Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing
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shadowhiveWolf In Sheep’s Clothing
Pairing: Maxx Danziger/Mikey Way
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Kinktober 31: free space, werewolves
Warnings: Werewolves, knotting, death, blood
Notes: If you’ve seen Trick R Treat then you know what’ll happen, if not, enjoy! (And if you haven’t you really should because it’s a awesome Halloween film!) This is due tocarrythefire who asked me to look at their prompt list and one was werewolves, which made me think of Trick R Treat (cause I’d not seen anything with werewolves in awhile) and then the idea formed later and I had to run with it. Title is from a Set It Off song
Maxx shivered slightly in the cool night air as he walked along the darkened road towards the party his friends had sorted for the night. He understood the reasoning for having it out in a field outside of town, they could be as loud as they wanted without having to worry about anyone complaining, but it was still annoying.
It made him wish he could drive.
Or that he’d been able to pick up a date.
His friends were all much more confident then he was, blessed with natural charisma and people skills. They’d all got dates without even trying, like it was the easiest thing in the world. Maxx on the other hand was more shy and not only that but he was cursed with anxiety. As such finding a date for the night hadn’t been a prospect he’d looked forward too, especially since his friends had gone to set everything up.
A few times he’d thought he’d seen guys looking at him and had been about to approaching them but every time it turned out they were already with someone, often before he’d even got close enough for them to talk. That made things worse and he’d been close to giving up.
Then Cody had called to check on him and told him that one of their dates had bought a friend. So Maxx had decided to just call it a night and see what they looked like. It was 80% sure that the guy would turn out to be hideous or annoying, but…. Well, what choice did he have?
And then there was the outfit that he’d been wearing for the night, a red riding hood costume. He felt a bit ridiculous in it, not least because of the bright red of the cloak that hung off his shoulders. It even came with a basket, which was at least useful for holding some supplies.
Maxx couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched though. Yeah he knew that there was likely an owl or fox or some other nocturnal creature in the trees and undergrowth, but this felt different.
Like someone was watching.
He turned around, surveying the path behind him, but there was no one there.
Maybe it was just his imagination, his mind playing tricks on him. After all he was walking alone in the middle of the night, that was more than enough to scare anyone. He shook his head slightly, returning his focus on the path ahead. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too long before he could arrived at the party.
Maxx kept walking but he couldn’t shake that feeling.
He heard a twig snap and, although it was likely to be just an animal, he still spun around. But it wasn’t an animal.
He gasped at the sight of a man, a few paces behind him and he wondered where he’d come from. Maybe he’d come from among the trees, but why? He was slim and wore a black cloak, the rest of his clothing looking similarly dark. He wore a dark mask that covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes, mouth and chin exposed. He looked vaguely familiar and Maxx wondered if he’d seen him in town, where the festival was going on. “Oh hi, are you going to the party too?” He asked, hoping that he sounded more hopeful than he felt.
The man nodded, his lips curving into a smile.
Huh. Well, he guessed he wasn’t the only late comer, which was a bit of a relief. “So what’s your outfit? Mine’s red riding hood.” Maxx gestured at his outfit, even though the bright red cloak made it more obvious.
The man smiled again, showing his teeth and two of them were sharp fangs. “Ah a vampire huh? That’s pretty cool.” He paused then decided he should probably introduce himself. “I’m Maxx, what’s your name?”
“Mikey.” He replied, his voice soft, like a whisper in the wind.
Maxx nodded as he committed it to memory and turned, resuming his path towards the party. “I don’t think we’re terribly far so we should be there soon.” He felt Mikey’s hand on his cloak, gripping tight and bringing him back around to face him again. “Hey!”
Mikey was grinning wolfishly at him, in a way that made Maxx shiver before he lunged for him. Maxx quickly responded, hitting his arm with the basket before turning back and starting to run. Behind him Mikey let out a laugh and he heard him start to chase him.
He didn’t get far before Mikey got ahold of the cloak, yanking hard enough to knock Maxx off balance. He almost fell but managed, barely, to keep his footing. He quickly decided the cloak was a liability, so he pushed it off his shoulders, letting it fall away before continuing to run.
Behind him he heard Mikey growl in frustration, before resuming his pursuit.
