Accounted For
Fandom: Sleep Token (Band) Pairing: slasher/killer! iii x Female reader Summary: when you come into his life, some things change and some things stay the same. Length: long; not sorry Warnings: holy hell NSFW, 21+ ONLY, reader discretion is advised, strong language, EXPLICIT CONTENT INSIDE, death, murder, light stalking, blood mentions, III IS A SERIAL KILLER, gore, murder, death of someone we know and love (i am so so sorry in advance! don't hurt me!! ), sinister behavior, male masturbation, unprotected p in v, implied creampie, light on the smut this time.
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It won't come off. No matter how hard he scrubs and tears at his skin, it just won't budge. It's staining the sink, it's under his nails. The first of many kills under his belt. He's got to get some gloves, because this will surely get out of hand and rather quickly, iii thought.
Junk.
He scrubs until it hurts, chaffing off that first soft layer of flesh. He doesn't mean to but he's got to clean himself up and quickly. iii learned early on to not let his attitude and politics get in the way of his killing game. He just wanted to hurt the person not kill them… not at first anyway. The power and control, the greed of taking loomed over his head like a halo. But the more he drank the Kool-Aid the bigger he felt. Stronger. No one knew of the little side project he'd been conjuring up. Not a clue! He was grateful he was stealthy in that way. How'd sneak up on his next victim, pounce on them when they least expect it. Garrett them behind the wheel, choke them out in an alley way, stalk them down the lane, nab them under an underpass as cars whizzing by would drown our their noise. He was good at it. Maybe too good. He was careful mind you, never hurting someone close to him. Not even an acquaintance, a friend of a friend. He knew what was going on, constantly watching news reels, horking down junk food in bed as to who to look out for. Taking mental notes in between bites of cooled down ramen or hash browns.
He wasn't expecting you to pop up on his life though.
That was not accounted for.
….
The chime above the door to Jerry's Butchershop reached his ears in the back kitchen, slabs of meat, gristle and gore lined the metal tables where he worked. Hacking a cleaver into the shoulder of what was once swine. The colder room reeked of innards and iron, a could of soft candy flavored vape hung to his shirt. iii tuned his ears into ii yapping up front to a customer, the shorter man had a kinder tone of voice, not bassy but he'd worked at Jerry's and knew ii even longer to know what that man up front was saying.
iii brought his cleaver down once more, moving the meat to their respected spots. Picnic roast over there on the full sheet pan, next to the shanks and hock on another tray. Shallower hotel pans held the intestines' and different cuts of rib racks.
Funny thing is, iii liked that the innards looked the same, made him humble in the fact that he too and everyone around him on two legs, every human was just as dispatchable. We were a sacks of meat and bones, just depended on who was doing the harvesting was the big take away.
"Oi, lanky boy!" ii popped his head into the room, moving aside the lighter plastic than the walk-in. " 'ave ya' got any Ox tails back there? new girl has a recipe to try." He said with a shrug.
Ah yes, the new girl.
You were easy on the eyes, just new to town, coming in for a job from the city out to the ends of the town of Arcadia. iii and ii had noticed you right away, pretty thing in an even prettier outfit, you stood out. Out here in Arcadia, people wore overalls, Carhart jackets and big boots. A lot of beige and plaid, a workers town if you will. Decent folks, friendly and easy going.
Cornfed as some would refer.
The smell of sweet grass hung in the air pleasantly, hovering above the town like a halo.
You had stopped them from their walk after lunch one afternoon, asking if they could point you in the direction of Espera Spice & Tea Shoppe. Bright and bubbly, clean and fresh, you smelled like a dream and iii couldn't help but follow your scent before ii had told the directions.
Every time he saw you, walking around, chatting with who he had assumed were your coworkers on park benches, on patios of the small town restaurants. Filling up at the pump, enjoying ice cream sunday's. Sometimes after a kill he'd wonder what you would think. Which only lead him down a more sinister path of thinking. Or lack thereof and over the course of this last year, his emotions had gotten him in some pretty hot water. He's never been caught, never even questioned but a certain Detective in Arcadia was keeping a close eye on the man.
