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Color sans sat at the bar, gazing back at the tied up figure behind him as he took a sip from his cup, setting it down. He sighed heavily, bones weary as he heard the restrained skeleton speak, taunting words dancing from his teeth.
“So, a mafia Au, feeling dangerous are we?” Killer jibed, squirming slightly under the pressure of the ever-present bindings.
“What can I say?” Color remarked, turning to fully address the man now. ”Everything is bangin hot here… Especially the drinks” His tone held an air of mockery, gazing at Killer with exhausted, droopy eyes.
“Very funny,” He replied rolling his head slightly in the overexaggerated motion one would roll their eyes, however the blatant sarcasm in his tone had left such a move unnecessary. “Now that everyone left…”
“Untie me”
“And let you kill me?” Color asked, turning his head back to the now empty bar, rolling his eyelight in return as his mouth curled into a bemused grin at the absurdity of even letting that man loose.
“Psh, I just wanna talk” He scoffed, tilting his head carefully to the side with a wink, grin growing sightly wider. His coy expression fixed on the other man, unseen eyelights locked onto him.
“Uh huh…” Color murmured dismissively, sending a dull glare in the direction of his captive. “Like the few times you tracked me down to talk.” He remarked sarcastically.
“You arent getting any fights from me pal.” He added, closing his eyes to take a slow sip of his drink. “So you better stay put-”
A loud cracking sound cut him off, the sound reminiscent of a bone sharply snapping out of place, and as he turned his head sharply to look, Killer was gone without a trace, the threads that once held him still floating to the floor. A cold dread awoke in the pit of his stomach, and he knew before he even turned his head back, that HE was already beside him.
In an instant, sharp pain erupted from Colors ribs as he was stabbed and slashed repeatedly, being let drop to the floor after Killer’s knife carved an age old and ever familiar gash acrost his chest. He shuddered in pain as he collapsed to the floor, the taste and smell of blood overwhelming as he lay wheezing, the wind knocked out of him, the pain overwhelming his senses as he foggily heard Killer’s voice slowly come back into focus
“I am tired of waiting” He remarked, cracking his arm back into it’s socket as he stared down at Color’s crumpled figure on the floor gasping in a pool of blood.
“Now if I am not mistaken…” Killer continued over the pained desperate breaths and the sounds of Color slipping around in his own blood, “With all those souls you’ve got inside of you… and somehow you aren’t melting.”
Color watched as Killer knelt down to his level, glaring daggers as his adversary continued to speak.
“I bet you have a way to heal, right?” Killer pointed out sharply, eyes narrowing as he tilted his head once more to the side, “What’s with that look?” He sneered, looking down at Color’s blood coated face
Color spat a glob of blood right onto Killer’s cheek, grinning manically as he called out in a shaky, pain riddled tone, “Me and my kids are not a show for your entertainment!! I am not showing you shit!” He took a long gasp, almost doubling into a coughing fit as he nearly choked on blood, before continuing, “What would a character like you even want to do with the souls?! Our only purpose is to fulfill our roles as judges.”
Colors expression turned to one of bewilderment as Killer began to chuckle, before wiping the blood to his lips, and licking off his hand. He felt a wave of something else crash through him, flames flickering for a moment as Killer grabbed his chin, tilting Color’s face up to look him in the eyes. One manic grin meeting the other as a knife twiddled dangerously close to his sole remaining eyesocket.
“Well isnt this something, still got some spunk left in you after all, how fun.” Killer replied with a grin, tilting Color’s head up more ever so slightly as he moved the knife to the back of Color’s neck, pressing the blade into his spine and trailing acrost it almost gently.
Color shuddered as he felt the knifes edge dance acrost his cervical, dots of blood blooming along the thin line, and he felt his weight almost lean into Killer’s hand for support, before defiantly turning away, staggering into a sitting position and covering the gaping wounds on his chest with one hand, supporting himself up with the other.
“The hell do you even want with me?” Color snapped, still reeling from the wave of pain caused by sitting up, however a pounding wave of pain echoed through his skull as he found himself shoved backwards onto the ground, laying in his own still warm blood as he stared up at Killer, who was now on all fours above him, manic grin still plastered on his face.
Killer continued to grin, lifting one of his hands to trace along the gash he had drawn across Colors entire ribcage, watching the man shudder beneath him in pain and, something else… Killer’s grin turned almost coy as he realized what he could be working with.
