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Hot water ran pink down the drain, Michael scrubbing some hair dye from his hair. He couldn’t really give a fuck about how he looked right now. If it all washed out he could just dye it again. Maybe, with a lot of persuasion, he could get Gavin to dye his hair to a darker color. 

The thought sends a pleasant shiver through his body. Black haired Gavin sounded very delectable. It was all he could ask for, but Gavin was even more than he could ever ask for.

Once all the blood had been cleaned from his body Michael stepped out and dressed into a pair of Gavin’s sweatpants, disregarding a shirt or underwear. He wanted to look as smug as possible and internally he preened at all the kills he’d achieved today. The world should be thanking him for relieving it of scum like that. People that would try and take Gav away from those he belonged to... Those were the worst.

Michael stepped back out in the living room, smiling at Gavin as he swept past the souvenirs he’d left, bypassing the kitchen table and going for the fridge. His eyes finally caught up with his mind and Michael slammed the door shut, rattling the bottles of beer inside. 

On the table was a heart, one of Michael’s thinner knives skewering it to the table. The incubus wasn’t affected by the sight of an organ in the wrong place but... Who’s did this belong to? 

The redhead wandered slowly to the muscle, running a still wet finger along its side. 

It all started with a simple white square envelope addressed to Gavin. The handwriting (in Michael’s opinion) was atrocious but it was evident there was an attempt to make it neat. The script was slowly done but the pen had been runny and so the cursive came out far less elegant. Some of the letters had swoops added to them, a faux sense of upper class being poorly executed.

Michael gingerly picked up the lovingly opened envelope, leaning back against the kitchen counter. As the envelope drew closer to his face he could smell the splash of cologne the admirer had dabbed onto the flaps. A hideous flood of possessiveness and jealousy welled in Michael’s gut and he hurriedly plucked the letter out, tossing the rest behind him.

The paper was even quality. It felt nice against his hands, like a vintage map or the grainy texture of old books. It was the kind people would eagerly stick their noses into and smell.

Michael opened the folded note with a frown, eyes dancing over the carefully chosen words. He ate every detail up, jumping onto the counter after the first paragraph. It went into detail how beautiful Gavin was (Michael agreed his eyes were like pristine forests that would wash away all worries) and how this person couldn’t even imagine living without him.

As the letter progressed Michael’s fingers dug further and further into the paper, wrinkling and leaving dips where his fingertips were. The man had dared to pen how ethereal it was like to hold Gavin, to hold him and to take him as if Gavin belonged to him. He wanted to scream and set the damn note on fire.

And Gavin had read it this morning, in front of Michael. In front of his own brother that had cooked the breakfast he was eating, kissed him in the bathroom, and fed him just the previous night. Michael never blamed Gavin, he couldn’t. He would happily provide anything and everything Gavvy needed but this son of a bitch was overstepping his boundaries as a fucking dish.

Gavin’s forgotten phone buzzed from its charger. His boi had left earlier to go run errands and maybe shop, leaving Michael with himself and the basic human dwelling. God if Gavin was being touched right now…

Black cherry eyes swept to the phone and Michael set the letter down with controlled anger. His manicured hand gently picked up the smartphone and opened it, knowing Gavin’s password from his memories. The text had been simple; an “I miss you” with a dozen colored hearts. Michael flicked through Gavin’s contacts, ignoring the obvious invasion of privacy. There was no time for him to give two shits about Gavin’s feelings, there were people he needed to kill.

God was Michael thankful his boi kept addresses with his admirers. Every single one of them, there was a neat line with house number, street, and zip code. It was like Gav was baiting Michael to go out and tear them all apart.

The redhead sat down at his laptop, opening up a tab for Google Maps. Taking a taxi was too risky and walking around all day soaked in blood wasn’t ideal either. After a brief research period Michael calculated the best route, avoiding busier streets and kept to trespassing backyards. The incubus snatched the printed instructions and glared down at Gavin’s phone as another text came through. He stared at the dick pic, scrutinizing it before locking the phone with a disgusted sneer. Michael could do better and he was certainly being done by better. This scum didn’t deserve to even look at Gavin, to breath the same air as his brother dearest.

