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Bite Marks of Love

Warning: (Consensual + non-consensual) Cannibalism. blood death

Steve hissed as he placed the cotton bandaged over the mouth sized wound on his torso. Looking in the mirror's background, he could see Billy was already falling asleep, a deep red color covering his lips and around some of his mouth.

God, he was beautiful.

Steve went back to his wounds, taping the edges of the bandage to keep it in place. He had already covered the other 3 missing chunks of his body, each hurting with a sting. He wondered how these would scar. There was already a plethora of small dips and dents in his body from Billy’s other ravenous urges. Steve had tried endlessly to convince Billy to stop fighting it, but Billy just didn’t like the idea of hurting Steve. So he pushed down his urges until the very last second, where the cork popped off and the river of red started flowing out of Steve’s body.

He went over to their bathroom and took a small wash cloth off its metal hanging ring to wet a small part of it. Steve went back into the bedroom and kneeled across the bed.

Steve took the wet washcloth and began wiping the blood from Billy’s mouth. Billy whined and moved away.

Steve sighed. “I’m not gonna kiss you goodnight with my blood all over your mouth.”

Billy lolled his head to the side to give Steve a lazy look. “You’re so picky.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “I’m picky? Really?” He was far from picky. Steve went back to gently wiping away the red stain. Yeah, Billy’s lips always looked good in red, but the blood gave everything a small coppery smell, and Steve hated it. Steve could’ve hated the entire ordeal, but he loved Billy too much.

Billy had never tasted meat for most of his childhood until, during a fight between his mom and dad about her veganism, Neil Hargrove shoved a bloody steak into Billy’s face to prove a point. Billy shouldn’t have been so delighted over the taste of the blood and smooth soft meat in his mouth, but he couldn’t help it. He remembered going down into the kitchen that night and just licking the raw meat, sinking it between his teeth like it was some rare foreign delicacy. When his mom left their family during the night a couple months later, Billy could finally enjoy the taste of meat without it being a secret he had to hide. Of course, cooked meat could never compete with the strange delights of raw meat.

Billy was 11 when he first tasted human flesh. Billy had gotten into a fight with some kid at his school; the kid pulled his hair so Billy bit his arm. He didn’t take any flesh off, just sunk his teeth into the meat and let the blood pool around his teeth. It was a metallic taste, similar to the animal blood he had tasted before, but just so… different. Billy didn’t know if it was because it was coming from a human or he was just on some adrenaline high from actually biting a living person. The teeth marks on the kid’s arm were burned into Billy’s brain. How perfect the two rows of teeth were, blood covering the dents he left behind. His dad later bit into his arm as a punishment. Billy liked it a little more than he should’ve.

He tried to push down his urges after that, understanding that eating people could have serious consequences. Billy just couldn’t understand what was so wrong about it. Did people in the beginning of the world not eat their fellow companions for survival? If so, why was it so wrong when he wanted to sink his teeth into flesh? Is he not just reverting to his natural instincts? What is so wrong about going back to your roots? He was already getting some strange looks from his new step-sister every time he bit down on his hand when he was stressed. Billy didn’t need any more strange looks.

He tried biting into his first partner at 15, the guy who took Billy’s virginity. He tried and tried, but his open mouth was just met with a hand covering it and a gruff voice telling him no. It got to where he was practically begging, pushing up against the guy until his teeth finally found something, his own arm. The feeling of the flesh against his teeth and metal against his tongue was enough to get his heart beating fast and the blood rush to his cock in something euphoric. It wasn’t the guy he was hooking up with, but it was just as good. The feeling of the blood pouring from his self-inflicted bite was beautiful.

Billy was kicked out of the guy’s house after that.

Steve really should’ve seen it coming. The predatory looks from Billy across the hall, the history classroom, the gym, everything Billy was doing should’ve been a sign that something was up with him. Something ‘unnatural’. Steve just thought the guy was admiring him, which… you could definitely put it that way.

Steve should’ve known something was up when Billy bit his lip the first time they made out at Tina’s Halloween party. A wash of red covered both their lips and Steve pulled back in shock and horror, touching his lip gently and inadvertently inviting a painful sting that made his body vibrate in pain. This random ass dude has just bit him, like actually bit him. There was blood trailing down Steve’s chin and a small tooth sized cut on his lip. Steve ignored Billy after that, well as much as he could ignore him. It’s not that he was scared that Billy had bitten him, it was more that Steve was scared he liked it so much. Seeing Billy’s ravenous bloody smile after biting him sparked something unholy in Steve. He had never felt that way with Nancy.

He would touch the cut that Billy gave him with gentle hands and try not to think of how hot Billy looked. Steve could see Billy staring extra hard after that night, in the shower, playing basketball, in the parking lot. It no longer seemed like Billy was staring at Steve, but at the bite mark that Billy gave him. Steve wore a tighter shirt the next day, and Billy wouldn’t stop squirming in his seat. Steve thought about what Billy could be thinking about… maybe what place he would bite Steve next. It was disgusting to think that Steve would let him.

