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Eat the Rich (Because They're Rotund and Delicious) (JinKook)

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Relationships: Jin x Jungkook Genre(s): Smut, Dark (ish), Dark Humor

Rating: Explicit Tags: smut, dark au, serial killers, cannibalism, vigilantism, serial killer Jungkook, non-graphic violence, dirty talk, bottom!Jungkook, top!Jin, rough sex, bareback, coming untouched

Summary: Jungkook had a mission. That mission may involve killing people and burying the bodies. It's going great... Until the bodies go missing.

Word Count: ~6.5k A/N: Written for @bangtanxm ‘s March drabble prompt! If you love mxm bangtan go check us out! We have a discord open as a safe and welcoming community for mxm readers, writers, betas, etc.

From an objective standpoint, most people would say that murder was bad. But on a more broad scale – is anything really objectively bad or good? Could certain things, seen as unlawful and therefore as “bad” by the wider community, be good in some circumstances? Jungkook believed the answer to that was yes. Jungkook was had also killed six people in the last year alone, so he knew his response may have been somewhat biased.

It wasn’t that Jungkook planned to become a serial killer, those he killed just sort of ended up under his knife, so to speak… But that wasn’t entirely true. He planned his kills, down to the finest detail. It was how he escaped notice for so long. The victims deserved their punishment anyway, and it wasn’t as if he enjoyed what he did.

Except the look in their eyes when the pain from his initial slice, always a paper-thin nick between the fingers, almost too shallow to bleed, hit them… That was fun. Or the way they begged for forgiveness as if he were a priest taking last rites. Jungkook was no priest. He was a punisher, some would even call him a devil.

But the devil was the men and women he killed. The lives he snuffed out for the greater good of the community. He wasn’t a serial killer, he was saving people. He never killed an innocent man or woman, he never killed anyone that had a chance of being saved, or even those that would be caught for their crimes. No, he killed the ones that got away with it. The ones that hurt their children and the system turned a blind eye. The ones that rigged ballots and bribed the police. The ones that leered at school girls and boys and kept encrypted files of despicable material on their computers. Jungkook didn’t hurt anyone that didn’t deserve it.

The punishment in today’s world never fit the crime, his adoptive brother always ranted. Really, it was Namjoon that he got the idea from. His brother was a genius, and passionate about justice and the law… But he was soft. He was passive. All bark and no bite. But Jungkook could bite. So, he started listening to his brother’s rants. Memorizing names and researching himself, determining if the person was really as evil as Namjoon had implied. Most of the time the answer was yes. Jungkook drew his first blood when he was sixteen, a porcine lawyer in his forties that had bribed the judge to let a fraudulent business owner off the hook. The man had tried to bribe Jungkook too, saying he would pay for his college, get his family into a nice home, give him any sum of money if he would just let him go. The hot, bitter spray of the man’s punctured carotid artery was sweeter than any bag of Banana Kick he’d ever had. Just over a month later, he sliced the throat of the fraudulent businessman and buried him in the same deep grave as his (now literally) slimy lawyer.

Jungkook had been doing his job for four years when he met Jin. Tall, broad shouldered, an amazing cook, and stunning in both looks and personality (and bed, Jungkook learned a few months after their first date) – Jin was everything he dreamed of in a partner. And what was more, Jin didn’t seem to question his unwillingness to talk about his background before he was adopted by Namjoon’s parents, or his quirks that other partners had found obsessive, clingy, or annoying. Jin also didn’t mind the odd hours he kept, and that was vital. Lover or not, Jungkook wasn’t going to give up on his work. So a year later, when Jin asked him to move into his spacious apartment, Jungkook almost said no. But his affection for Jin, and his trust in him, despite his vow to himself that he would never trust someone outside of his adoptive family, made him say yes.

And things were going splendidly. That was, until Jungkook turned on the news one morning while Jin cooked breakfast only to find out that the location of his dumping grounds for the past twelve months was being dug up and converted into an apartment complex.

He made a point to switch dumping grounds every year so his kills wouldn’t be so overcrowded. He also made a point to clean up his mess to the point of neuroticism… But the risk was always there. His psychiatrist as a young teen had called him obsessive compulsive, and even Namjoon had mentioned it a few times, but Jungkook preferred organized. He needed things done a certain way, that was all. And Jin didn’t seem to mind. If anything, Jin was similar, especially when it came to the industrial style kitchen he used to manage his catering service.

Panic settled in like a heavy stone in the pit of Jungkook’s stomach, ruining his appetite for breakfast and his ability to focus on his work that day. He kept the news on constantly, updates about the building project. What would the headline say, he wondered? Serial killer burial ground discovered? Maniac graveyard unearthed? Six corpses found – serial murderer at large? Getting caught was something Jungkook had frankly never planned for. He was doing a good thing. He was helping. He was careful. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Two days later, the news showed the plot of land. It had been almost entirely dug out. Surely deep enough to uncover the remains of his victims. Panic turned to confusion. Why would the police hide the discovery of the bodies? He’d murdered some wealthy people; their relatives were offering large sums of money for information. This would make headlines. Or it should have, at least.

Finally, the tension got to be too much for Jungkook. Late Saturday night, when he knew the construction site would be shut down, Jungkook donned his hoodie and snuck out of the apartment, citing a need for a jog at Jin’s adorable and questioning glance.

