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This is a war zone.
这是一个战区。

Or at least, that’s the way Heathcliff left it. He’d turned every single person on this street into the prettiest fireworks, until he ran out of warm bodies to shoot and had to move on. But he’s running out of warm bodies on other streets too, so he’s patrolling. He’s bored out of his mind-- he needs to fucking shoot somebody already. The itching manic need to use his gun on somebody is killing him, along with that ever present nagging feeling that he’s always trying to fill with fun things like genocide.
或者说，至少这是希斯克利夫离开时的样子。他把这条街上的每一个人变成了最漂亮的烟火，直到用完了所有可以射击的温暖身躯，才不得不转移目标。但其他街道上也快没有可以射击的温暖身躯了，所以他正在巡逻。他无聊透顶——他真的需要开枪射击一个人。那种迫切想要用枪射击别人的冲动让他快要发疯，还有那种挥之不去的念头，他总是试图用像种族灭绝这样的有趣事情来填补。

But when he walks onto the streets, he doesn’t see any people or any of his wonderful handiwork.
但当他走上街道时，他既没有看到任何人，也没有看到他那美妙的作品。

All he sees are roses.
他看到的只有玫瑰。

Roses, climbing all over buildings, roses infesting every corpse and feeding on them, roses taking over this entire street. They’re in every color of the rainbow, every shade known to man. You can’t walk without treading on thorns. His fireworks show has been turned into a goddamn garden!
玫瑰攀爬在建筑上，玫瑰覆盖每一具尸体，滋养它们，占领整条街道。它们有彩虹中每一种颜色，有世人所知的每一种色调。你每走一步都会踩到荆棘。他的烟火秀变成了该死的花园！

There’s dead bodies he didn’t kill, too, ones in tact, which are completely infested with these colorful roses. Thorns have dug deep into their skin and around their bones, stringing them up like puppets and manipulating them into certain poses like a morbid statue garden.
还有一些他没有杀死的尸体，完好无损，却被这些彩色的玫瑰完全侵袭。荆棘深入他们的皮肤和骨骼，将它们像木偶一样吊起，操控它们摆出某些姿势，就像一个阴森的雕像园。

The Fell Bullet shoots one of them, and it explodes. Somehow, only the body is affected, and the roses are left completely in tact.
坠落的子弹射中其中一个，它爆炸了。不知为何，只有尸体受到影响，而玫瑰却完好无损。

“Well that’s not very nice of you. I worked so hard to make that one as beautiful as possible.” A voice sighs behind him.
“嗯，你这样可不太好。我费了好大劲才把它打扮得最漂亮。”在他身后，一个声音叹了口气。

Heathcliff jumps three feet in the air and turns to point his shotgun at the head of whoever spoke.
希斯克利夫跳起三英尺高，转过身用猎枪指着说话人的脑袋。

Standing there, with not a hint of fear in his body, is a beautiful man wearing a white singed dress and a crown of roses. His arm is prosthetic and covered in the same roses and thorns. He doesn’t look scared at all by Heathcliff’s monstrous appearance, or by the magical shotgun aimed straight at his face. Instead he just looks him up and down, and smiles.
站在那里，毫无惧色，是一位穿着白色烧焦礼服、戴着玫瑰花冠的英俊男子。他的手臂是义肢，同样覆盖着玫瑰和荆棘。他完全不害怕希斯克利夫那怪物般的外表，也不害怕那把直指他面门的魔法霰弹枪，只是上下打量着他，然后露出了微笑。

“Navy blue is a good color for your sin. Or maybe red.” The beautiful man greets. “What do you think, darling?”
“海军蓝很适合你的罪恶。或者 maybe 红色。”那位英俊的男人打招呼道。“亲爱的，你觉得呢？”

“I think I’m gonna turn you into the most gorgeous fireworks show this side of City, pretty boy.” Heathcliff laughs. “My gun needs to blow someone up.”
“我想把你变成这座城市这边最漂亮的焰火秀，美少年。”希斯克利夫笑道：“我的枪需要炸掉一个人。”

“Oh, by all means. Actually, let me make myself easier to aim at.” The man smirks, and rose thorns wrap around him, stringing him up in place.
“哦，当然可以。实际上，让我更容易瞄准自己吧。”那人,"); 他露齿一笑，玫瑰刺缠绕在他身上，将他固定在原地。

Heathcliff hesitates-- is this a trick? Is this man trying to trick him? He waits, but nothing happens.
希斯克利夫犹豫了一下——这是陷阱吗？这个人是在骗他吗？他等了一会儿，但 nothing happens 保持不变。

He pulls the trigger, and makes sure this one is his most powerful blast yet, just in case.
他扣动扳机，确保这是他最强大的一击，以防万一。

Runes appear, and a giant blast of fire crashes right into the rose-covered man. But when the smoke dissipates, he’s still completely unharmed. His dress a bit more singed than usual, but completely unharmed. And laughing, laughing very loudly.
符文出现，一团巨大的火焰直接撞向那朵玫瑰覆盖的男人。但当烟雾散去，他依然毫发无损。他的礼服比平时更有些烧焦，但依然完好无损。而且，他还在大笑，笑得非常大声。

“Oh, that was such a cute little trick!~ That actually tickled a little!! You’re a powerful little thing, aren’t you?~” The man coos at him.

