#necro?

Idk jus finking of someone accidentally killing me on their cock, swaddlinh my dead body close n taking me to their lab

Building me back piece by piece, coming to, softly cooing n babbling, watching the joy in their face turn to hunger as they realize they can use my mouth as hard as they wan cause i don have to breathe anymore!!!

Idk what this is but it was on da dome

"...No...Damn it no."

A head severed from its body, looking so out of place. So wrong. So dead. So not what the Italian wanted to see. Lovino didn't know how it could have happened; Antonio was alive just an hour ago, now his blood was on the floor as was his head. His head. Still smiling and happy even with the little dribbles of blood past the lips. Antonio.

"This is some sick fucking joke..it has to be." The Italian kneeled down, placing a shaking hand on the curls. "You're not really gone are you, Bastard?" He was in shock, he couldn't cry, he couldn't run for help. Lovino could only sit there on his knees, and stroke the blood matted curls under his fingers.

"Well of course I'm not Lovi! Boss is still here!" Lovino looked around the room, his head snapping around in all directions- no sign of the Spaniard. Maybe he was going nuts, he heaved a shaky sigh looking back down at the- "Lovi. It was rude to ignore me like that." Antonio's eyes were looking at him, the lips moving as he spoke. The head was speaking to him.

Lovino leaped away from the Spaniard's talking fucking head, his eyes wide, fearful. He tossed a glance at the unmoving body then stared back at the head. Spain was blinking at him, smiling, expectant. "What's the matter, Querido? I'm still Boss."

No. No he wasn't. He wasn't Antonio, he was a talking severed head. "No. No. This isn't funny. THIS ISN'T FUCKING FUNNY ANTONIO!"

Spain simply gives him as questioning look, seeming like if he could, he would tilt his head. "I am not joking! Silly Lovi." he laughed, the sound coming out gurgled.

Lovino knew he should run, he knew and yet he couldn't move. Couldn't move at all. His lover's head was speaking to him, severed from his  body. Something that is not, and should not be possible. This was something evil and yet, all he could feel was relief. "So...you can live like this?"

"Si!" He smiled, "Isn't it great!"

Lovino nodded numbly, crawling over to the head, and pulling it to his chest. "Fuck, I'll have to take care of you."

"Si, but you'll still have me, Querido." Spain kissed the clothed chest seeing as he had no neck motion to nuzzled with. "You'll always have me."

Lovino knew what he was doing was stupid, what he was doing was vile and disgusting, but he kept the head.

The severed head that was speaking. Even if, in truth, it was only in Lovino's mind.

End.