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Steve should’ve known something was wrong when Billy was smiling like a manic during their fight in November. He remembered feeling something press against his stomach while Billy was straddling him, bringing down punch after punch on Steve’s face; Steve didn’t think anything of it. He was being given several concussions. How was he supposed to know Billy got a boner in the middle of the fight? It was impossible to avoid Billy after that. The looks Billy gave him were now back to observing his entire body. Steve was playing into that. He would wear old clothes - clothes that were obviously too tight. Clothes that left nothing to be imagined - clothes that gave everything a detailed outline of what Steve had to offer. Every time Steve caught Billy staring, there was always something between his teeth, nails, pencils, pens, cigarettes, his fingers, his hands. Steve actually gasped in shock when he saw a blood trail drip down from Billy’s hand. 2 rows of teeth leaving nothing to be imagined.

There was no apology exchanged between them, just an understanding of some kind. It was after school basketball practice, Steve thought he was the only one in the showers. He leaned his head up against the tile and let his tongue gently caress the corner of his lip where Billy’s fist at cut him, then the scarred skin where Billy had first bit him. All while doing this, his hand found a fistful of soft and wet flesh, creeping up and down as a disgusting metallic taste filled his mouth and memories of painful punches swarmed his mind.

He let out a soft whimper and there was the sound of wet feet against the showers tiles. Steve whipped around in horror to see Billy staring right at him. Billy wasn’t anywhere near him, but his eyes seemed so close. He was almost like a wolf, hunger and desire radiating off of him.

Steve didn’t know what to do. There was a fight happening in his mind because he was both horny and terrified and those rarely went together.

Billy just stared.

Steve swallowed thickly. “Are you going to hurt me?” He was the prey. The fat bunny, to Billy’s starved wolf.

Billy didn’t answer. Steve wondered if he really needed to answer at all. The answer was obvious, almost as clear as Billy’s blue eyes. He took a couple of steps to be in front of Steve, eye contact never breaking away.

He stood in front of Steve. His breathing was so controlled and calm, a drastic difference from Steve’s quick gasps of air. It was almost like the closer Billy got to him, the less he could breathe. You couldn’t really blame him, though. They were both naked, Steve had just been caught jerking off, and Billy’s eyes were filled with nothing but savage hunger.

Steve did nothing when Billy gently took Steve’s wrist. It felt like his grip would be something more abusive, but his hands felt like air against Steve’s wet skin. Steve’s heart started racing when his arm was brought up to Billy’s warm lips. His hot panting breaths against his skin made Steve even more scared. But when it happened - when Billy opened his mouth and let his teeth sink into Steve’s skin, he was far from scared. Steve was almost at peace…

The bite hurt like a motherfucker, though. Steve didn’t know what to describe the pain other than hot, it was burning. There was a sting to it as well. It made his body jerk, and he doubled over with a hiss. His arm didn’t move, though. It stayed right between Billy’s teeth.

He was finally let go, and he backed away into the wall tiles. He felt so hypocritical for being so scared. Steve wanted this - needed it. His chest burned as he took deep gasping breaths, trying to ignore the pain and the warmness spreading down his arm as his blood flowed through the teeth marks Billy had just left him. Looking down, he could see four small trails of blood where Billy’s canine teeth had stabbed Steve harder than the others.

Steve looked back up at Billy. His mouth was agape and there was a wash of red over his mouth, a bloody outline over all his teeth. There was something so beautifully animalistic about Billy - something that Steve couldn’t get enough of. It was kind of embarrassing. As he held his right arm, the bitten one, everything felt a little empty. The feeling of Billy’s teeth and lips made Steve feel wanted, almost. It was disgusting.

Billy was breathing heavily, panting softly like he was the wolf Steve saw him as.

Steve looked down at his bleeding arm. He slowly lifted it and brought his hand in front of Billy’s mouth.

Billy looked confused at first, a furrow in his eyebrows. “You don’t have to do this.” He whispered, but Steve didn’t put his hand down. Billy was hungry, and Steve would willingly serve himself up on a silver platter.

Steve didn’t care that something was wrong with Billy, while his right hand bled profusely and his left hand wrapped around Billy’s warm flesh. Steve couldn't care less that there was a small piece of his flesh missing when Billy finally came, because Steve came too.

There was something unexplainable about how Billy made him feel. A euphoric pain that Steve would never let go.

Steve was the clumsy fool of his friend group, the guy who always lost the fights. No one would bat an eye when they saw the bandages over Steve’s body, bandaids covering his fingers and cheeks, bumps in his pant legs where gauze was wrapped around bloody wounds. No one would even suspect that Steve was serving himself up as food. And thankfully Hawkins was a pretty boring town where no one really cared about others, so who cared if some dog went missing, or some cows, or really any animal that could wander the streets of Hawkins without anyone caring.

