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Awsten smashes into the floor face first, nose cracking and definitely broken by the impact. He tries to get up and stumbles, nearly falling on the floor again before catching himself. He can feel warm blood start to drip down his face and he hurries to wipe it away with the back of his hand. "Awsten?" he hears Michael call from behind him, without any of the concern you would expect to find there. It sounds like a threat. His body freezes and he can hear footsteps in the hallway getting closer and closer and knows he should probably start running, but he's still dazed from the impact and can't find his footing. A hand roughly grabs onto his shoulder and he barely has time to react before he's being flipped on his back and pinned to the ground, almost entirely boxed in by the man above him. Awsten tries to kick at Michael, but the angle is too steep to put any power behind it. The kick barely phases Michael, who shoves his leg to the ground and adjusts his stance to pin them together.
Michael moves his hands up to Awsten's chest and digs his nails in deep. His blunt nails aren't able to pierce his skin, but the weight makes Awsten's chest start to ache. Michael starts to drag his hands down Awsten's chest, agonizingly slowly, making Awsten whine at the pain. He latches his hands around Michael's wrists and tries to wrench him off, to no avail. "Mike-" his protest is cut off with a gasp before it even forms, Michael digging his nails deeper and turning the dull pain into a sharp sting. Awsten starts trying to scratch at Michael in retaliation, which seems to be Michael's last straw as he grabs Awsten's wrists and pins them above his head.
Michael's mouth is on his in an instant, hungry and desperate. It's all teeth and Awsten is panting into his mouth and god, it takes every ounce of self-control for Michael to not bite clean through his jaw right now. He can taste the copper and iron from Awsten's bloody nose and resists the urge to lick it clean. As good as his blood tastes, he looks even better covered in it.
Michael's hand starts to wander back down to Awsten's stomach. He rests his hand on his hip and can feel him tense underneath him. He knows every line of Awsten's body by heart at this point, but he decides to take his time tracing them anyways, wanting to savor them before he inevitably mangles them. He traces the outline of his barely visible vivisection scar. The moment doesn't last forever, though. He can tell they're both getting impatient.
As much as Michael loves making out with Awsten, every cell in his body is brimming with barely controlled bloodlust. He can feel Awsten shudder as he digs his nails into his stomach, trying to puncture his skin but failing. His nails are cut too flat to deal any damage, which means he'll have to try a different approach. He begrudgingly separates his mouth from Awsten's, who lets out a small whine at the loss of contact.
Awsten licks his lips, tasting the blood that's still flowing out of his nose. He opens his eyes to see Michael hunched over him, teeth bared and snarling like some sort of rabid animal. He can feel anxiety seize him at the sight. Awsten manages to wriggle his hands free from Michael's grip and tries crawling as fast as he can, but his hands keep slipping on the tile. Michael dives his head down just as Awsten manages to get a grip and scrambles. Michael completely misses his mark. Instead of biting into Awsten's stomach, he latches onto his inner thigh. Awsten cries out and tries to kick Michael off, but Michael just sinks his teeth in even deeper, securing himself to thigh like a parasite. And fuck, it hurts, even with Awsten's dulled sense of pain. He can feel muscle rip and tendons snap as Michael bites impossibly deeper, threatening to rip off an entire chunk of the limb.
Awsten shoves a free hand into Michael's hair and yanks. Michael barely reacts. "Get the hell off of me, you stupid fucking dog!" he cries, continuing to pull at his hair in an attempt to free himself. Michael grabs Awsten's wrist and twists, hard enough to leave bruises and just too weak to break it. Awsten relents. He pulls his hand away, hissing. "Motherfucker, can you-" he shakes his leg, again trying to dislodge Michael. "Get the fuck off me! Stop it!"
Awsten continues to flail like a dying animal. Michael knows it's all for show, though — Awsten had planned out the whole scene beforehand, and he hasn't used his safeword. Regardless, he'd be lying if he said this wasn't fulfilling for him. Hearing Awsten whine and beg and plead like his life depends on it is better than any high he's ever experienced.
