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This is so nice. He sat in the unfamiliar living room with a vinyl playing in the background. He was sitting on a white expensive chair. Though he was staining it red at the moment. The floor was hardwood with a beautiful carpet in the middle of the room. The coffee table on it pulled the room together. There were sparks of red doting across the room.
The thing that would catch the average eye was the limp body draping over the coffee table. The blood was dripping onto the carpet and seeping into the wood on the floor. He was humming to the tune of the classical music coming from the vinyl player. The music had a scratchy background and the instruments blurred together a bit. This was pure bliss. He hadn't been this relaxed in months.
He wasn't very good at letting go, but right now he was almost in a trance. He was in awe at how perfect this moment was. First of all, the murder was splendid. He picked the lock and cut his neck from behind. Clean and precise. Then he put his hand over the wound to stop the bleeding. He fought back, but Ivan knew better than to do this to someone stronger than him.
He slowly let the blood spill out of his hand. The blood ran out of the gentleman's neck landing on the ground. His face drained of color, he was as white as a sheet of paper. It was thrilling to feel the blood run down his hand. His face was a wonderful shade of white. Most would be surprised to find out that it was actually his favorite color. It was a weird stereotype that serial killers like colors like red and blue. Just because he likes killing doesn’t mean he likes the color red. That's just a stupid assumption. And just because he kills doesn't mean he’s a psycho.
It had been a few hours. His skin was starting to itch from the dried blood. He needed to clean up, go home, and take a long shower. So he sets his cleaning routine into action. He learned a few things from all these years of killing. After he was sure that there was no trace of him or the body left. He went home. It was late and he had work tomorrow. He wished killing was a respectable job. Too bad it wasn't clean cut enough for his parents.
At least he had Till to look forward to. He was the only interesting thing that was in that office. He always had dark circles under his eyes and he drank coffee like water. He was constantly doing overtime. Probably out of necessity because of the sucky wages they got paid. The raven didn’t have to worry about money due to his parents owning some big conglomerate.
Maybe he should slip some cash into Tills' apartment. Then he might be able to see what he looks like without dark circles. He doubts it though. Those things are probably permanent at this point. It wouldn't hurt to do it though. He walks out of the house he had just finished cleaning. The walk to his house is long, but he can’t risk bringing a car to the crime scene.
Once he gets home he's a little sweaty. It feels disgusting and he needs to shower right now or else he is going to have a breakdown. He goes into the shower. The water turns red as he scrubs the blood off. After he is ready to crash into bed. When his phone lights up. He groans, glancing at his screen. His face lights up. The name on the phone flashed ‘Till <3’.
He giggled like a school girl as he ran to his phone. He opened his phone.
Till <3: Did you finish those flies I sent you
Ivan.: Yeah.
Till <3: Good see you monday
Ivan: See you.
He felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Till had texted him. No prompting he texted just because he wanted to. Well maybe it was because he was worried about the work, but nonetheless he texted him when he didn't have to. This was basically a rom-com at this point. He closed his eyes, drifting off with a smile on his face. That night he dreamt that Till was in his bed cuddling him. If only it was real.
He rolled out of bed, brushed his teeth, got dressed, and poured himself some cereal. Even after sleep the dark circles were still prominent. His hair was a disaster no matter how much he combed it. He swore it had a mind of its own. After finishing his bowel he grabbed his keys and drove to work. When he got there he saw Ivan at the entrance as usual. He always made sure to time it perfectly. Seeing Ivan was one of the only good parts of his day.
“Hey Ivan, wait up!” He waved to him running to catch up. Slightly out of breath he stood by the raven's side.
“Oh Till, how are you?” He looked at him with a polite smile.
“I-im good and you?” He was blushing slightly.
“Amazing, it is truly good weather isn't it?” He kept the smile it almost looked painted on.
“Yup just peachy isn't it.” He wished they could talk about something less mundane than the weather, but beggars can't be choosers.
They walked side by side. They stood at the elevator door waiting in silence. The elevator came and it was packed. He was absolutely freaking out with how close they were. He could smell his cologne and when he looked up he was met with his deep black hole eyes. He was captivated by them staring for a little too long then necessary.
“You good?” He raised his eyebrow.
“Um.. yeah, of course.” He looked away quickly feeling a little flustered. Once the elevator reached their floor Till ran out of the metal box as fast as he could. He got to his desk out of breath and sweaty. He plopped down next to Sua.
“Woah, you look like you just ran a mile.” She spoke in a voice that told him that she did not care, but he needed to talk to someone about this.
