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Marilyn had always been a bit… different when it came to intimacy. He always took a liking to blood, more than anyone else Twiggy had been with… that he knows of. It wasn’t anything bad, he just took more of a liking to blood and pain.Yeah, he knew that Marilyn was a little fucked in the head but when he was sat down and was asked how he felt about cannibalism, he was, obviously, startled. Twiggy had to ponder on it for a minute, which just resulted in him realizing how much he was into it. Problem was, he was quite literally in public with Marilyn.… He’d rather not dwell on it.So, when they got home, he proposed the idea yet again. Marilyn seemed oddly excited, which made Twiggy more nervous than he probably should be. I mean, everyone gets nervous when they could possibly, maybe, get eaten alive, right? Even if they like it.Twiggy would never admit how much he’s actually into it- Marilyn would tease him for days, weeks, months, years and so on. Regardless of his feeble attempts to hide how much he liked it, he still ended up here, feeling fully exposed even with his stage outfit on.His wrists were bound to the bed frame, his arms resting above his head. Marilyn was nowhere to be found, the anticipation of it all could make him dizzy. As soon as he noticed he’d been gone for a while, he walked back in, gauze in hands.When the door creaked from the small push Marilyn gave it, he jumped slightly, looking to the door and back to Marilyn quickly. Seeing him chuckle, he averted his gaze, now embarrassed he jumped at a fucking door creaking.“Are you nervous?” The black haired man sat the bandages on the nightstand before returning back to Twiggy.He smiled nervously, shaking his head a little. “No, of course not, why would I be nervous?” The shake in his voice made Marilyn laugh, moving to straddle the smaller man. Twiggy fought the urge to squirm already- this whole situation making his brain fuzzy.Marilyn leaned in closer to Twiggy’s ear, his large hands caressing his small frame. ”You know, I saw what happened earlier,” His voice was quiet and husky, causing Twiggy to look at the ceiling, seeing Marilyn on top of him is the last thing he needed right now.“Really? You’d act that way in front of our friends?” The words were practically spat, disgust laced in Marilyn’s voice. Twiggy could feel his face heating up, flushing with shame as he tugged at the rope around his wrists.Another laugh. He always did this in these types of situations- shamed Twiggy until he was practically crying with embarrassment. He knew exactly what to use against him, and he… couldn’t say he hated it. The more Marilyn spoke, the less registered in his brain, he could cry already.“Getting worked up over the thought of me hurting you? Ravaging you? Ruining you?” Twiggy shakily exhaled in response, already fighting back a whine. He wanted to curl up and disappear, this is the worst the shame has gotten.“Actually,” Marilyn moved down, away from Twiggy’s ear. He moved his legs back, now straddling Twiggy’s lower thighs rather than his hips. The feeling of pressure on them returned quickly, tattooed hands gripping hard enough to bruise. “I’m sure you’d like me to do all of those things, wouldn’t you? You’d let me do anything I want to.”Silence followed.Twiggy couldn’t bare to even look towards Marilyn, too embarrassed to think a coherent thought. That’s where he fucked up. Without words, he still tried to communicate, instead of a nod, or even shamefully denying it, he whimpered.And Marilyn fucking smiled. If he didn’t want to die before, he sure as hell does now. “Yeah,” The taller man’s hands moved up, dragging Twiggy’s green dress up his thighs, the smaller squirming unintentionally. “‘Course you’d fucking like it. I could eat you alive and you’d cum in your dress.”It wasn’t an accusation, it was a statement. Twiggy practically agreed when he whined, twisting his hips as best he could, he needed friction, and he needed it bad. “Marilyn-” He tried to talk, biting back a wince at the shaky- suddenly higher- voice.This time, Marilyn didn’t continue their argument. Instead, he grabbed Twiggy’s tights, pulling them off as he scooted further on Twiggy’s body, throwing the tights somewhere in the room, not caring all that much in the heat of the moment. Twiggy felt more exposed than he did before, Marilyn’s dark eyes burning holes in his bare thighs.Without another word, Marilyn picked up Twiggy’s thin legs, placing them over his shoulders. His eyes slowly trailed up to Twiggy’s face, noticing tears welling up in his eyes, smiling even if Twiggy’s gaze was elsewhere. “Look at me,” He spoke awfully soft compared to the situation they were in- Twiggy almost flinched at his words, his brain wasn’t registering much of anything anymore.Even with the lock of processing, he still managed to shake his head, his eyelids fluttering shut before swiftly opening again. Marilyn lost his smile, staring into eyes that avoided his gaze, instead of just bickering back and forth, he put one of Twiggy’s legs back down, quickly reaching up and slapping him across the face.The shaky moan that came out of him made Marilyn laugh, watching as brown eyes slowly locked into his, a hint of fear within them. Marilyn moved too quickly for Twiggy to register, eyes going wide with shock and pain as he felt teeth dig into his thigh.His mouth fell open as the teeth sunk further, blood now dripping from the wound. He began to squirm, eyes squeezing shut. The tears that had been building up for what felt like hours, finally falling. It hurt, bad.“Marilyn, it-” He was cut off with his own loud, raspy cry. “It hurts!” He was breathing heavily, trying his best to squirm.Twiggy knew the safeword, he knew he could use it at any point but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He likes this too much, he and Marilyn both knew. His eyes frantically landed on Marilyn, watching as he bit harder. His legs reflexively kicked, his hips twisting and turning as he burned his wrists raw from the coarse rope wrapped around them.It seemed as if he was permanently sobbing, small moans and whimpers in between every other cry. “Hurts, it hurts-” His voice seemed far away and airy, his eyelids drifting shut occasionally, only to be snapped open as Marilyn dug his canines deeper into the flesh of Twiggy’s inner thigh.Marilyn finally pulled away, flesh ripping off Twiggy’s leg as he did so. Letting his head fall, he stared up at the ceiling as he tried to regain full consciousness. Hissing in pain, he jumped at the gauze wrapping around the deep wound, looking up to Marilyn’s blood covered face.Twiggy couldn’t help but whimper between breaths, staring at his blood on his friends face, and that made him even dizzier, closing his eyes instead of making it a challenge to not cum right then and there.He felt the rope around his wrists coming undone, both of his wrists being grabbed by large hands and set by his sides.Drowsiness taking over, he finally decided to just rest, rolling over on his side and falling asleep almost instantly.