"Love the Way You Lie" SHORT STORY (Patreon)

SS "Love the Way You Lie"

tells a story of toxic lovers in a destructive cycle of violence.

⚠️CONTENT WARNING: Violence, Abuse, Knife-play. The authors do not promote or condone these relationships. Do not romanticize.

In a nice, peaceful, suburban home occupied by two same séx lovers who were blissfully married for three years, a vase broke in the cream walls and shattering into hundreds of angry pieces.

Carter saw flames in his eyes upon seeing his favorite vase obliterated right before his eyes. "And you're the one going crazy?! Good lord Elijah, go fúck yourself if you can't keep your díck in your pants!"

"I'll fúck you up if you won't keep your áss in here, Carter!" Elijah screams right in his husband's face, pointing a threatening finger at the one who's gathering his belongings for a departure.

All because Carter woke up and saw a phone number on Elijah's hand, signed with Maddy ❤.

"So I'm supposed to just sit here and be a good boy while you chase bítches? You're free to do so in an hour when my Mom picks me up, fúcking bastard!" Carter rants while he runs upstairs to their room, an open suitcase waiting on the bed.

Elijah follows him, angry. "Carter baby, don't-"

"Fúck you and your cheating! I'm sick of it!" Carter yells as he dumps his clothes and pictures in the suitcase, tears running down his face. He can barely breathe and his decently attractive face was ruined by redness and tears.

He gives this heartbroken look to his husband, his voice cracking. "Am I not enough, Eli?"

Not only that, but Elijah's heart broke as well. Carter shakes his head and continues packing, but Elijah pulls him away from the closet.

"I'm dumb, I'm stupid, I'm a bástard, okay?! You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I had to be a díck just because you're too good for me!" Now Elijah is crying, "Now can you please drop your shít."

Carter punched him in the jaw.

"Can you please drop dead."

Carter closes his suitcase and drags it out of the bedroom only for Elijah to hashly pull his arm and pin him against the door.

"Ow, you sh-!"

"You're not leaving this house, Carter!"

"El, please! It hurts!" The man sobbed, referring not only to how Elijah hold him, "But I'm so sick of it! Everything! You lie so much, every single time, and I just let it slip because... because maybe you won't do it again but... but I'm not enough, am I? I'm not the hot girl you want, am I?

Seeing Carter like this, void of his usual laughter and smile, almost punched Elijah once more this time in the chest. The grip on his husband's wrist was suffocating his hands which turned purple, so Eli released them.

Carter crumbled into a ball against the wall, crying hysterically. Elijah couldn't bring himself to look at the man he married, beaten with lies and infidelity.

Elijah leaves him in the bedroom, rushing to the kitchen where he downs a can of alcohol in less than a minute. Fire Whiskey.

The same alcohol they enjoyed during movies yesterday, before hot and steamy séx complete with Carter's happy smile. Why did that all have to go away when they woke up?

Minutes and five cans later, Elijah hears the door front fly open and Carter dragging his things with him.

"Baby please, I'm sorry!" Elijah shouts in the doorway. "It's me, okay?! I'm the monster! I'm the cheater! Just come back please, it won't happen again next time!"

Carter, dropping his things on the sidewalk, turns around to give Elijah a pained smile. "Funny you mention that. Because there is no next time."

"Carter come back, please..." Elijah turns soft while approaching him in the sidewalk. "Please baby, I love you. You know that. You're the only one I have, I gave up my family to marry you-"

Carter hits him in his hard chest. "Should've thought about that when you find women to fúck! You won't make me feel bad for you, fúcking-"

"I just don't want to lose you!" Elijah screams, attracting the attention of neighbors which the couple didn't mind. Feeling his anger bubble up again, Elijah pushes Carter away to snatch his things up. "You're coming inside, Carter."

As Elijah retrieves his stuff, Carter tries pulling on the bigger man's biceps to no avail. "Put them down! My Mom will be here to pick me up! I told you, I'm leaving!"

He keeps hitting Elijah even after they got back inside.

"I hate you! And even if you chain me up here, I'll never love you back! I fúcking hate you-!" Elijah swung his arm back, knocking Carter to the ground.

He straddles Carter and clutches his collar tightly. "Don't give me ideas, because I will make sure you never fúcking leave!"

"Go ahead, you fúcking bástard! Just know that I'll always fúcking hate liars and I'll never-" Elijah just punched him in the jaw, but Carter just spits out the blood.

"Case closed."

"You're not leaving!" Elijah punches him again before harshly pulling his husband close where he can smell the alcohol they shared the night before.

"Watch me!" A bruised Carter grabs a doggy bowl from their deceased pet and smashes it on Elijah's head, knocking the guy back.

"Carter!"

Elijah stops him from going outside by slamming his head against the wall. "I love you too fúcking much, okay?! I'll fúcking die without you!"

While Eli pins Carter to the wall with a tight choke, the disheveled boy gives out a sarcastic grin with bloody gums. Eli who works out religiously packs a punch.

"What makes you think I care?" Lies. "Go die, Elijah."

