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(This fic contains: m/m soft vore and fearplay.) Slow breaths, slow breaths, slow breaths and slow steps. Matt mentally reminded himself as he walked through the woods. The full moon lit up his surroundings eerily, and it made every tree around him blur into a mass of black arms that were closing him into a cage. He shivered as a cold gust of wind blew by him, causing him to adjust his coat. “Damn it...” He mumbled as he got his boot caught on a limb. He quickly pulled it free, then he pulled his phone out. ‘Where are you?’ He text to his friend, Nate. There was a small loading bar before a message popped up. R

The first thing Jackie noticed when he opened the door to the house was a plethora of noises which didn’t seem to mesh quite right. The first sound was gentle snoring, unmistakably Anti’s, with the wheeze of air through the neck wound and distortion of his voice; the second was a tiny, muffled, terrified screaming; and the third was an uncomfortably noisy gurgling stomach. This miasma of noise stabbed suspicion right into Jackie’s heart and he crept closer to the source: Anti, sleeping peacefully on the couch with an uncharacteristically swollen and lumpy abdomen. Near enough to understand what he was seeing, he realized tha