Awsten kicks his thigh up to try and bash it into Michael's nose. All it does it give Michael the leverage he needs to fully snap his mouth shut, severing the last bit of muscle holding his thigh together. Michael pulls his head back. There's a slick line of blood and connective tissue that follows him up, still loosely attached to the piece of Awsten's flesh in his mouth. Awsten stares up at him, eyebrows furrowed, his eyes darting across Michael's face.
"Michael?" Awsten stutters. "Wait, what are-" he cuts himself off, eyes widening in realization. He kicks at Michael with his good leg. "Michael, you can't be serious, are you- are you actually?"
Michael nods. And then chews.
Awsten inhales sharply. He's suddenly hot all over and all he can do is watch as Michael grinds his flesh inbetween his teeth. He's methodical about it. He takes his time, savors it. Wipes his chin clean with the back of his hand. Awsten feels too much and not enough, the dull throb of the bite and the fluttering in his stomach and Michael's eyes on his. He closes his eyes before they can roll back in his head, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He's already getting worked up and they've barely even started.
Michael swallows. Awsten cracks his eyes open and watches as he licks his lips clean. Awsten backs away, just a little, and Michael sighs. He rests a hand on Awsten's waist and leans down. "Y'know…" he starts, resting his head a few inches away from Awsten's face. "You taste absolutely divine, my dear."
Awsten's eyes widen and he can feel his whole body flush at the attention. He throws an arm over his eyes and whines, and he hears Michael chuckle above him. "You can't just say shit like that, man," he mumbles.
"Why not? It's true." Michael leans in even closer, whispering into Awsten's ear. "I'd lick your bones clean every day if I could. Wouldn't waste a single pound of flesh." Awsten whines. "Haven't you tried eating yourself before? You've had to, yeah?"
Awsten shakes his head weakly. Sure, he's been curious, but he's always been paranoid about eating raw meat. He knows that's one of the only ways to get prion diseases, and knows that they practically turn you into a zombie before you die within the year. His regeneration probably makes him immune to them anyways, but he never said his fear was rational.
Michael hums. "Really though you would've at some point," he says. Awsten shrugs half-heartedly. "How about next time, I carve you up and cook you, hm? A nice, romantic dinner date with you as the main course." Awsten's dick twitches at that and Michael chuckles at his expense. God, he is so far gone. He feels Michael's hand wrap around his dick and he stifles a whimper. "Looks like someone's excited."
"Actually shut the fuck up, oh my god," he whines. Michael drags his hand up his dick as slow as physically possible, just to piss him off. He hears movement above him, and adjusts his arm to look. Michael's hand is shoved into the pocket of his cargo pants, shuffling around trying to find something. Awsten opens his mouth to ask what he's looking for, but his brain suddenly remembers what part of the scene they're in.
Michael's looking for his hunting knife.
Fear starts to coil around his throat. Awsten had been transfixed by the sight of Michael eating him and he'd completely forgotten his place in the scene. Despite being perfectly okay with being stabbed, both hypothetically and in practice, Awsten can't help the primal fear that comes with it. Previous times were easier to handle because of their methodical nature. Here, Michael has explicit instructions to tear into him like he's trying to kill him. He takes a deep breath. It's fine. Michael would stop the second he asks him to. He's not in any real danger and can heal back whatever's done to him. He's fine.
He exhales. There's still a hint of fear in the back of his mind, but it's more like the kind you'd feel right before the drop of a roller coaster. He opens his eyes to see Michael hovering above him, dramatically unsheathing the knife and raising it above his head. The second their eyes lock, though, Michael slowly lowers the knife. He pats Awsten's hip. "Are you alright? You look kinda off."
This is what Awsten meant. As rabid as Michael can get during these scenes, he still genuinely cares for Awsten and his wellbeing. He even makes sure to put the harshest of wounds in places Awsten's mouth can reach so he can kiss them better the second they're done. He can't help but roll his eyes, though. "You don't have to ask me if I'm alright every time you're about to stab me, y'know. I'm fine."
