#steak 2007

[m1236914]

steak yaoi commission

[liverdengrov]

[daftpuddingz]

steak and rubber.

[edrec]

🥖🩸

[pylonangel]

daft punk was so amazing yesterday

[gaycatpark]

Pure Milk

Word count: 382 Genre: Steak Angst Synopsis: Felix is not okay. Notes: I don’t think this requires any warnings? Uh, other than this is…. weird and disjointed and part of that is purposeful because Felix is feeling very disjointed and also I was just kinda playing with a style. Uh, it could be tighter but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Shout out to @lisa-franck for introducing me to the song Pure Milk, which, uh, obviously influenced this fic.

He never liked the taste of milk, how it soured his tongue, soured memories even when distance dulled the slick sick in his throat and coiling of his groin taut and thickly wound around a shuddering beat at the thought of him.

It had started as admiration, blossoming into adoration and something, for a small time, he had been fool enough to consider something close to- no, to call it love would be no better than to call it obsession; terms used to quantify what even he could not puzzle out. What he felt, if anything, was the twisted release of blushing bruises and crackling scabs, the pleasure-pain of getting the shit beaten out you, ground beneath the boot of your beloved until gravel and flesh consummated into the bastard child of blood and grime. He could never love him, no more than he could ever be loved by him in return.

These were not thoughts Felix shared aloud, of course. He kept his lips tight and swallowed back the milky bile. Even now, he could not call it hate either. Even watching them together, remembering the way it felt when they stole about like rats or high school vandals [sweethearts, high school sweethearts is what he wanted, not this] back before they were tame, back before Chivers meant anything. Before they became monstrous [no, no, they had been born with claws and teeth the both of them]. Back before silicon and scarlet wrapped ribbons around them that red thread of destiny constricting tighter and tighter stopping blood until bursting they became-

Chivers

-soaked in Red the color if their jackets Red the halo around his hair the brake lights Red his touch Red his name against his lips Red-

Felix hurled the bottle against the wall. He did not hear the glass shatter beneath the roar of Red in his ears, but he watched as the white dripped down peeling paper, soaking in plaster. It would reek in a week’s time, sour as his throat. He could taste it in his chest. His hands were shaking. Felix felt his eyes burn red and white always with this red and white and the taste of-

Danny boy, would you remember?

If I could cry tears of pure milk, would you remember me?

[pylonangel]

it’s just summer skies

[pylonangel]

drawings from the week(?)