Just who was this guy? Had he really got an invite to the party or had he just followed him from town? And those fangs… Maxx tried not to think about them, trying to focus instead on going forward. Fuck, what if this wasn’t the right way? What if he was just getting himself lost out here?
The stray thought was enough for him to lose focus and he tripped up on something, falling towards the floor. He quickly swung the basket forward and it served to break his fall. He took a breath, the got back up to his feet, feeling slightly shaken by it all. The stumble had been enough for Mikey to catch up with him and he was the there, smirking down at him. Maxx wanted to swing the basket at him again, but his arm ached from the sudden fall so he decided against it, instead bringing it up protectively against his chest.
Mikey smiled at him, his fangs showing again. He lunged for him and Maxx knew that if he didn’t stop him then they would sink into his neck and drain him of his blood.
Ah well, it was fun while it lasted.
Maxx bought his legs up, kicking him with enough force to send him flying to the floor a few feet away. His attacker looked up at him, eyes wide in clear shock and Maxx just smiled, reaching into his basket as he approached him. “My my, what big eyes you have.” Maxx grinned and kicked him again, hard enough to knock the man unconscious and then he got to work.
***
The party wasn’t too far from where he’d knocked out his attacker, though he wasn’t sure how much longer it took him to get there. There was a bonfire going in the middle of the field, illuminating the space with its bright, flicking light. Heavy music was filling he air, though he couldn’t see where it was coming from. As soon as he arrived Cody rushed over to him, followed by Zach and Alex, who were still in their outfits. “Maxx are you alright?” He was clearly in some sort of state and wondered how he looked, looking down at himself. His outfit was scuffed, with patches of dirt and some snags in the fabric.
“Yeah, I’m ok. I just ran into some trouble on the way.” Cody raised an eyebrow, clearly concerned and Maxx smiled, dropping his basket to the floor and pulling into view the man he’d been dragging behind him.
Lengths of rope from the basket was wrapped around his chest and ankles, securing his arms and legs together. His outfit was scuffed from where he’d been dragging him and his eyes were wide. He’d woke not to long ago and started to struggle, not that he could move no matter how hard he tried. “What’s going on? Who are you people?” He looked at the others, as if he expected them to help him.
They wouldn’t.
“I’m glad you’re ok.” Cody smiled and reached over, touching Maxx’s shoulder. “I told you you could find someone.”
Maxx gave him a look at that, rolling his eyes. He’d have to explain to him later that he wasn’t exactly someone he’d chosen, but he was sure Mikey’s state was testament to that.
“Hey this guy has fangs.” Zach was looking down at him with interest and Mikey was giving him a pleading look. His mask had come loose during the journey revealing a face that looked handsome, if a little angular. “Do you think he’s…”
“Huh.” Alex knelt down beside Mikey and he reached for his mouth, holding it open with two fingers of his left hand as bought his right hand up, tapping his finger against the teeth. He hooked his fingers under them, then slipped the fangs out of his mouth. “Nah, they’re fake. Good quality from the looks of it, but fake.” He held them up and in the light Maxx could see that there were stains on the teeth, red stains.
So Maxx wasn’t his first target tonight. He guessed he should feel offended, but he didn’t.
“I figured as much.” Maxx smiled, dragging Mikey further into the field. “If he was a real vampire have put up more of a fight.”
“Yeah. Shall we get started then?” Maxx nodded and Cody smiled, walking away and starting to shed his clothes. Zach and Alex did the same, heading towards where their respective dates were laying on the floor. Some looked kind of out it, their clothing disheveled and Maxx wondered what he’d missed. Some of them looked bloody. Mikey had clearly noticed, as he looked left and right. Maxx turned his attention back to him and smiled.
“You should be honoured.” Maxx reached up, starting to undo the buttons of his top as he looked down at him. “You’re going to be my first.” Mikey just looked at him in confusion and Maxx smiled, slipping off his top and then reaching down, undoing his flies and pushing his pants down, his hips moving to the beat of the music.
Once he stood, naked, before his attacker he reached back and ran the sharp nail of his middle finger down his back. It slipped between the seam of ‘skin’ and he pulled it apart, sighing as he felt the fur of his back become exposed. Mikey’s eyes looked wider and Maxx grinned down at him, feeling his own fangs, real fangs, start to show. “My my, what big eyes you have.” He whispered softly down at him, then used his sharp nail to cut through the seems that held his ‘skin’ on his arms and legs, tossing them away and being careful not to send them into the fire. He couldn’t help the sigh that escaped his lips as his true form was revealed pond he heard the howls of his friends from around the fire as they were doing the same.
