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Kiss the Carnage : a Stu x Billy fic (CHAPTER 2)

(Warnings for this chapter: hallucinations, subconscious self-harm, me projecting my schizoaffective diagnosis on characters.)

Stu woke up with his arms wrapped around a smaller body, eyes opening slowly to adjust to the morning light. "Mm... Billy, you snuck in-?"

He let out a gasp as a crawling, buzzing sensation worked its way under his skin from where his flesh connected with Billy's, eyes going wide as swarms of black beetles burrowed their way into his skin, the brunet's smaller body quickly decomposing into a hoard of the bugs that were making their way into Stu.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck- Jesus Christ!"

He scrambled to get up, nearly falling out of the bed in his haste to detach himself from Billy's rotting form. He shook his head rapidly left to right as he clenched his eyes shut, flapping his arms up and down as he attempted to fling the bugs away and calm down.

Shit, pull yourself together, Macher! You haven't taken your meds in a few days, you know what's happening, chill out. What does Dr. Myers always say? Happy place? Ignore it? Yeah yeah, some bull like that. Do that, do that."

Breathing in and out deep and slow he brought himself back in time. Back to a random night he and Billy watched some horror movie he couldn't remember the name of, any of them would do. The way his eyes would travel over to Billy's intent gaze on the screen, how Billy could always guess the killer before him or even the characters in the movie. How his dark eyes glowed with satisfaction as he figured out the whole plot of the movie early on, wittily critiquing the story, motives, plot points, the deaths.

Billy.

Billy Loomis.

He sighed and opened his eyes, looking down at himself. Arms scratched an angry raw pink in an unconscious attempt to dig the insects out, but just arms. No unwanted creepy crawlies. His lips twitched up into a shaky smile and he pressed his hands to his bandaged wounds, a habit he had taken up lately. Maybe their presence reminded him he was alive.

Or, his mind supplied, reminded him that Billy had in his own special way marked him. He smiled wider, giddily, and a lightheaded happiness flooded through his veins. Billy had probably on accident gotten some of his own blood into Stu's system as well during their night of carnage. They had been stabbing each other, so was it really too unreasonable for Stu to think they might've swapped some blood through open wounds?

He bit down on his thumb as he pondered, and a sharp taste of iron flooded his taste buds. He sucked on the digit greedily. Billy. He was tasting Billy.

A sharp knock on his door brought him out of his thoughts and with one last lick of the red liquid on his thumb he wandered over to the source of the sound and unlocked it. Billy was standing in front of him, a frown on his features.

"What the fuck were you screaming about-?" His shorter friend's voice broke off as he took in the sight of Stu's shirtless torso, a long and toned expanse of pale skin leading down to pajama pants slung low on his skinny waist. Billy stared for a moment before looking away, glaring harder at something off to the side.

"Yeah? Billy buddy? Whatcha looking at?" Stu asked, diverting the question as he leaned into Billy's space to look out the door in the direction Billy was glaring. He pulled back, a shit eating grin spreading across his face. "Oh dude, it's okay if you like what you see. I know I've got it going on."

Billy snapped his head back to look up at Stu, glare intensifying ten-fold. "Shut up, dick. Put a shirt on or something, no one wants to..." his gaze lowered again, a look of confusion as he took in something. Stu looked down, in what he assumed was a similar state of confusion before he realized his friend was looking at the red and furious scratches running up and down his arms, little droplets of blood welling up in the wake of his sharp un-cut nails' destruction.

"Oh, uh, yeah, must've... had an itch in my sleep or something." He let out a little chuckle, eyes trained on the ground.

"Quit the bullshit," Billy said quietly. Deathly quietly. "What did you do to yourself this time?"

Stu sighed, chewing on his lower lip. "Bugs," he managed to get out. "Was just the bugs again."

Billy nodded, the look of confusion gone and replaced with one of neutrality with an undercurrent of concern. "You know they're not real, right? Never have been."

Stu nodded, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. "I mean- yeah. Now. But, Billy, man, ya gotta believe me on how real they look and feel. It's insane. I'm fucking insane." He let out another chuckle, this one less awkward and more hysteric, gaining in pitch for the relatively short time it lasted. "Jesus fuck, I don't know why you put up with me, I'm gonna-"

Billy shut him up with a grip on his other wrist, pressure effectively distracting him. "It's okay. It's okay, Macher. You know I'm insane too."

Stu looked him in the eyes and brought his other hand down from his neck to hold onto the hand Billy was using to grip his wrist. A silent question passed between them.

Is this alright?

The moment passed slowly, and when neither one of them made a move to pull out of the admittedly slightly awkward position, Billy broke the silence.

"Remember. I'm the only one allowed to hurt you."

To anyone else it would've sounded like a clear threat. And it was.

Stu heard, amongst the static filling his overwhelmed brain, the most sincere love confession he'd ever been witness to.

Billy wasn't sure he knew what he meant. All he knew was that he wouldn't stand for Stu to ruin his perfect body again.

Without his express permission, that is.

"C'mon. Let's get ready for school or we'll be late."

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