Heathcliff’s world falls apart. “You’re supposed to be dead!! The deal was that it would kill every single person it shot!!” He yells.

“Oh, darling... you’ve never met another Abnormality, have you?” The rose covered man purrs, tearing himself from his binds and walking slowly closer.

“Another... Abnormality? No... what... what are you?!” Heathcliff’s finger tightens on the trigger.

Something like recognition flashes in the man’s eyes. “Oh, you’re pathetic. You still think you’re human. How adorable. I’m Sign of Roses, but you can call me Gregor. You’re gonna need something to scream, aren’t you?~”

Heathcliff fires again, but it doesn’t even make the crawling thorns hesitate as they shoot towards him, crawling up his body and entangling him. He keeps firing at them, bathing them in fire and fireworks, even if it means shooting himself and scorching himself, but the roses just keep crawling like the devil’s magic means nothing to them.

The thorn vines pry his gun out of his hand and string him up with his hands above his head and his legs spread far apart. He struggles like mad, but they hold tight, and puncture into his skin.

That’s when Gregor reaches Heathcliff, looking no worse for wear, looking him up and down lustfully. “Such a big and strong soldier~ If I let you you could probably carry me like I weighed nothing. What’s your name, darling?”

“You--!! I won’t let you kill me!!” Fell Bullet keeps struggling even if it’s useless.

“Darling, I can’t kill you. You can’t die. I have something much worse in mind for you anyway. C’mon now, be a good boy and give me something to call you.” Gregor starts taking his armor off, piece by piece, stripping him bare.

“I... it’s Fell. Fell Bullet.” Or at least it was now. He knew he had a real name at some point, back before his deal with the devil, but he didn’t want to give it to this gorgeous insane monster. “What the hell do you want with me?!”

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re adorable, I can’t kill you, and you’re just my type. So I’m going to make you mine.” Sign of Roses hummed sweetly. “Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it. Pain is always better with pleasure, isn’t it?” By that time the soldier had been stripped bare, his monstrous parts more obvious than ever. Gregor whistled, impressed by both the monstrous bits as well as the rugged muscles and scars. “Have you ever had sex with anyone before?”

Heathcliff felt what half remained of his face heat up. That’s what he wanted? Sex? “I’ve been with a million people, I’ve lost count at this point.” He bragged brashly, but it was all a lie. He was saving himself for someone, he remembered. But he couldn’t remember who. He supposed it didn’t matter.

“Oh really?” Gregor’s eyes glowed red, but his sweet smile remained. “Hope you don’t mind me making you forget every single one of them.” He chuckled darkly, and the roses binding Heathcliff dragged him down to him, hanging him with his legs and feet in the air, naked except for the ring on a chain on his neck.

For some reason those words were what made Heathcliff’s cock stiffen up. “That’s a big brag. Why don’t you let me down and we’ll see if you can live up to it? I can’t fuck you like this.”

“Oh, darling, you’re so cute. No, I don’t feel like bottoming today. But don’t worry.” Gregor lifted up his dress, and pulled down his pants a little, revealing a white strap-on with raised rose patterns and little soft bumps almost like ‘thorns.’ “You’ve been with a million, so surely you’ve bottomed before, right?~” He pulled lube from out of his pocket.

Heathcliff started to feel like he’d made a mistake, but he wasn’t going to admit to it now. “Of course I have!” He has never in his life.

Gregor lubed up his fingers on his normal hand, and brought them to Heathcliff’s exposed hole. He pushed one in very gently, moving it around, looking for his prostate.

Heathcliff’s face screwed up at the uncomfortable intrusion, as it just felt weird, that is until suddenly his finger pushed into something that made him gasp and squirm in sudden white hot pleasure.

Gregor chuckled. Oh, that was not the reaction of someone who was experienced. He was gonna have a lot of fun with him. The virgins always broke so much easier. He pushed in a second finger, crooking them to hit that spot for him, and then quickly a third, because he was getting impatient. He stretched him out fast and quick, wanting to get inside him as quickly as possible. “You’ve taken a million, huh? But you’re squirming so much when I hit your sweet spot.”

“Shut up!! I told you I’ve done this before!” Heathcliff wasn’t willing to fess up even when caught.

“Hah. You’re so cute, darling. You’re making me desperate.” Gregor laughed, taking his fingers out and lining himself up, grabbing his hips in one hand and his cock in the other. He didn’t wait a second before shoving in, all the way to base, leaving Heathcliff no time to adjust at all before he was pounding into him with desperation.

Heathcliff could only scream at the brutal pace, voice cracking with the sound as the man brutally fucked his hips in, thorny rose binds violently digging into his body as Gregor was sure to hit his prostate every single time. He didn’t give him a single second to rest. It wasn’t just brutal but downright violent, drowning him in both pain and pleasure. Heathcliff couldn’t stop screaming as loud as he could, completely overwhelmed. This man was absolutely ruining him-- no sex he had after this would ever compare.