“I was just in the cramped elevator with Ivan. Then he got all close and I couldn't take it so I ran.” She side eyed him, clearly unimpressed.
“Why do you even like that guy? He's a creep.” Not this again.
“Come on I know you don't like him, but he is the farthest thing from a creep.” She let out a long exasperated sigh.
“When are you going to realize that he gives major serial killer vibes?” He looked at her deadpan.
“Never, because he does not. He is just a handsome put together guy who doesn't like talking, has a hard time making meaningful connections, laughs like he rehearses everyday, and lives in a single bedroom apartment. All of these aren't the flaws you think they are. He just needs me in his life and I can fix everything so you'll stop worrying." He was smiling softly while the short haired girl had a look of disgust.
“Maybe you two creeps are meant for each other.” His dreamy expression dropped.
“Says you. You're basically stalking that HR girl.” Her face flushed red. She jumped up and covered his mouth. After frantically looking around to see if anyone heard she turned back to him.
“Say that again and Ivan wouldn't be the only person with blood on his hands in this department.” Her glare was ice cold.
“Woah scary! Chill, I won't let Mizi know you have her address and house keys.” She shot him another glare. He put up his hands in mock surrender. They both turned to their computers to get back to work. Meanwhile Ivan just heard something very interesting on his way to get coffee.
He slid across the tile in front of the HR office trying to stop his sprint. Then he lost his balance falling to his ass. Mizi poked her head out because of the commotion.
“Ivan, what are you doing here!?” He stood up rubbing his but from the fall.
“I'm here to deliver you a great prophecy.” He said it with almost no emotion making it seem sarcastic. He pushed past Mizi walking into her office sitting down in her chair and kicking his feet onto her desk.
“Ok, I know it was a stupid question, but you were here last friday to yap about Till I thought I had at least one more day.” Realizing that she misunderstood Ivan started to laugh his ass off.
“You really think I'm so whipped that I can't even talk to you with the pretense of Till?” He was wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. Her eyes widened.
“You’re not here to talk about him?” He rolled his eyes.
“No, I'm here to talk about your little… thing.” He hesitated on the last part. Her eyes darkened.
“What about her? Did something happen!? Is she alright?!” She was panicking, coming up with all the
worst case scenarios.
“Calm down, she's fine. Better than fine.” He looked at her from under his eyelashes. “She's in love.” Her heart stopped beating. Then Ivan's loud laughter broke the silence. “Im sorry I didn't think that would work.” She ran over to him, slapping his arm.
“You scared me so bad, now tell me what you're really here for.” He took a minute to stop laughing.
“Oh I didn't lie she is in love, she's just in love with you.” She nearly fainted.
“Oh My God. You're lying! Yes! Yes! Lets gooooo!” She ran around the room like a mad man. Sounding like a football dude after his team won. “All my hard work paid off.” She was on her knees looking to God, thanking him.
“Yeah, yeah, the thing is that she's stalking you.” Her face stretched into a wide grin.
“You really mean that?” She looked like a kid on Christmas.
“She has your house keys.” Her smile faded looking to the ground. Then she looked up.
“Great! Then I don't have to give her them. Now that that's out of the way we can move in together soon!” He smiled at her and reached out patting her head.
“Go get em tiger.” With that he walked away. Leaving her vibrating with happiness. He calmly walked down the hall with a soft smile on his face. Either she's going to stop killing everyone Sua talks to or she's going to start killing everyone who she looks at. Only time will tell.
Sadly his love life was bleak as ever. Not like he could really love anyone but Till, and we all know that's never happening. Well what are you going to do? He was humming the classical tune he heard on his last de-stress night. Thinking about it now, he did have to start planning his next one soon. Maybe Friday. No, that's the night of the work dinner. Saturday will have to do.
The rest of the week went by fast. It was tedious and full of routine tasks he had become accustomed to. Every day after work he would have to meticulously plan his next hit. It was basically a second job. After hours of research, driving around, and some carefully placed stalking, he was ready. Now all he had to do was go to the company dinner then the next day he would get to have lots of fun. He had tried to ditch the dinner, but the big boss was coming and he has a thing for him. Needless to say he was not excited for the amount of forced drinks he was almost certain he was going to take. Anything for a paycheck right?
When he entered the restaurant the boss waved him over. He patted the seat next to him, but Ivan saw a more rewarding position so he went around the table and sat across from the gross fat boss. While it was already a win to not have to brush thighs with that thing he also got to sit next to Till. He figured if the boss complained then he could just say he didn't want Till to end up being left out of conversation.
