Chapter Text
Warning: Sexual references, blood, stronger language than usual, violence, unsympathetic Deciet, and slight emotional angst.
If your triggered by unhealthy or messy relationships then this isn't the chapter for you.
This isn't how I typically represent Dukeceit but I wanted to write something a lot more dark.
If it's Deciet dialogue and it was 'these' around it, it's a lie/opposite.
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"Remusss get your assss in here right now! You 'don't' know exactly what night tonight isss!" Deciet chastised Remus, carrying a giant fluffy red comforter he stole from Roman in all six arms, tossing it onto the blood and semen stained sofa leftover from the vulgar actions committed the previous night, empty Little Debbie wrappers thrown about and a lump under one cushion, an unidentified object underneath that was likely a weapon of Remus'.
A beyond annoyed groan elicited from Deciet's throat, he didn't have the patience or energy to yell at Remus about another mess. Tonight was supposed to be a cozy, calm night with his dumbass boyfriend just like those stupid couple goals things that the idiot light sides did all the time and he was determined to keep it that way.
"Can I choose the movie Dee Dee? I wanna watch fifty shades again!" Remus bubbled, skipping into the living room as Deciet rolled his eyes. "'Yesss' of coursse not. Lassst time we did it gave you too many ideasss." The lying side hissed, his small fork tongue sticking out as Remus wiggled his uneven eyebrows.
"And no thrillersss either! Abd definitely no Disney. I'm 'not' sssick of watching moviesss that are bassically what you do everyday. Fix the coversss too while your at it, peasssant." Deciet snapped, as he puts his hand on his hips, sashaying away, not neglecting to do a sassy cape spin as he turned into the kitchen to make the popcorn.
Remus giggled to himself grabbing the comforter Deceit left and throwing it up in the air, letting it fall into place on the couch unfolded. He wiped his grimy, blood and dirt covered hands from his most recent victim(Logan) on the spread out blanket, pushing down the sheet so it hugged the cushions nicely. See, he could be organized.
He kneeled onto the sticky(from god knows what) floor and dug under the lumpy cushion, pulling out his morningstar with enough force to accidentally smack himself in the face with it and fall back onto the disgusting floor, bursting into cracked laughter.
"Fuck, that's where that went!" The trash man cackled, dropping the now bloodied morningstar and holding his sides.
"You idiot, what on earth 'didn't' you do?" Deciet scowled at Remus who was still on the ground dying of laughter and hopefully dying as Deciet came back into the living room with a bowl of freshly made popcorn the way they both like it: burnt to the kernel, bitter, and hot enough to burn a bitch to death.
Deciet set the bowl down on the sofa, kneeling down next to Remus and pulling a small packet of hydrogen peroxide wipes he kept in his back pocket for when Remus did anything remotely dumb and harmful, which was often so Deciet kept quite a few of them on him at all times. Everyone knows hydrogen peroxide cleans up blood the best.
Remus wrinkled his nose and screeched as Deciet pressed the wipe onto the cuts and gashes old and new, secretly hoping that the chemicals would seep into Remus' blood and kill him. "You knew thisss would hurt, you ssshouldn't have gotten hurt to begin with." Deciet scolded Remus, narrowing his brow at the trash man below him.
A feigned moan erupted from Remus as the trash man smirked, "Ohhh but you know how much I love the pain, da‐"
"Do not ssstart." Deciet interrupted Remus, his furious face reddening all the way to his slimy snake face. "That'sss completely 'not' inappropriate so I implore you to stop or else I will-"
It was Remus' turn to interrupt Deciet, "Or else what, whore? You gonna bite me with those dumb pretty snake fangies of yours again to get me to shut up? I dare you to, that'd be so hot. Fucking bite me, bitch~."
It only took Deciet a millisecond before he rolled his eyes at the wild aroused Remus, grabbing the trash man by the ear and yanking him up off the ground.
"Ow ow owie ow ow fuck Dee Dee, I'm sorry, ow," Remus sputtered out as he was pulled over forcefully by the ear over to the couch and shoved down into a sitting position.
"Jussst tell me the movie you want to watch you babbling baby." Deciet muttered, snapping his fingers to turn off the lights and have the bowl of burnt popcorn transport into his hands as he sat down besides Remus.
"Coraline!" Remus cheered, beaming at his scaly boyfriend. "Really? Again?" Deciet raised an eyebrow as Remus nodded excitedly. Not the ideal movie for a cuddly "relationship goals" night, but not a bad choice. Everyone was a bitch for Tim Burton.
Halfway into the movie, both men had somehow gotten themselves into the most uncomfortable looking positions: Remus was laying across the couch, one leg laying across the back of the sofa and hanging off the edge and the other on Deciets lap, both of his arms outstretched like pool noodles above above his head; Deciet had turned his body around awkwardly so his legs dangled off the armrest at the knee, one laying aver the other, but his torso was twisted so more towards the front. One arm was over Remus' leg and the other was hanging over the back of the sofa.