Or six in this case.
Said man was now sitting on the trunk of his car in an alley way, swaying his feet, checking his watch and smoking.
iYou should have been home by now… this was out of your normal routine and since iii had taken it upon himself to watch you like a hawk, to protect you, to prevent any foul play; he'd gotten a hold of your address and for the last six weeks, unbeknownst to you, has waited each and every night for your apartment light to signal your safety.
Always within ten minutes but this was getting excessive of fifteen, edging closer to twenty as he looked at his watch again. He was thisclose to getting a tracker to follow your location, popping the locater under your tire well where you'd be the none the wiser, you were already a hundred miles overdue for an oil change. If iii could do it for you while you slept upstairs he would, but your cars' alarm system was touchy. He found that out the hard way.
A half hour late and now he was back there pacing, slinking quietly in all black between buildings and residential homes. Your car nowhere in sight. His heart thump thumped in his throat, mouth getting dry as he flexed his fingers as if gearing up for a fight.
That is until he heard your laugh, distinct and affectionate. iii hid between the buildings once more, hiding and pressing his back into the harsh brick of the building.
"…you again, Sam. I'm still getting used to the layout here." Your voice slurred a bit, the sound of keys echoed and pitched his at his ears.
"No worries, like I told you at the bar; I'm a pretty good lookout, if you ever need anything, you know where I am."
iii frowned at that; as long as he was living and breathing, there is no reason for you to need Sam for anything. Well, except maybe making sure you were safe and made it home one in piece, of course. But he couldn't just kill Sam, he was too well liked and respected to dispatch like those hogs that were coming into the shop the next day.
iii peered around the corner once the door to your building opened and shut, seeing the back of Sam Hallet's curly head of hair walk away towards the main street. He looked back twice, almost as if he felt someone watching him.
Meanwhile he propped himself back on to the trunk of his car, relief radiating off him like heat as he helped himself to his vape pen. He leaned back, hands cupping the back of his head as he had the perfect view to your apartment floor, to the little hallway that lead to your bedroom and into the bedroom itself. Not all of it of course, just where your closet door was open, the mirror showing him just enough to keep the beast at bay and of course he'd never tell you that.
All iii needed to know was that you were safe.
….
You came in twice that next week; wanting de-boned chicken thighs, cured salami, rye crackers and honey dipped goat cheese, some pork shoulder for a work picnic you told your boss you would tackle. iii stayed in the back, standing beside ii at the register, watching you smile and chat his friend up. You looked right at him before you left with your fixings, in his mind you had eyed him up and down, sizing him up possibly which lead to him looking after you as left the store front.
"Hey Y/N! wait up!" iii shouted, running after you, fixing his face mask as you slowed and turned to see him in the daylight.
"Did I forget something?" you squeaked, patting your pockets and purse, shifting your bag of goodies.
"No no I just uh, if you're not, like it's totally fine, just thought I'd ask. Um, maybe you'd want to--"
"I'd love to go out with you!"
"You would?! I mean… you would?" iii was shocked, covering up his squeaking voice with his hand.
"Of course, you guys are so nice to me and I find you very interesting. I'd like to get to know more of you outside of you being covered in blood."
That's the thing though; he wants you to see him in blood. Will be less of a shock when the time comes and he slips up and oh no you found out his little hobby. In fact, as you're gleefully tap tapping your digits into his phone, he grins behind his mask, both, the one of his face and the one no one but his victims are privy too… he just may have to jerk off to the thought of you covered in gore.
….
