all that," Cell says softly; his hands are tacky with blood, and Roier stares at them. Roier nods slowly and meets Cell's eyes.
"That's okay. It's not a big deal. Whatever you want," Roier mumbles and Cell laughs softly, settling down on Roier's lap. Roier groans softly, and his hips twitch up into the pressure. Cell purrs softly, grinding down against Roier's lap. Roier gasps and his hands fly back to Cell's waist.
"That doesn't mean I can't make you feel good," Cell mumbles, leaning down and kissing messily at his neck; every time his teeth scrape against Roier's neck, it sends heat shooting through his body. Roier's head falls back against the bloody wall, exposing his throat to the beautiful killer in his lap. Cell bites bruises into his throat and sucks hickies into the skin. Roier pants and squeezes his eyes closed, nails digging into Cell's waist. Cell's hands slide up under Roier's shirt, thumbing at his nipples and making Roier gasp and his hips twitch up into Cell's weight.
Cell mauls his neck, covering any marks the man before may have left, and Roier is so aroused that he's dizzy. Cell unbuttons Roier's hands and pulls his dick out from his boxers and his pants; he spits, and Roier moans.
"Get yourself off," Cell mumbles, nuzzling against Roier's neck and biting where his neck meets his shoulder. Roier wraps his hand around his dick and jerks himself off quickly.
Cell smells like blood and dirt and sweat. There's a cooling body close enough for him to touch, a person that Cell just drove that knife into so many times that his chest is a mess of blood and gore. Roier is dizzy with arousal, moaning and squeezing his eyes closed as his hand works quickly on himself. Cell mumbles against his skin between kisses and bites, telling him how beautiful he is, how pretty he sounds, and how helpful he's been.
Roier finishes between them, ropes of cum shooting onto Cell's clothes. Adding to the mess of blood and viscera covering Cell. The sight makes him gasp, cum, and blood soaking into Cell's clothes. Cell pulls away and smiles at Roier, showing off his wicked little fangs.
"We need to get going," Cell says softly, pushing himself up and stretching. He glances distastefully at the dead body next to them.
Roier is sitting there with his dick still out of his pants, blood soaking into his pants, sickness still rolling through his stomach. Cell looks so in his element, beautiful and ethereal standing in the moonlight. Like a fallen angel.
Roier tucks himself away and quickly stands, stumbling on shaky legs. He reaches out and grabs Cell's hand, lacing their fingers together. Cell smiles, squeezing Roier's hand.
