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Grian was procrastinating building so Scar decided to help him. (he is making Grian work on his building.)
Scar is sitting on some of Grian’s shulkers, kicking his dangling legs as Grian flies around the building.
Scar is so hungry.
His vex instincts demand to be satisfied.
The thought of eating flesh excites something deep in Scar.
He is too lost in thought to realize Grian has walked over to him, taken off his red sweater, leaving him in just a tank top, as he digs through a shulker next to Scar for materials. He must have been getting too hot.
Scar watches his muscles work as he digs through the red shulker.
Oh how Scar would sink his teeth into those mussels, as blood pours into his mouth. Ripping the tasty flesh from its bone as his prey screams in terror and pain alike.
The vex hybrid can feel himself salivating at the thought.
Scar’s instincts purr at the idea of pinning Grian down in the dirt, and ripping his stomach open as he pleads for Scar to stop.
He wants to dig is clawed hands into his mate’s viscera pulling them out, and chewing the delectable organs, snapping the avian’s finger off one by o-
“-car, are you even listening to me?” Grian says, snapping his fingers in front of the brown haired me, “I need you to move over, I can’t open that shulker.”
Scar snaps out his reverie, “oh sorry Grian.” he says, moving over from the white shulker he was on to the red one.
Grian rolls his eyes fondly before digging through the white shulker, “what’s going on in that head of yours Scar?”
Scar does not respond to the parrot hybrid, instead he is watching him with a hungry look in his eyes.
“Scar?” Grian says, closing the shulker and walking up closer to the zoned out man.
Scar’s eyes shine a pale blue, and he jumps Grian, pinning him to the ground by his shoulders.
Grian lets out a squawk of surprise as he lands on his wings.
Scar stares down at him with hungry pale blue eyes, his breathing heavy.
“Scar, what are you doing?” Grian asks, trying to push the taller man off of him.
Scar blinks the pale blue fading leaving his eyes their normal emerald green Grian loves so much.
“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me Gri.” Scar says, standing up, and messing with his hands, avoiding eye contact. He knew why he did it. He wanted to eat his boyfriend.
“It’s okay.” Grian says, “just scared me a bit mate.”
Scar takes a shaky breath and sits back down on the shulker, eyes glued to his lap as Grian watches him.
“Hey, is something wrong?” Grian asks, crouching down in front of Scar, his wing moving into a heart shape on his back.
He gently takes the man's chin in his hand, tiling his head up to look at his face.
Scar’s eyes look off to the side.
“You can tell me you know?” Grian says, “I’ll listen.”
“You would hate me.” Scar says.
“No I won't.”
“I want to eat you.” Scar says, eyes looking anywhere but Grian’s face, “like rip you apart, and just-” his breath hitches, but he continues speaking, “devour you, and I almost did.” he says, “I just almost did Grian.”
“Hmm.” Grian hum, clicking his before taking a quick breath, “and what if I was fine with that?”
Scar looks in his eyes and only sees honesty.
“What if I am fine with that, my love?” Grian says.
Scar swallowed, the urge to just jump Grian here and now is so strong.
“You would let me.” Scar says, “you would be in so much pain though.”
“I am fine with that.” Grian says.