It's been a few months now since iii has gotten the itch to kill again. The last one, a man named Ricky who always gave iii the willies and made him flinch since high school, was just too good. Too sweet. The ripping and tearing of clothing, the way he'd tasted blood, from his own mouth, not Ricky's! to how it made him feel vindicated and taller than his already towering 6'4 frame. He had followed him through the trail behind Espera Spice & Tea Shoppe one evening after locking up. Ricky was drunk and out of sorts; perfect. iii had had enough of seeing Ricky's face, watching him harass women, bully his way through a crowd, spit on someone at the Arcadia town fair last August.
His time had come.
iii pulled on his leather gloves, enjoying the stretch and sound they made whenever he put them on, he checked his surroundings like a bird before following behind. Taking his time, matching each crunching step through the leaves until he finally pounced. Grabbing Ricky from behind in a Full Nelson, shaking his body apart like a rag doll. Kicked out his legs before dropping him to the ground.
"What the fuck all is that about?" Ricky stammered and coughed, looking up slowly at the aggressor.
"Bully anyone else I know today, eh Ricky boy?"
"Oh fuck off, bean pole! I ought to right that look on your face, mate." Ricky spat and lumbered to his feet, wobbling right into iii's trap.
"I'd like to see you try it. Go on," iii leaned over and patted his cheek.
"Give it a go. One free punch then it's lights out; goodbye and good night."
"You think you can take me, big man?"
"Oh I hope you pray to God that you don't miss because you're about to meet the man upstairs!"
Ricky swung and did in fact miss, a few times as iii laughed at his school mate bully, taunting him, lunging forward, knocking him down to the ground. He sat on top of his wriggling form, kicking up dirt and debris with his shoes, clawing at iii's jacket, at his neck. iii head butted him, causing Ricky to yelp out in pain, struggling for balance.
He dug in his back pocket and pulled out his butterfly knife, flipping it around so the blade was exposed and held closely to Rickey's carotid artery.
"Just so you know Ricky boy, you won't be missed by many." iii huffed out.
"What are you even playing a--"
iii slit his throat.
The gurgle and noise as Ricky had finally been put in his place was unmatched, iii held down his flailing arms, watching the life drain out on the dirt below, staining the already turning leaves, the smell of iron, true and fresh. The light slowly dimmed out of Ricky's shocked brown eyes. iii dragged him under a tree, propped him up nice and gave him a pat on the head as he made his whistling way home.
He was excited for your day-date as you had called it; you wanted a coffee, a thing he knows a thing or two about since ii turned him on to making cold brews at home and saving some coin. He felt a sense of pride when you looped your arm around one of his, strolling through Arcadia as if he hadn't had a care in the world that he might get caught.
At least it was someone in town that no one truly fancied, no redemption arc in Ricky's future, that was set in stone even before iii had killed him.
The lanky odd ball pulled your chair out for you, he was desperate to smell your hair or perfume, maybe it was some sort of secret third fragrance like an essential oil you might dab on the inside of your thighs. Oh he shouldn't have done that. You sat down at the table outside a black and white checkerboarded awning, cute little spindly chairs with age and character to match. iii thought about your thighs more than he was paying attention to what you were talking about, something about wooly mice. Curly ones too. He was distracted by your excited chatter and playful demeanor, asking him questions about himself and where and how he grew up. You were genuinely interested in him, he thought, what a fresh start.
Refreshing and--
"Hey Y/N!"
Sam came strutting over, head held high with confidence while iii pulled up his mask to cover his mouth after taking a cold sip of coffee.
"Sam! how are you?" you actually stood up and hugged the man, not like you were rude or anything, far far from it. iii was just in a mood, said move being that Sam was touching his things without permission. You didn't belong with him, you belonged at iii's side.
"Great, I just got a promotion! gotta' pack up my stuff, I'll be moving, which I am not looking forward to?"
"Out of Arcadia or just closer?"
"Back to Eden actually! that's where I'm from anyway, it will be nice to see some friendly faces I suppose," Sam answered with a shrug, finally acknowledging iii after several minutes of light chatter. All Sam gave him was a head nod while Sam crossed his arms over his chest, nodding along to what you were saying. "Just the next city over, I'll be back and forth of course to hang out or whatever."