What made everything worse was how small the comforter sheet was.
"Dee Deeeee stop hogging the blanket, pleeeez. I need warmth." Remus whined, Deciet grumbling and looking gaway from Remus. "I'm coldblooded, I 'don't' need it more than you. 'Don't' go freeze and get hypothermia and die." He insisted, fork tongue poking out.
"But Dee Deeeeee!" Remus cried out loud, kicking his feet in aggravation, his boot smaking Deciet hard in the face. It wasn't enough to break his nose, but it was most definitely enough for Deciet to snap.
Deciet groaned as both hand to fly to his face, covering his nose as blood leaked from his nostril and onto his lips. He stood up abruptly just as Remus was about to apologize, the blanket falling off of him and onto the sticky disgusting ground as the popcorn bowl flipped over and burnt kernels spilled all over, rolling across the ground.
His gloved hand fell from his face, covered in blood as he glared at Remus, a loud hiss erupting from his throat as his fangs bared, forked tongue sticking out.
"God you're sssuck a fucking idiot I can't fucking ssstand you, I try to have a nice fucking moment for once and you just have to act like a fucking dumbasss child! God, why couldn't you have been like Virgil?" Deciet seethed as Remus flinched at the mentioning of the anxiety trait's name. He hadn't heard Virgil's name since he abandoned them for his boy toy, Roman.
"'m sorry Dee..." Was a Remus muttered, Deciet scoffing in response as he retrieved once again another hydrogen peroxide wipe from his back pocket, wiping his hands and nose, snapping his fingers to make the bleeding go away but it didn't get rid of the pain.
"I didnt really mean that, okay? Just ssshut up. Sssit up right ssso we can ssshare the dumb blanket." Deciet's voice turned down a lot more as he caught his breath.
Remus nodded, sitting up correctly as Deceit picked up the now soiled comforter sheet. At least it wasn't his.
Taking a seat next to Remus, Deciet sighed in content as he pulled the blanket on top of them, both him and his trash man getting equal warmth. He almost felt happier.
That is, until Remus' hand snuck around Deciet's waist. "What are you 'not' doing?" Deciet looked at Remus, confused as Remus only replied a small 'nothing'
Deciet should've known better than to accept that as an answer, especially when Remus' hand got lower right after, traveling down further and further south until it hit gold.
An even louder hiss left Deciet as he shoved Remus away from him and off the couch, the dark creative side gasping as he fell on his back, blanket going down with him, the back of his head smacking into the ground.
"God you have a fucking problem. You jussst can't act your age for five sssecondsss." Deciet cursed, standing up directly over Remus, not thinking before pinning the sole of his shoe to Remus' neck, threatening to crush his windpipe as the force blocked Remus' throat from allowing the intake of air, the trash man's breathing halting as his cheeks turned blue and his eyes welled up as he clawled at his neck.
"No wonder Roman didn't want to be related to you. He knew from that early on how much of a missstake you really are." Deciet spat, fury taking over his words. "If I wasssn't sssuch a fucking idiot no one would love you, but no. You actually had me fooled to think you could grow up, but you can't. You're just a little whiny-" Deciet's own breathing hitched when he heard sniffling coming from the man below him; he looked down to see fear in Remus' glossy eyes, tears flowing down his beautiful puffy cheeks that turned more blue each second.
The foot at Remus' throat was taken back almost as soon as it was put there, a long gasp coming from Remus as he sobbed tiny 'I'm sorry's.
Deciet held his hands over his mouth, processing everything he had said to his precious Remus.
"God, get up." Deciet sighed, putting out a hand for Remus to take. There was a small moment where trash man hesitated, silencing himself yet tears still fell from his eyes; he really hated making Deciet angry, but he inwardly knew that one day he wouldn't be able to control himself and he'd make Deciet leave forever just like everyone else. Nonetheless he let Deciet pull him up off the ground.
"You know I wouldn't really mean all of that ssstuff Remusss. I'm sssure mentioning... you-know-who wasss hurtful and I wasss wrong to compare you to anyone elssse. You're far more unique than those ssstupid light sssidesss." Deciet spoke as he looked up at Remus, trying his best to comfort him.
Remus nodded, breaking eye contact. He almost didn't want to forgive Deciet.
"I really do love you, yo know." Decuet hummed as Remus nodded again.
"Yeah, I know." The trash man spoke with uncertainty. "Can we just...cuddle and forget this ever happened?" Remus whined earning a nod from Deciet.
At the snap of fingers, the room became spotless and both men were put tangled in each other's arms on the sofa, wrapped up in Roman's now newly clean red comforter. Remus laid his head against Deciet's chest, overcome with sleepiness as his eyes shut in temporary content.
And for the first time in a while, Deciet really took a moment to actually admire his boyfriend.
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Word count: 1872 words
Dukeceit is my favorite ship and I hate myself now for making this ;-;.
This one is mostly unedited so please tell me if there are any grammatical errors I missed and I'll get right on top of them.