All while Gregor kept him close to him, whispering in his ear, moaning quietly and breathing heavy between his words. “You’re so fucking cute, darling... So desperate, all for me. You say this isn’t your first time, but you’re falling apart for me so easily... Your cute cock’s twitching like crazy. Are you going to cum already? Just from this?”

Heathcliff barely understood what he was saying, could barely understand anything at all, not when the soft bumps on his cock were driving him insane. He couldn’t stop the screams coming from his mouth anyway, sweet spots inside him he didn’t even know he had being constantly stimulated by those bumps. He couldn’t get out any coherent words no matter how hard he tried. Oh Wings, he was going to cum just from this, barely a few minutes in. He started struggling in his binds again, but they only wrapped around him tighter, covering his human half, blooming roses in navy blue and purple. He’d never felt pleasure like this before, never felt pain mixed with pleasure, had never been hurt for pleasure. It was all new and overwhelming, and all he could do was scream out the man’s name as he came from the brutal pace barely five minutes in, completely untouched. He went limp in the vine’s grasp as Gregor kept pounding into him, giving him no time to rest.

“That’s a good boy... you look so cute when you’re falling apart for me. You’re sure you’re experienced? You’re cumming from barely anything like a touch starved virgin.” Gregor laughed softly in his ear, still whispering to him. “Not that I mind... you’re much cuter when you’re not able to keep acting tough. I think I’m getting a little fond of you~”

“Please, wait!! It’s too much!! It’s way too much, please slow down! Please, I like it, I just need a second!” Heathcliff’s voice finally formulated words but only out of desperation. The insane pleasure was quickly becoming too much for the gunman, his hypersensitivity turning it painful, forcing whines out of him.

“Oh, so you do like it~ I was worried for a second there. I can’t tell apart very well screaming because they don’t like it and screaming because they do.” Sign of Roses breathily chuckled in his ear. Despite the brutal pace and his occasional moans and heavy breathing, he was much less affected by all of this than Heathcliff, sounding perfectly calm and put together, albeit clearly manic. “You’re so much more beautiful when you’re falling apart, darling. Like this your true colors are on full display! Let’s keep going until you lose your mind for me~” He kept whispering as Heathcliff kept screaming.

“Please, please, wings, you have to slow down!! You’re driving me mad!! I’m going to break!!” The painful overstimulation was making him writhe desperately in pleasured agony. It hurt so good he couldn’t take it. This was going to utterly break him to pieces.

“Oh, darling...” This strange man kept calling him that, that saccharine nickname better used between a married couple, all while breaking him down with painful pleasure. At this point that sweet nickname was burned into Heathcliff’s mind, the more and more he said it. “That’s the entire point of me fucking you.” Gregor laughed softly in his ear, sinister, and reached down, pressing a button on his strap-on, activating a vibrator in the base of it.

“Fuck, GREGOR!!!” Heathcliff’s voice cracked as the vibrations traveled up the cock and rubbed those soft bumps even harder against his sweet spots, making him cum untouched all over again. He felt something in him break, and the pain started feeling so good. “Please, please, please, more, it’s so good, I love it so much? Please give me mooore!” Despite his bluster from before, it only took two world shattering orgasms to have him broken and begging.

Gregor could only grin, nipping at his neck on the human side of his body, leaving a purple bruise there to match some of the roses. “That’s what I’m talking about. I love breaking virgins like you~ And better yet, you’re an Abnormality like me, so I don’t have to worry about you dying on me.” He whispered on his ear with a manic giggle. “Stay with me from now on, okay? Stay with me in my garden of roses forever. Be mine for all of eternity. In sickness and health~ Not even death will do us part. Come home with me and be my big strong soldier husband, making lots of pretty fireworks for your bride~ We’ll fuck like this every single day, and all night too, and you can turn all the people I find into fireworks.”

Something about those words stirred something deep inside him, a nagging memory, something about a weight on his chest, but he was too out of his mind to think about it. As far as he was concerned, he felt better than he can ever remember feeling in his life. He’d never felt this much pleasure, or he intoxicating combination of pain with pleasure. If he was going to get fucked like this every day, maybe this garden wasn’t so bad. “Fuck, I’ll do it, I’ll be yours, you can take me away, please don’t stop!”

Gregor laughed in his ear. “Oh, you’ve made me the happiest man in the city, darling. I’m getting so close... let’s seal our union with a kiss~” His voice was getting shaky and breathing, as the roses dug into Heathcliff tighter, and Gregor leaned in slowly. He didn’t fear the fire, or any of the nonhuman features, as he kissed him gentle and sweet, and finally moaned into his mouth as he came, fucking his hips deeper.

And Heathcliff shakily kissed him back, moaning out as the roses dug into his human half and he came from the combination of pleasure and agony.

Gregor pulled out and lowered the taller man into his arms, carrying him easily despite the size difference. “Let’s go home, darling~ We can properly celebrate there.” A portal opened into a world full of roses and statues, and Gregor carried him in, vines carrying in the discarded armor.

All the while Heathcliff clung to him tightly, flaccid cock twitching at the saccharine nickname as he felt both fear and arousal.