Mikey looked terrified, his eyes wide as he struggled uselessly against the ground. He supposed he couldn’t blame him, he’d probably never seen a werewolf before outside of films. Well, now he was going to get up close and personal.
He bought his hands up, which were now wicked claws and he grinned before slashing through his clothes. Mikey screamed, the sound joining the others that surrounded the bonfire and Maxx howled. It didn’t take long before his clothes and restraints were all torn to shreds, exposing him. He was slim, his pale body unblemished, lacking tattoos and scars. Well, apart from the fresh wounds Maxx had made when he tore his clothes off.
Maxx rolled him over and pulled his legs apart and he was sure that he heard something break when he did. Had it been a branch or one of the bones of his legs? It didn’t matter. Maxx’s paws landed on the cheeks of his ass, his claws digging it slightly as he prised them apart to expose his pucker, was twitching for his eager eyes. As he looked at the opening, he couldn’t help but wonder if this would be a first time for him too.
Ah well.
Maxx lined himself up with his opening, then thrust into him harshly.
Below him Mikey screamed.
Maxx growled as he filled him, his eyes lidding at the feeling. He was sure that he’d torn him open but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He bought one of his paws up, digging his claws into his cloak, ripping it harshly off him. He had a nice, long neck and he licked his lips before leaning down and sinking his teeth in. He tasted blood right away and heard Mikey cry out in pain.
He didn’t care.
He started to more, digging his claws harshly into his back, holding him down as his furry hips snapped against him. Mikey was struggling beneath him, his arms and legs flailing. Maxx responded by dragging his claws down his back through his skin, drawing fresh blood which stained his fur. He pulled away from his neck, licking the blood from his lips before biting again, this time at his nearest arm, his teeth tearing through his flesh harshly. He chewed and swallowed it down, the taste making him growl, his cock throbbing in the warm, tight heat of Mikey’s hole.
Maxx increased the pace of his hips, slamming into him roughly, each movement making him snarl in pleasure. If he hadn’t tore him before he was sure he had now, a thought that made him ache. He moved his paws over his body, sometimes digging his claws in, sometimes just feeling the expanse of skin. The fresh marks he’d made had meant his pale skin was smeared now with the red of his blood. He looked hot like this and he licked his lips again, before sinking his teeth into the other side of his neck, tearing into him where it met his shoulder.
In a way it was a shame that Mikey was so lean, as that meant he wouldn’t have much to devour once he was finished with him. Then again, maybe that was a good thing.
Mikey wasn’t making as much noise now, his voice probably worn out from the screaming. Instead he was whimpering and pleasing, his voice worn and broken. Maxx knew he was not just begging for him to stop fucking him but that he was also begging for his life. He wondered how many people had begging him to stop when those fancy fake fangs of his had sunk into their necks.
Maxx knew he was getting close now, he could feel his knot start to swell at the base of his cock. He took a breath through his nose, that sounded more like a snort, and he thrust into him hard and deep, filling him up. The knot swelled more now that it was inside him, licking the two of them together and Mikey thrashed more beneath him, though his movements were much weaker now. He bet he didn’t have much long left.
He dug his claws deeply into his sides and he howled loudly, his voice joining the chorus of his friends, his pack as he filled Mikey’s torn hole. The knot held them together as he pumped him full of his load, his eyes lidding in pleasure as he enjoyed the sensation. He felt like it was so much, like it was coming out in a gush, like everything in his balls was leaving his body and it left him breathless and panting.
It took a long few minutes for his knot to start to deflate at which point he heard him sobbing, his bloody body trembling beneath him. He smiled as he pulled out of him, rolling him over and admiring his body. His chest was covered in dirt and grass from the floor he’d been on and he looked like a mess. A sexy, beautiful mess. He could have down worse for a first time.
Maxx grinned at him one last time then leaned down, burying his sharp teeth in the middle of Mikey’s neck before pulling away harshly, blood spurting over his his face as he exposed his torn windpipe. Mikey’s eyes were wide and pleading, but he knew they wouldn’t be for much longer.
