My Gory Valentine
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Adult +
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3,866
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12
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My Gory Valentine
Title: My Gory Valentine
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Fandom: A Nightmare on Elm Street/Friday the 13th
Pairing: Freddy Krueger/Jason Voorhees
Summary: 445-word drabble; a Valentine’s encounter between the two most fearsome lovers in the undead world…
Rating: R
Warnings: M/M slash, extreme violence, character death (not main), OC, AU
Possible Spoilers: Freddy vs Jason movie
Disclaimer: New Line Cinema etc. own the boys and the profits. I just get to write about their sweet, sweet love the way it should be.
It should have been safe enough to take refuge for the night there; a ramshackle building at a deserted summer camp. The drifter had spent many a night in such places, abandoned sheds or houses, some way off the beaten track or even deep in the woods – he had never encountered anything more dangerous than the occasional wild animal, irate at having its rest disturbed, or another rootless wanderer like himself.
Lulled into a leaden sleep by days of weary trudging and cheap alcohol, he did not sense the presence of malevolence at what had once been Camp Crystal Lake. He had never heard the tales of what was believed to lurk there, and his whisky-deadened senses barely registered the heavy footsteps that approached out of the shadows, or the swish and thud of the machete’s keenly honed blade upon his supine form.
He was dead before he could even open his mouth to scream.
Relentlessly, Jason Voorhees hacked at the dense bone of the lifeless victim’s ribcage, splintering the sternum before ripping aside the flesh with brutal fingers. He pulled out the gore-drenched heart, still warm but no longer palpitating, and held it tightly in his cold, undead hand.
Clasping the bloody scrap of flesh against his massive chest, Jason sought a place to lie down undisturbed. Willing himself into stasis, into something as close to slumber as was possible for such as he. Waiting for the lover of his dreams to find him.
The underwater shades of Jason’s nightmare world began to fade, shifting slowly into tints of rust and flame. A piercing, claw-like blade scraped ominously along the vacant façade of Jason’s mask, and a baleful chuckle of dark laughter echoed from the depths and heat of some nearby hellish chasm.
Freddy Krueger bent down over his recumbent lover, his face twisting into a devilish smile at the sight of the bloodstained heart still clutched in Jason’s hand. A Valentine’s Day offering, of course. Such a sentimental, foolish child… but strangely endearing. Freddy felt himself grow hard, and the hand bearing the glove with the claw-knives twitched in anticipation. Oh my, yes. Jason was going to get it deep and rough, pinned face down against the dirt with Freddy’s claws and cock embedded viciously in flesh that no longer lived but could still ache and bleed and spasm in darkest ecstasy.
Taking the heart from Jason’s grasp and laying it aside for some later depravity, Freddy ripped each shred of tattered clothing from Jason’s unresisting body, and one sharp steel claw gouged a heart-shaped wound on Jason’s broad, scarred chest.
“Happy Valentine’s day, my little fuck-toy,” Freddy rasped, his cold eyes glinting.
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Fandom: A Nightmare on Elm Street/Friday the 13th
Pairing: Freddy Krueger/Jason Voorhees
Summary: 445-word drabble; a Valentine’s encounter between the two most fearsome lovers in the undead world…
Rating: R
Warnings: M/M slash, extreme violence, character death (not main), OC, AU
Possible Spoilers: Freddy vs Jason movie
Disclaimer: New Line Cinema etc. own the boys and the profits. I just get to write about their sweet, sweet love the way it should be.
It should have been safe enough to take refuge for the night there; a ramshackle building at a deserted summer camp. The drifter had spent many a night in such places, abandoned sheds or houses, some way off the beaten track or even deep in the woods – he had never encountered anything more dangerous than the occasional wild animal, irate at having its rest disturbed, or another rootless wanderer like himself.
Lulled into a leaden sleep by days of weary trudging and cheap alcohol, he did not sense the presence of malevolence at what had once been Camp Crystal Lake. He had never heard the tales of what was believed to lurk there, and his whisky-deadened senses barely registered the heavy footsteps that approached out of the shadows, or the swish and thud of the machete’s keenly honed blade upon his supine form.
He was dead before he could even open his mouth to scream.
Relentlessly, Jason Voorhees hacked at the dense bone of the lifeless victim’s ribcage, splintering the sternum before ripping aside the flesh with brutal fingers. He pulled out the gore-drenched heart, still warm but no longer palpitating, and held it tightly in his cold, undead hand.
Clasping the bloody scrap of flesh against his massive chest, Jason sought a place to lie down undisturbed. Willing himself into stasis, into something as close to slumber as was possible for such as he. Waiting for the lover of his dreams to find him.
The underwater shades of Jason’s nightmare world began to fade, shifting slowly into tints of rust and flame. A piercing, claw-like blade scraped ominously along the vacant façade of Jason’s mask, and a baleful chuckle of dark laughter echoed from the depths and heat of some nearby hellish chasm.
Freddy Krueger bent down over his recumbent lover, his face twisting into a devilish smile at the sight of the bloodstained heart still clutched in Jason’s hand. A Valentine’s Day offering, of course. Such a sentimental, foolish child… but strangely endearing. Freddy felt himself grow hard, and the hand bearing the glove with the claw-knives twitched in anticipation. Oh my, yes. Jason was going to get it deep and rough, pinned face down against the dirt with Freddy’s claws and cock embedded viciously in flesh that no longer lived but could still ache and bleed and spasm in darkest ecstasy.
Taking the heart from Jason’s grasp and laying it aside for some later depravity, Freddy ripped each shred of tattered clothing from Jason’s unresisting body, and one sharp steel claw gouged a heart-shaped wound on Jason’s broad, scarred chest.
“Happy Valentine’s day, my little fuck-toy,” Freddy rasped, his cold eyes glinting.