Everyone has something to hide.
Everyone.
It's usually a horrifying and life altering secret that will destroy most standing relationships.
If they insist they have no secrets, bully them until they talk.
Don't let them tell you other wise, THEY ARE LYING.
Welcome to Night Vale

~Chapter 1~

Early morning as the dawn breaks over vast stretches of weed brush and sand; settling to begin a warming process on a small town that had slept slightly comforted and partially thawed from the harsh cold desert nights. A more specific spot in the still sleeping town was a second floor flat in an apartment building covered in crawling ivy and slightly frosted windows. Inside this flat is a bed that is currently holding two men; sheets tangled listlessly around midriffs and legs, both are flush post coitus. One of them who's body is slightly more muscular with a strong jaw, chestnut skin, and thick black hair with sensual, if not premature, greying at the temples is snoring slightly. The other has just rolled from his lover's warm grasp to expose himself to the cool still air of the apartment because he really had to pee. His lithe feminine frame and shadow wander across the expanse of chilled hardwood floor, through the well memorized living space to the restroom.

His skin housed swirling tentacle tattoos and many eyes, the lover long since used to their loving and metaphorically burning gaze. After relieving himself he washes his hands in the basin only to glare with scared shame filled intensely purple eyes. There is no mirror in the bathroom, it was shattered by a wonderful scientist weeks ago after hearing something that made him scared for his lover's life.
"No." the word was a weak protest to something the man knew he couldn't stop. It slipped from eloquent lips and shattered on the plastic tile floor like a dropped blown glass Christmas bauble. "No no no no... He'll never speak to me. Oh my perfectly imperfect Carlos will run from me! I'm hideous!" It was a self proclaimed fear that was made heart breaking by a voice to heavenly to be twisted in such soft spoken agony.
Cecil Palmer fretted about the small bathroom under the naked yellow light bulb for nearly an hour. If he was physically able to look into a mirror without fear of his own demise the poor male would see exactly what had ended his last long standing relationship.

Where Cecil once possessed only two eyes with the strange colored iris, he now had those plus three more on his forehead, each sporting an inky black sclera that used to be white. As he ran a nerve wracked hand through platinum blonde hair the skin was quite a extraordinary shade of deep lavender. Sharp shark-like teeth replaced the pale white pegs that were just yesterday housed in his mouth, his soft pink tongue is at this moment long writhing and violet with a forked tip. He had tried so hard to suppress this form, he really had in every way. Pacing naked in his bathroom Cecil's new appearance looked eldritch, ancient, and all together inhuman, demonic. He had no other choice; being quick Cecil gathered his clothing and dressed at nearly lightening speed. Writing a note for Carlos to find once he'd awoken before giving him one last kiss on the head, just lightly, lightly so he wouldn't wake the man who claimed his heart.

Less than an hour later, when the sun had almost completely risen crawling slowly across Cecil's large bed. Carlos shivered, the cold has seeped into the spot where Cecil should have lain. He reached out blindly for Cecil, to pull him close possibly even convince the radio host into a bit of morning sex. But when his large hand connected with nothing but silken sheets and mattress each time Carlos's pulse sped with growing fear. Cecil's side of the bed was chilled, he hadn't been here for a while. He lifted his head from the pillow, eyes frightened and awake. Every possible reason for his boyfriend's disappearance ran through the scientist's head and with each one the reason grew steadily darker and worse. Finally Carlos leapt from their shared bed in a whirlwind of boxers, pajama pants, and a rather suspiciously stained lab coat before storming from the flat to his truck parked outside.

"GOD DAMNIT PALMER!" He cursed to the sky, Cecil had taken Carlos's truck.

(The whole of this fic was inspired by post/64334361299/this-blog-lacked-some-eldritch-lo ving-my

Because Oxy is fantastic!)