mwestbelle

Mikey lifts one hand--fingertips stained and dripping blood--to take the knife from between his teeth. The other hand he rubs across Gerard's belly, smearing the blood and rubbing it in little spiral patterns, but the letters are still stark, violently clear. His voice is raspy, heavy with lust when he speaks, looking at Gerard through lidded and smoldering eyes. "Mikey. So you'll never forget."