He licked his bloody lips then harshly sank his teeth into his chest.
Pairing: Maxx Danziger/Mikey Way
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Kinktober 31: free space, werewolves
Warnings: Werewolves, knotting, death, blood
Notes: If you’ve seen Trick R Treat then you know what’ll happen, if not, enjoy! (And if you haven’t you really should because it’s a awesome Halloween film!) This is due to
carrythefire who asked me to look at their prompt list and one was werewolves, which made me think of Trick R Treat (cause I’d not seen anything with werewolves in awhile) and then the idea formed later and I had to run with it. Title is from a Set It Off songMaxx shivered slightly in the cool night air as he walked along the darkened road towards the party his friends had sorted for the night. He understood the reasoning for having it out in a field outside of town, they could be as loud as they wanted without having to worry about anyone complaining, but it was still annoying.
It made him wish he could drive.
Or that he’d been able to pick up a date.
His friends were all much more confident then he was, blessed with natural charisma and people skills. They’d all got dates without even trying, like it was the easiest thing in the world. Maxx on the other hand was more shy and not only that but he was cursed with anxiety. As such finding a date for the night hadn’t been a prospect he’d looked forward too, especially since his friends had gone to set everything up.
A few times he’d thought he’d seen guys looking at him and had been about to approaching them but every time it turned out they were already with someone, often before he’d even got close enough for them to talk. That made things worse and he’d been close to giving up.
Then Cody had called to check on him and told him that one of their dates had bought a friend. So Maxx had decided to just call it a night and see what they looked like. It was 80% sure that the guy would turn out to be hideous or annoying, but…. Well, what choice did he have?
And then there was the outfit that he’d been wearing for the night, a red riding hood costume. He felt a bit ridiculous in it, not least because of the bright red of the cloak that hung off his shoulders. It even came with a basket, which was at least useful for holding some supplies.
Maxx couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched though. Yeah he knew that there was likely an owl or fox or some other nocturnal creature in the trees and undergrowth, but this felt different.
Like someone was watching.
He turned around, surveying the path behind him, but there was no one there.
Maybe it was just his imagination, his mind playing tricks on him. After all he was walking alone in the middle of the night, that was more than enough to scare anyone. He shook his head slightly, returning his focus on the path ahead. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too long before he could arrived at the party.
Maxx kept walking but he couldn’t shake that feeling.
He heard a twig snap and, although it was likely to be just an animal, he still spun around. But it wasn’t an animal.
He gasped at the sight of a man, a few paces behind him and he wondered where he’d come from. Maybe he’d come from among the trees, but why? He was slim and wore a black cloak, the rest of his clothing looking similarly dark. He wore a dark mask that covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes, mouth and chin exposed. He looked vaguely familiar and Maxx wondered if he’d seen him in town, where the festival was going on. “Oh hi, are you going to the party too?” He asked, hoping that he sounded more hopeful than he felt.
The man nodded, his lips curving into a smile.
Huh. Well, he guessed he wasn’t the only late comer, which was a bit of a relief. “So what’s your outfit? Mine’s red riding hood.” Maxx gestured at his outfit, even though the bright red cloak made it more obvious.
The man smiled again, showing his teeth and two of them were sharp fangs. “Ah a vampire huh? That’s pretty cool.” He paused then decided he should probably introduce himself. “I’m Maxx, what’s your name?”
“Mikey.” He replied, his voice soft, like a whisper in the wind.
Maxx nodded as he committed it to memory and turned, resuming his path towards the party. “I don’t think we’re terribly far so we should be there soon.” He felt Mikey’s hand on his cloak, gripping tight and bringing him back around to face him again. “Hey!”
Mikey was grinning wolfishly at him, in a way that made Maxx shiver before he lunged for him. Maxx quickly responded, hitting his arm with the basket before turning back and starting to run. Behind him Mikey let out a laugh and he heard him start to chase him.
He didn’t get far before Mikey got ahold of the cloak, yanking hard enough to knock Maxx off balance. He almost fell but managed, barely, to keep his footing. He quickly decided the cloak was a liability, so he pushed it off his shoulders, letting it fall away before continuing to run.
Behind him he heard Mikey growl in frustration, before resuming his pursuit.
