Once he had Viktor wholly his, the tormented need to murder was still ever prevalent even as he luxuriates in the love they shared. How could it be he wonders even as he lifts the wooden handle with both hands and lifts it to the air above.
How could he still need this craving fulfilled, how could it still be the only comfort he had even when Viktor’s touch just wasn’t enough at times. How could he only feel this overwhelming calm take him as he crashes it all down onto the skull of his latest victim. How it took his breath away, but all he felt was almost disembodied serenity take over him.
Again and again, like waves crashing upon the shore, he laps each muted thud against the pile of increasingly pulverised skin.
Viktor could not take his sight away for a moment, shallow gasps of awe and horror intermixed leaving him frozen. All he could do was take each swinging motion in with an intake of breath in time even as his heart races even faster beneath.
Was he becoming insane? Lost in a maze of disgust and love, washing over his senses like a thin film, clouding his vision into a softened reality. He assented in his silence, the way his hands no longer wish to save himself or anyone else. His phone was at home, it was only them, and the mess upon the dirty concrete ground of the alleyway.
It was so intimate, even when Yuuri turns his body towards him and he responds instinctively. How could he not be in love with this? With every facet, from the messy dark locks, to the breathless smile he receives, smeared with thick residue.
The lazy grace of a pleased predator as he lifts his bat and swings over Viktor’s shoulder. Even as he flinches he still leans ever closer to his doe-eyed lover. All a haze in the dark dreamland of Yuuri’s wonderous world.
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