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Killer lines his knife up to Color’s throat, it wasn’t meant to be anything- he was just messing around, old habits die hard after all, but the moan that escapes the multicoloured skeleton left them in an awkward silence. If Killer had eyelights, they would be staring terribly hard at the other’s face.
He grins, shit eating at the reaction of his boyfriend, “Did that turn you on?”
Pressing the flat part of his blade slightly deeper into the crook of Color’s neck, the flames on his head burning sharply with pink and tinges of yellow. If the expression on his face couldn’t get bigger, Color’s glare sold it, “You really are a freak.”
The whisper of words escapes to the wind as he brings the knife and throws it down next to Color’s head and into the wood of the tree he’s sitting against with a sharp twang, the flare of Color’s fire burning larger for a millisecond but Color himself remains unfazed. “I’m your freak, don’t worry.”
He reaches for the knife next to his head and tosses it back to the skeleton sitting in front of him, it skids on the grass slightly, the blades of green sliced completely in half, an eyebrow is raised at Killer. “If you wanted to, you would’ve already… killered me.”
Giggling, Killer picks the blade back up, wiping it with his shirt, removing whatever debris was left on it. He lifts the flat part to his magic, the black tar dripping onto his knife and acting as a spoon, he holds it out in front of Color’s mouth. The other looks up from his phone with a classic Sans smile and opens his mouth.
He flips the knife and lets his magic drip onto Color’s tongue slowly, once most of it is on Color’s tongue, he presses down. If Color were to even twitch, the sharpness would most certainly cut his tongue, but he remains unmoving.
“Booo…. not even gonna flinch?” Killer pulls back to watch Color swallow down his essence, Color sticking out his tongue to show the empty space, “Sorry Kills, no blood right now.”
“Does this mean I get free rein later?” A thoughtful look crosses over Color’s face, and he hums slowly, reaching to hold Killer’s wrist, pointing the knife in Killer’s hand towards his throat. The point gets closer and closer as Color brings Killer’s wrist towards him, his glee growing stronger.
It stops a few millimeters short, “Sure…” Color’s eyelight trails to look down at the knife, “So long as you clean the knife first. Sterilized. Fully.”
Killer grunts, a pout forms on his face and in response Color lets out a soft chuckle that makes his heart race, “You literally licked it when it was covered in grass residue!”
“Is there anyone who can validate that it happened?” Color responds with his own devious grin, no need to get any diseases, that would be a real pain. Killer, still playfully upset, tugs on Color’s arm, his jacket sleeve pushing up. Hovering his knife over Color’s radius, making slicing motions up and down as if he wants to cut into the bone.
“I’m not a piece of meat.” Color says amusement dripping in his tone watching Killer trail the edge of his bones with its sharpened edge, “I’ll butcher you anyways, lovingly- I’ll collect your dust and display you on my shelf!”
“How romantiiic.” Color drones, receiving a burst of laughter in response, “Always! For you.”
Killer smiles, a lot less toothy and a lot more wide, intent hidden in his empty sockets, “Later, I want to cut you.”
“Hah, alright alright.”