He drove as far as he dared before getting out and walking to the site, pulling up his hood to hide his face from cameras that may be lurking. As he’d suspected, when he shined his flashlight over the dig, it was definitely deep enough to have unearthed every one of his corpses. And not to mention, it was directly over where the majority of them were – at one point – buried. The flashlight swept over the gargantuan yellow machinery before landing on an innocuous spot behind a bulldozer. His newest victim should have been buried right there.

Jungkook skimmed the area for any obvious cameras before grabbing a shovel and pocketing his flashlight. He was used to doing this in the dark. He began to dig, counting his shovelfuls steadily.

When he reached the allotted number of shovelfuls (the burial had to match the crime) he dropped to his knees and pawed at the wet ground, expecting to drive his hand through a liquifying corpse. But he only pulled out fistfuls of wet dirt. Panic bubbled up in Jungkook’s throat and he spun around on his knees, eyes darting over the construction site. He didn’t make a mistake. Jungkook didn’t make mistakes. This was where she was supposed to be. Jungkook pressed his palms against his temples, a low groan vibrating from the pit of his stomach. His breathing increased as he replayed the murder in his mind. How could he be so useless? A mistake like this would cost him everything. His family would hate him, Jin—Oh God, Jin would leave him, he’d end up rotting in jail, he was so fucking stupid.

A voice seemed to whisper through the night, calling his name. If he believed in ghosts, he’d say it was the ghosts of the ones he’d killed, asking where their bodies were? What good was he as a savior if he couldn’t even lay them to rest properly?

The voice echoed again, a little stronger and louder. Jungkook opened his eyes, pulling his flashlight out and flicking it on. The beam darted over the various machinery before landing on a human shaped form a few feet away. Jungkook gasped, jerking backwards. His hand clenched around the shaft of the shovel and lifted it. The person raised their hands in surrender and lifted one hand higher, shoving the black hoodie back from their face.

“Seokjin?” Jungkook hissed.

“Yeah, it’s me, Jungkook. Just me.”

“What are you doing here?”

Jin smiled softly, taking a tentative step toward Jungkook. “You’re not going to find her.”

“Who?”

“The body. Don’t worry. They’re all gone. You won’t be caught.”

Instead of relaxing him, Jin’s words knotted Jungkook’s nerves a hundred times more tightly. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“JK. Come on. I’ve known you for two years. You think I didn’t know? I’ve known since before you moved in.”

Jungkook gripped the shovel tighter, rising to his feet. Jin’s eyes darted down to the shovel and back to Jungkook’s tense face. “Hey… I know you’re scared.”

“You can’t know.”

“I’ve known for a while, baby. Just put the shovel down. I promise, your secret is safe. Nobody will find any traces here. Let’s go home. It’s cold and late.” Jin took a tentative step forward, but stopped when Jungkook raised the shovel a few inches.

“How do you know?” He hissed.

“I will explain it all. I just would prefer to do so at home.”

“No! How! You can’t know! You—You can’t, you wouldn’t understand…” Jungkook began to shake, his vision greying as he gasped for breath. Jin rushed forward and Jungkook tried to swing. He was too slow, and Jin caught his wrist, squeezing and twisting just enough to get him to lose his grip on the shovel. It fell with a thud to the dirt. Jin wrapped his arms around Jungkook, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I do understand, Jungkookie. I do. I promise, I don’t hate you, I understand. I love you. Please, let’s go home, safe, so I can talk to you, hm?”

Jungkook shivered in Jin’s grip, his mind racing like a rabbit on a track. Jin couldn’t. He had to be hallucinating or worse. Nobody would understand. They’d think he was a monster, they’d hate him and leave him all alone. And maybe he was a monster – he killed people.

Jungkook barely noticed as Jin pulled him forward, keeping a firm arm around his shoulders. He let Jin push him into the passenger seat of the car and buckle him in, his entire body feeling numb and cold. He’d been so careful. There was no way Jin could know. The reality of what Jin said was really hitting him; he knew, he’d known for a while, he didn’t leave. Why didn’t he leave? Nobody wanted to be around a freak that murdered people. Unless he was a freak himself. Jungkook glanced over at Jin. Was he a murderer? Did he kill at random? Would he kill Jungkook now that the secret was out?

Questions circled round and round in Jungkook’s head, each without an answer and each more concerning than the last. Even as they reached the apartment, Jin hadn’t spoken a word. Which was potentially most concerning. Jin was always happily chatting during their car trips, almost to the point that it drove Jungkook crazy at times. The silence was worse.

They entered the apartment Jungkook had called home for a year, and Jin guided him to the couch, sitting him down before disappearing into the kitchen.

What was next? Jungkook wondered as he sat on the couch. Was there any coming back from this? Jin returned shortly, carrying two steaming mugs. He set them on the coffee table and took a seat next to Jungkook.

“Can you look at me, baby?”

“Do you hate me?” Jungkook whispered. His voice sounded hollow to his ears, ragged from stress and fear.

“I love you,” Jin said firmly. He grabbed Jungkook’s chin and tilted his head up, their gazes meeting. “I love you and that’s why I didn’t tell you I knew. I knew it would send you spiraling, just like this, it would make you question yourself and me. I thought it would be better if I helped in silence, instead of risking unsettling your patterns.”

“Where are the bodies?”

Jin’s jaw twitched. He glanced at the couch between their laps and then reached out for his mug, sipping at it. “That’s…. Hard to explain,” he whispered.

“What did you do to them?” Jungkook asked again. “I need to know, you know I have to know.”

“I know. I just… Jungkook, you’re not the only one with secrets like this.”

“What do you mean?”

