Warning: this is probably going to be one of the most fucked up things you've ever read :)

Basically I sent something in a group chat and my friends told me to write a fic about it...

SO I AM LOL BITCH LETS DO THIS SHIT

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Pete walked into his and Patrick's shared apartment, kicking off his black converse and dropping his backpack onto the ground by the door. "Trick?" He called out, but got no reply from his boyfriend. He sighed and walked deeper into the apartment, trying to find Patrick.

He looked in the kitchen, office, bathroom, laundry room, spare bedroom, and their own bedroom, but he couldn't find him. Pete sighed as he walked back into the living room, sprawling out onto the couch as he grabbed the remote and turned on the tv.

He flipped through a few different channels before finally settling on watching Family Guy. As he half watched the episode and half played on his phone Pete heard the apartment door open. A few seconds later Patrick walked into the room. "Hey," Pete smiled, glancing up at the man.

"Come with me, now." Patrick instructed, holding a plastic bag in his hands. Pete pouted and turned off the tv before getting up and following after Patrick. They walked into their bedroom, Patrick setting the bag down on the bed as he turned to Pete, a grin on his face.

"Take of your clothes." He said, tugging at Pete's sweater. "And they say romance is dead." Pete mumbled, pulling off his sweater, along with his shirt and pants. "Boxers too," Patrick said, turning back to the bed and opening the plastic bag.

Pete pulled off his boxers, letting them pool at his feet before kicking them away. He put his hands behind his back and swayed from side to side as he patiently waited for Patrick, not caring that his whole body was on show.

It's not like it was the first time had seen him naked, they've been dating for almost eight years now, which means Patrick has seen every inch of Petes body. Every single inch.

"What do you have there?" Pete asked, looking over Patricks shoulder. The latter turned around, letting Pete see what he had in his hands. A cherry flavoured bottle of lube, a pair of rubber gloves, and a pair of goggles.

"Kinky," Pete chuckled, taking the goggles out of Patricks hand and putting them on. "Are you gonna be like, a scientist while you fuck me?" Pete asked, smirking at Patrick. "Something like that." Patrick chuckled darkly, pulling on the rubber gloves.

"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees." Patrick demanded, his voice now stern as he looked at Pete. He quickly nodded and did as told, getting onto his hands and knees as Patrick took the goggles off of him and put them on.

"I'm gonna stretch you first," Patrick breathed, getting behind Pete. He popped open the bottle of lube and poured it onto his hands, slicking them up before he circled a digit around Petes puckered hole.

He slowly pushed in, earning a low moan from the boy under him. "Does that feel good baby?" Patrick purred, pushing in another finger. "Y-yes," Pete whimpered, his eyes clenching shut.

Patrick pumped his fingers in and out before adding a third one, now scissoring them. "Ooh, fuck." Pete moaned, pushing his hips back to meet Patricks movements. "Fuck you're so tight, gonna need to change that." Patrick mumbled.

"Please Trick, need your big cøck," Pete begged, whimpers leaving him as Patrick continued finger fucking him. "No baby, tonight it's all about you." Patrick grunted, his own length painfully hard in his pants, but he ignored it.

"I'm going to add another finger," Patrick said, slowly pushing in another finger. Pete grunted but kept his mouth and eyes clenched shut. Patrick had fisted him before, so this wasn't anything new.

"Fuck," he yelped out as Patrick added his thumb, his whole fist now in Pete's ass. Patrick but his lip as he watched Pete's hole stretch around his fist, his hard on getting harder in his pants.

He pushed his fist further into Pete, earning a cry. "It hurts." Pete whispered, his eyes filling with tears. "It's okay baby, you're doing so good." Patrick cooed, his other hand coming down to rub Petes back.

The cold rubber on his skin caused shivers to run down his spine. Patrick pushed his fist even further in, so that he was now almost elbow deep. "Fuck, you're so hot." He growled, his free hand moving from Petes back to his mouth.

He pushed his fingers into Petes mouth, causing the man to choke but he soon recovered and began sucking. Petes fingers dug into the mattress as Patrick pushed both hands deeper inside of him. He tried to say something but Patricks hand was blocking his airways.

Tears were starting to stream down his face as he started hitting the mattress, indicating it was to much. But Patrick ignored him, as if he were in some kind of trance. He just pushed his fists even deeper inside of Pete, now elbow deep on both ends.

Pete began choking, considering he wasn't getting any air. He soon passed out, but Patrick didn't care and pushed his fists deeper, a grin appearing on his face as he felt his finger tips touch in Petes stomach. "Perfect," he sighed, leaning down to press a kiss to Petes skin.

Patrick curled his fingers inside of Pete, causing Petes intestines to wrap around him. He slowly pulled and pushed, causing a creaking sound to come out of Petes ears and nose. "That doesn't sound right," Patrick mumbled to himself as he tried again.

He got a better grip on Petes insides and pulled them again. Now emitting a loud, but smooth, creak from the limp man. "My little accordion," Patrick smiled again, a giggle escaping him as he began pulling at Pete's intestines and lungs again.

By now blood was pouring out of Petes nose, ears, eyes, covering the white sheets. But Patrick didn't seem to mind, he was to focused on the beautiful sound leaving his dead boyfriends body.

After half an hour Patrick got bored and pulled his blood covered hands out of Pete, whose body fell limp to the bed, more blood now spilling out of his mouth and stretched asshole.

Patrick got off the bed and grabbed Pete by the legs before dragging him off of the bed and to the closet in the hallway. He opened it and shoved Petes body inside, the grin never leaving his face.

"I'll come and play with you again tomorrow."