Michael furrows his brow slightly. "I just wanted to make sure. You had this… look in your eyes that you don't normally have. You remember the safeword, right?"
Awsten scoffs. "Yes, I remember the safeword, I'm literally the one that came up with it. Now can you get on with it and fucking-"
Michael swings the knife down as hard as he can, stabbing Awsten through his right shoulder. Awsten shrieks.
Before he has time to protest, Michael's dragging the knife diagonally down his chest. The pain completely drowns out whatever thoughts were in his head. It runs hot and thick through his veins and it hurts so fucking bad, and the numbness that normally comes from his abilities hasn't had the chance to kick in yet and it's horrible, terrible, agonizing. He barely registers the surge of blood that comes from Michael removing the knife, the sound of it clattering as Michael throws it behind him, or the hands that start to worm their way into the wound.
The numbness finally starts to kick in, and the pain dulls enough that Awsten can start to think again. The first thing he realizes is that he's embarrassingly hard right now. The second is that Michael's tearing his chest open like a rabid animal. The third is that oh, right, he's supposed to be fighting back.
Under normal circumstances, Awsten would be fully content to lie down and let Michael do whatever the hell he wants to him. But this time around, Michael specifically requested Awsten to try and fight back. To resist and manhandle Michael away whenever he tried to get close. Something about "enjoying the struggle." Awsten gets it, but he much prefers to be a passive participant as Michael cuts him open.
With a sudden surge of strength, Awsten grabs onto Michael's wrists and wrenches him away. Michael keeps slipping out of his grip and trying to return to the wound, but Awsten is determined to stop him. He starts clawing at Michael's face, bashing his knee up into his chest, anything he can think of to get Michael off of him. He's hyper-aware of the feeling of his intestines sliding around in his abdomen as he struggles. Eventually he gets a hand inside Michael's mouth and uses it as leverage to try and get him away, but Michael refuses to give up.
He bites down. Hard. He starts to grind his teeth and shake his head, shredding the skin on Awsten's hand. No matter how hard Awsten tries, he can't get his hand away. He tries to use his other hand to pry open Michael's jaw and free himself, but he can't. His flesh is practically being sliced into ribbons as blood sprays everywhere and all he can do is watch. Awsten thinks he can feel himself start to cry as he begs and pleads for Michael to let him go, but he can't really feel much of anything right now. Michael refuses to relent, shredding down through the muscle and grinding against his bones.
Eventually, he gives up. He collapses on the floor in defeat, whimpering as Michael finally decides to let go of his hand. Awsten's body is completely soaked in blood at this point, the slice on his chest bleeding lazily while the arteries in his hand are still spurting hot blood all over the kitchen floor. The two of them remain still for a moment, both with heaving chests as they try and catch their breath. "What? Did you lose the will to fight?" Michael taunts, but Awsten doesn't take the bait. He snarls. "I know you can do better than that." Awsten whines in response.
Michael's impatient. He locks his hands into Awsten's ribcage and drags him so he's sitting upright. Awsten slouches over in defeat, wrapping his good hand around Michael's neck for support while refusing to look up at him. He's shaking, just slightly. His intestines fall out of his stomach and coil around his leaking cock.
Michael leans in close, barely an inch away from Awsten's ear. He can hear him murmuring to himself, a near incomprehensible string of "please" and "'m sorry" and "more." He grins. It's always a treat to see Awsten this desperate this early.
"Sorry, what was that?" Michael whispers, grip on his ribcage tightening. Awsten doesn't respond. "C'mon, speak up. I couldn't hear you." Awsten threads his fingers into Michael's hair. His breaths are labored, eyes unfocused. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Michael shakes him, lightly. "You need to use your words, honey. I can't help you if you don't tell me what you want." He's all but ready to drop the act and start worrying when Awsten finally speaks up.
"I want-" he cuts himself off with a whimper. "More. Please, please, I promise I'll be good, I swear, you can do whatever you want, just…" he trails off into a mumble that Michael can't quite hear. "Please."