He scrawled a quick “out, be back soon” onto a scrap of paper and tossed it on top of the letter, hinting at what Gavin would eventually figure out. Tonight there would be bloodshed.

Michael blanked out after stepping out of his apartment, simply focusing on his breathing and the bass heavy music being pounded into his brain. He resisted the temptation to feed on the bus when he felt a stray hand cop a feel at his barely covered ass. The lust was alluring but Michael was here on a mission. He didn’t need distractions but he would welcome any food on the way home.

The first man was home, opening the door to Michael’s Hollywood smile and screamed when Michael threw him against his football trophies. Many of the metallic bits broke off, some being impaled viciously through the victim's hand while others were used to cut thick gashes along their soft body. The wet squelch of his fists against what was once a brain matter soothed him just a bit. Michael left picking out bits of the man’s skull from his busted hand, silently wishing his vessel was the one with healing capabilities. Stupid Ryan and his stupid brain.

Each lover on the hit list was eliminated the same way, though Michael refrained from using his bare hands to kill them. The incubus highly doubted Michael’s hand would feel the same after it healed, not that he would ever surface long enough to notice.

They were all thrown around, Michael snapped a few bones (everything from shoulder to fingers was guaranteed to be broken) and actually castrated one for his lip. He had begged Michael not to kill him, asking him to think of his boyfriend and how heartbroken and devastated little David was going to be. Michael couldn't see more than red at that very moment and he was so sure Mogar erupted out of him and tore the house down.

Gavin isn’t going to be heartbroken, Gavin doesn’t belong to you, Gavin is mine mine mine!

One tried to beg for forgiveness after his body had been thrown about, claiming he didn’t know that Gavin was a taken man. Michael snapped his neck, feeling slightly merciful and sated at his apologies. He left the house intact, the man laying on his cold kitchen tiles with a white sheet covering him. Michael was a demon but... well yes he was a monster. Maybe he enjoyed doing humane activities from time to time.

Michael eventually arrived at the letter house. He wanted to call this one the suitor. The one who thought Gavin would run off and marry him and they would live happily ever after. Michael didn’t even bother to knock, kicking the door down with enough force to take it off its hinges. The man let out a yelp when the incubus strolled into his man den.

Michael’s nose wrinkled at the odor of the room, wondering how in the world could this man have charmed Gavin. Maybe it was the appeal of training and grooming a wild animal… Michael was Gavin’s wild animal, why did he need this swill?

His memory went and came in chunks. Michael remembered scaring the man out of his den, trailing after him like an apparition and ducking out of the way of a bat. He remembered throwing the weapon across the room and grabbing the suitor. He remembered taking him by his brown roots and slamming him into a table, jostling the gaming consoles on top. It felt good to do the force over and over, applying even more power after every slam until the man’s face broke through the glass.

Michael was fueled by the image of Gavin being domestic with anyone but him. This stranger’s hands running along Gavin's exposed hip in the early mornings, his lips kissing the hollow of his neck in the early mornings. With a frustrated howl Michael flung the man onto the glossy wooden floor, eyes almost entirely black and skin tinted with an sordid maroon color.

The suitor attempted to sit up, arms wiggling as he pushed himself but Michael’s sole came down on his back and Michael made sure the man ate whatever dirt there was on the floor. The incubus slowly lowered himself onto the other, purring curiously when his victim let out a low groan.

“All of you… You scum all think you can woo him to run away with you. It disgusts me, it frustrates me. You’re all too lucky the eldest doesn’t know about this… He would’ve joined me on this witch hunt. Then again, you’d have been honored to be killed by us. The grace, our beauty…” Michael’s hands grasped the other’s roots and dragged his face upwards, bending his neck at an awkward angle.