"Sure that's awesome! I'm so happy for you."
iii couldn't stand this much longer and thankfully Sam took the hint that you two were hanging out and voiced he didn't want to intrude on anything you had going on. Which was a god damn lie as Sam had taken up ten minutes of your time, ten minutes iii could have been getting some lore about just who you, Y/N Y/L/N, was.
"Sorry about that," you shrugged and swirled the ice in your slightly sweating cup. "He's been a real friend to me since I got here."
"Am I not a friend to you?"
"What? no no no, you misunderstand! you are a great friend to me, ii too! you guys are awesome," you rushed to assure him, skeptical at first was iii until he noticed you reaching out your hands over the lacquered table top, asking for his in kind. He hadn't held hands with anyone in so long, it felt foreign but at the same time he was glad his touch starvation was being lifted by your hands. "Sam is just a friend, you won't have to worry about him. Not like you are anyway. From what I know so far at least, is that you're a pretty confident guy, you carry yourself that way and you're just… you. You don't put on a show for others and I like that."
Now he felt bad because he was actually putting on a front, masking his inner demons and the like, unseen. It felt strange to be holding your hands, looking at you, those same hands that ended the lives of five people. The first body tossed over the Descending Falls at the edge of town, Creek at the edge of town, which would later turn into dumping them into the Falls, no doubt ate up by now, just bones and no proof. The second was split in half, head and torso dumped at Eden's door step, they still haven't found the body half and they never would. He was busy thinking about the blood on his hands until you squeezed them.
"Would you?"
"Huh? would I… would I what, sorry?"
"I asked if you would like to go on a proper date with me, not just a day-date. But like somewhere nice, good lighting, set the mood, maybe."
"The mood?"
"Yeah you know, like couples do."
iii felt his jaw unhinge, mouth open, the smell of coffee and vape juice lingering around him. He blinked at you.
"Are we-- are we dating?"
Your broad smile made him smile, mimicking the act as you began to nod. "If that's ok with you. I'd like to--"
iii snorted and jumped up from the table, startling you and the observing patrons also outside enjoying the early fall weather. He gathered you up in his arms, hugging you tightly for the first time, getting another whiff of your scent, laying his head down on the crown of your skull.
"That is more than okay with me!"
….
"Yo where ya' been, man? did ya' see the news?" ii excited asked the next morning, bright and early waiting on the days' shipment. ii grabbed iii's wrist and turned up the volume on the tv that was stationed above in the corner of the front entryway.
"What new--"
"… there are not any leads as to what lead to this man's death, a man called Ricky Burns, a local born and raised Arcadian, one of our very own, murdered and left to die alone. If anyone has any information you are meant to phone the local authorities…"
"Didn't we go to school with a Ricky Burns? ain't he that bloke that made fun of yer height and all 'hat? fuckin' wild." ii just shook his head at the grainy screen, setting the remote on the already wiped down counter and got back to work before opening hours. Meanwhile, iii just looked on, watching them re-hash the same reel, ii couldn't see his face but if he could, he would've been shocked to see iii smirking.
One date turned into another. And another. Another yet another. By the time iii knew it there was an anniversary dinner being planned, flowers were bought, trinkets and candies. He had just finished the last button on his shirt, had slipped on a matching vest and gazed at himself in the mirror. He liked it. Since having you around and proudly on his arm, he'd never felt better. Maybe that darkness was over now, he hadn't felt the urge to kill again in quite awhile. He thought about just killing Sam again, fantasies of holding his head underwater in the back of Jerry's, maybe slicing into one of his Achilles tendons and let him bleed out like a animal to slaughter. No one else on the news had piqued his interest into getting rid of them off this planet.
Not until two weeks ago that is and those fantasies shifted weight to someone new.
