Round And Round Till We All Fall Down (FINAL)

Round And Round Till We All Fall Down (FINAL)

Studio Nightkiller story. Part 4.

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

In a way a follow up to KillerNight(s) however you don’t need to read KillerNight(s) to read this one.

Synopsis: Nightmare and Killer’s relationship has been going round and round for years. With feelings becoming undeniable, will they fall together or, as always, fall apart? This is again before Ccino has entered their lives.

P4: After their last fight, Nightmare fights to try and save what is left of the crumbling relationship. But with Killer pulling away, is it to little to late?

Warning, contains some mature themes, and refences to drinking.

Enjoy :)

Killer got back to his flat late that day. His step was light and his smile wider and full of satisfaction. A freeing morning after a freeing night.

It was a feeling he could remember well even now, a month later. He'd been so happy… it was all so silly now….    

It had felt like a long time since he'd been on the walk of shame, walking out in the same clothes you wore the night before, messy and a little stanky. Perhaps bitten, bruised, and aching with that good pain.

Only, No shame came for him this time, he didn't feel like all eyes were on him, or in the know of what he'd been doing. As he breathed in the smog-filled city air, leaving the hotel, He felt greatttt.

It was like the whole outside felt brighter and more energetic, more alive and colourful than he'd seen in a long time. The city buzzed and bustled, and teemed with life and energy. Killer was like the protagonist in a musical right before they burst into song, hearing music in his head.

He felt like he could do anything he wanted, and anyone he wanted for that matter.

Though his enjoyment wasn't to last a long time.

Studio Nightkiller story. Part 3.

Part 2,

Part 1

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In a way a follow up to KillerNight(s) however you don’t need to read KillerNight(s) to read this one.

P3: after a truly chaotic confession, Nightmare and Killer are finally together. However, it wouldn’t all be smooth sailing. After it ended, Killer looks back on the highs and lows...

Warning, contains some mature themes

Killer had been walking away from Nightmare's flat with such frustration, that he didn't even stop to see where he was going. Other then making sure to avoid the road, and the back alleys peppered with muggers, it didn’t really matter where he ended up. It was a big city, there were many places to go, yet it almost seemed completely alien to him in that moment. It just didn't matter...

All Killer knew was that he wanted to get away from him.

Killer was used to verbal abuse. Killer was used to verbal abuse from Nightmare. But right now Killer was cut to the core.

After a long time of walking he finally stopped, finding himself unable to go further. The glass screen of the smashed phone cut his hand, as he tense his fingers and he looked down at it. The small amount of marrow running from his palm, was no concern of his. He could hardly feel it.

"......"

Of course Night would do something like that, the arrogant bastard often acted like a child when he didn’t get his way.

Slipping the trashed electronic from his hand into his pocket, he sighed bitterly.

He lent his back against the nearest wall and pulled a slightly crushed box of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. It had been months since the last, but he could forgive himself this time. It wouldn’t be the last one he’d probably smoke today.

He lit it up and took a long deep breath in, letting the toxic smoke fill him. Fill every, nook and cranny and drenching his bones in much needed warmth. The taste was disgusting, but it gave him a sense of calm. 

He'd breathed out, casting a cloud of smoke above his head. He watched as the shape twisted and flowed above his head before disappearing. There was something strangely beautiful about it, in its own way. 

Much better......

For a moment he was able to draw his thoughts into a coherent line and it stung.

"I know I messed up.... But how could he..." 

Nightmare had never been one to shy from insults. He’d been spouting, what most would consider cruel words, daily. So much so that it was something that ran off Killer’s bones like water droplets.

But how did they end up like this?

Things had started off so good. They had so much going for them, everyone had said so. so...why?

If he'd been asked at the time, Killer would have said he liked being in a normal relationship for once.

There was something fulfilling about having something more stable in your life and Killer had to admit he enjoyed treating is boyfriend too romance. 

Giving him roses, buying him balloons and leaving flower petals in a path leading to the bed. All these little things easily flustered Nightmare and Killer loved to see the purple hue on his cheeks each time.

Studio Nightkiller story. Part one.

In a way a follow up to KillerNight(s) however you don't need to read KillerNight(s) to read this one.

Synopsis: Nightmare and Killer's relationship has been going round and round for years. With feelings becoming undeniable, will they fall together or, as always, fall apart? This is again before Ccino has entered their lives.

P1: Nightmare looks back on wanting something committed.

Warning, contains some mature themes.

He would have much rather blamed someone else.

It could have been a lot easier to do so.

Blaming Killer would be the easiest thing to do, surely....

But, as he stared at the recently slammed door, the pain twisted his soul in knots, still hammering from rage and aching from the cracks of heart break. There was no doubt in his mind that the cracks would be cemented with anger in time, yet for now he was taking in the damage.

Surely the only one to truly blame was him. Maybe not directly, but tracing the chaotic series of events back would always lead to him in the end.

How could he have been so stupid as to really believe things could have been different this time. It was near impossible to control an feral cat, especially one of carnal nature. In the end they might give you brief attention, but it always ended with your body pieced in claw marks. 

He'd always hated cats.

"....."

He'd always hated that playboy. He should have listened to his gut long ago, cut it off from that first kiss, but now years later he was here.

Nightmare felt like a cliché in a romantic drama. The protagonist who goes after the guy that everyone knows will break their heart. The one that even he knows is bad news. But despite all the warning signs and all of the facts pointing to this ending, he’d become the one that you yell at through the screen. The one you role your eyes at as they convince themselves that they can ‘change’ him. The one he’d always mocked in the past..

The pull of the siren is way to much and Nightmare had finally let himself drown.

Killer had been an irritating obstacle at first. Someone he’d simply put up with. Just a challenge of his job. But somehow, the manipulator had tempted him with sweet words and promises of a good time. The subtle movements of his tounge, the gentle strokes of his hands, the soft tone of his praises and the heat of his kisses had drawn Nightmare to his bed.

One night never hurt.

Perhaps not, but after one had turned into hundreds, the emotional strain was painful. Nearly anyone could have seen this car crash of a relationship coming in slow motion. 

Other then them it seemed.