TW: Murder, smutty scenes, animal death

For all you sinners out there ;)

Au
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Patton sat on a pile of rubble, stroking a cats back as it stretched across his lap. A smile rested on his calm face, sprinkles of pink dusted across his cheeks from the slight chilly breeze. Sighing out, he giggled at the little cloud of white. The sunset in the distance made the sky a gorgeous orange mixed with purple and pink, keeping Patton's gaze locked on the beauty for awhile.

A little while passed of Patton innocently playing with the cat, dust lifting from the ground he disturbed.

Some time later while only half the sun was visible, a black car pulled up, three men stepping out. Patton stood up with a smile, cat in his arms, purring.

"You okay, Pat?" Virgil was first to speak, wrapping his jacket closer to his body.

"Why are you here?! It's freezing!" Roman exclaimed over dramatically as usual.

Logan didn't say anything, only grabbed a jacket from the car and zipped it up around him. Patton smiled softly, nose tinging red from his allergies to the cat laid in his arms.

"I have a gift!" He replied eventually, outstretching his arms to show off the cat more. "Why did you not bring it home?" Logan questioned, crossing his arms to try and preserve some body heat. Patton giggled, bringing the cat close to his chest once more.

"I didn't want to stain the carpet!"

"Stain? What do you mean?" Virgil rose an eyebrow, they all watched him place a hand gently on the cats head before his fingers clasped tightly, and in one swift move the cats head was ripped from its body. It...it happened so fast the cat didn't feel a thing.

The three men's jaws dropped, all stood in silent shock before Virgil slapped a hand over his mouth, running behind the car to throw up his lunch. "Why...why would you do that?!" Roman yelled, staring at the dead cat in fear and dismay. Patton giggled, the blood dripping onto the dusty ground.

"See? Stains!" He threw the cat head at Roman, the man let out a girly like scream and jumped away, bumping into Logan who stood frozen to the spot.

"Why, Patton, why?!" Roman asked again, glancing at Virgil to make sure he was okay.

"Because...yesterday I was mugged" he began, throwing the cats limp body from hand to hand as if it were a ball, showing no remorse at all. "It was either me or him" he carried on, pausing his movements, sinister eyes snapping towards them again.

"I never realised how fun it is to watch the life drain from their eyes...blood pouring from the wounds you inflicted yourself...it was addicting, and now...that man lay dead in a ditch, body rotting until it is found..." Patton explained further, throwing the cats lifeless body towards their feet.

"I would say run, but something about killing my closest friends intrigues me..." Roman grabbed Logan's arm, snapping him from his paralysation. "Get in!" Roman yelled, shoving him towards the car as he went around to grab Virgil who had heard it all.

As Roman slammed the door shut, Patton twirled a knife around in his hands, an evil smirk crawling at his lips. "Good luck" he called, waving as the car sped away.

"What the fuck..." Roman breathed, slowing down the car as they turned onto a main road. "What's gotten into him?" Roman questioned, completely shocked and confused and scared. What happened to their fun-loving, Dad-but-also-child-like friend?!

"Dad..." Virgil whimpered, curling up into a ball in the back seat. He always saw Patton as a Dad, now he...he didn't know what he was. Roman tapped his fingers against the wheel, desperately wanting to coddle the shaking man in the back but also wanting to be as far away from that junk yard as possible.

Logan sat silently in the passenger seat, emotionless eyes staring at the dashboard, mind empty of thoughts.

But, it was only the beginning...

News spread of dead bodies after dead bodies, frightening words sprawled against the side of buildings, all written in blood. The three men didn't want to leave their house, assuming the murders were done by none other than Patton.

This went on for months, the police were stumped, was Patton really this good at covering up his tracks?

Well, everyone knows him in town as the helper, the carer, no one would ever say he did it because...well...it's him!

One night, Logan lay restless in his bed, his bedroom window open to let in a breeze. Twisting around, he heard a cat screech from the ally next to their building. Curious, the smart man slid out of bed and peeked through his window, spotting a trash can turned over, the lid rolling around until it came to a stop, laying silently on the ground.

Maybe he's back...

Changing into warmer clothes, Logan silently left the house, rational thoughts out the window, he didn't know why but all he wanted to do was see Patton, even if he was a crazy murderer.

Walking down the dark ally, his foot hit something soft but hard. Freezing, his eyes slowly gazed downwards, a gasp escaping his lips. It was...a body. A dead body. Backing up, two arms slithered around his waist, looking down a knife was pointed directly at his stomach, a head resting on his shoulder.

"Logan~ I thought you were smart? Why would you ever leave the house with a crazed murderer on the loose?" Patton mocked, pressing the point to his stomach, making the man take in a large breath, hands holding his arms. "Wait, Patton...I...I came to see you"

In a flash, Logan was pressed against the cold, brick wall, the knife pressed against his outstretched neck. "Me?" He grinned, finally able to catch sight of him Logan's eyes widened. His eyes were wide and evil, along with the blood stains littering his clothes, a few cuts and bruises across his once perfect skin.

Logan met his gaze once more, breathing sharp and quick. "Are you sure~?" He asked, moving the knife down his cheek, creating a small cut. Logan hissed, moving his hands so they clasped around Patton's forearms. "Y-yes, I am" Logan insisted, the knife dragging down his other cheek.

"P-Patton..." he breathed out a...moan.