Jin stayed silent a moment. “The bodies will never be found, I can assure you of that.”

“How, Jin?”

“Well, because we… We’ve eaten them.”

Jungkook reeled back on the couch instantly, barely noticing the way Jin shied away from his abrupt movement.

“I had to have misheard that.”

“I cooked them. And we ate them,” Jin whispered, hanging his head.

“No… You’re… I don’t eat people!” Jungkook cried.

“I do. I have for a very long time. I used to…” Jin shrugged. “I used to just make deals with funeral home directors. Little things here and there. A special treat. But when you and I started dating and I found out your secret, it all seemed like fate. I could get a supply of meat and you’d be safe.”

Jungkook covered his mouth, a sick feeling settling into his stomach. “And you fed them… To me.”

“I’m sorry. I just—Once you moved in, I – I couldn’t make up lies for why you couldn’t eat the food I was eating. I went through great lengths to make sure they were safely prepared, just like any other cut of meat.”

Jungkook rose, turning away from Jin. He was full of nervous energy. A knot of nausea and something else… Some undefinable emotion… Rolled around in his stomach. His hands felt clammy and forehead damp with sweat, his muscles were tense and tight. He began to pace, wringing his hands together. “You eat people!”

“Please, Jungkook, please don’t hate me. It worked so well, I was helping, I thought, I—I wanted you to feel safe and I knew telling you the truth would just scare you and I—”

“Because you eat people, Seokjin!”

“And you murder them!” Jin snapped back, shooting up from the couch. “What’s really worse?!”

Jungkook pulled back, his eyes widening. In all the time they’d been together, Jin had never yelled at him, not like that. A tight fist clamped down on Jungkook’s heart at Jin’s words when they sank in past the anger.

Jin sat down, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“But you did. I know I’m… Different and… What I do a lot of people would say is evil.”

“I don’t—”

“Don’t say you don’t think it, Jin. Please don’t lie to me.”

“I don’t think you’re any worse than me. I truly don’t. I’ve seen the people you murder. They’re not nice.”

“I’ve never hurt someone that didn’t deserve it.”

“I know. I know you haven’t. I didn’t say that to—To imply you’re worse. Just to make you see things my way. I might eat human, and that’s frightening. You kill bad people and that’s also frightening. Why are we saying one is worse than the other?”

Jungkook sank back onto the couch, his brows furrowed together. Jin’s words did make sense. It was… Frightening, looking at the man he thought he knew so well and finding out such a big secret, but he supposed Jin probably dealt with the same when he discovered Jungkook’s secret.

“Have you ever killed, Jin?”

“No. I’ve considered it but you know how squeamish I am.” Jin chuckled a little, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t think I could actually stab someone.”

“But you can cut them up?” Jungkook laughed a little. “Isn’t that just as bad?”

“No way. Once they’re dead it’s just another cut of meat. I’ve butchered animals my whole life. It’s just a matter of knowing where the good meat is and how to prepare it.”

Jungkook picked up the tea Jin had brought him and took a small drink, scowling into the dark depths of it. “You’ve fed me… People. How do you know it won’t make you sick?”

“About the same risk as most other meats, I suppose. I would’ve told you but I was trying to avoid well… This.”

“I get it.” Jungkook frowned a little at his own words. In a weird way, he did get it. He was freaked out by it, but it made sense. And it did help him, in the long run. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I love you, Jungkook. I really do. All of you, even your darkness.” Jin reached out and took Jungkook’s cup, setting it aside before grabbing his hands. “Are you going to leave me?”

Jungkook looked up, a little surprised. Jin’s gaze was gentle and earnest, his eyes seeming to search Jungkook’s face. In all the time they’d been together, Jungkook had asked regularly if Jin was going to tire of him; it was sort of his thing. But Jin had never asked, never like this.

“You know my secret now,” Jungkook whispered.

“And you know mine. It’s even. We’re bound to silence, in that way I suppose. I’ll never tell. Even if your answer is yes, you want to leave… I’ll keep your secret.”

“I don’t want to leave,” Jungkook admitted. All tension seemed to leave Jin’s body at that.

“You don’t?”

“But there needs to be some rules established,” Jungkook said firmly. Jin nodded.

“I shouldn’t have lied to you.”

“No. I understand why you did it… But I feel violated, Jin. I wish you would have told me you knew, and what you were doing, even if you thought I’d get mad.”

Jin nodded again. Jungkook let go of Jin’s hands and scooted a little closer, holding the back of his neck. “Show me?”

“What?”

“My last kill was just last month… Have we… Eaten… All of her?”

“No.”

“Show me what’s left.”

“Are you sure?”

Jungkook nodded. Jin rose and took his hand, leading him out into their kitchen. Clean and spotless as always; if Jin was obsessive over one thing it was the cleanliness and orderliness of his kitchen. Jungkook was beginning to realize why. He opened the freezer and motioned to the stacks of white wrapped cuts of meat. Some were stained with a brick red, others clean as snow. Jungkook looked over it all, swallowing hard. “I thought this was beef or pork.”

“Not quite.”

“All the meat we’ve eaten in the last year….”

“Mostly human. Some, I mean, of course, some wasn’t. Months you didn’t kill or when we had a dinner party or two, of course the meat would go faster and I’d have to stock up with other animals.”

“You haven’t shopped at the local morgue since we started dating?”

Jin chuckled a little. He reached in and grabbed a couple of packages, putting them into the refrigerator.