Just who was this guy? Had he really got an invite to the party or had he just followed him from town? And those fangs… Maxx tried not to think about them, trying to focus instead on going forward. Fuck, what if this wasn’t the right way? What if he was just getting himself lost out here?
The stray thought was enough for him to lose focus and he tripped up on something, falling towards the floor. He quickly swung the basket forward and it served to break his fall. He took a breath, the got back up to his feet, feeling slightly shaken by it all. The stumble had been enough for Mikey to catch up with him and he was the there, smirking down at him. Maxx wanted to swing the basket at him again, but his arm ached from the sudden fall so he decided against it, instead bringing it up protectively against his chest.
Mikey smiled at him, his fangs showing again. He lunged for him and Maxx knew that if he didn’t stop him then they would sink into his neck and drain him of his blood.
Ah well, it was fun while it lasted.
Maxx bought his legs up, kicking him with enough force to send him flying to the floor a few feet away. His attacker looked up at him, eyes wide in clear shock and Maxx just smiled, reaching into his basket as he approached him. “My my, what big eyes you have.” Maxx grinned and kicked him again, hard enough to knock the man unconscious and then he got to work.
***
The party wasn’t too far from where he’d knocked out his attacker, though he wasn’t sure how much longer it took him to get there. There was a bonfire going in the middle of the field, illuminating the space with its bright, flicking light. Heavy music was filling he air, though he couldn’t see where it was coming from. As soon as he arrived Cody rushed over to him, followed by Zach and Alex, who were still in their outfits. “Maxx are you alright?” He was clearly in some sort of state and wondered how he looked, looking down at himself. His outfit was scuffed, with patches of dirt and some snags in the fabric.
“Yeah, I’m ok. I just ran into some trouble on the way.” Cody raised an eyebrow, clearly concerned and Maxx smiled, dropping his basket to the floor and pulling into view the man he’d been dragging behind him.
Lengths of rope from the basket was wrapped around his chest and ankles, securing his arms and legs together. His outfit was scuffed from where he’d been dragging him and his eyes were wide. He’d woke not to long ago and started to struggle, not that he could move no matter how hard he tried. “What’s going on? Who are you people?” He looked at the others, as if he expected them to help him.
They wouldn’t.
“I’m glad you’re ok.” Cody smiled and reached over, touching Maxx’s shoulder. “I told you you could find someone.”
Maxx gave him a look at that, rolling his eyes. He’d have to explain to him later that he wasn’t exactly someone he’d chosen, but he was sure Mikey’s state was testament to that.
“Hey this guy has fangs.” Zach was looking down at him with interest and Mikey was giving him a pleading look. His mask had come loose during the journey revealing a face that looked handsome, if a little angular. “Do you think he’s…”
“Huh.” Alex knelt down beside Mikey and he reached for his mouth, holding it open with two fingers of his left hand as bought his right hand up, tapping his finger against the teeth. He hooked his fingers under them, then slipped the fangs out of his mouth. “Nah, they’re fake. Good quality from the looks of it, but fake.” He held them up and in the light Maxx could see that there were stains on the teeth, red stains.
So Maxx wasn’t his first target tonight. He guessed he should feel offended, but he didn’t.
“I figured as much.” Maxx smiled, dragging Mikey further into the field. “If he was a real vampire have put up more of a fight.”
“Yeah. Shall we get started then?” Maxx nodded and Cody smiled, walking away and starting to shed his clothes. Zach and Alex did the same, heading towards where their respective dates were laying on the floor. Some looked kind of out it, their clothing disheveled and Maxx wondered what he’d missed. Some of them looked bloody. Mikey had clearly noticed, as he looked left and right. Maxx turned his attention back to him and smiled.
“You should be honoured.” Maxx reached up, starting to undo the buttons of his top as he looked down at him. “You’re going to be my first.” Mikey just looked at him in confusion and Maxx smiled, slipping off his top and then reaching down, undoing his flies and pushing his pants down, his hips moving to the beat of the music.
Once he stood, naked, before his attacker he reached back and ran the sharp nail of his middle finger down his back. It slipped between the seam of ‘skin’ and he pulled it apart, sighing as he felt the fur of his back become exposed. Mikey’s eyes looked wider and Maxx grinned down at him, feeling his own fangs, real fangs, start to show. “My my, what big eyes you have.” He whispered softly down at him, then used his sharp nail to cut through the seems that held his ‘skin’ on his arms and legs, tossing them away and being careful not to send them into the fire. He couldn’t help the sigh that escaped his lips as his true form was revealed pond he heard the howls of his friends from around the fire as they were doing the same.