Michael moves a hand down Awsten's groin, wrapping around Awsten's dick and squeezing lightly. "God, you're fuckin' pathetic, y'know?" Awsten whimpers as Michael continues. "You try to put up this big fight and you just can't. It's sad honestly. I thought this would be more of a challenge, but you're all talk." With that, Michael grips Awsten hard, and gives him a too-tight tug from the base to the tip of his cock. Awsten cries out and his stomach squeezes, contents sloshing. Michael changes his grip, loosely holding the middle of Awstens cock to circle the steadily leaking tip with his thumb. "Oh come on, you can do better than that." Michael tuts and slides his thumb against Awsten's slit. A sharp intake of breath follows and Awsten's throat feels thick, his eyes brimming with tears. If this were any other time Michael would've dialed it back by now, would've granted Awsten a lazing handjob, but he knows better. Michael knows that's the last thing Awsten wants right now, try as he might to resist. Michael continues sliding his thumb over Awsten's slit, listening to Awsten hiccup and mutter. A forceful sob wrenches its way out of Awsten's chest, and Michael grinds the tip of his thumb against Awsten's urethra.
"Please, 'm so close, I'm gonna-" Before Awsten can finish babbling, Michael slams him back on the floor, pinning him to the ground and gripping his dick so hard he's afraid it'll burst.
"If you cum now," Michael snarls, "I'm tying you up and dumping your body in the backyard and letting you bleed out. Is that clear?" Awsten's dick twitches in his hand and he nods, face flushed and chest heaving.
"Yes sir, sorry sir," Awsten mumbles out. He knows Michael's threat is baseless, he's literally incapable of bleeding out, but he plays along.
"Good. I'm glad you know your place." Michael leans in and places a gentle kiss to his cheek. Awsten's brain has completely fizzled out at this point, all the fight having already left his body. He watches as Michael raises himself up over the gash in his stomach, and feels his hips twitch as Michael adjusts his grip on his cock. Michael's staring directly into his eyes, and it takes Awsten a second to remember that means he's waiting for a go-ahead.
"Please," Awsten half whispers and half whines, and that's all the confirmation Michael needs. He dunks his head straight into Awsten's abdomen, teeth shredding through his intestines and anything else that gets in his way. Awsten moves his good hand to rest on Michael's head, gripping his scalp lightly. It's like he's watching a rabid animal tear through a rotting corpse, blinded by instinct and impulse. Awsten's hand tightens in Michael's hair, eliciting a whimper that rattles Awsten's bones.
Blood and little chunks of flesh and connective tissue fly everywhere. Michael tries to start stroking Awsten again, but his pace is horrible and his grip is too tight and Awsten's desperately bucking his hips to try and set some sort of rhythm again. Michael sinks his teeth firmly into Awsten's small intestine and tugs once, twice, three times before he manages to dislodge them. He lifts his head out of Awsten's abdomen and the sight nearly leaves Awsten breathless.
There's not a single spot on his face that isn't soaked in blood. It drips off his nose, his chin, the tips of his hair, splattering onto their bodies and the tile below them. His intestine trails out of his mouth like a dog's rope toy, and he's slowly grinding his teeth in an attempt to sever the connection. Awsten opens his mouth to speak, but he's at a complete loss for words. Michael just looks so… beautiful. Divine, even. Michael starts violently shaking his head back and forth, struggling to tear through the flesh in his mouth. Blood flies off his face and manages to spray onto the walls. His intestine does too, shredded into pieces just like his hand was.
His stomach feels hollow. Most of his intestine has been entirely dislodged from his body at this point, and he can feel its absence. Michael chews and swallows what's left of the meat in his mouth, glaring down at Awsten as his hips buck up again. Awsten moans, high and whiny, clearly getting desperate for release. Michael has other plans, though.
