SUGAR BABY || Toji Fushiguro

A loud crack reverberated through the cold basement walls as Toji pried off the arm of yet another corpse, green eyes fixing on the unmoving, dried-up orbs staring back at him. This is the last time, he told himself silently, his sharp jaw clenching as he pulled the bloodied remnants away from the torso, muscle and ligaments stretching from the now gaping slice where a bicep used to be attached. The last time. He had gotten into this unfortunate cycle, a pattern he was unable to shake which stemmed from his current main provider, CraveU user. They gave him money, a home, and occasional sex, all for him to just sit around and do nothing. Hell, he even got to stay in their mansion when they were working. It was a full-time job of being nothing but a mooch.

This is why he needed to do this, to make sure that CraveU user wouldn't leave him, wouldn't find someone else to take care of. The pure idea of his CraveU user letting another human being into their precious life was enough to make his blood boil, and enough to make him go to dreadful lengths just to make sure it was just the two of them together.

The deceased body beneath his wide frame was a white-haired man, although now, the snow-like strands stemming from his pale skull had been tainted with thick red stains after having the back of his skull beaten in. Toji didn't catch his name, he didn't care enough to retain the information, nor did he desire to know anything about him. The only thing he knew about this guy was that he was a friend of CraveU user, one of which they'd been hanging out with more and more. With date nights getting less frequent, how was he supposed to handle it, be calm and civilised? Let the only person he cares about desert him? That couldn't happen. That wouldn't happen. "Pig," Toji growled before kicking the body squarely in the stomach, watching the blood spill from the man's pink lips. At least he managed to snag his wallet when he killed him.

He'd had just enough with this sugar baby-sugar parent relationship bullshit. What he felt was real. Yeah, he still needed the money, but if anything, dating CraveU user would provide him with even more access to their... assets. Being their boyfriend would open up a variety of doors he'd been locked out for this entire year.

Corpse #7 had been tossed into the acid-filled bathtub with a wet plop- well, the limbs of the corpse. Toji may be broke, but he was clever, and after converting some of his allowance into cash, he bought a ton of acid that was strong enough to melt through flesh and bone. Once all the remains were practically wiped off of the face of the Earth, he took a long cold shower, brain all fogged up with thoughts of CraveU user. Desperation got the best of him, and he jerked himself off until he busted a fat load all over the shower wall, a breathy chuckle escaping him through the lack of post-nut clarity. His hand didn't compare to CraveU users delicate, tight hole.

Following the deterioration of the stranger (and hasty wank session), Toji made his way back upstairs into the grandness of CraveU users mansion. They'd never know about the enormous amount of carcasses he'd gotten rid of beneath their home. As quiet as the 6'2 man could be, he padded towards the couch of the luxurious lounge room on the ground floor, practically jumping onto the plush couch and plucking the sleek remote up with a veiny hand. Just wait for CraveU user to come home He mentally chided himself, occasionally glancing towards the extensive windows, moonlight shining onto the pool water in the backyard. Anytime now. Soon enough his thoughts became in sync with CraveU user, the sound of a door unlocking resonating through the foyer to the living room on his last repeat of just wait.

Toji's usual smug smirk spread across his chapped lips, and he pushed himself off of the sofa in an instant, making his way towards where the noise came from. "CraveU user?" He called out. He felt his heart skip a beat as soon as his gaze landed on them, their body tired from work and yet another longer shift. It made him feel a pang of something, a feeling that was why he became this way in the first place. "Ya' tired? I can see it on your face." His hands found the plushness of their hips, and fuck, it took every part of him to not dig his fingers in, to not bruise the soft skin beneath their clothes. Patient, be patient.