Mikey looked terrified, his eyes wide as he struggled uselessly against the ground. He supposed he couldn’t blame him, he’d probably never seen a werewolf before outside of films. Well, now he was going to get up close and personal.
He bought his hands up, which were now wicked claws and he grinned before slashing through his clothes. Mikey screamed, the sound joining the others that surrounded the bonfire and Maxx howled. It didn’t take long before his clothes and restraints were all torn to shreds, exposing him. He was slim, his pale body unblemished, lacking tattoos and scars. Well, apart from the fresh wounds Maxx had made when he tore his clothes off.
Maxx rolled him over and pulled his legs apart and he was sure that he heard something break when he did. Had it been a branch or one of the bones of his legs? It didn’t matter. Maxx’s paws landed on the cheeks of his ass, his claws digging it slightly as he prised them apart to expose his pucker, was twitching for his eager eyes. As he looked at the opening, he couldn’t help but wonder if this would be a first time for him too.
Ah well.
Maxx lined himself up with his opening, then thrust into him harshly.
Below him Mikey screamed.
Maxx growled as he filled him, his eyes lidding at the feeling. He was sure that he’d torn him open but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He bought one of his paws up, digging his claws into his cloak, ripping it harshly off him. He had a nice, long neck and he licked his lips before leaning down and sinking his teeth in. He tasted blood right away and heard Mikey cry out in pain.
He didn’t care.
He started to more, digging his claws harshly into his back, holding him down as his furry hips snapped against him. Mikey was struggling beneath him, his arms and legs flailing. Maxx responded by dragging his claws down his back through his skin, drawing fresh blood which stained his fur. He pulled away from his neck, licking the blood from his lips before biting again, this time at his nearest arm, his teeth tearing through his flesh harshly. He chewed and swallowed it down, the taste making him growl, his cock throbbing in the warm, tight heat of Mikey’s hole.
Maxx increased the pace of his hips, slamming into him roughly, each movement making him snarl in pleasure. If he hadn’t tore him before he was sure he had now, a thought that made him ache. He moved his paws over his body, sometimes digging his claws in, sometimes just feeling the expanse of skin. The fresh marks he’d made had meant his pale skin was smeared now with the red of his blood. He looked hot like this and he licked his lips again, before sinking his teeth into the other side of his neck, tearing into him where it met his shoulder.
In a way it was a shame that Mikey was so lean, as that meant he wouldn’t have much to devour once he was finished with him. Then again, maybe that was a good thing.
Mikey wasn’t making as much noise now, his voice probably worn out from the screaming. Instead he was whimpering and pleasing, his voice worn and broken. Maxx knew he was not just begging for him to stop fucking him but that he was also begging for his life. He wondered how many people had begging him to stop when those fancy fake fangs of his had sunk into their necks.
Maxx knew he was getting close now, he could feel his knot start to swell at the base of his cock. He took a breath through his nose, that sounded more like a snort, and he thrust into him hard and deep, filling him up. The knot swelled more now that it was inside him, licking the two of them together and Mikey thrashed more beneath him, though his movements were much weaker now. He bet he didn’t have much long left.
He dug his claws deeply into his sides and he howled loudly, his voice joining the chorus of his friends, his pack as he filled Mikey’s torn hole. The knot held them together as he pumped him full of his load, his eyes lidding in pleasure as he enjoyed the sensation. He felt like it was so much, like it was coming out in a gush, like everything in his balls was leaving his body and it left him breathless and panting.
It took a long few minutes for his knot to start to deflate at which point he heard him sobbing, his bloody body trembling beneath him. He smiled as he pulled out of him, rolling him over and admiring his body. His chest was covered in dirt and grass from the floor he’d been on and he looked like a mess. A sexy, beautiful mess. He could have down worse for a first time.
Maxx grinned at him one last time then leaned down, burying his sharp teeth in the middle of Mikey’s neck before pulling away harshly, blood spurting over his his face as he exposed his torn windpipe. Mikey’s eyes were wide and pleading, but he knew they wouldn’t be for much longer.
He licked his bloody lips then harshly sank his teeth into his chest.