“Dinner tomorrow,” he said when Jungkook cocked his head. “And no, I haven’t. Your kills are fresh enough and I’m always able to grab them the night you do them, so they don’t go bad. Then it’s just a matter of butchering it and getting rid of the inedible parts.”

“And what do you do with those?”

Jin grinned. “Not a piece goes to waste. I figured since they were so horrible in life, they may as well be useful in their death. Bones get ground down into fertilizer after I get the marrow out for our own meals or for the food I give some of our friends’ dogs.” He patted his grinder proudly. “The fertilizer goes into the garden, bone dust is a great fertilizer, it’s how my veggies and fruits are always so juicy. I burn the hair – I guess that part goes to waste, and smells something awful. And then the skin either gets added to the dog food or turned into rinds. Brain and a handful of other organs that I just don’t care for get pureed and put in my dehydrator so I can add it to the fertilizer as well. And of course, the meat and organs that are delicious end up in my freezer for our dinners.”

“Those pork rinds! Weren’t pork?” Jungkook spluttered. “I eat like a hundred of those!”

“Delicious, aren’t they? I can’t make them for every person you kill, unfortunately. Only the really girthy ones.”

“So, you’re saying if I kill more overweight criminals, you’ll make me pork rinds more often?”

Jin laughed. “Well, I can’t say that they’ll be pork rinds, but I can make them. But not too often. We only eat so much meat and bigger people usually also give bigger cuts of meat.”

Jungkook nodded. He turned, looking around the kitchen he’d grown so familiar with, seeing it in an entirely new light this evening. Now he could visualize the grinder filled with the bones of his victims, the cutting boards stained rusty with their blood. His stomach twisted in a delightful little knot, surprising him. He’d been doing his work alone for so long. While he was okay with that… Maybe having someone to share it with wasn’t such a bad idea.

Jin’s hands landed on his shoulders, brushing his nose and lips gently over Jungkook’s ear. “You okay?” He asked softly.

Jungkook turned, staying close to Jin. He nodded, brushing their noses together. “You’ve known for a while.”

“I have.” “How did you find out?”

Jin stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck. “Before you moved in. I didn’t mean to… When I was at your place, I accidentally saw one of your victim’s schedules on your computer. It was unlocked and I’d planned on hopping on to check a news article I wanted to show you. But it bugged me, so I researched the man afterward. I didn’t put it together until he went missing the following week. So then I dug on purpose… Just a little. I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t get it out of my head. Then one night I followed you. And I saw you.”

“But you didn’t… Run away screaming or tell.”

Jin shook his head. “I’d seen the type of people you were looking into. They were ones the world is better off without. I asked you to move in with me instead… So I could keep you safe.”

Jungkook chuckled a little. “You see a serial killer and ask him to live with you. Aren’t you a little afraid of me?”

“No.”

Jungkook cocked his head, surprised at the answer. “But I kill people.”

“Bad ones. I’m not bad. You love me.”

“You eat people… You’ve never thought about eating me? Even in passing?”

Jin shook his head. “You’re much more fulfilling for me alive. You make me happy and feel complete… The only time I want to eat you is in bed.” Jin winked. A bubble of laughter rumbled out of Jungkook before he could stop it, his face heating up.

“Really?” He cried.

Jin grinned broadly, the stunning smile that had drawn Jungkook in when they first met. “What? Bad timing?”

“Horrible timing,” Jungkook cried with no venom, shoving Jin playfully. Jin laughed and stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s middle.

“You’ll really stay?”

“I’ll stay. You were right. We both have secrets… We both have things we hid that we probably shouldn’t have… But I do love you, and I trust you. And I’m willing to work with you on it.”

Jin’s smile softened a little. “Me too… Would it be bad timing to try and kiss you now?”

Hm… Only a quick one. I need a shower. I smell like dirt.”

“Sorta.” Jin brushed their noses gently. “Can I join you?”

Jungkook let his arms rest loosely over Jin’s shoulders. “That just sounds like a proposition.”

“A bit. You’ve been so stressed over the construction work… You realize you’ve barely looked at me, let alone anything else.”

Jungkook scowled. He thought back, trying to come up with some argument to refute Jin’s claim. But he realized that his lover was correct; since the construction news had begun, he’d barely thought of anything else. Especially something intimate.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered instead.

“Don’t be. I knew what was bothering you. I wanted so badly to say something but I knew it wouldn’t… End well. So, I just figured I’d wait until you did the inevitable… Went and looked. And then I would.”

“You can shower with me. I’ll make it up to you.”

Jin shook his head. “You don’t need to. I mostly just want to be close to you. With everything, I guess the prospect of losing you was too real tonight. I’ve never told anyone about what I do and with everything…”

Jungkook silenced Jin with a gentle kiss. Their lips molded perfectly together, the light tickle of Jin’s breath on his cheek as he deepened it, the way their tongues brushed almost instinctively over the connection between their mouths. Jungkook pulled back, nudging Jin’s cheek with his nose.

“I get it. Thank you for sharing with me, no matter how it came out. And thank you for not judging me for my own secrets.”

Jin answered wordlessly, opting instead to kiss Jungkook once more, a deeper, needier one that sent sparks of need down Jungkook’s spine.

“Come shower with me,” Jungkook whispered, letting his arms drop from Jin’s shoulders. He grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the bathroom.