You'd mentioned while snuggling on the couch that there was a very persistent and pushy man at work, always trying to chat to you, standing too close, wanting to eat lunch with you or would go out of his way to get a drink you liked. He'd set his sights on other women in the office as well, making them stick together to the point of walking each other to their provided vehicles. Once he brought you left overs, a heart drawn on the post-it when you brought it over to iii's place.
"Fucks that?"
"I don't know, but I don't like it. I told him I have a boyfriend but he just ogled me and said 'why couldn't I have two?' " You shrugged it off but iii could never.
"He's always saying stuff to the women in the office; it's so annoying!" He ate you out and fucked you hard and fast on the couch, like his life depended on it, like he was dying and you were giving him life.
Holding on to his shoulders like that, biting into the soft muscle of his neck, panting his name. You tapped him then, catching your breath for him to slow down before you pushed him off you to roll over on to you knees, the look of desire and desperation in those eyes of yours when you looked over your shoulder.
"Go on baby; take it." You said with a wink, giggling into the corduroy material of the couch arm when pushed your head down further, fucking you even harder until you came twice in succession below him. Grunting out 'it's mine it's mine! mine mine mine' until he came all over the small of your back, smearing his numerals one, two three there.
iii took it upon himself to sit outside your workplace, taking notes of how this guy who couldn't help himself from ogling you, who could blame him either iii thought, what was the make and model of his car.
What was his lunch order? maybe iii could poison him. What time he got to work, when he left, tailing this Adam Rossi guy home.
He sat on a metal bench, leaned back, flexing and balling his fingers. He was so incensed and focused he wasn't aware another had down beside him.
"So whose next on the list?"
"What?" iii sneers, his stomach tightening knowing he's very particular in cleaning up his mess.
"Picking out your next victim aren't you?" Detective Vessel questioned, head faced towards your brick building as well. He reeked of coffee and some sort of fruit pie, typical tv-cop meal.
"I'm not doing anythin'."
"Oh sure. Just sitting here menacingly, staring at an office building for no good reason. You can't even see through the windows," Detective Vessel said in a hushed voice, right into his ear, "You're up to something. I know it."
"And what is it that you think I'm guilty of then?" iii turned his head, staring into the face that chased him like cigarette smoke hung on clothes. Even though you could only see the bottom portion of Vessel's face, you knew his eyes were sparkling the way his bright white teeth were. Devil man.
"Whatever it is, it's not kosher. I know you're guilty of something, iii. Men like you always have skeletons in their closets," the Detective stood and brushed of his suit and straightened his tie. "Just need to be patient and wait for you to leave that door unlocked. See ya' around."
iii watched him walk away towards the precinct, whistling a tune, fading away down the street.
He'd thought about taking the Detective out a handful of times over the years, lay in wait in the back of his standard issue sedan, garret him right then in there, lump his body in the trunk and be done with it all.
He jerked off to the thought of it that night, coming hard between his lengthy fingers, the sloppy sound of cum and too much spit. He also thought about you watching him do it. Fucking his fist, biting into the palm of his hand while he thrusted the last few ounces out of the tip.
iii recognized Vessel's car perched at the end of the block of your office building a few days later, he even stuck out his arm and gave him a little wave that he sees him too.
Fuck off, ya' bellend.
He shifted his weight in the elevator, holding onto the lunch he'd prepared for you at his own occupation, using his break to see you and to finally put a face to that bloke that was annoying you and the other women in the office.
He was nervous that might tear into the man right away and ruin the surprise of him coming to see you a Thursday afternoon. Also nervous because he'd never been in here before, the smell of decent coffee and fresh printer paper he'd just walked by. He stood out by height alone, so he hugged the walls, surveying the cubicle laden room.
iii saw a man about his age, maybe a few younger skulk around, wiggling a pen in the same manner ii did when he was taking inventory or thinking. What was this man thinking? iii thought. A startled blonde in a tweed skirt dropped her papers and iii apologized, she joked and scurried off like a mouse. He stayed crouched for just a second longer than anticipated and that's when he heard your voice, carrying over to him like waves. No one was on the side of the room, probably taking their lunch break as well as he moved around, following the lilt of your voice.
