Ruthless

Blood Red

Ame looks out the window. He wanted to meet Laito in the garden, but right now he's just too lazy. If I'm not there, he will come looking for me. He takes a deep breath and takes his clothes out of the closet. The smell of the sun got stuck in the fabric when the laundry hung outside during the day. It smells damn good. For the first time in a long time, he's wearing a shirt and comfy sweatpants. Out of nowhere, a hand brushes his hair behind his ear, the other gives him a black tulip. He takes it and turns around in Laito's arms. It's meaning is deep passion. This dark flower is also associated with suffering in various cultures. Laito's hands wrap around Ameto's waist. An almost condescending, mocking smile appears on his face as he ponders what to say. "Is there even a flower to describe your rotten personality?" Laito grins and takes an empty vase from my shelf. He fills it unnecessarily slowly with water and instead of simply giving it to Ameto, he doesn't let go. This is so silly. Ameto raises an eyebrow and puts the flower in the glass, which Laito then lets go. Startled, the other catches it quickly. "Are you out of your mind?!" "No," says Laito and Ame puts down the glass. "No?" He repeats it mockingly. "No." The older one hums happily. He takes a pair of small, sharp scissors from the table and looks at them strangely. "What do you use these for?" "Cutting leaves." Within a fraction of a second, he unhesitatingly slashes a ten centimeters long wound into the skin on Ameto's forearm. Ame tenses up, but doesn't seem in pain. First Laito enjoys the shocked look, then he drills his fingertips into the wound, careful not to touch the larger veins. Ame tries to control his breathing, but the smell of blood thickens the air. He can't take his eyes off Laito's fingers. The bright red gradually covers his light skin. It makes him hungry... The red liquid drips down from Ameto's elbow and a violent tremor grips his body. He can feel Laito touch his tendons and bones. A strange pleasure makes him almost loose his mind. Ameto's hand becomes ice cold and his legs give way. Laito wraps his arm around the other's waist and dips his tongue into the cut. "Ah..! S-stop!" The movements of Laito's tongue cause a tickling and tingling sensation, so uncomfortable that he wants to scratch his nails. "Don't." Ame drops the hand he had raised unconsciously. Laito kisses him lightly. Then he lets go of his arm and Ame carefully moves his fingers. Everything is healed again. With that, his pleasure is gone too. More and more kisses distract him so much, he doesn't even realize that he's slowly being pushed against the wall. Only when he feels the hard surface on his back does he become aware of it. "W-wait. I'll smear everything!" Laito looks down at him. "I don't care." He kisses the indignant boy on the forehead, smiles and in the next moment his teeth brush against Ameto's neck. Blood. He takes a lot. Much more than he should. Then he looks down again. "Ame?" He asks and wraps his arms tightly around the little one when all of a sudden all strength leaves his body. "S-Sorry." Ameto mumbles a reply. A certain image flashes in his head and Laito cannot suppress the feeling that this thought, or rather this wish, arouses in him. The two vanish and reappear in the church.

The younger looks around uncomfortably. "I want to do something bad." Laito puts Ame on the altar. He briefly acknowledges the sight. He likes the way the boy sits on the cold stone with his arm covered in blood. His bare feet are dangling in the air and the collar of the beige shirt exposes his shoulder. Ameto's eyes blink at him uncertainly. The corners of Laito's mouth rise involuntarily. He excitedly runs his hand through his hair. Where should I even start? His fingernails dig into his own palm until blood oozes out. Then he caresses Ameto's cheek. Ame jerks back a little when he smells the blood and feels the warmth on his skin. Laito lets his hands slide around Ameto's face and kisses him lazily and long. Without hurrying, he gradually covers the soft skin of the other with his blood. The last part of the body that he soaks in his blood is the feet. When Laito looks up, he looks his brother in the face. Ameto's eyes are glassy. His blood has dried on his cheek. He's trembling. His lips look so dry, even though they are pink and puffy from the many kisses. "G-Give me..!" His voice breaks. He doesn't really need any words, because Laito knows exactly what he wants. However, he does not intend to leave it at that. "I'm not finished yet." He pulles Ame off the altar and his hand slips into his pants. Ameto's feet barely touch the cold floor. "C-Can't... stand..." Ame presses his face against Laito's hand. The older one feels a pleasant shiver. "Aren't you enjoying this very much?" He asks with a grin and pulles out his wet palm. Ame avoids his gaze. "I want to hear an answer." He lays his head on Laito's shoulder and guides his hand back. "Yes, I do. I love it." Give me blood. Give me blood. Fast. "T-Touch me more..!" Amazed, Laito obeys. "Hn..! Haa..!" Even though he only uses his hand, Ame trembles in front of him. His head is bowed, his mouth slightly open. The air flows in and out noisily. "L-Laito ..!" He puts his hand around the other's and thereby strengthens the grip. When he looks up, there are tears in his long eyelashes and he smiles tiredly. His body curls up. Whimpering, he sinks to the floor and pulls Laito onto his knees. His muscles ache. His arms and legs seem heavier than ever. Nevertheless, he puts his arms around the older man's neck and digs his teeth into the pale throat. The blood flowing into his mouth triggers feeling of relief and desire in him. Afterwards he simply lays his head on Laito's shoulder again. "I think I hate this." He doesn't. He loves this treatment. He loves the feeling of his wounds healing. That prickling and pleasurable sensation. He loves Laito.