Eli swings his fistback, and Carter slams his eyes shut hoping for him to die and get Eli arrested, but the fist hit the wall beside his head. Mere anger caused a hole in the wall, and the impact caused their wedding photo to fall and break on the ground.

Carter sobs, unable to look at the man he's loved for years, and the man he only ever did.

With a small, pained voice Eli cries, "This won't happen again... please..."

"This really won't, because I'll either leave or die, Eli."

"You won't."

"I will."

Elijah has tears streaming down whole his hands tightens on Carter. "You fúcking won't."

"Y-you're... do... ing it... f-f-fo... or me..."

But, Elijah silences him with a kiss, loosening his grip. Carter can't help it; he loves this man too much, so he let's him taste the blood in his mouth as well as the lies he's been fed.

Lies feel so good, because it saves you from pain.

Elijah pulls his bloody hand out of the broken wall, caressed Carter's side then down to his áss. At the feel of his hand, Carter raises one of his legs to wrap around Elijah's.

A fire burns between them.

"I hate you," Carter says between kisses as his hips grind onto Elijah's. Eli pulls him tightly against him, feeling their arousal clash into mutual desire. Carter moans out, "Fúck Eli, I hate you..."

"I'll fúck you like you mean it..." Elijah attacks Carter's neck, pulling his head to the side with his bloody knuckles.

It isn't romantic. They're both bloody and one of them is a psychopath. But, a passionate lust is still present between them.

Which is why, Carter allows Elijah to rip his buttons apart while he lifts Eli's shirt up for removal. Elijah lifts him up and wraps Carter's long legs around his waist, slamming him on his stomach atop the kitchen counter.

"You're not leaving, Carter," Eli spits as he pulls down his husband's pants. Carter moans feeling Elijah's hard, clothed arousal against his bare skin. It made him so hard.

His hair was pulled back harshly, with Eli yelling, "Tell me you're not leaving!"

"Mmm... can't wait to be rid of you," Carter growls, and Eli slams his head down definitely causing a bruise. Carter can barely see through his tears as he finds satisfaction in feeling Olive Oil being poured onto him.

"You are always the best fúck, baby..." Eli growls, pushing an oily finger into Carter making the boy scream in pleasure. "You fúcking love it rough."

Breathing heavily, Carter looks back with a bloody smile. "This time, just fúck me to death."

He throws his head back in pleasure when Elijah enters in two and stretches him out, while the other hand grips his hair tight almost murdering his scalp.

Carter's screams obviously sounds like he's loving the way Elijah plunged his big, raging díck inside. Still with harsh treatment, Elijah flips him to his side and fúcks him with one leg up.

"Ahh! Fúck! Anngghhh!" Carter moans out, "Ahh yes! Mmm... fúck me like the slúts you pick up!"

Grunting in pure ecstasy, Elijah throws Carter's leg to the side and pulls the boy in for a full frontal attack. No less than inches apart, the two messed up lovers stare at each other in pure hatred as their insides bubble up from pleasure.

"I don't fúck them like I fúck you," A knife suddenly appears in his hand and it's now pressed up to Carter's neck, forcing him to look up. His thrusts were sharp and quick, almost teasing.

"Yeah, but like them, I'm leaving you afterwards," Carter spits, smiling at the knife.

His normal, sweet smile came as a blurred flashback to Elijah and he is unable to look at his husband right now. He bites Carter's neck, all while a knife is threatening to slice it.

"Nnghh... ahh! A-ahhh!" Carter is absolutely loving the way Elijah rolls his hips, sliding his còck into the oiled hole like he owns the thing, which he does.

"I love you... I fúcking love you..." Elijah grunts as he pushes the knife to Carter's nape this time. It forces Carter to face him and engulf his lips in a hate-filled, passionate kiss of dark lust. The knife will break skin if Carter dare pulls away.

"Carter," Elijah whispers as they fiercely stare right at each other, wincing and grunting because they're actually near climax.

"Carter... Carter..." Elijah keeps whispering his name like a prayer, and the boy mewls at how rough and fast the thrusts are getting.

"Faster!" He screams, and Elijah obliged. He dropped the knife and instead has his hands around Carter's throat, suffocating him while rapidly thrusting to both of their climaxes.

When they finally did, the kitchen's counter was a mix of oil, cúm, and blood from Carter's áss who just took a rough fúcking from his cheating partner.

"Eli," Carter sobs against his chest, face no longer smiling, now purely distraught. "I can't live without you."

"Me too," Eli sighs while wrapping his arms around Carter. "If you try leaving again, I'll fúcking burn the place."

"Do it," Carter grabs a can that Elijah didn't finish from earlier and drinks all of it before wrapping his legs around his husband's waist, kissing him like they were back being the ideal lovers they are.

"You psychopath."

"We both are."

Elijah carries him to the stairs, passing by the television that is streaming Groundhog Day. Elijah dumps him on the bed, the couple kissing their hearts away despite being bruised up and bloody.

That night, they were cuddled up together. Real, orange flames are licking up the walls and the bed they were on, burning up everything in its path.

But Carter woke up, right beside Elijah. He saw the hand with the phone number, followed by Maddy ❤.

Here we go again.

"Because there is no next time."