KylieEatYou

There he was, standing there against the wall of the brick building across the street, a cigarette hanging limply in his right hand.

Roman fucking ‘Godfrey. And Peter was going to kill him.

He began walking towards him, towards destiny. Destiny. He killed Destiny.

A familiar shadow came across Roman, blocking the light coming from the street. Peter…

They stood in silence staring at each other for a long moment.

“I’m going to rip your fucking heart out.” Came from the shadow that was Peter. “I know.” Came the sound of Romans voice. Calm. Defeated.

A step forward from peter. A pause. “Peter …” Peter was there, suddenly, before roman before any more words could escape his mouth, peter’s hand wound tight around roman’s throat.

“Peter-” roman croaked out, “I-I did it for-” “For what!” Peter cried out in rage. “She was my everything! My everything! Oh God-” “I did it for us!” Roman interrupted. “I did it for … us” his yells became sobs.

Peter stayed silent, piercing Roman with his eyes. He shook his head violently, shoving Roman up against the wall. “Fuck you. FUCK YOU!” He snarled, his face inches from roman’s.

“Peter-” roman’s pleas were cut off as peter cleared the distances between them and forced his mouth onto roman’s. A muffled noise of surprise came from roman as peter pressed more forcefully, his body trapping roman’s against the wall.

Peter hands gripped at roman and spun roman to face the wall. “Wait-” roman protest, his voice barely audible. Peter’s hand wrapped around to grip at the front of roman’s pants and his mouth was at his ear. Roman could feel his breath tickle at the small of his neck.

“I fucking hate you.” Peter growled. Roman gasped as the warmth grazed him. “I know.”

Peter yanked at romans belt until he had his pants down at his thighs tightly. Roman needed him. He NEEDED him. Right no-

“Gah!” Roman’s thoughts were cut off as his felt peter force himself inside of him. Pounding and pounding into roman tightly. “

"Peter- gnuuu!- stop!” Peter ignored Roman’s protests and forced himself deep in roman over and over until finally his body shook violently as he finished. They both stood there, bodies pressed together slick with sweat, gasping, until peter suddenly three roman to the ground.

“You’re dead roman godfrey. And when you’ve dreamed of me touching you, night after night, and you shrivel up into a hollow nothing of your disgusting self- that is when ill come for you. ”

And then peter left him, lying crumpled on the ground, and never looked back.