#eleventh fatui

Your hand hovered over the bloodstained sword that was by your side, the fingers turning white with how tightly you held it, trembling, panting, eyes unfocusing while you took in rather grateful the little minutes that he gave you to rest. Injuries, cuts, and bruises littered the exposed skin of your arms, legs, and face, indications of what an intense battle this was. Blood soaked into your clothes, making them slick against your skin, a disgusted scoff leaving your lips. 'This will be a pain to clean..'

Click. Clack. Click

The sound of black heels caught your attention, one eye closed, swollen, ready to burst into a show of yellow, green, and purple colors, showing just how injured you were. Blood trickled down from your hairline, making your sight slightly blurry but you could see through the hazy gaze, the male was approaching at a slow pace, his red cape flowing elegantly while the two weapons were in his arms swirled with power, water cascading and enveloping his fingers. If you weren't terrified of the power in front of you, you could've complimented the scene, it was magnifique! So mesmerizing.

"My, my, are you tired yet, little rabbit?" The way he mockingly looked down at you, that arrogant and superior aura that was meaning thru every pore of his. It irked you. So, so much! So much you wished looks could kill! Burning holes into his face wasn't enough to stop that sadist side of his from slipping past his usual calm and childish demeanor.

"No, not one bit. Just taking in some breaths! You don't have to pity me. Just give me five more minutes and I'll cut up that pretty face of yours!" Your words definitely didn't hold as much power as you wanted, slightly shaking and taking deep breaths to calm your aching and speeding heart, the male leaning closer until his shoes were in your view, eyes trailing up his long legs, past his clenched hands only to close your eyes, waiting for that fatal blow. One to knock you out cold or take you out of this misery.

But no, his cold gloved fingers cradled your heated cheeks, squeezing on the flesh until your lips puckered up, eyes opening in shock once you could feel one of his blades slicing slowly, so agonizingly slowly, skin rupturing under the sharp blades, blood dripping down and mixing with the water circling it, while his blue orbs, those damn blue orbs stared into your (e/c) ones.

"What?" You asked in retaliation, a weak sound leaving your slightly parted lips once he probed the cut he made, hands shaking while your fingers loosened its grip on the sword, taking a minute for your brain to process what he was doing. What was he doing? Taking you as a weakling? Probably to mock you more since you were unable to strike, even now, when he was so dangerously close to you. "Every time we meet, I can't help but love that fear blooming in your eyes, the way you tremble under my power. Look at you! I could end you (Y/N)! I could end it all! Bring your head to the others! Raise myself in my ranks! But no..! I cou—" He took a shaky breath, his grip becoming more softly and carrying, his other hand was stroking down your wild (h/c) locks, the weapons discarded at one point but you were too struck by this scene to even bother where the hell he sent his weapons.

"I couldn't..." He started again, shifting his position on his knees to be at eye level with you. Blue staring into frightened (e/c) ones, his caresses making you become slightly drowsy, eyelids growing heavy, was the adrenaline rush leaving you? No, you can't fall asleep now! What was this guy just babbling about? One second he was this close to end you, now he was here, letting his own clothes soak up into the blood and sweat you shed, no remorse evident in his eyes or his posture but his words were growing quite faint in your ears. The blood loss was making itself present.

"You know why I couldn't do that? Why do we always meet and I never take that leap to give the final strike?" Your breath hitched at that, the only working eye right now looking at him, scanning his perfect face, words caught in your throat once your senses were invaded by his scent, cinnamon, salty water, and something else.. Was he hugging you? His right hand moved from your injured cheek to wrap around your waist, moving you until he could hoist you up, chuckling at the weak sound you made, shifting position in his hold, staring blankly up at him and his actions only to have a red hue spread on your (s/c) cheeks. What was this madness? What he intended to do.

"I can't help it, truly, I've been trying too but since that day, the first time our swords met, I couldn't stop thinking about you. You're so..intoxicating! Like a drug I can't get enough of. So maybe, you could come and visit me more, if you please, once you patch yourself up."His tongue licked at a lone drop of blood dripping down his cheek from your own bloodied mess, fingers curling into the plump skin of your legs, taking in the sight in his arms and you could swear, it was a sight he enjoyed. The bloody bastard was enjoying this! Hurting, manipulating, pulling your string, just to act all affectionate like this at the end. This wasn't the first time you two encountered, you always came weekly to fight against him, the more power flew into you, the stronger he got, the more he dominated you in battle, it was infuriating!

You could easily dominate him, if so you had the powers back then, you would wipe that smug smirk he wore right now, his shoes clicking on the floor while he bought you to the entrance of the Golden House.

Click. Clack. Click

His strong arms moved you around, leaving you to use the entrance door as support to rest your body on it, Paimon was on the other side, being stuck and unable to reach you despite how much the little fella tried to reach you. Paimon was probably worried sick, she would throw a tantrum at the sight of the bloodied and bruised mess you were.

Tartaglia did a number on you this time. As you use the door, reaching for the handle and turning your back on the enemy, a huge and grave mistake, you thought but silly you weren't ready for two hands trapping your smaller body against the door, fingers hovering over the handle while your eyes widened in fear. Did he change his mind? Would he give that fatal blow finally? Your mind was running a mile per second right now, everything stopping in time once a wet appendance touched the back of your neck, blood-freezing cold at the touch while you let out a weak moan.

What a submissive sound that was. The embarrassment was swallowing you up right now, a little hiss-like sound going thru your clenched together teeth, shifting your body despite its protest of how injured you had gotten. You turned around a little to glance at the male, watching how he made a sound of approval at the taste of blood, your blood. He was smearing it on his lips like lipstick, keeping that intense eye contact until he licked the tip of his covered thumb and smacked his lips with approval, the little smirk creeping on his lips right after while you shuddered. "W-Why..why you did that!!?"Staring at him, you couldn't control the emotions you felt right now, not liking how he was playing with your feelings, this whole tornado of emotions was enough to swallow you, everything this psycho did to you today, was enough to make you crash down and surrender.

"What? That? A little taste, just until you come back next week. You promised me a rematch weekly, right? Then, show me, comrade, show me how strong you can get until our next visit." Giving a slow wave and bow, the male turned on his heels to go back inside the Golden House, the echoing of those blasted shoes of his was all you heard until your body crashed into the door behind you, opening it with the last bit of strength you had.

Paimon floating right next to you once she spotted that you were back only to become shocked and try to help you, noticing just now how badly you got injured but she couldn't help but ask what's with that blush on your cheeks.