He releases Awsten from his grip. He tries to unbuckle his belt as fast as possible, but Awsten's already trying to crawl away from him. He's clearly struggling with the movement, dazed from the pain and the pleasure, but he still manages to put a bit of distance between them. The second Michael gets his belt undone, he surges forward and latches his hands through Awsten's ribcage, dragging him back and slamming his crotch against his knee. His dick rubs against the fabric of Michael's pants and he can't help but moan at the friction. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" Michael growls, and Awsten feels a small shiver run down his spine.
"Sorry, 'm sorry sir, I didn't-" He lets out a shuddering breath, body squirming under the heat of Michael's gaze. Whatever he was going to say dies before it reaches his tongue, instead babbling out more apologies than Michael knows what to do with. Michael almost feels sorry for teasing Awsten for so long, leaving him on the cusp of his climax, but his own dick is throbbing and begging for attention. Michael doesn't think he can last another second like this.
Michael licks his lips. "Don't worry darling, you'll get your turn eventually." He dunks a hand into Awsten's abdomen, swirling it around inside the near-empty cavity and coating it in blood. The second Michael lifts his hand out he's immediately shoving it under his boxers. Michael groans as he finally gets the attention he's been denied for far too long. He slips his boxers just low enough to get his dick free, and he hears Awsten's breath hitch at the sight. Michael slides his hand down, using Awsten's blood to ease the slip of his cock. He starts slow at first, trying to establish a rhythm, and lets out a shaky breath as he lowers himself down to lay on Awsten's chest.
Now it's his turn to start mumbling incoherently. "God, you're so beautiful, so pretty just for me." Awsten wraps his arms around Michael's back, hand still bleeding from the earlier attack. "So, so pretty, 'm so glad you let me do this with you. I love you," he murmurs, placing a light kiss to Awsten's sternum. His free hand starts trying to snake its way up into Awsten's chest cavity, but it's stopped by his diaphragm. He leaves it there for a bit, feeling it expand and contract as Awsten breathes, feeling it stutter as Awsten struggles to keep his breathing steady.
"What happened to your tough guy act?" Awsten asks, clearly struggling to string words together. "I thought you wanted me dead." Michael starts feeling around the upper wall of Awsten's abdomen, trying and failing to find a way into his chest cavity.
"It's still there, don't get it twisted. Just consider yourself lucky today." He places another kiss to his sternum, still struggling to find an entry point. "I just… Fuck, hold on, I can't-" he mumbles, fingers unable to find a single gap between his diaphragm and ribcage. He feels Awsten tense underneath him as he continues to struggle, before eventually letting out a defeated sigh. "Excuse me for one moment, darling."
He lifts himself up and off of Awsten, who has to physically restrain himself from laughing. Michael's hand is still on his cock, moving in slow, steady strokes as he leaves to get the knife he unceremoniously tossed away earlier. Awsten lifts himself on his elbows to get a better look at the damage Michael has done to him.
To put it lightly, he looks like a rotted corpse. Stomach hollow, chest cut open, body completely caked in dried or coagulating blood. His intestines are partially strewn on the floor and his dick is leaking precum. God, he's absolutely fucking desperate for release here, legs shaking and dick aching, but he knows Michael will actually kill him for real if he starts trying to touch himself now. Thankfully, Michael returns almost as quickly as he left, hunting knife in hand.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," he says. Awsten lays back on the tile without needing to be told. Michael gently rests the knife on the cartilage that connects the ribs to the sternum, opting for the lowest set. He adjusts his grip on the knife slightly, taking a deep breath before starting to saw the knife back and forth. It takes more effort than Michael would expect, Awsten's entire body lurching underneath him with every thrust of the blade. He tries to stay focused on the task at hand and not get distracted by the sight of Awsten's organs sloshing inside him. Eventually, he manages to saw his way through the last little bit of cartilage keeping the rib connected. "There we go, that's better."
He lowers himself back down onto Awsten's chest, and can finally worm his free hand into his chest cavity. It's a lot hotter compared to his stomach, and he can feel Awsten's lungs expand and contract as he breathes. Poorly, might he add. Awsten's doing a terrible job of keeping himself calm. "Aww, what's the matter, darling?" Michael coos. "You're never this excited for me."