“Hey, how are you doing boss man?” He spoke in a sickly sweet voice.
“Great, how are you doing Ivan?” The man was casually leaning back in his chair. He had a dark glint to his eyes as he stared at a place that was clearly not his eyes. When getting ready for this he just slipped on a shirt without thinking. Now he was realizing that this was his tight compression shirt that he wore to bars when he wanted to get the attention of someone, especially a lonely person who wouldn't be missed too much.
Amazing, now his boss is thinking about fucking his tits or some other weird shit. God why cant Till look at me like that instead of this ugly fat dude.
“Its nice to see you in more casual clothes for a change.” He had a gross smirk on his face. He flashed a tight smile.
“Yeah it's kind of weird to not see everyone in office wear.” He tried to steer the conversation in a way that didn't objectify his body. “Why do you still have a suit on?”
“I didn't know what to wear so I just put on what I always do.” Now that he was thinking about it, what was Till wearing? He let his eyes drift to the man beside him. He swore he almost let some drool slip down his chin. He had tight black jeans paired with a leather jacket and what he presumed to be a wife beater under.
“Is something wrong?” He realized he had been staring for far too long.
“N-nothing, just spaced out.” He looked away trying to hide his blush.
“Here, have a drink.” The old man passed him a cup full of what he could only assume was beer. He grabbed the drink and took a sip.
“Thank you.” He was dying on the inside. This is the most disgusting thing he’s ever consumed. He would have much rather have had the fruity drinks he usually orders. He knew that it would be bad, never could have imagined it would be this bad though. As the night went on he kept giving him drinks and if Ivan was anything it was polite, so he just drank them all. By the end of the night he was wasted. Swaying slightly he pitched sideways. He landed on none other than Till's shoulder.
Freezing from the sudden contact before softening. “I think it's time for him to go home.” He sent a sharp look at the man.
“I can take him.” This guy really thought he would just let him take Ivan home after filling him up non-stop drinks. While he was plotting on how to get him home safely Mizi came over. She was holding up a tipsy Sua.
“Till can you please take Ivan home. I was his ride, but I have my hands full at the moment.” Thank the lord for Sua and her schemes to get into her house. “Thanks so much, I'll text you his address and code ok?”
He tried to keep his shit eating grin under control as he looked at the boss. He shrugged. “I guess that settles that.” He left the boss who looked like he was going to burn holes into someone with his eyes. He called an uber and shoved the drunk man into the backseat before crawling in with him.
He sat next to him bringing out his phone to see the address she texted him. After telling the driver he
turned to look at the man next to him. He had fallen asleep and was starting to tilt his head into the window. He reached over and pulled him onto his shoulder. His face was warm and once he made contact he rubbed his face into his shoulder. Just as he was thinking about how perfect this moment was, Ivan moved his head onto his lap.
Frozen from the unexpected movement he just stared. He couldn't help, but compare him to a cat. He brought his hand to pat his head and if he didn't know any better he would have thought he just heard him purr. Reluctantly he pulled his hand from his head and took off his jacket to place on Ivan. After wrapping it around his shoulders he placed his hand right back to its rightful spot in his soft hair. He continued to play with his hair as the dive went on. Letting his eyes drift away from his face he gazed out the window thinking about how he was going to steal his toothbrush without him finding out.
The car came to a stop and he woke up Ivan. He lifted his head groggly from his lap. With some moaning and groaning he eventually got out of the warm car. Leaning on the shorter he stumbled into the building. Next thing he knows he’s in his bed drifting off to sleep and he watches Till take off his tight compression shirt.
“Come on man you can’t sleep in this shit.” His eyebrows were furrowed with concentration as he attempted to get Ivan to cooperate with him.
“Work with me here.” Just then he finally got the shirt off. He looked the dazed man in the eyes.
“Are you going to put up a fuss if I try and get your jeans off or are you going to be a good boy?” He woke up a bit from that.
“What did you just call me?” He was clearly very confused, if he forgot this in the mourning it would not be a surprise.
“Nothing, just answer the question.” His voice had a commanding tone to it. With a fairly certain assumption that Ivan thought this was a dream. He didn't bother with nerves. On the other hand the raven was pretty clocked out and the cloudy feeling had just got a bit of fizz to it due to the others words. So he simply nodded his head and muttered a ‘please’.