They both stripped wordlessly, sharing quick kisses and soft smiles as they did. Though they had done this about a hundred times in their years together, this felt… New somehow. Jungkook wasn’t sure if it was the knowledge that he wasn’t the only one with such a dark secret, or the weight that was lifted from his shoulders at sharing his secret after so long, but whatever it was, it made everything feel fresh. Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat when Jin’s hands slid down his biceps and across his bare stomach. Jungkook leaned over, slipping out of the back hug to turn on the water. He didn’t bother to hide the little cry of surprise when Jin cupped his ass and squeezed.

He shot upright and Jin wrapped his arms around him, spinning him so they were chest to chest and nearly nose to nose. “I missed this,” Jin whispered. He pressed soft kisses over Jungkook’s cheek and neck, letting his teeth graze his shoulder

Jungkook relaxed into his arms, resting his head on Jin’s shoulder and inhaling. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Fighting you. Scaring you. Hiding this. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I’ll always take care of you, Jungkook. I love you.”

Jungkook smiled against his skin, sighing contentedly when Jin nipped at his earlobe playfully. “Water’s warm by now. Come on,” he whispered releasing his grip on Jungkook.

The two climbed into the shower and fell into a rhythm learned from their time together, taking turns with the spray of the water, passing bottles and loofas to one another between water wet kisses. Jungkook washed Jin’s back, kissing his shoulders as he did, the hot spray of the water soothing his own muscles. They switched, and Jin did the same. His attention, however, shifted decidedly more to the point quite quickly. He pressed against Jungkook, allowing him to feel his hardness against his ass. Jungkook leaned his head back, shifting his own hips back to tease.

Jin’s breath hitched, and Jungkook smirked. It was his turn to gasp when Jin reached around and palmed his slowly hardening cock. He began to stroke it with a soap slicked hand, placing kisses along Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jungkook giggled, wiggling his hips back against Jin again. “At least let me rinse off,” he whined. Jin grumbled against his skin but stepped back, letting Jungkook step under the warm spray. As soon as the suds had rolled from his body, Jin was pressing him to the wall of the shower, lips warm and wet and desperate. Jungkook buried his fingers in Jin’s hair. Their bodies shifted together, each moving just enough to drag little whines and sighs from the other.

Jungkook pulled back, pushing Jin back a few inches and slapping the shower off. “Bedroom.”

Jin grinned in response, stepping out of the shower. They toweled off haphazardly, and hurried into the bedroom, still sharing quick kisses and needy touches as they did so.

The back of Jungkook’s legs hit the mattress before Jin shoved, sending him onto the bed with a satisfying creak of springs. Jin crawled over him, placing open mouthed kisses up his leg and chest before biting gently on his shoulder. Jungkook chuckled. “Thought you didn’t wanna eat me,” he teased.

Jin laughed, huffing warm breath over his skin. “And I warned you I did when we got into bed.” He flipped on the lamp, casting the room in a comforting orangeish glow. He pushed Jungkook’s legs open with his own thigh. “Now if you don’t mind... I’m starting with dessert.” He moved down and spread Jungkook open, running his tongue over his hole.

Jungkook’s back arched, a groan slipping from his mouth before he could stop it. Jin’s fingers dug into his hips as he held him down. He began to lick, suck, and bite at his hole and the sensitive skin around it, obscene noises filling the air. Jungkook whined, twisting Just hips down. He buried his fingers in Jin’s wet hair, tugging as he struggled for more each time Jin pulled back.

Jin drove two fingers into his spit slicked hole, bordering on painful when he spread them. It faded quickly when Jin’s tongue drove into the gap, teasing the hypersensitive nerves just inside his rim.

Jungkook sobbed his name, writhing on the bed. “Please!” He finally begged.

Jin looked up. His lips were plush, wet, and red, chin damp.

“What?”

“Fuck me, please. Please, I need you,” Jungkook begged. His cock twitched on his stomach, seeming to echo his plea.

Jin pouted. He blew a puff of cool air against Jungkook’s gaped hole, causing goosebumps to erupt over his skin.

“But I was enjoying my meal,” he teased. “I wanted to see if I could make you come just from eating you out.”

Jungkook shivered visibly at that. His cheeks warmed as he imagined it. “As sexy as that sounds... Please, Jin... I’d rather come with your cock fucking me open. I’ll let you eat me until I come another night. When I’m less desperate. Please.”

Jin bit his lip, considering.

Jungkook wet his lips. “I’ll let you try it in the kitchen... You can bend me over the counter and eat my ass until I come all over the floor.”

“Fuck,” Jin hissed. “Deal.” He glanced at Jungkook, shaking his head. “But you’re still so tight. I need to prep you more.”

“Just a bit. I want it tight... Like the night you took my virginity. The way I screamed for you... Tonight feels...”

“New,” Jin finished, nodding. He spat against Jungkook’s hole and added a third finger. He began to twist and stretch quickly, locking gazes with Jungkook as he did.

Jungkook remained quiet, chewing his bottom lip against the sting of the abrupt stretch. He pawed their lube out of the drawer and handed it to Jin, whining when Jin poured a bit into the gap made by his fingers. “It’s cold.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll warm it quick.” Jin slicked himself and lined his cock up.

Jungkook lifted one leg, resting it over Jin’s shoulder. He let the other fall to the side. “I’m ready.”

Jin drove his cock in, both crying out at the tightness of Jungkook’s hole. He arched his back and grabbed Jin’s thighs. Jin held onto his hips, beginning to thrust shallowly almost immediately. Jin pushed his leg off his shoulder and laid over Jungkook, twisting his hips to work him open.

Jungkook held onto him, whining and moaning as his body began to get used to the thick penetration. Jin’s teeth grazed his earlobe.

