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The corridor was silent, save for the sound of Eugene's boots hitting the floor. Pugsley followed behind, slow, hands in his pockets. He liked walking like this, slowly, to feel Eugene pull away faster and faster, as if that would help him escape. It wouldn't.
Pugsley wouldn't let him.
The smaller boy was in front of him. Stiff shoulders, harsh steps, messy hair.
Eugene was angry.
Pugsley followed the other because he liked to look at him when he was angry. Eugene looked like a frightened little animal, and Pugsley found that... beautiful. The best part was when Eugene suddenly turned around, cheeks already red, and yelled at him.
Pugsley could almost feel the other's heart beating from afar. It echoed in his own chest. That was what he really liked: the feeling.
The accelerated sound of Eugene's heart, like a drum beating somewhere he couldn't see, made something inside him ignite. It was the same feeling he had when he almost got hurt in one of his experiments, when the adrenaline surged and his body seemed to wake up all at once.
Being near Eugene was like that. Like shock. Like almost dying.
I like this.
He smiled to himself. Eugene still hadn't understood. But he would understand.
"Are you going to keep following me forever?" Eugene exploded, spinning around suddenly.
Pugsley stopped.
Of course he was. Forever sounded good. But he didn't say it. He just let the silence work, let Eugene sweat, because the tension made the boy even more beautiful.
"I need some space!" Eugene shouted, and Pugsley felt his chest warm with satisfaction.
He knew Eugene didn't really want him to leave. Eugene liked the game. Pugsley saw it in the way he turned red, in the way his breathing quickened whenever the two were alone.
"You have other friends now! I have other friends now!" I need some space! - Eugene almost shouted. "You have other friends now! I have other friends now!"
Pugsley tilted his head. Other friends didn't matter. What mattered was Eugene.
"Psychopath is a strong word." He said, letting the smile come. "I prefer... dedicated."
The sound Eugene made, half laugh, half grunt, was perfect. The vein on his forehead looked like it was going to explode. Pugsley had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.
More. Get redder.
"You were watching me in the library, Pugsley! For three hours!"
"It was a good place to sit." He replied, simply.
Eugene got even redder, and Pugsley felt a wave of adrenaline rise. He liked to push Eugene to that point, until he was so full of emotion that he almost trembled. Almost like electricity in his fingers.
"You noticed." Pugsley said, satisfied.
"What?" Eugene's eyes widened.
"That I was looking at you."
The way Eugene froze was perfect. Pugsley took a step forward, closing the space between them.
He knew what was coming next. He knew Eugene was going to explode. And that was what he wanted. When he pushed him against the wall with force, Pugsley laughed softly. The pain in his shoulder was good, warm, and made his heart race.
There it is. Exactly what I wanted.
"You're unbearable!" Eugene growled.
"And yet you can't stay away." Pugsley replied, almost in a whisper.
He saw the confusion in Eugene's eyes, the way he took a deep breath. It was always like that. Eugene wanted to run away, but he never really ran away.
"You don't know anything, Pugsley Addams!"
"I know enough. I know you like to pretend you're annoyed, but you turn red whenever I get close. I know you haven't stopped talking about me to Wednesday in the past week. And I know you like attention. Especially mine."
It was quick, but Pugsley saw it. The way his shoulders stiffened, how his fingers clenched at his sides. His face turned red instantly.
Got you.
The chocolate brown eyes blinked rapidly, as if searching for an answer. Pugsley thought it was cute. He looked like an insect trapped in glass, still trying to move, but with no way out.
The silence lasted long enough for Pugsley to hear his breathing quicken. Short. Fast.
He likes it. Of course he likes it.
Eugene averted his eyes, but didn't move. Didn't push, didn't shout. He stood there, still, almost sweating, biting his lip as if that would help.
Pugsley took another step forward, just to see. And saw Eugene's jaw clench. The red spreading to his ears.
Perfect. You're trying to hate, but you can't.
If Eugene said anything at that moment, Pugsley knew it would be weak. A curse without force, just to try to save his pride. It was fascinating to see this fight, of what people should think was normal and what his heart liked, the conflict with himself.
And that just made everything more fun.
Eugene pushed him against the wall, hard. The impact made a loud sound. Pugsley laughed. The pain was good.
And then Eugene did something Pugsley didn't expect. He advanced.
The kiss was like a punch. Strong, fast, clumsy.
Pugsley felt his head hit the wall, and laughed. That was perfect. He grabbed Eugene's hair and pulled, returning with the same intensity, biting. Using his tongue as if he could mark every corner of Eugene's mouth as his own.
When Eugene froze, his hand that was squeezing him to the point of leaving a mark was gone, he moved in a desperate way, Pugsley almost moaned with it, with it and with the cutting pain in his tongue, and then the metallic taste of blood.
It was even better than he had imagined.
Eugene tried to pull away, but Pugsley didn't let him. He held him by the waist, feeling his body tremble against his. Eugene's heart was beating so fast that Pugsley could almost swear he felt it in his fingertips.
He wanted more.
Pugsley decided to take a break, not everyone could hold their breath as long as he could, he looked at Eugene's mouth, almost like his should be.
Eugene looked stunning like that, with his fogged glasses and his mouth stained with him. Just him.
Until it wasn't anymore, everything was on the purple uniform shirt now. He had to fix that.
"This is..." Eugene looked at him. He really looked, as if he saw his soul in Pugsley's black eyes, and the Addams almost knelt right there.
"This is perfect." He murmured, savoring the taste of his own blood.
Eugene got even redder. Pugsley wanted to laugh. He wanted to kiss him again just to see if he got even redder. From the tone of his blood, matching his freckles.
Pugsley felt like his stomach was melting, as if he was nothing more than an idiot mortal about to die.
He wanted more.
"My turn."
He grabbed the collar of Eugene's uniform and pushed him against the wall. This time, it was slow. Kissed calmly, prolonging it, until he felt Eugene lose his breath.
Every second, Eugene got softer, weaker. Pugsley felt a wave of pleasure run through his body. That was it. That's what made his heart race, what made the world more alive.
When he bit Eugene's neck, he felt the boy tremble all over. Not from fear, almost never was, but he could extract feelings from Eugene through his fingertips. Of something more. Pugsley licked the place he had bitten, slowly, savoring the taste of blood.
It would leave a mark.
Pugsley hummed with it, his chest was heavy and satisfied. They matched with red.
Pugsley took off Eugene's glasses just to see his face better. Without barriers.
That was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen in his life. Eugene was panting, his eyes wide, his face on fire. He looked at Pugsley as if he had taken all the air from his lungs, as if he was on the verge of death as he himself felt.
As if he wanted more and didn't know how to react, there in the red corner, Pugsley felt as if he would never forget this scene.
A possessive feeling rose in him, the blood of the two mixed was a very good thing, they should never separate now.
It was perfect.
He got close one more time, smelling what could only be so Eugene, mixed with the smell of blood from the two.
"Now you're looking at me the right way." He smiled, satisfied.
And just for fun, he bit Eugene's ear slowly, feeling him tremble.
"See you later, mio veleno." He whispered, before moving away, leaving Eugene alone, trembling, his legs almost failing.
Pugsley walked down the hall smiling. The taste of blood was still in his mouth, metallic, warm. The adrenaline was still running through his veins.
He almost felt sorry for Eugene. Almost.
But the truth is that he was already thinking about the next time. Eugene not being able to look at him, the nervousness even greater. The red face.
He ran his tongue over his lips tasting the blood there.
Yeah, it's going to be perfect.