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1. It started out as something so innocent (if two such monsters could be considered ‘innocent’ in the first place), with no real meaning or intention. Or so it had seemed. When the freak had managed to catch the viper in surprise, he had stolen a first kiss, one that would bring on many more. A harmless victory, the foundation of the illusion that followed. The illusion that they were merely playing a game, just for fun, something they both enjoyed. A game between equals who left each other alone otherwise. In many ways, that first kiss had been a lie: the first sticky string of the web that was to envelop him completely in time. It would only go downhill from there.
2. A chase gone wrong, one might call it. The blood on Kristof’s lips was still wet, but there was nothing to gain from his prey, the poor girl already lost— she didn’t even get to see the horrendous arms that pinned her tormentor to the ground. Six of them, thin and strong, their skin black and hard in several places. Dmitri threateningly hovered over the viper, fiery eyes burning with want. “Are you scared, precious?” he whispered, his face splitting in a smile that revealed each of his sharp teeth. The stuttered denial that followed only drew a laugh out of him, even though he was far from satisfied. (The spiderman was always hungry.) His grip on the other’s wrists loosened when he captured those blood smeared lips as to assure that he meant no harm. At least not yet.
3. Weeks had passed without Dmitri showing himself, hiding in his black wagon without windows. The cage in which he was usually displayed remained empty. When he finally emerged again, he appeared no different, save for the lack of his usual smile. The freak most likely wouldn’t have moved from his dark little spot if Kristof hadn’t found him there, pressing their lips together in a hungry kiss before any snide comments could be made. Perhaps he would have noticed the restricted movements and the rough patches of skin inside of the spider’s mouth, but Dmitri was sure to keep him too occupied to think it over.
4. Nightmares were becoming more and more frequent, replacing his dreams of the man he so admired. No matter how often the nightmares plagued him, he couldn’t get used to the fear— in fact, it seemed to only grow worse as time passed. Some nights the vampire would wake up without knowing what was real and what not, though the little doll with button eyes seated on his shelf was a comfort. The doll, never appearing in his dreams once (even when those dreams seemed to take place in his very own room), became a tell-tale sign. So of course he was momentarily frightened when he woke up one night after a particularly nasty dream only to find the doll sitting on the edge of his bed rather than its usual place, as if it had moved there on its own. A multitude of pale hands appeared quite suddenly around it, reaching out. The startled shriek that threatened to escape his lips was smothered by an opposite pair. Dmitri drank in the fear for as long as he could until Kristof fully realised that he was not in any sort of danger (or so he thought).
5. The spider kept his face void of expression, knowing golden eyes would not stop watching him. This was something he wanted to keep. Spindly fingers brushed against an ashen face and he thought to himself that he would miss seeing those eyes. (The new ones were never going to be as pretty, but Kristof was sure to like them regardless.) Dmitri leaned forward, one hand on the lifeless chest and the other still against the vampire’s cheek. It was colder than he remembered. Kristof didn’t respond to the kiss pressed against his stiff lips, not even when a tongue slipped between them, but it didn’t bother the spider. “Don’t be like that, doll,” he whispered against icy skin, his lips curling into a smile.
“I’ll give you the nicest buttons I have.”
