#suffering.exe

Okuyasu is not good at dancing.

"Oh! Ah-ah, h-harder... please~"

To rephrase, he is not good at controlling himself when he dances. He's actually quite good at dancing, extremely so. The rush of adrenaline when he moves up against his partner; just feeling their skin against his as he holds them tight in his arms, it's enough to drive him crazy.

"Ahn! Oh my g-god!"

His calloused fingers trailed along their body, making sure he remembered every single dip and curve in their figure. Their moans filled him with determination as he drilled into their core. He never wanted his eyes to leave their sprawled out figure, that fit oh so perfectly in his bed.

"C'mon b-baby... Just a little more..."

As he clutched their thigh tighter, they threw their head back against the pillow, soaked with sweat and drool, as they whined for more. Everything was so hazy and beautiful in this moment. The boombox, long forgotten, played off hits they had selected just for the two of them. It couldn't make them any happier that simple dancing escalated to this.

"H-hey babe, it's your f-fa~avorite song..." Okuyasu grunts, his teeth grinding harshly as he struggled to speak. "I-I wonder if you ca-an sing along?"

It's 'Wet Dreamz,' and their face flushes deep as they remember the many nights they thought of him to this very song. Okuyasu's hands are gently grasping at their hip, squeezing in the most loving fashion he can manage right now. His grunts only deepening as they arch up into his absolutely gorgeous chest.

"O-Oku!"

He lets out a choked moan as they tighten around his cock, the feeling of them pulsing and tensing so deliciously around him makes him shudder with utter delight. His tongue rolling across his lips as they let out another cry of delight.

"T-that's it babe, t-that's it... Oo~oh my god, you're so h-hot. I l-love you veE-ERy much!"

They let out a sob as he presses kisses to their ankle, his breath burning against their already heated flesh by this point. "H-hrk! B-babe!"

Okuyasu curled up into them as their tired pants echoed out into his room, their face contained a bright smile as they ruffled his hair. "Y'know... I really did just come over to dance with you."

He sighs, gently tugging on a few strands of their hair. "Y-yeah, I knew that."

"Since I love you, I'll kill them."

"I'll kill them."

"I'll kill them."

Blood slowly trickled down from his hands, his breathing uneven as he stared at the crimescene he created before him. All the rain in the world would never wash away what he had done.

But he had too. He did this all for you after all...

He could imagine you now, safe at home and curled up under blankets. Waiting for him to return home. You were too perfect for him, you were too sweet, too kind, too beautiful...

You did deserve someone better, but who better than Speedwagon? He did so much for you after all, buying you glamorous expensive gifts at the snap of a finger, and offering you a place forever in his heart. He treated you as a goddess. It was only far of you to return the favor? Wasn't it?

He picked up his trademark hat, albeit with a few dark red stains now, it wouldn't matter, he'd clean it, but that would be later. You were on his mind now, and he wished to not keep you waiting any longer.

The journey home was uneventful, as it should be. It was far too late in the night for anyone who actually cared to take notice of him, his bloodstained suit, and the knife in his left hand. Despite this, he had an extra skip in his step as he walked up to your front door.

He didn't need a key, you kept one under your flower pot anyways.

A small smile creeped up on his face as he entered your house. You had fallen asleep on the couch yet again, despite him mumbling in your sleepy ear to head to bed earlier. Even if you didn't listen to him that time, he didn't mind, he enjoyed carrying you to bed anyways.

As he made his way over to you, he took in the sight of your figure all snuggled under a blanket he had sent you so long ago... He wonders if you knew it was him back then? It didn't matter anyways, the fact that you used it so often made his heart leap with joy.

His fingers brushed against your sleeping face, smearing blood on your cheek in the process. Leaning down to smother his lips against yours, being careful not to wake you from your peaceful sleeping.

"Come on, __... Let's get you to bed..." He sighed softly, once again making sure you didn't stir. As he clutched you into his chest, despite the dark of the house he managed to find your bedroom, after all, he had been in there so many times.

He gently laid your sleeping figure down on the bed, making sure your head was perfectly placed on your favorite pillow, you had gotten it from a 'friend' for a birthday, but the thought of anyone else spoiling you in presents made Speedwagon's stomach churn, he could buy you better pillows... In fact, he would, but that would be later, he just wanted you comfortable in your bed right now.

You rolled onto your side once he had placed you down completely, his smile returning again as he watched you snore happily. Taking the blanket from the living room and covering you with it. His fingers carefully running up your body as he resisted the thought of curling next to you and pulling you into his arms, but that would be later...

He quickly tidied up your room, rearranging papers and files, folding your laundry, making sure all your homework was done... He sighed heavily as he forced himself to leave your room, but not before planting a kiss on your forehead.

Oh, how it pained him to leave you all the time. He knew every time he left, someone else had a chance to steal your heart away from him... He would die on the spot if you found affection in someone else.

He dreamed of the day he could happily call out, 'I'm home!' and have you rush to meet him, embracing him, kissing him, loving him, and only him... He craved that moment...