"I don't know, I think Paige recommended me the peppermint bark the last time I was at the Shoppe."
"You go there a lot do you? never been. Maybe you could show me around sometime?"
"I don't think so, I'm not from around here as you know. You would know more about the tea Shoppe than I would."
iii frowned.
"Oh come on, we could make a day of it, see? it'll be fun."
iii finally stood, rolling his shoulders he cracked his neck and with purpose strode to your desk. He could see the back of your head, he knew you well that you were gritting your teeth no doubt. You could play nice even when you wanted to spit venom.
"Maybe one of the other-- hey you!" You stopped talking quickly, averting your eyes instantly to him. The other guy jerked back.
"Jesus man! it ain't Halloween just yet!" the man touched his heart and looked between the pair of you. Eyes flickering when he noticed the light in your eyes beam.
"What are you doing here?"
"Wanted to surprise my girlfriend with a little lunch is all." iii ignored him but kept him nice and neat in the peripherals of his eyes.
"You are so sweet! how'd I get so lucky?" iii reacted to the way you widened your eyes and flicked them subtly to the guy standing next to your cubicle. They screamed do something do something!
"That's just it dollface, women love a man covered in blood."
"Beg pardon?" the man spat and swallowed hard.
"I'm the head butcher at Jerry's Butchershop just up the road. Got a fancy little name tag too, do you good sir, do have a name tag?" iii sneered and set down the container, leaning the frame of your desk as he rested his forearm on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
"Nah, we don't… um I'm Adam."
"Adam is it? I've 'eard about this one before." iii shook his hand, gripped it tight too.
Adam stammered. "All good things I hope."
"You should hope harder."
You snorted and covered your smile with a hand. "My man is a bit on the blunt side. You got time to eat with me, cutie?"
iii adjusted his cloth mask and held out his hand from your shoulder to help you up, Adam looked both freighted and like he was about to shit a brick as you two left holding hands.
"So that's him then?" iii asked as you two sat out in front of the building on a bench, iii doing his best to think strategy and not that the Detective's car was still there watching him.
"Yeah," you scoffed and stabbed at the perfectly cooked to your liking New York strip with peppercorn sauce. "Told you he was annoying. I'm his latest victim this week, he's been desperately asking all the women on our floor out to dinner or back to his place. What a creep."
"Yeah. A real one," iii answered in between bites of potato salad. "If only you could get rid of him."
"There's one way." You chuckled darkly, winking at him as you chewed your food.
"Oh yeah doll and what's that then?"
"You could kill him." You offered as if you were telling him the forecast.
….
Those four words circulated around his head like a halo for two whole weeks. He knew you were joking, surely you were joking. There's no way you would just casually during a lunch break toss out killing someone, a coworker who had been a menace and sex pest. Right? The thought of you watching him kill, both of you standing over Adam as the light and life left his eyes, the blood on his hands, at your feet, staining your shoes, ruining your outfit… no no no, you were pulling his leg.
"You were only jokin' the other night, right doll?" iii asked, laid up on your couch, both of you were exhausted from the hectic week you both seemed to have had and barely got to see one another, massaging each others tired feet. You wiggled your toes.
"About what?"
iii wondered briefly if he should ask, maybe it was a whimsy thing of you to say. Held no substance but… "What you said about that Adam guy. Your wish for me to kill him?"
You snorted. "Honey, you thought I was serious? I wouldn't ask you to do something like that," you paused, both thumbs pressed into the arch of his foot. "Unless you really wanted to."
His eyes went wide, his heart stopped before growing three sizes, his stomach flipped and his jaw unhinged at the look on your face.
Innocent yet dripping with sin.
"Oh my good iii! the look on your face!" you burst into hysterics, shaking the couch. "No oh my god, you're no killer. You wouldn't hurt a fly, babe."