Patton chuckled sinisterly, pulling Logan closer by his waist, "never took you for the masochist type, then again...I'm not surprised" Patton commented, brushing his crotch against Logan's, his tent in his pants becoming more noticeable as another breathy moan escaped his lips. "Come with me..." Patton whispered, arm still wrapped around Logan's waist as they pulled towards his car.

"Wait...Patton" the insane man pressed Logan against the car, using rope to tie him together, not helping Logan's situation.

"Now all I need is a gag, but I do love hearing those pretty noises" Patton commented, brushing his finger against Logan's bottom lip, leaving a trail of blood.

Pushing him into the passenger seat, Patton drove down the road but Logan didn't see much before a blindfold was placed over his head tightly. With arms tied behind his back connecting to his legs he had no other option then to kneel in the front seat, head tilted down with an embarrassing hard-on pressing painfully against his tight trousers.

Eventually, the car stopped and a car door opened and shut.

Breathing in deeply, Logan suddenly felt hands on him, holding him in a painful but exhilarating way as he was dragged across the floor into a building.

Patton tugged him up the stairs of the abandoned house, his smirk never leaving his lips as he threw Logan onto the old, dusty mattress, watching the man squirm and moan.

"So eager" Patton tutted, untying the bonds. "Lay down" he ordered, Logan only hesitated for a split second but Patton slapped his hand across his face hard, making him whimper.

"S-sorry" Logan whispered, laying completely flat and still. His arms were roughly tugged up above his head, the same rope tying them tightly to the metal frame.

"Safe word?" Patton whispered into his ear, his cold breath raising goosebumps across his body.

"Uh...s-stop?"

Patton giggled, "you've never done this before, have you? And I'm called innocent" he drawled, sitting a top Logan's crotch, Logan's hips rocking up but were pressed painfully against the stained mattress, causing a deep moan to erupt from the man below.

"Don't move" Patton ordered, using his knife to rip off Logan's shirt. The logical man laid as still as he could, chest heaving. He felt the cold metal blade slice down the middle of his torso, a hiss and a pained gasp echoing through the room. Patton giggled softly, dragging it across his torso again and again and again until there was a star cut into his body.

"You still enjoying this?" Patton asked, not like he was going to stop. All Logan could do was nod, the pain searing but unimaginably pleasurable. Rocking his hips against Logan, Patton was turned on by just the noises from the man below, Patton quickly realised he didn't want to kill Logan anymore - which was what he was planning - instead, Patton wanted to keep the man all for himself.

Tugging his arms against the bondage, Logan's breathing was sharp, waiting patiently for Patton to carry on. Two cold hands brushed against his sides, his back arching ever so slightly from the bed, making Patton recoil his hand and slap his stomach against the cuts, earning a loud cry. "No moving" Patton repeated sternly, pressing Logan's back down flat. Leaning down, Patton hovered over Logan's lips, staring at them for a few seconds.

Suddenly, images of spending his life with Logan flashed through his mind, a smile spreading across his lips.

"You're mine, understand?" He growled, nipping Logan's jaw.

"Y-yes...I'm yours" Logan nodded, feeling Patton's lips graze across his skin until they landed against his lips, sharing a passionate kiss between the victim and the murderer.

"You're just as insane as I am" Patton giggled, finally tugging down Logan's trousers and boxers, his cock springing up, leaking pre-cum. "I love it" Patton added, wrapping his hand around his throbbing dick, pumping it a few times.

Logan's mouth fell open, a string of moans filling the air around them.

Patton moved from his body, spreading his legs as far as they could go, leaning down to harshly bite his inner thighs. Trying his hardest not to writhe against the bed, Logan threw his head back, silent moans falling from his wide open mouth.

"If you like pain, I guess we won't need lube" Patton commented, pulling off his own clothes. Logan waited in anticipation, hands clenched into fists as he awaited the pain.

Suddenly, Patton slammed into him, a scream like moan echoing down the hallways and through every corner of the house, tears pouring endlessly down Logan's cheeks.

"Wait-Wait...please" Logan begged, and finally Patton showed mercy, waiting a few seconds as Logan adjusted, but even if he was in immense pain, the pleasure almost instantly covered it up, and soon enough he was begging for more.

Patton obliged, adjusting his position before rocking his hips forward, in and out of his tight ass. Both Logan and Patton tilted their head back, cursing and moaning as Patton sped up, Logan moving his own hips to help him out.

Patton leaned forward, diving down to his lips, kissing him hungrily. "F-faster" Logan begged, Patton grinned and obviously did so, his tongue sliding against his bloody chest, licking it all up.

"I..I'm close" Logan whispered, Patton only hummed, twisting his hips slightly to hit a spot that made Logan see stars. "T-there!" He yelled, and Patton smirked, rocking into that same spot and in no time Logan released all over his chest and mattress, sucking in large gulps of air as he felt Patton fill him up with his seed.

They both finally slowed to a stop, now panting for air.

Patton pulled out, letting Logan fall limp against the bed. Tugging off the blindfold, Patton stared into Logan's eyes, kissing him once more. Logan couldn't move, or speak. He let Patton untie the rope, the criminal pulling him to his chest, the cuts on his torso still leaking blood but not too much.

"I'll clean it in the morning" Patton whispered, his eyes slipping shut along with Logan's.

It was safe to say it was the best night of their lives.

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I don't know who I am anymore-

Kidding, lol