“Oh are you resorting to begging now?” He put on a sly smile as he went to kiss his forehead. He could not resist the temptation of his flushed face. His hands wandered down to unbutton his pants. “Hey, are you still with us?” He lightly squeezed his cheek, to no response except a light groan. He was absolutely dying of cuteness overload. He wished he could just take him here, but their relationship had to be carefully curated otherwise he might not catch his prey.
He slipped the pants off and took a long hard look at his beautiful thighs and his lean muscle on his stomach. He wonders why an office worker who sits all day has such defined abs. Now that he's thinking about it, why are his thighs so thick? He grabbed his thigh and squeezed. What the hell? He thought he knew everything about him! You don't just get thighs like this from genetics. This comes from hours in the gym, years of hard work.
As far as he could tell Ivan did not go to the gym. Well he did go, but only once a week for a maximum of an hour if that! This was seriously bothering him. Had he not watched him carefully enough? Did he have to put recording devices into his house, seriously? Why can’t he just stay put and be a good boy?! No, he needs to calm down. He is sure it can be explained simply and logically. He's definitely not hiding something from him.
After a couple more minutes of thinking he got up and walked to the bathroom. Not before he made sure Ivan was sleeping though. He had not found a way to take the toothbrush without suspicion so he resigned to just licking it. He did however think he could get away with stealing a pair of underwear, used of course. So he went on a search to find the laundry basket. While he did that he took a good look at the place. He had actually never been in here before. Despite his best attempts Ivan was far more meticulous than Mizi. He was honestly jealous of Sua to have such an easy target.
It was a little weird honestly how good he was at keeping others at bay. Sua wasn't completely off with the whole serial killer vibe. She didn't need to know that. Plus if he was a serial killer the one person who would know was him. So no he was not a killer he was just a bit strange, but that's fine because he can handle it.
He finally found the basket and he headed home only after he kissed Ivan on the cheek. His house was colder than Ivan's, but it was a bit bigger. Although it was a lot messier making it seem smaller than it was. Good thing they didn't have work tomorrow because he was going to stay up all night doing less than holy things with the underwear he had just copped.
In the morning he woke up with a massive hangover and a pounding headache. He was very confused as to how he got home, much less how he got his clothes off. He just hoped that the absence of a person beside him meant he didn't sleep with anyone. This really threw a wrench in his plans for today. Even so he’s sure he can get it back on track in time for the kill though. First he needed to get ready for the day before he could even begin to track his new ‘friend’.
Later that day while he was watching the live feed of the women who had just gotten off her shift. She was laying on her couch snacking on some chips while watching tv. He just needed to wait one more hour and he could head over. For now he will just watch to make sure everything is going to plan.
He ended up leaving a little earlier than planned because he was getting too impatient. Can you really blame him? He had a horrible week, he deserved this treat. He leisurely strolled down the sidewalk. He only had to walk about a mile before he finally arrived. He checked the camera once more before all but
skipping to the backdoor.
He carefully opened the door making sure not to make a sound. He snuck into the living room and crouched behind the couch. He couldn't help but feel a sense of uncontainable joy and relief as to how well this was going. Today he planned to take his time. He peaked his head over and jumped on her. She tried to scream, but he was quick and he shoved the chloroform drenched cloth in her mouth. She struggled for a bit before she went limp.
He got up and stared down at her. He picked her up and carried her over to the kitchen chair. Fastening her to the chair with a rope that he spent far too much on. He just wanted to make sure it was quality so it could be used multiple times. He even made extra sure he got one that can get wet so he could wash it. The job does get a little messy after all.
He took a stroll around the house. Even though this wasn't his first time there it couldn't hurt to look around again. He walked into her bedroom and waved to the camera he put in there. He’ll have to take it before he leaves. Just then he snapped his head to look towards the window. That's weird he could have sworn he saw movement. Must be a tree or something.
The woman started to scream, obviously it was muffled by the cloth in her mouth so he wasn't worried. He entered the kitchen and gave his biggest smile. It didn't seem to calm her though. He approached her and she started to scream louder.
“Shh no one can hear you with that cloth in your mouth. All it serves is to annoy me.” He crouched down and whispered into her ear. “Do you want to annoy me?” He shifted and grabbed a syringe and wrapped her arm with a rubber band.
“I used to study medicine.” He plunged the needle into her arm fear coursing through her. “Did you know that you can still live if you lose 30% of your blood? Yeah, it's really interesting isn't it?” He pulled back the plunger of the syringe and blood started to flow down a clear tube into a jar on the ground. ( she is 5’5” and 163 pounds ) “For your body weight I could take about 5 cups.” The girl whimpered. He crouched down so he could look her straight into the eye.