“Jin—“

“Do you need me to stop?” Jin panted, snapping his hips forward for good measure. Jungkook groaned and shook his head no. “No! Please... Keep going. Harder—“

Jin huffed against Jungkook’s shoulder. He obeyed, snapping his hips forward hard enough to make the bed groan.

Jungkook screamed happily. His rim aches delightfully, stretched to the limit whenever Jin pushed as deep as he could go, and again when his tip caught against that little circle of muscle. He felt delightfully full, each inward pump of Jin’s cock bordering on discomfort as he worked himself deep into Jungkook’s body.

His own cock was pinned between them, achingly hard and leaking against his tense stomach, neglected. He never had to touch himself when Jin was fucking him; Jin knew just how to make him come.

Jin pulled out, making Jungkook shout in annoyance. He flipped him onto his stomach and spread his ass, adding more lube before driving back in and laying himself over Jungkook’s back as he began to pound into him from the new position. Jungkook screamed into the pillow, arching his hips up to give Jin better access. Jin found his hands, gripping the sheet under the pillow; and twined their fingers, kissing his neck almost delicately despite the aggressive pumping of his hips.

“That’s it, JK,” he panted, his tone going straight to Jungkook’s belly.

“You take me so well. Open right up for my cock, huh? You love it.”

Jungkook whined and nodded, baring his neck for Jin to kiss and nibble.

“It’s sexier now, isn’t it?” Jin huffed, vocalizing the echo in Jungkook’s mind all night. “Knowing the truth. Knowing what I do. What you do. What I feed you.”

Jungkook whined, nodding. “It is... Please—“

“I’ve fed you them before. Your male victims.”

Jungkook’s face heated up more than he thought possible. “Did I—“

“You loved them. I was actually jealous.” The snap of his hips was almost painful as he spoke. “The night I fucked your face right at the dinner table... Then bent you over and made you come right there...”

Jungkook moaned, his eyes rolling back at both the pleasure and the memory. “It was so good— Oh God! Please — Fuck— You fucked me so good that night...”

“I had to make you mine again,” Jin growled. His hips were beginning to lose their rhythm.

“I’m always yours!” Jungkook cried. He bit down on the pillow and shouted at a particularly good angle, teetering on the edge. “Please! Fuck me, oh God, Jin please— Make me come, come on me, God don’t stop—“ He knew he was rambling; a side effect of his impending climax. Jin obeyed though, leaning back and pinning his hips down. He began to slam into him hard and fast, pulling almost all the way out before driving in as deep as he could go.

Jungkook screamed until his voice broke, his entire body going rigid. His cock throbbed and twitched against the bed, spilling rope after rope of milky come onto the sheets as Jin ooh fed his ass. Each thrust had his balls clenching, another dribble of come added to the puddle.

Jin groaned his name, his own hips twitching. He stiffened and then shuddered, his thrusts slowing and weakening as he came, still pumping into Jungkook.

Jin pulled out gently and collapsed next to Jungkook, his chest heaving as they came down. Jungkook giggled tiredly . “Wow.”

“Wow is right,” Jin panted, wiping sweat from his brow.

Jungkook rested his head on Jin’s shoulder, letting his breathing normalize. He shivered when Jin began to wipe his sticky body down with a wet wipe, moving only as much as was necessary to be well taken care of his lover. Jin chuckled, making Jungkook crack one eye open.

“What?”

“You’re utterly boneless,” Jin joked.

“Take it as a compliment,” Jungkook grumbled, shifting to let Jin pull the come soiled blanket off the bed. “You fucked me good.”

“Oh I do, trust me.” Jin flopped back into bed, kicking the clean sheet over them. Jungkook tilted his head up, pouting his lips for a kiss. When Jin obliged, he smiled. The two laid in silence for a moment, basking on one another’s company.

“So, I have a couple of targets I’m looking at…” He began, cracking open one eye in time to see Jin smirk.

“Who’s on the chopping block?”

“A slimy vice president of a small company or a cop who took a bribe that got a criminal off… Any special requests?”

Jin chuckled. “Well, do you have any special dinner requests?”

“You know I love everything you cook… I have been craving your stew though, you haven’t made it in forever.”

“Are either of these potential carcasses fit?”

“The cop, actually. About my size.”

“If you want stew, I’ll need to butcher something with well worked muscles so I can slow cook it. We do have that dinner party coming up early next month… I bet my stew would be a hit with our friends.”

“Oh, you know it would – Taehyung would die for it.” Jungkook hesitated. “How often do you serve my kills to our friends?”

“Regularly – but not as often as you and I eat them. I don’t want to risk them asking what meat it is if it’s too gamey or unique tasting.”

Jungkook nodded. “I’ll work on the cop then.”

The silence stretched on. Jungkook was deep in thought, considering what he’d learned about his potential next victim, as well as the realization that he was doing it entirely with Jin’s knowledge. Jin cleared his throat.

“I have a question.”

“Sure.”

“I know you want to do this alone and all of that but… Would it be okay if I picked up the carcass fresh? Rather than you burying it?”

Jungkook looked up at Jin, cocking his head. “Well, I guess that makes more sense… Since you know now… Yeah, I’ll text when I’m done. I’ll give you the address ahead of time.”

Jin nodded, relaxing a bit into the bed.

“Maybe I’ll show you how to butcher them.”

“Can you teach me how to cook it too?” Jungkook asked.

“No way.”