Awsten whines. "I'm fucking dying here, man, you keep fuckin' teasing me and it hurts which is a problem because I'm not s'posed to feel anything right now." He squirms underneath him, letting out a shuddering breath as his cock rubs up against Michael's leg.
"Did I ever say you couldn't touch yourself? That seems like a you problem." Michael feels his hand brush against Awsten's frantically beating heart and he pauses. He feels more than hears the gasp that escapes Awsten's lips, his hips barely bucking up underneath him. "You like that, don't you?" he teases, reaching his hand up to gently cup his heart.
The way it feels in his hand is absolutely disgusting. The way it's writhing is already a bit gross, being able to feel every surge of blood and every valve open and close, but Michael had completely forgotten about the pericardium. He can feel the liquid inside of it slosh as he grabs onto the heart, can feel as it bulges out in odd places as he tightens his grip, just barely. The texture of it is sickly smooth, almost like a bar of soap, but soap doesn't have a hunk of convulsing muscle on the inside. In any other circumstance, Michael would be completely and utterly freaked out, instantly retracting his hand and running as far away from this thing as possible. But not here, not now. Right now, he has Awsten's entire life in his hands. Literally. And god, what a feeling that is.
He smiles. "I could kill you right now." Awsten's hips twitch again, and he moves his good hand down to his dick. "I could rip this sack open and tear into your heart and that would be it, you'd be dead." He moves his head so it's resting right on top of his chest. Awsten's a complete and total wreck, panting heavily as his heart races in way that can't be healthy, his whole body flushed and sweating. "But I wouldn't do that to you. Not today, not ever. Because I," he starts, loosening his grip on Awsten's heart as he leans in even closer, "love you. So, so much."
Their lips connect, and Awsten lets out a surprised yelp, clearly not expecting Michael to be so tender with him. Michael literally feels his heart leap, beating frantically in his chest. There's passion in the kiss, but no hunger, no desperation, no bloodlust like there normally is. Just adoration. The two stay like that for a bit, a false sense of normalcy in such a fucked up scene. Awsten's heart finally starts to calm down a little, and that's when Michael makes his move.
He bites down hard on Awsten's lip while simultaneously tightening his grip on his heart, almost like he's trying to make it burst. Awsten moans loudly, back arching as his eyes roll back in his skull. "Fuck, oh my god, Michael," he whimpers, right on the edge of his orgasm. Michael grips his heart just a little bit harder and with that, Awsten's gone. He cums into his hand with a cry, his whole body shaking in ecstasy.
"Needy fucking dog," Michael teases, but he's right on the edge himself. He quickens his pace to match the way Awsten's heart is beating, and it doesn't take him that much longer to finish. The feeling of his heart frantically convulsing in his hand is what pushes him over the edge, cumming both on his hand and into Awsten's stomach cavity.
Awsten goes limp underneath Michael. He's completely fucking exhausted, his brain barely able to comprehend anything other than the pain that's slowly starting to break through the numbness. Michael's not faring much better, hand still clutched around Awsten's heart as he comes down from his high. It takes him a moment to collect himself, but once he does, he's up and moving.
Michael lifts himself up, retracting his hand from Awsten's chest cavity and making sure to disturb his broken rib as little as possible. He tries to wipe his face clean, but considering both his hands are completely covered in blood, he just ends up smearing it. Awsten is almost entirely motionless beneath him. He places a hand on Awsten's hip and gently pats it. "Aws, are you awake? We need to get you cleaned up."
Awsten doesn't respond.
Another pat. "You need to heal yourself or it's gonna start hurting again and you're gonna bitch about it." Still no response. Michael's trying very hard not to work himself into a panic. Right as he's about to start freaking out, Awsten raises himself up onto his elbows, visibly strained. He places a kiss to the incision on his shoulder before collapsing back onto the floor with a groan. Michael lets out a small sigh of relief.
