perfect poison
. helium lost .
Author's Notes: I gave up attempting to construct a plot out of this. It's just PWP, honestly, a bunch of little sex scenes; I wrote it at 1AM in a hotel in Florence after reading In Cold Blood and going, "Hey, wouldn't it be great to write something about two gay mass-murderers—oh wait, I have Feitan and Phinx." So, yeah, enjoy.
Warning: Sex. Lots of it. It's not exactly graphic in that I don't describe every single thing that they do in excruciating detail, but... it's still sex, nonetheless.
Dedicated to: My partner in crime, Amai I wuv you! ; 3;
Theme: #27: overflow (零れる)
They had killed that afternoon, a bloody, messy murder that had no real motive other than the fact that they had had nothing else to do that day, and because Feitan had been itching to see something scream.
As they drove away from the murder scene, Feitan, with his bloodstained hands, unzipped Phinx's pants and worked him off, his small, thin fingers smoothly stroking him. Phinx bit his lip until it bled, trying to concentrate on driving. He pulled into the hotel's parking lot a minute later, rolled into the first open spot, then, closing his eyes, came into Feitan's hand.
Feitan regarded the white, sticky mess in his hand for a moment before reaching into the glove compartment, taking out a napkin, and wiping it off.
Their clothes had hardly hit the floor before Phinx picked Feitan up and tossed him onto the bed. In afterthought, he walked back over to the door and turned the lock, then deftly picked up his bloodstained black shirt as he walked back. He ripped a thin strip from it, then tied it tight around Feitan's head, covering his eyes. Feitan's lips were slightly parted, his breath coming out in erratic puffs.
The last thing he remembered before blacking out into a sea of pleasure was the felling of silky-soft hair tangled around his fingers and Feitan's warm, wet mouth engulfing him.
Phinx watched languidly as Feitan's head bobbed up and down, his tongue working him and sending needles of pleasure through his body. With a soft sigh, Phinx came into Feitan's mouth, groaning as he heard Feitan choke and sputter as he pulled his head back.
"Swallow," Phinx commanded softly.
Feitan smirked crookedly before spitting resolutely onto Phinx's stomach.
Pale rays of sunshine slanted into the room through the crooked slits of the wooden blinds. There was enough sunlight in the room for Feitan to read by, but not enough to fully illuminate the room. The bed beside him creaked as Phinx and his call-girl bounced on it.
"You like that, huh," Feitan heard Phinx growl, and the girl—what was her name again? Did she even tell him her name?—merely moaned and sighed in response, false tension lacing her fingers as she gripped at the bedsheets. Moments later, amidst muffled screams that sounded utterly and completely forced, she gripped at Phinx's muscled back as he groaned and finished.
They lay motionless for a moment, breathing heavily, before he parted from her and she sat up. Phinx lit a cigarette, then offered the girl one, who gladly accepted. A second passed before Phinx stood from the bed and took a couple steps, then collapsed onto the bed beside Feitan, still naked. Silver smoke uncurled itself before Feitan, who wrinkled his nose disapprovingly.
"Does that make you hot?" Phinx purred in Feitan's ear. Feitan ignored him and turned the page of his book. Phinx smirked, then, pausing only to tap a bit of ash from the end of his cigarette, sneaked his hand under the covers of the bed and reached toward Feitan, who slapped his hand away.
Phinx laughed. "A true-blue fag if I ever saw one."
Feitan scowled and turned another page with more force than usual, tearing the corner. Phinx sat up and cupped Feitan's chin in his firm grasp, turning Feitan's face toward him and leaning in for a kiss. Feitan growled under his breath and pushed Phinx's face away to the side, firmly placing his book between them. Phinx laughed again.
"What's wrong, honey?"
Feitan ignored him.
Phinx leaned in and kissed Feitan's gagged mouth, sucking on his lower lip as he bounced Feitan on him, his hands cupped around his small backside. His mouth moved lower, tracing the curve of Feitan's neck and nipping playfully at the flesh there.
"You don't have to be quiet, you know," he murmured into Feitan's ear, smirking. "I like it better when you're loud."
Feitan dug his nails into Phinx's back and let out a soft, choked cry, followed by muffled groans and sighs as he buried his face into Phinx's neck, black curtain of hair falling gently to graze his shoulder.
Phinx grinned and laughed. "You're like a little schoolgirl," he said, "having sex for the first time."
Feitan's only response was to dig his nails deeper into Phinx's back, drawing little ribbons of blood, before coming onto his chest.
Phinx grinned up at Feitan from his position—kneeling on the floor—and was greeted with the sight of Feitan with his head thrown back in total abandon, thin but powerful arms supporting his almost childlike body. Phinx chuckled as his hand idly stroked Feitan's length, eliciting another sigh from his parted lips.
"You chinks," he remarked, "are so damn tiny."
Feitan reached forward and pulled Phinx hair, tousling it as he brought his head back up to glare down at him.
"Just shut up and get on with it," he hissed, pulling Phinx's head closer to him. Phinx smiled sardonically.
"Yes, sweetie," he said before taking Feitan in. He was rougher than Feitan and more coarse, letting his teeth come down and scrape by every now and then, but that seemed to please Feitan, whose breaths came out in strangled half-sighs, half-gasps. Finally, face flushing red, he came into Phinx's mouth. Phinx smiled and climbed up onto the bed, pinning Feitan beneath him. He let the load drip off his tongue onto Feitan's face.
"You like that, don't you?" Phinx said, grinning. Feitan frowned, squinting as the semen began to drip down toward his eyes, and swiftly punched Phinx in the shoulder, dislocating it. Phinx winced, but the grin was still on his face as he sat back and smoothly guided his arm back into the shoulder joint.
"Jesus, do you always have to be so violent?" he said, laughing. Feitan reached up and dragged a hand down Phinx's smooth chest, leaving behind three vivid, red trails. Phinx let out a soft moan.
"Only if you always have to be so stupid," Feitan replied, and smirked.
A flush unfurled itself across Phinx's cheeks as Feitan looked up at him, golden eyes narrow and half-lidded as the semen dripped past his cherry-red lips.
As Phinx looked at him, Feitan raised an eyebrow and swallowed in a single smooth movement, then let his tongue dart out and lick the last of the drops off his lips.
"Fuck," Phinx muttered, flushing again as he came into Feitan's eye. Feitan frowned and stood, spitefully reaching out to grip Phinx around the neck and bang his head against the headboard—not enough to injure or knock him out, but enough to hurt—and walked over to the bathroom. He turned on the water and began to wash the cum off his face as Phinx laughed.
Author's Notes: First time I've written sex scenes, so uh, any awkwardness should be pointed out. Constructive criticism is always appreciated, as well as any other kind of feedback :D Thanks for reading!