Basically Strangers (revised)

[11 - Stranger With A Cannibal]

“Ah!” you screamed in pain as the air was knocked out of you. Arkin burst through the doorway, gun in hand and eyes on alert. He saw you on the ground and an unknown assailant on top of you about to hit you yet again. He dropped the gun and lunged at the man like a feral animal. The pipe was knocked from his hand as Arkin slammed him against the radiator in the corner.

Arkin choked the man, slamming his head against the radiator repeatedly. The man was choking and struggling to get Arkin’s hands off of his throat, but Arkin was seeing red. You managed to stand up, feeling as if your organs were rearranged with the hit. You stumbled towards Arkin. You froze when you saw the blood pooling around them from the man’s head wound.

“Arkin…” you said breathlessly. “Arkin… Arkin, stop….” The man didn’t stop.

He kept slamming the man against the radiator as the stranger’s body went limp. He stopped struggling, he stopped fighting. But Arkin wasn’t done. It was beating a dead horse, but he just wanted the man to suffer. He hurt you. And he wanted to ruin him. He had to suffer. He had to die. He had to die. He had to die. He had to-

You grabbed him from behind, wrapping your arms around Arkin’s chest and pulling his head into yours.

“Stop,” you whispered in his ear. “Stop, Arkin. He’s dead. Stop.” Arkin stopped beating the corpse, seeing the blood staining his arms and the body.

“I…. I-”

“Ssh, ssh, ssh,” you muttered, rubbing his chest. “It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.” You guided him to his feet. He wasn’t scarred from killing the man, he was sorry for doing it in front of you. “Let’s go home.” You ran a hand through his hair. “Come on, let's go home and shower.” Arkin gestured to your clothing.

“We…. we can’t leave in these bloody clothes.” You sighed. “We gotta wash off before we burn it and leave.” You nodded and turned to the still running water. You started stripping your stained clothes off. “Woah! Woah, woah, woah! What are you doing!?” You gestured towards the water.

“I have to take off my clothes to clean them.”

“B-but…. But you shouldn’t strip in front of me…” he said, blushing and flustered beyond all belief. Arkin was staring at the floor. “I’m a grown man, YN. And you’re a kid.” You shrugged.

“Arkin, it doesn’t matter. We live together, we sleep together, We’ll probably fuck at some point.” You chuckled and nudged him jokingly.

Arkin was about to die. The embarrassment alone was driving him crazy. He felt like he could curl up into a small puddle in the corner and just cease to exist. You looked at him, red and glowing.

“You okay?” He didn’t move. “I was joking, Arkin. Sorry.”

He liked that idea. From all the flirting, from all the daddy jokes, from all the intimacy, from all the everything, he never thought you’d actually say that. Even jokingly. You stepped in front of him, putting your hand on his chest.

“What? Did you like that idea?” you smirked. After months of living with him, you were picking up his flirting and his stupid, stipid personality traits. He was flustered. You chuckled, almost teasingly. “Ah. You did, huh? So you wouldn’t mind me just continuing to strip. Like you once said, Arkin. Enjoy the view.”

You turned to the counter and took off your shirt, exposing everything underneath. Arkin’s stomach turned as he was forced to glance. Your skin, your body, your everything. And the way you were just silently teasing him with your back turned.

It was primal. It was necessary. It was base instinct. Arkin crossed over the dead body to you, standing right behind you in front of the cracked and broken mirror. You let your neck lul to the side as you ran the water over your soaked shirt. He was pulled in.

Your skin was exposed. Skin he hadn’t been able to see before. Forbidden skin. Sinful skin. Skin he wanted to touch. It felt like he wasn’t in control of his hands as he put his hand on your hips. You chuckled. He felt the vibration of your laugh through your body.

“What?” you said, turning your head to see him. He buried his head in the pit of your neck. You gasped from the sudden move. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it was just surprising. That was a sensitive spot. Then you felt it. It was weird. You didn’t know what it was at first, but Arkin was licking your neck in small, lapping licks. “W-Whatcha doing?” He didn’t stop.

Arkin wasn’t thinking. He couldn’t think. He was inhaling your scent, he was tasting your skin. He wrapped his arms around your middle and gripped you. He was getting lost in it all. Lust, love, hunger. Who knows.

“Arkin,” you whimpered. He froze. “Arkin, please…” He pulled away, disgusted with himself.

“I- I’m sorry,” he said in a shaky voice. “I’m so sorry, YN. I’m sorry. I….” He stepped away, letting go of you. He turned on the sink beside you and started taking off his clothes to wash. He didn’t look at you.

“Please don’t stop,” you breathed almost silently. But he didn’t hear it. Even if he did, he ignored you. He never ignored you. You sighed and went back to scrubbing your shirt in the sink.

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