You had mentioned you'd be out of town the following weekend which mad him already miss you even though you were there in one of his shirts cooking breakfast and also a little light in the loafers as with you out of town, he could dismantle Adam without you knowing. You might have an assumption or may even question your boyfriend, but you wouldn't be mad about not dealing with this sex pest any longer, any of you women in the office would cheer and throw an office party!
Nights when you two weren't together iii had made it a routine in following Adam and learning his routine, when he got home, where he liked to get gas, his Jersey Mike's order, what he preferred to drink, what he picked out this week at the liquor store. He was on him and that following Saturday when you were gone, he struck.
Wouldn't hurt a fly… sorry doll, iii thought to himself as he pounced on Adam in a headlock, dragging him through the parking lot of a bar, covering his mouth as well, pinching his nose shut. Adam kicked the side of the dumpster just as another drunk karaoke singer took to the stage behind them. He lifted him up over his shoulder once he was knocked out and carried him towards the park, his killing grounds of sorts. Not too far away from where he'd killed Ricky.
He dropped his off his shoulders in a heap, he heard a crunch, nothing serious, no more so than the damage he was about to deliver. iii slapped Adam in the face, dizzy eyes met his in the dark.
"Your days are soon to be over."
"Huh? where am I?" Adam choked, grabbing at his neck before iii hit him again. He was starting to look worried; perfect, iii thought.
"Doesn't matter. This is the last place you'll ever be," iii bent lower, grabbing Adam's face tightly with his gloved hands, squeezing, taunting, playing with his victims. " 'm not even close to sorry, Adam but I will inform you that this place," he extended his free hand out showcasing the trail and roll of leaves, the bare branches, the soft and wet earth. He even gave Adam's face a hard shake. "This place will become your tomb."
iii whipped out his butterfly knife, spun it until it opened cleanly, glowing in the moonlight. He didn't waste time. The way Adam's eyes widened slowed down, time set a slow pace when he was in his killing element. iii plunged the blade into the side of Adam's thick neck.
The surprise. The shock. The satisfaction on iii's face, smiling beneath his mask that had frightened the dying man weeks prior. The gentle twist on the blade to add an extra insult felt so good, he felt it in the base of his spine, the balls of his feet. Bliss.
He heard a gasp, terrified he looked over his shoulder; better not be that fucking Detective. iii had never killed twice in one night but there was always a first time for everything.
When he turned fully he was quite relieved to not see the Detective instead...
… he saw you.
"What are you doing here?" iii stammered out, too late to hide the crimson stained blade, Adam holding his neck as ore seeped out between his fingers, dying eyes looking at you.
"Honey what did you do?"
You looked nervous as if he might turn the knife on you, leave no witness and he would never do such a thing. iii would kill himself rather then even make you upset!
"You're supposed to be out of town."
"That's not what I asked." You said, rocking on the ball of your feet, staring at him, your voice watery. "What did you do?"
iii swallowed and wiped off the blood from the blade on palm of one of his gloves. "I took care of it. Adam was a threat, so I got rid of it."
On wavering legs you came closer down the the trail, looking down at Adam who lay lifeless, the smell of blood heavy in the night air. "You killed him."
"For you."
"For me?" you shook your head.
"I KILLED HIM TO PREOTECT YOU!" iii shouted at you for the first time since you'd been a couple, he pointed down Adam. "He was going to hound you for who knows how long, those other women you work with, they deserve safety too."
"But iii--"
"And I'm not sorry."
You stepped over Adams remains, putting your hands up onto his shoulders. "I don't want you to be sorry."
"You don't?"
"No. I left my trip early cause I felt something was wrong and I was right," you weren't scolding him, you weren't scared of him. "I also have a feeling now that this isn't your first kill… is it?"
"No." iii put away the blade back into his pocket, looking down at you with a question on his lips. "Do you hate me?"
"Hate you? honey I love you!"
Those three words he'd only heard from friends and family up until this point in his life sounded like heaven, voices of an angel. It shocked him as it had shocked Adam with a blade to the jugular. This had never happened before.