The idea of a person missing was something that Billy and Steve had toyed with, but never committed to it. There were too many risks.

Their relationship grew over time. Hangouts were less for Billy’s urges and more because they wanted to spend time with one another. The kisses and sex started turning into wants instead of needs, and Billy would spend more and more nights at Steve’s. Every single time Steve got a break during his new summer job, he’d hangout with Billy behind the mall. Overtime, the scarred tissue on Steve’s body would spread along with whispered ‘I love you’s. Steve didn’t doubt for a second that Billy loved him - Billy needed him and Steve needed Billy.

So it’s not that big of a surprise to either of them when Heather Holloway goes missing. She was a sweet girl, but she was hanging around the pool at the worst time. Steve entered the closed pool to hangout with Billy when he saw Heather’s bloody body in the main office. Blood poured from her mouth and her thigh bone was exposed for all to see, the muscle and flesh around it bitten off like she had been attacked by some beast.

Steve was disgusted at first, absolutely horrified. He remembered Heather; she was in his graduating class. He had geometry with her during freshman year, but besides that, he had always seen her in the halls. She was dating Michael Chandler. She was a sweet and funny girl and Steve always thought she was super pretty. But now she’s dead. Heather Holloway was dead in the pool manager’s office.

Steve stumbled out of the room, heart pounding as he held down his vomit. There was something telling him she wasn’t eaten by any beast. She was a stray cat, wild dog, grass-fed cow, trained horse.

He stood at the pool’s entrance. Billy was sitting at the edge of the pool with his feet swaying in the water. Steve could see from the illumination of the pool light that Billy’s entire mouth was covered in blood. A trail led down from his mouth down to the waistband of his bright red swim trunks.

Steve didn’t know what to think of first. Billy had actually killed someone this time. He hadn’t just killed a random animal off the street. This was a full person who had a life and a family before Billy just saw them as pointless prey. Steve wanted to throw up and drown Billy in the pool, but he couldn’t see himself doing that.

He went down on his knees next to Billy and gently turned the man’s head to look at him. Billy’s eyes were dilated, big and black, like a cat locking on its prey.

Steve was terrified, so he kissed Billy. He took Billy’s head into his hands and pressed his lips against his, and Steve hated it. He hated the metallic taste against his tongue. He hated how the dry blood was rubbing against his skin, but he didn’t stop.

They both fell into the pool, hands searching around their bodies, pulling off any clothing that could stop them from getting closer. Steve could only look at the office window while he fucked Billy. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from it as Billy sunk his teeth into his shoulder, an area that was now numb because of Billy’s teeth. Nerves were being snapped like rubber bands and Steve couldn’t feel anything anymore.

Death wasn’t something foreign to either of them anymore. Fatal car crashes were a lot more common in Hawkins suddenly. One-eighth of Billy’s graduating class couldn’t attend, and Steve watched from afar with a cast around his hand. There was a clumsy accident with a knife and his thumb got caught in the crossfire.

That was one occasion where Billy’s hunger got the best of him. He hadn’t eaten what he wanted to eat in a while. People were getting a little suspicious of the car crashes. Steve had actually accidentally cut himself with the knife, a good little slash on his thumb that burned like a bitch. Billy sniffed out the blood like a shark and, in a second, his mouth was wrapped around Steve’s thumb. It was an action so familiar to them, but it had a totally different context now.

Steve could say that he was a little scared at this moment. Billy had just grabbed him, pressed him up against the counter, and stuck his thumb into his mouth. It was a little jarring. So he snatched his thumb back, watching Billy visibly pout like he was some kind of dog.

He was a dog.

Billy was a fucking wolf. A tamed one, well… Steve thought he was tamed.

Steve loved Billy, though. Steve was obsessed with him - obsessed with everything about him. So now Steve has a cast around his arm, but hey, at least it’s his left hand.

They moved to California afterwards, leaving a sizable dent in Hawkins’ population. They said goodbye to their (Steve’s) friends. There were lots of tears, hugs, and gifts, and the couple was thankful for it all.

And they are now in California, the population increasing with people moving to become famous and decreasing with every unexplained car crash and missing persons case. But Steve and Billy would be fine. No one would know, no one could know.

Steve doesn’t care, anyway. He’d follow Billy to the ends of the earth. And when he’s just a singular eyeball left on Billy’s plate, Steve hoped that he’d taste good enough.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #cannibalism #cannibalism aesthetic #raw 2016 #raw 2016 aesthetic #this fic was totally inspired by that movi #did I make Billy hargrove a cannibal? yes #yes I did #and I'm proud of myself because I really like this fic #I will understand if I get hate for this because this is pretty fuuucckked #but it's okay #I'm pro harringrove so this was made out of love lol

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