Michael leaves to get cleaning supplies and water while Awsten heals himself. The bits of his intestine that had been torn off start to rot away while the more in-tact sections work to reconnect. They slither their way back into his abdomen, the rest of his internals already repositioned in their rightful spots. His broken rib creaks as it moves back into place and the cartilage starts to fuse back together. Muscle and skin stretch to cover the gash, stitching Awsten up like nothing ever happened in the first place. His hand and thigh are still injured, but Awsten makes no move to heal them, instead opting to lay on the floor and feel like garbage instead.
Eventually, Michael returns with a roll of paper towels and two water bottles, one for each of them. He's cleaned his arms and hands of blood, but his face and clothes are still soaked. He immediately gets to work, ripping off towel after towel and using them to clean Awsten's chest and scrub the floor. He'll definitely have to come back with something stronger, but right now he's more worried about making sure Awsten's okay.
"How was that, was it good? Did I go too far?" he asks, continuing to clean. Awsten sighs.
"'S good, you did good. I'm just fuckin' tired after all that."
"Do you need water? I brought some over for you." He goes to clean Awsten's hand only to find it still injured. "Dude, you need to heal yourself. You can't keep leaving shit untreated like this."
"I know, I know, I'm fuckin' getting there, alright?" He blindly reaches for a water bottle, which Michael grabs and hands to him. He gives a quick thank-you before untwisting the cap and drinking almost the entire thing in one go. Michael continues to clean up more of the blood, slowly working his way down Awsten's body. "So fucking stupid, I hate that this shit only starts to hurt right after we finish. No fun allowed."
Michael scoffs. "Like the rest of it isn't fun? What, you just wanna cuddle and bleed all over me?"
"You know what I mean, it's a chore having to clean all of this up and it hurts like a bitch. Let me complain."
"Maybe you should try treating your wounds as we go so you don't have to sit on the floor and complain afterwards." He grabs Awsten's mangled hand and leads it up to his face. Awsten rolls his eyes and shoves nearly his entire hand into his mouth. When he pulls it out a few seconds later, all the wounds have already closed and scarred over.
Michael reaches for his knife again and gently presses it to the bite on Awsten's thigh. The bleeding has mostly stopped, but there's still a decently sized chunk of flesh missing. "Sorry for this," he says, before pressing the knife into the bite. Awsten hisses through his teeth as Michael drags the knife up to his knee in a shallow cut. The second he pulls away Awsten sits up, folding his knee to his chest so he can kiss the newly made cut. In doing so, both it and the bite start to heal.
In their time together, they've started to discover more strange quirks involving Awsten's regeneration, this being one of them. Since the cut and the bite were connected, they count as the same injury and are healed simultaneously. They use this loophole to help Awsten heal wounds in places his mouth can't normally reach. Both of them have agreed to not question the logic of Awsten's powers and just accept whatever oddities they find. It's easier that way.
Regardless, the wound is healed and they're both mostly clean at this point. Michael finishes cleaning the last bit of blood off his dick and Awsten leans into his shoulder, whining. "I wanna go to bed, I'm fuckin' exhausted."
Michael rolls his eyes and brings a hand up to cradle Awsten's head. "Do you even have enough strength left in you to stand?"
Awsten thinks for a moment. "Probably not."
"Are you asking me to carry you to bed?"
"…Maybe."
"You spoiled fuckin' brat," Michael huffs, but he hooks an arm under Awsten's legs anyways. He takes a moment to adjust before lifting them both off the ground. "We're taking a bath first. I do not want more of your blood on my sheets."
"But I wanna go to bed now," Awsten whines, definitely not sounding like an annoying child.
Michael starts making his way through the kitchen and towards the bathroom, pressing a kiss to Awsten's scalp. "You know you love me."
"No I don't, actually, this is a purely transactional relationship. Fuck you." Michael laughs, and Awsten's heart melts a little at the sound. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Awsten nuzzles into Michael's neck, purely content and satisfied knowing soon he would be in bed, the pain would subside, and Michael would shower him with warmth until they both drifted into unconsciousness.