Jungkook scowled. Jin grinned. “If I teach you how to cook it, you might become better than me, then what use would I be for you?”

Jungkook laughed, wrapping an arm tight around Jin’s middle. “You’ll always have a place in my life, no matter what.”

“Promise?”

Jungkook smiled against his shoulder. “Promise. Now let’s go to sleep.”

Jin grunted in response, turning the lamp off and nuzzling deeper under the sheet. Jungkook relaxed into his embrace as easy as breathing, a sense of profound comfort slipping over him as he drifted to sleep.

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The Theatre Bizarre (2011)

Directed by Douglas Buck, Buddy Giovinazzo, David Gregory, Karim Hussain, Jeremy Kasten, Tom Savini and Richard Stanley

Written by Scarlett Amaris, Douglas Buck, John Esposito, Buddy Giovinazzo, David Gregory, Karim Hussain, Emiliano Ranzani and Richard Stanley

Music by Simon Boswell, Susan DiBona and Marquis Howell of Hobo Jazz

Country: United States

Language: English

Running Time: 114 minutes

CAST

Udo Kier as Peg Poett

Virginia Newcomb as Enola Penny

Kaniehtiio Horn as The Writer (segment 'Vision Stains')

Victoria Maurette as Karina (segment 'The Mother Of Toads')

Shane Woodward as Martin (segment 'The Mother Of Toads')

André Hennicke as Axel (segment 'I Love You')

Suzan Anbeh as Mo (segment 'I Love You')

James Gill as Donnie (segment 'Wet Dreams')

Tom Savini as Dr. Maurey (segment 'Wet Dreams')

Debbie Rochon as Carla (segment 'Wet Dreams')

Lena Kleine as The Mother (segment 'The Accident')

Mélodie Simard as The Daughter (segment 'The Accident')

Lindsay Goranson as Estelle (segment 'Sweets')

Guilford Adams as Greg (segment 'Sweets')

Framing Segments

Directed by Jeremy Kasten

Written by Zach Chassler

Cast:

Udo Kier as Peg Poett

Virginia Newcomb as Enola Penny

The Theatre Bizarre is a series of six shorts largely in hock to the grand-guignol tradition of naturalistic horror (i.e. proper ketchup, matey). I know this not because of any keen interest in French theatre but because the framing sequence is called ‘Theatre Guignol’, and it is into this terribly mysterious theatre that Enola Penny (Virginia Newcomb) dreamily wanders one decisive night. Each of the following sections is introduced by the indefatigable Udo Kier playing a big puppet (literally “grand guignol”) who becomes less puppet-like as the movie wears on and (cue wobbly theremin) Enola become less human. Which might be an artistic statement about desensitisation, but is definitely an excuse to watch Udo Kier popping robot-moves, which I think we can all agree is a good thing.

The Mother of Toads

Directed by Richard Stanley

Written by Richard Stanley, Scarlett Amaris and Emiliano Ranzani

Cast:

Catriona MacColl as Mere Antoinette

Shane Woodward as Martin

Victoria Maurette as Karina

Lisa Belle as The Naked Witch (as Lisa Crawford)

Amelie Salomon as The Monster

The Mother of Toads is apparently based on a Clark Ashton Smith story of the same name which I haven’t read, with a bit of HP Lovecraft chucked in. It features a pair of unpleasant young Americans holidaying in France, and I’m not dissing Americans there, this pair really are unlikable; Karina moans that everything is in French in France (quelle surprise!), while Martin is so anaesthetised by his own acumen he can barely push his smug words past the thicket of his trendy beard. They come unstuck when bargain hunting in a French market where a handsome older lady with a mesmerising accent saucily offers Martin a peek at her Necronomicon. Bundling Karina off to a spa Martin spends the day with the accommodating and increasingly ardent crone, drinking suspicious brews and fingering her dusty leaves. Things end badly. This was an agreeably silly creature feature with plenty of the old ugh! quotient, an endearing lack of logic and a pervading sense of encroaching doom. The humour leavening proceedings is clearly no accident; there’s an excellent joke when Martin attempts to extricate himself from a post-coital bed without waking his sleeping and somewhat slimy partner. Probably rings a few bells in the audience that bit. It’s just enjoyably daft, tongue-in-cheek stuff and a welcome reminder that Richard (Hardware (1990), Dust Devil (1992)) Stanley is still rocking his smart-trash groove.

I Love You

Directed by Buddy Giovinazzo

Written by Buddy Giovinazzo

Cast:

André Hennicke as Axel

Suzan Anbeh as Mo

I Love You is a pretty tough watch and unusually it’s not because of the climactic gore. Axel wakes up in his bathroom disorientated and bloody; turns out he’s an insecure, self-destructive mess who has driven his lady Mo away. Mo returns to sever all ties and leave for good. What follows is an emotionally harrowing battle between two damaged people where words are weapons and the hurt is internal. As blood spattered as the despairing denouement may be the real horror is the extended verbal flensing Mo delivers to Martin, in which she destroys not only his present but also his past. And is she telling the truth? Or is it a desperate attempt to extricate herself from his unquenchable neediness? Like a fox gnawing its paw off to escape the trap? Sometimes uncertainty can be another level of horror. Buddy Giovinazzo delivers a classily acted, tautly suspenseful two-hander which leaves an emotional stain which persists for days.