“Take a good look at what you own here. A couch, an Xbox. A few coffee mugs. Do you see Gavin here? My Gavin David Free? Do you see him perched on your couch laughing in your arms? Don’t get imaginative with you you piece of shit!” Michael slammed the man’s face into the floor, watching blood go everywhere before dragging his gaze back up.

“Do you see him anywhere? No? Because he will never be here. My baby brother will never belong to you, will never consider running away with you.”

The man gave a weak groan and Michael leaned in, pressing his ear against a bloodied temple.

“What was that? How am I so sure he wants me? You fool. You’re just like the rest. I can’t even remember their names but I would list all of the lovers he had aside from you. He wants me because he comes home to me, feeds from me, kills for me. What has he done for you? Bat his lashes, charm you with a smile he’s flashed to others eons before you? He shows me who he truly is. My brother is mine, all mine. Try not to forget that,” Michael whispered before pulling back, letting the man’s hair go.

He slowly picked up the other’s left arm, relishing in the wince and begs for him to leave the broken limb alone. Michael met the suitor’s eyes as he raised the hand closer to his face, opening his mouth slowly. The ring finger slid gently against his tongue and Michael gave a soft moan, wrapping his lips around it before biting down at the base. For every twitch, every breath, every plea Michael bit down harder and harder. A splash of warmth landed on his tongue and Michael grinned sadistically down at him.

This was what the man wanted right? A ring around his finger in the name of Gavin correct? Michael wouldn’t mind delivering at least that. A nice… reconciliation gift for his unfortunate temper tantrum.

The house echoed with a manic scream as Michael’s teeth tore through skin and muscles, destroying nerves and Michael only stopped when teeth met bone. He pulled back with blood dripping from his fangs, relishing the look of horror the man could still muster.

“In the name of Gavin,” Michael purred, a tongue running across his teeth before a hand grasped the mangled digit and pulled with abnormal force, popping the bone cleanly off the hand. A strangled cry was cut off as the man finally succumb to a coma. Michael stared at the man curiously before pocketing the finger, shuffling to the coffee table sitting innocuously beside them. He gingerly picked up the heavy wood before walking back, a bored expression on his face when he dropped the furniture onto the man’s head. There was a disgusting splat and Michael felt another splash of blood wet his ankle whites again. Lifeless black eyes stared down at the mess before Michael walked away, mumbling about how this sweater was dirty now and stank of human. The incubus gathered his things in a stolen gym bag, deciding it wouldn’t be missed since it wouldn’t be used again.

Michael arrived home and found Gavin still missing. He wasn’t too jealous, he’d take care of any other pests later but right now he felt downright soiled, like unworthy hands had touched him this afternoon. The sun was beginning to set, casting a brilliant orange through the apartment. Michael set the bag down on the kitchen counter, causing his sticky note and the letter to flutter across the top. He opened it and began to take his souvenirs out.

The incubus tucked the bag away, growling as he made for the bathroom. His complaints were soon muffled by the sound of hot water raining down.

On the counter laid the severed base of a football trophy dedicated to the most valuable player of a season, a leather necklace with a shark tooth permanently stained red, a blue silk bow tie, all things the lovers would be recognized for. At the end was a small bottle of cologne, the top sticky with Michael’s fingerprints. The ring finger was curved artfully around the base and the letter rested right next to it.  

[SMS: Gavvy Wavvy <3]: What do you plan we do with the father? I don’t give any fucks how we do it, skullface just says we have to make it look like an accident.

Michael was itching to go pummel someone but he couldn’t go off site and come back splattered in foreign blood. Burnie would throw a fit and that would tip some of the already unbalanced scales. While he loved this body, it wasn’t smart to throw all of his handiwork away just before He came back.

So the redhead bounced from person to person, trying to talk to them but everyone seemed to be too busy to pay him attention. The thought just pissed him off until he sauntered over to Ryan’s side, noting the healer was just playing a game to pass the time.

“Hey Ryan,” Michael called out, draping himself over Ryan’s shoulders. “What’re you doing?” Of course Michael knew what the golden god was up to, he wasn’t stupid.