“Oh, well, the real question I am seeing is what you want with me,” Killer teased, straddling the other man now as he drew another small line of blood, this time tracing his knife over the side of Color’s neck, watching the man squirm and shudder, flames fluttering slightly. “Because from what I am seeing, I think you are showing me plently.”
Color’s expression flushed, but he still glared the man down, trying his best to ignore the pressure on his pelvic bone and his own conflicting feelings. He needed to get out of here, not let himself become a play toy for a psychotic murderer. But as the knife trailed acrost his cheek, he realized that no matter what course of action he took, he had some serious self discovery to do.
Killer felt the man below him squirm, trailing his bones with peppered knife cuts as he bled out from his grievous injuries, which truly did seem to be healing, how fun. Without even noticing, Killer became near entranced in the act of drawing lines across this mans body, watching the expressions he made, the little gasps, and his pitiful attempts to squirm out from under him.
“Get off of me!” Color groaned, shoving the knife from Killer’s hand in a final act of strength before laying there, gasping heavily as he stared up at the now silent man, having knocked him out of the trance he had been in. Much to his surprise, a blush covered Killer’s skull, and he seemed to turn away for a second, but Color could still feel his eyes on him, on his body, his bloodied bones and torn clothing.
Something began to fester between the two, like some filthy infected cut someone forgot to clean. This was wrong, the two of them knew that all too well. But as Killer found his hands drifting to pin Color’s down, and as Color’s breath hitched slightly in acceptance, the two knew this could not be ignored any longer.
“Dear Asgore, what kind of freak even are you,” Color murmured in a taunting manner, chiding the eerily silent man to respond. Every bone in his body feeling like it was on fire, the cuts long forgotten as he stared at those dark lifeless eyes and that contrasting, magnetizing flush.
Killer sans was swift to bring a hand to Color’s throat, materializing a sharp ended bone attack to press against his frame. He watched as Color’s eye widened, but how the man did not seem frightened, rather a fresh flush seemed to coat his roughed up complexion. How the flames that drifted from his cracked skull seemed more cottony and passionate, the small scars of cracks lining his features like a broken mosaic, down to the perfectly red blood and the soft angular features of his currently exposed neck; The small snippets of busted and broken ribs coated in warm wet blood, his arm pinned delicately under Killer’s rough hands, and that single eyelight fixated on his own dim eyes.
Before he even could fathom what he was doing, he had already leaned down, catching himself inches away from Color’s own face, his soulbeat stilled, warping conflictedly before in a single swift motion, the choice was made for him as Color leaned up to meet his lips despite the blade still at him throat. Killer dematerialized the bone attack immediately, moving on instinct as he cusped Color’s face in his hands, the two of their skulls colliding in a rather gory display considering the amount of blood.
Neither seemed to care as a soft groan escaped Color’s lips as Killer nibbled at his skull, neither acknowledged it as Killer’s soul seemed to fluctuate with every breathless kiss, how Color’s flames seemed to burst out in cloud like hearts, the two entirely absorbed in their own grasping and hungry need for this disease ridden love. Color’s arms wrapped around Killer’s neck, holding his battered body up as the two continued their passionate entanglement. Blood coated their clothing, matting the fur of Killer’s jacket and soaking Color entirely.
However passionate this moment was, it didn’t take long as a loud cough brought both of them to reality. Quickly pushing themselves off of eachother as they looked up to see a mafiafell variant staring at them from the doorway. “Grillby told me two skeletons had cleared out the bar… wasn’t expectin to see em near bonin.” This immediately made both of them blush hard, and Color went to explain, but was cut off by Mafiafell.
“I dont wanna know, trust me. Just get outta here, its weird enough knowin I got alternate versions of myself, I dont need to see em kissin too, I give ya two minutes.” He chuffed, before walking out and closing the door. Muffled conversation and bewildered laughter could be heard outside the bar now, and without a second thought, Killer lunged for his forgotten knife before teleporting out of there, and Color materialized the door to the void, practically crawling through before collapsing, having just enough energy to shut the door.
He laid there now, still panting lightly and coated in his own blood. The familiarity and chill of the void brought a soothing feeling over his slashed bones, and he closed his eyes. He did his best to pretend that what just happened, did not actually happen. However the lingering taste, the cuts along his bones, and the blood soaking his clothes told another story. Color sighed, he had some serious self reflection to do, but right now, what he really needed, was a nap.