#d.garvas

Garvas leaned back in his office chair, sliding to the side with a smirk. “Ah Eden! How went your most recent academic adventure?”

Eden scoffed, “hardly could be called that, nothing more than a simple autopsy. Nothing noteworthy to learn from that that I don’t already know.”

“I must say your intimate knowledge with the human body fascinates me,” Garvas’s grin widened as he plucked up a scalpel from his desk, “might I ask for a demonstration?”

Eden moved forward, taking the scalpel and examining it with interest, “what do you wish to see?”

“Where would one stab to kill someone?”

Eden smiled, running the scalpel through the buttons of Garvas’s shirt first.

“The most obvious spot, the heart,” Eden traced lines, scratching the skin but not cutting hard enough to bleed, “a larger target would be the lungs, but you’d need a decent knife for that.”

He traced the scalpel lower, “you could aim for the stomach, the acid from it would burn through the organs should a hole allow it freedom. Or if you know the victim to have one, the appendix can be deadly too.”

It was hard to ignore the interest Garvas was taking in the blade running along his skin. Eden would figure it has been quite a long time since he had experienced pleasures of the flesh. Fuck up as he is. Though Eden was finding himself interested as well. Guess his mental state wasn’t much better.

“Then there’s of course, the wrists.” The blade of the scalpel made its way over, “the major artery there would cause severe blood loss, especially if the cut is deep.”

The scalpel moved up, resting on Garvas’s Adam’s apple, “and of course, the throat has many arteries to sever. Same result as the wrist.”

“And where,” Garvas swallowed, the blade digging into his skin, a small drop of blood spilling slowly, “would you stab to cause pain but not to kill immediately?”

Eden hummed, “anywhere there isn’t vital organs, the shoulders, the arms, legs, or here,” the scalpel moved to a spot on the torso that would survive stabbing, “the penis would also work.”

Garvas yanked Eden in, biting more than kissing, the scalpel getting shoved into his flesh as they were pressed together.

Lips red, puffed and bit, Eden pulled back, aware he was now in the older man’s lap. “And how,” he panted, “would you kill someone?”

Garvas chuckled darkly, “I tend to enjoy watching the fear set in,” he grabbed Eden by the throat, shoving him atop the desk, “watching the air escape them, desperation setting in.”

Eden found a gun pressed to his chin, unsure of where exactly it came from.

“Or, watch as they touch a freshly shot wound, pulling away a bloodied hand. Bleeding out with the last thought in their sorry little head being shock.”

Garvas grinned, maniacal as he cocked the gun. His free hand still held Eden by the throat.

“You’re not afraid of me though, are you Eden?”

“No,” Eden moved a hand to the scalpel that was still lodged in the older man’s torso, pushing it in further, “you have no reason to want to kill me.”

It probably wasn’t normal for a groan of pleasure to come from a blade piercing further into Garvas, but that was what Eden heard. The hand around his neck tightened, cutting off his air. The click of the trigger being pulled came through the blood pounding in his ears. The gun was empty.

“You’re right,” Garvas leaned in once more, causing the scalpel to dig into his body, “you’re too useful to kill. Truly, an indispensable resource to me.”

The pressure around Eden’s neck released, causing the young man to gasp for air, before his lips were captured by the older man.

The gun was tossed carelessly to the side, Garvas’s now free hand slid down to roughly cup Eden’s erection. The younger man groaning in delight.

This was not the first time something like this had happened, them falling together in a mockery of intimacy.

Eden knew there was no love in this, just a desire for release. Both he and Garvas had no capacity for something as messy as love.

Still… when Garvas got into it he became a lot less cruel and much more caring. Eden knew it would pass as soon as it was over but for the moment, he could pretend his bloodied hands were loved.

Eden found himself lifted off the desk by rough hands, carried to the small sofa in the room for when Garvas had to speak to important people. He watched the older man shrug off the ruined shirt, and pulled the scalpel out of his torso. Eden had the presence of mind to unbutton his own shirt, knowing if he didn’t that it would share the same fate as Garvas’s and he didn’t have a spare.

Garvas watched with a dark expression, and stopped Eden from fully removing his shirt and coat. He tugged it down far enough that Eden was restrained by his own clothes. A knee pressed onto his clothed erection hard, and he whined trying to both press into the friction and shy away from it. Pleasure with a sharp cut of pain, he wouldn’t have anything else with Garvas.

The older man smiled, kinder than before, and kissed Eden softly. He pulled both of their pants down just enough to free their cocks, adjusting their position to press them together in his firm grip.

Despite the semi frequent occasions where this happens, Eden hadn’t gotten used to stimulation. His thighs twitched and he leaned his head onto Garvas’s shoulder, whimpering and panting. The older man’s free hand rubbed Eden’s back with gentle circles.

Of course, when both men were spent, the gentleness was gone. Garvas moved with purpose to redress and get back to work. Eden cleaned himself off and redid the buttons on his shirt.

“I appreciated that demonstration,” Garvas said.