'The Blooding' by Spoiled Kitten
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"I..." But before Matt got any further, Mello was on top of him; mouth over his, crushing their bodies together. They rolled, across the aisle, crashing into another bookcase. Another skull toppled down, narrowly missing their heads, before bouncing across into the skirting board. "Mihael! You're a fucking maniac!" Mello nodded, seeing nothing wrong with that statement. "I am." He kneeled, straddling Matt, half-leaning against a shelf full of books on mysticism. The knife was still in his left hand and Mello took it to his own chest, slashing in a cross. Its arms stretched from nipple to nipple, its staff from breastbone to navel. It immediately bubbled red, but the blond threw himself down onto Matt again, slithering over him until both bodies were stained with their own and each other's blood. "You love it." "Yes." Matt saw no point in lying, not when Mello was grinding their sex together and the urgency rose as a moan within him. "Oh, for God's sake..." Mello kissed him again. It was difficult to tell where the pain ended and pleasure began; that all encompassing sensation that lifted him floating, dazed and hungry, clutching at the Slav's back with a ferocity which must surely be hurting him too, but Mello kept on kissing him, rolling them over again. He stopped and rose in the same movement, as lithe as a tiger, lifting Matt's legs, cutting and kissing the back of his thighs. Matt held them back, groaning as Mello's weight fell against them, pressing against new wounds, forcing his tendons further back. There was lubrication and Matt never knew if it was pre-cum or blood, but he could guess; then Mello was inside him, roughly thrusting, and it felt like a thousand beautiful deaths. Matt shrieked out. "Yes! Mello! God yes! Mello!" |
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