Wet Dreams

Directed by Tom Savini

Written by John Esposito

Cast:

Debbie Rochon as Carla

Tom Savini as Dr. Maurey

James Gill as Donnie

Jodii Christianson as Maxine

Wet Dreams is directed by Tom Savini, who is legendary in horror for his SFX work and slightly less legendary for his acting, so there’s no excuse for doing an Elvis double take at the fact he’s given himself a role and that his segment is luridly gory. He’s no slouch at directing either, which is nice. The esteemed Mr. Savini plays a psychiatrist, the kind who drinks on the job and talks about raping his mum (i.e. a movie psychiatrist), treating Donnie, a preening jackass who likes smacking his wife, Carla, about and cheating on her. See, Donnie’s having recurring nightmares wherein his sexy dream fun times climax with him being tortured and castrated by his long-suffering wife, in a series of gruesomely humorous and visually explicit ways. Gentlemen viewers may never again think of a fry-up without skittishly crossing their legs. Serves Donnie right you might think, but by the end of the dream-within-a-dream misdirection and its gruesomely pre-code EC Comics twist finale you might think again. Ugh. I mean….ugh. I...Jesus. What could have just been a gratuitous mess of general dismemberment is deftly directed by the savant Savini, resulting in an amoral immorality tale. And need it be said that his skills in the SFX dept remain second to none? No, it need not. So pretend I didn’t say it.

The Accident

Directed by Douglas Buck

Written by Douglas Buck

Cast:

Lena Kleine as Mother

Mélodie Simard as Daughter

Jean-Paul Rivière as Old Biker

Bruno Décary as Young Biker

The Accident provides a brief respite from the onslaught of sensationalistic gore, a pit stop if you will. Even if you won’t, it definitely centres around a cute child asking her blasé mother questions about mortality, said questions raised in the tiny, inquiring mind after the witnessing of an accident earlier in the day involving a deer and a cocky motorcyclist. It’s a very restrained piece, very accomplished, and softer in tone than anything before or after it. There’s a touch of grue when the deer is finished off, but mostly the horror here is the complete horseshit parents come out with to calm their offspring with regards to the ultimately absurd nature of life and death, a subject which everyone spends a lot of time avoiding thinking about on a day to day basis and about which they would rather not be cross-examined about by a child at bedtime. As upsetting as the sight of the deer’s tongue lolling out of its bug eyed head was (very), it wasn’t as upsetting as realising all the lies you have to fill your kid with just so they can function in what we’ve all decided to call reality. Compared to all that, lying about Santa Claus is a minor misdemeanour.

Vision Stains

Directed by Karim Hussain

Written by Karim Hussain

Cast:

Kaniehtiio Horn as The Writer

Cynthia Wu-Maheux as Junkie Girl

Imogen Haworth as Pregnant Woman

Rachelle Glait as Older Homeless Woman

Alex Ivanovici as Junkie Man

I have a thing about eye trauma. Not a sexual thing, a “flinch and wave your hands about like you’re warding off invisible birds” thing. It’s a running joke in the Mundano family unit; if there’s some serious eye trauma afoot in the viewing choice, all eyes fall on the father figure as he tenses for impact. Those similarly (dis)inclined should be warned that there is a seriously impressive amount of eye trauma in Vision Stains. It’s built in as the whole episode rests on the Horror Movie Science concept of people’s past lives flashing before their eyes at the point of death. So if you extract their eye juice as they die and inject it into your own eye you will get to live the edited highlights of another life. Obviously. That sounds about as appealing as it sounds scientifically feasible, but our serial killer heroine is well into it. She basically harvests the lives of the homeless to make up for her personal shortfall in dreams. Judging by the massive pile of notebooks in which she has written the details of all the lives she has nicked, its worked out quite well for her. But people, even dreamless serial killers who prey on the homeless, are never satisfied, so she decides to take the next step and find out what happens before people have a life to flash in front of their eyes. The results are mixed. Ultimately you can’t help thinking it would have been a lot quicker and far easier on the homeless population if she’d just read Tbomas Ligotti’s The Conspiracy Against the Human race. It’s all very silly but the po-faced approach suggests it is straining for some grandiose meaning; it fails. But it does feature a fantastic amount of eye trauma. Each to their own.

Sweets

Directed by David Gregory

Written by David Gregory

Cast:

Lindsay Goranson as Estelle

Guilford Adams as Greg

Lynn Lowry as Mikela Da Vinci

Jessica Remmers as Antonia

With Sweets, things close on a hilariously disgusting note. A deadpan Estelle and a semi-hysterical Greg talk about their dying relationship in the most banal clichés imaginable as they sit in what was once an apartment, but is now a kind of edible sty plastered with smushed up confectionery. As trite nonsense falls from her lips Estelle slowly sucks a melting ice cream into her deadpan face. Greg flailing to rescue the dead relationship counters with the expected whiny responses, while spasmodically picking filthy sweets off the floor and ingesting them with all the automotive panache of the true addict. Their stale interactions are punctuated by a series of flashbacks which parody cinema’s rote scenes of romance, with the pair swilling sweet shit like swilling sweet shit is going out of fashion. Luckily for Greg, Estelle hasn’t quite finished with him, unluckily for Greg he’s about to find out what that means. Sweets is pretty funny in its lip-smacking attack on love and addiction (and love as addiction), and is delightfully cartoonish in style; Estelle is often colour coordinated from hair to shoes with whatever sickly delicacy she is proffering. Of course all the comedy and caricature serve only to distract you while Sweets prepares a delightful gut punch of horror, before the management politely ask you to leave.

TL;DR: The Theatre Bizarre: it’s worth a watch, but not if you’re squeamish.

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