“If your heart starts to beat super fast don't worry you're not falling in love with me your heart is just having a hard time with the loss of blood.” He stood up and dragged a chair over to sit across from her. “This might take a while and I'm a little tired from last night.”
Till had gotten home pretty late. After finally leaving Ivan's house he still had to find a way home himself. Luckily he lived within walking distance. Then when he got home he still had the under garment and he couldn't resist the temptation. In the morning he only regretted it slightly because now he is late for the lunch plans he had with Sua.
Creepy stalker : Hey where the hell are you?
Weirdo:( : I overslept im literally running over there rn
Creepy stalker : I am almost 100% sure you are in your apartment not even ready yet
Weirdo:( : …. Maybe
It's not like it's his fault for oversleeping, it's Ivan's unmatched beauty. If he wasn't so pretty he would have been able to ignore the underwear no problem.
Creepy stalker : Get your ass over here NOW
Weirdo:( : fine fine im actually leaving
When he walked in he saw Sua and started to walk over when he saw someone sitting next to her. It was none other than her very own Mizi. Now that's not something he was expecting at all.
“Oh hi Sua and …. Mizi.” He shot a look at her saying what the hell happened.
“Hi! Sorry if this is unexpected I just tagged along with her because we were already together. Is that okay with you?” Not like he had much of a choice at this point.
“No, not at all.” He slowly took a seat in front of them. “May I ask why you were together?”
“I took her home last night. She was far too drunk to go on her own.” Sua nodded with a slight blush on her cheeks.
“Oh my god you guys slept together.” His eyes were wide in realization.
“Ok you don't have to be so upfront about it, but yes and we're happily in a relationship now.” Mizi pulled up their intertwined hands from below the table.
“To be fair you probably got it on with Ivan.” Sua muttered it, but he heard every word.
“No, in fact I did not. He was all but asleep by the time he got into his house.”
“Didnt think something like that would stop you.” He pretended to be offended.
“I will have you know that the worst thing I did last night was take a look around his house.”
“Uh huh you sure you didn't cop a pair of socks, maybe even some underwear?”
“S-shut up.” He turned a shade of red. “Im getting out of here. You lovebirds have fun.” He scurried out of the cafe.
Later that day he was staking out Ivan's house. He knew that you don't just get a body like that from casual gym going. He was prepared to wait there for as long as needed. Luckily he only had to wait till nightfall. His mind was racing as to what he could possibly be doing this late at night. He followed him all the way until some house he didn't recognize.
Honestly he was pissed that he had a secret that he didn't know about especially if it was a romantic related one. So he tried his best not to storm in the house and see what was going on. He was sneaking around the house trying to find a spot where he could see what was going on when he heard a muffled scream. At first he was a little scared, but once he identified it as female he relaxed.
Finally he saw some movement. The house was dark with minimal lights on, so all he saw was a figure. A figure that looked very familiar. He ducked down so as to not be caught. He snuck around the house and was met with a very interesting scene. A girl he had never seen before was tied to a chair and Ivan was standing in front of her. The best part is that this didn't seem like some kinky roleplay; this seemed like an actual life or death scenario. If it came down to it he would rather have him a serial killer than in a relationship with some wrench.
With some peace of mind he concluded that the reason he was so built was due to the physical demands of his hobby. So he stepped away from the house and walked back to Ivan's house.
He finished cleaning up the bloody mess he made. He stayed up way later than he bargained for because he got caught up in the moment. He picked up a syringe he must have missed and shoved it in his bag. He stepped outside and the cool breeze of the night chilled his sweat streaked skin. He let out a noise of relief. He walked back to his house with a slight smile on his face. The day was successful and now he can go home, sleep in, and see Till on Monday. Only when he got home his door was unlocked. He knows something is wrong. He opens the door and boom there's Till. They both stared at each other. Ivan finally spoke
“What are you doing here?” His voice was startled and confused.
He stood up from the chair he was sitting on and walked towards the door. Shutting it with a soft click. “Um well… I know what you just did.” Ivan's eyes widened with shock.
“H-how?” said Ivan.
“I was kind of stalking you.” Till blushed as he spoke.
Ivan froze. Replaying the words trying to make sense of it. “Do you like me?”
“Yeah, I do.” said Till
“You’re not lying right?” His eyes bore into Tills searching for some sign.
“Of course not!” He shot back. “I would never play with you like that!” Indignation burning in him.
The raven smiled. “I like you too Till” He pulled the shorter into his arms in a tight hug.