Fic: Hole In Your Head
Title: Hole In Your Head
Characters/Pairings: Critic/Ask That Guy
Word Count: 454
Warning: Sadist vampires, they missed you precious.
Prompt: Wish!Verse, Critic/atg.
Disclaimer: Ask That Guy and Critic belong to Mr. Walker, I'm sure he's okay with them borrowed for a bit.
Ask That Guy had been having a go through the motions kind of day. Get up, grab and play with a pretty blonde girl, leave her bleeding from every orifice with her neck snapped, lather rinse repeat.
He was setting the third one's hair on fire with a lighter he'd found, lock by lock and humming Moonlight Sonata nostalgically while she wailed, when familiar arms sidled around his waist.
“Hiiiiiii,” Puppy cooed in his ear.
Throwing the girl against the wall, hopefully leaving her in mass amounts of pain but not quite dead yet, he turned to face his twin. The last time he saw him must have about two months ago. He knew he'd been turned by the Chick for whatever reason (Chick had the broken ribs and he'd had the holy water burns to prove it), he just thought he was going to be holed up for being a freak a bit longer.
And looking at him, he could see that every scar, every hole, every bite was gone. In fact, in an over-sized white t-shirt and jeans, you'd think he was human and just got out of bed. The only signs that he was a vampire were the bare bloody feet he didn't care about, the talcum powder white skin and the smirk that only a creature of the night could pull off.
“What do you want?” Missed him? Course not.
Puppy was still remarkably touchy-feely, stroking Ask That Guy's robe and swaying a little like he was completely trashed. “Come upstairs with me?”
“I don't serve queens, darling.”
Oh fuck, puppy eyes. Possibly literally this time around given the name. “Please?”
He groaned and let his both alive and undead brother gleefully take him by the hand. When they got to the room, the door wasn't even closed before Puppy threw him on the bed and climbed on his stomach.
“You reek,” he said, saying it matter-of-factly even though he was grinning.
“Oh?”
The vamp on top of him nodded happily, still not having learned the concept of personal space. “Like a whore.”
“Right.” Enough of this. He was still stronger, so he kicked Puppy off him and swapped their positions. Even though he didn't need to breathe, there was still a sharply delighted intake of air. “I think someone needs their place taught again.”
He couldn't help but be suddenly hit with fond memories of the past. “Me about to fuck you senseless on a bed. Feels like old times, no?”
Puppy cackled, loud and genuine like he used to do when he thought someone was hilarious, and nipped at his ear. “I honestly can't even remember.”