Commissioned [completed]

Chapter 44 - A ten on the stupid scale

Some asshole pinched you. You turned with a scowl to find Sodo, scarred chest bare, looking as innocent as ever. It was night, moonlight so bright from the hunter's moon that the tent was cast in a blue light. "Can I help you?

He only smiled with his feline teeth.

"Did you not get enough attention growing up or...?"

"How are you feeling?" He nibbled at your wrist.

You frowned but mentally scanned yourself. "Better... a lot better, actually." You touched your ribs and found them a little tender but not hurting if unbothered. You began unwrapping the bandages from your hands to find only itchy scabs on your hands. "Huh, look at that." You tinkled your fingers for him, and he suddenly pushed your hands down.

"Min Älskare," Then Sodo was kissing you. Kissing you ravenously. You didn't know what you'd done to incur it; it was as if having hands instead of mittens released a floodgate. He pushed you down rougher than you thought he might, and you found some bruising on your back and head. It was liveable. You were pretty happy to go along with whatever the hell Sodo had in mind. He straddled your hips, and you had no choice but to squeeze his thighs.

"Is this an incubus, full moon thing? ah~" he interrupted you by kissing your neck.

His only reply was to claim your mouth again ferociously, his hand massaging your chest through your shirt.

"Fuck, Sodomiser," he left you breathless, your hand drifting from his clavicle south towards his name's tattoo. Looked up at him as he was wreathed in the moonlight. His white hair flowed with the blue of the moon. He was breathing hard; you could see his lean-cut abdominals work. His brows were firmly drawn. "What is wrong, min Jäkel?" Your hand forgot his tattoo and raised to his cheek.

He swallowed, "I cannot say. I woke you up because I want to fuck you." His voice was almost robotic.

You held your ribs as you raised to look him in the eye. "That's... not why you woke me up."

"It is," he said firmly and buried his mouth into the junction between your throat and collarbone. "Your love bites are gone, mine and Swiss's." He sucked gently at your skin, and you touched his thighs again.

"Is Terzo's still there?"

In response, he kissed your forehead. You felt like you were having a brain aneurysm. "I am not sure," he whispered softly to your lips.

"I don't... is Terzo's gone?" You touched your neck.

Sodo shook his head and kissed you roughly again, burying a hand in your hair and kissing down to bite your jawline. He began assertively making out with the right of your throat, making you suck in a breath and have to lean left to give him access. Looking to your left, you could see where Terzo had rested beside you. Terzo was gone. Oh. "Where is Terzo?"

He pulled back and swallowed, rubbing his nose against yours; he said, "I cannot tell you." His eyes were still hooded in worried brows.

"Lassie motherfucker." He couldn't tell you because Terzo told him not to. Couldn't wake you up without a good and true excuse, either.

He kissed your forehead, "Are we fucking or...?" Were you going to do something about Terzo's disappearance?

"Later, you've been a good Jäkel."

"A good..? Fuck you too," he unstraddled you, "also, you shouldn't be healing like that, you fucking weirdo."

"They gave me a bag of Terzo's blood... I am literally the nuke cocktail you described." You picked yourself up with some degree of pain and tore out of the tent.