"You love me?"
"Of course I do. We should probably get him out of here before Detective Vessel finds out you've been busy."
"You're gonna' help me? who are you?"
….
With your unsuspecting help and aid, you grabbed Adam's legs, iii citing it was a bit 'iffy up top', hefting Adam's torso and dead weight, literally, underneath his arms. In the cover darkness, while the town of Arcadia either slept or were distracted with late night activities and none the wiser, you two, partners in love and now partners in literal crime managed to move Adam to Missing Limbs Falls.
The rushing sound of the Falls were familiar to iii, this was another spot around the town where he felt comfortable to dump his victims. You both agreed on three, accordingly of course and tossed his body into the coursing waters. You both watched as his body moved, wishy washy until you could no longer see the tops of his shoes poking out from the water.
"What do we do now?"
The drive back to his place was a blur of you pawing at him, nuzzling his neck and full on groping him it seemed like, he wasn't even sure he'd stopped at any of the lights. Something feral had taken ahold of you. It was so strange. He thought about your reaction to his side gig of keeping Arcadia safe hundreds of times and yet none of them held a candle to this. It was almost like… you were into it.
Fumbling his keys at the door, your growl of dissatisfaction, barely shutting the door, tearing off his mask that he would surely need a fast replacement. If Detective Vessel caught even a whiff of blood he might set up a whole investigation against him.
He let you manhandle him into the bathroom, fighting for space and not much else as you climbed into the shower, dragging him with you. Blood stained the tub, washing down the drain from his hold on your hips which you didn't seem to mind.
"I am so turned on right now." You said against his lips, as if trying to morph into his body, pressing your chest closer, stepping on tip toes, fingers in his hair.
"I just killed a guy."
"Not your first." you kissed him really hard, leaving an indent in his bottom lip no doubt, smacking your way across his face. "Might not even be your last!"
"Are you alright? you know this isn't normal, right?"
You pulled back, holding on to his arms. "Do you want me to turn you in or something?"
"No! I just… you're acting like this isn't out of the ordinary. I kill people."
"Do you kill people or bad people?" You asked watching his mouth for the answer.
"Bad people."
"Well then that's good!" you rushed to kiss him once more. "You're a good boy, iii."
He shuddered and you noticed, no one had praised him like you do, no one had acknowledged him like you do, he's putty in your hands and he promised himself he'd do anything for you. Whatever you asked. Including murder.
iii really liked that.
Even more when you rinsed off, barely towel dry and sat in his lap, joining your bodies together. Your foreheads together, rocking his cock further and further up into you, you smiled at him before kissing him, licking your way instantly into his mouth. He groaned and smoothed his hands, now clean up your damp back, before cupping your face as you fucked.
"I love you too ya' know." iii huffed out when you leaned back, hands perched tightly on his knees, exposing your swollen clit with the angle. His eyes instantly on it.
"I know." You huffed back, brushing the back of your knuckles along his sharp jawline.
"Y-you do?"
"Of course, you're kinda' predictable when it comes to me. I can see it in-- oh fuck yeah rub my clit just that fuck-- I can see it in your eyes. Circle it circle it." You gasped, clenching the gummy walls of your pussy around him. His left foot twitched and your eyes rolled back.
He did, earning another 'good boy' praise, he could get used to this. "I'm your good boy?"
"You sure are, baby. Killer or not."
This time iii smiled and brought you to the edge, swallowing your little mewls with needy kisses, holding your hips to roll you over so he could fold you up and fuck you nice and deep.
"You think you'll ever get caught?" You asked after he came with a shudder, dropping his body weight onto you, you held him and calmed him down. Running your fingers through his damp but drying hair.
iii lifted his head a little, drowsy eyes and dry throat. "Would you stop me if I wanted to kill again?"
"Not unless you wanted me to." You easily and gently said, bopping him on the nose.
"As long as you keep me accountable; I don't think we'll have to worry.
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