#lustbitten

based on this!

"One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass."

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Quiet for but a moment, as he observed Maya crouch, in an almost defeated manner; he felt stupid for even asking if she was okay. How could she be? After what he had just witnessed, he had to imagine that she was spiraling out of control on the inside, and likely would have been on the outside too, if she wasn’t so injured. The sight of blood pouring through her fingers, puddling below her, made Juro snap out of his daze.

Hurriedly, the hunter rushed to her aid, kneeling beside her. The scent of her blood tickled his nose, but for once? He was just genuinely disgusted by it. There was no ferocious desire to drink it. No wish to feel it seep down his throat. A sigh escaped him, of relief, that he could hope that he could help her without making things worse. Cautiously, he’d touch her arm, hesitant should as it was clear that she was in shot. It was not his intention to surprise her, or scare her by his presence.

Thereafter, making himself known to be there for her, he would quickly take off his tie, and motion to wrap it around her neck in a rushed attempt to help slow the bleeding. By the looks of it, Tsubasa had torn into her like a beast, and that only made him want to hunt the bastard down that much more. How could he betray her like this!? 

Gentle, and careful not to constrict her air-flow, he would secure the tie around her throat, before then taking off his black trench coat, and swinging it around her shoulders, to cover her up. He didn’t expect her to speak, or move, or have to worry about doing anything else for the moment. It felt to him that he was somehow still responsible for this, even if his hollow self was separated from him now. This provided another very good reason to rid the world of that demon. Juro’s fierce ambition to put an end to Tsubasa’s tyranny became an unquestionable objective.

With ease, and almost grace, Juro would open his arm to her, a hand reaching around back to meet her upper arm opposite of himself, while the other motioned behind her knees. It was his intention to carry her back to her apartment. Luckily, it wasn’t far, and luckily, he remembered where it was located. Juro tried to imagine that she would be more comfortable in the safety of her own home, rather than here.

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Generally speaking, it isn’t difficult for her to stay up until the late hours of the night. If anything, that’s the time when she’s the most lively. But, a few hours spent feverishly hunting has left her completed and utterly exhausted. She has little energy left in her to fight off the temptation of sleep.

It’s only when she feels the rustle of blankets and hears the familiar, heavenly voice that any thought of sleep vanishes from her mind.

“Hmm… Welcome back.” A low, groggy hum escapes her throat as a lazy smile curls at her lips, in response to the nuzzling. The strength that she lost comes back somewhat, due to Frejha’s presence alone. Simply having her home, being able to touch her and feel her warmth, is more than enough to have her forget how sore she is.

An arm lifts and curls around the other’s waist as she slowly rolls over, pinning Frejha beneath her. Her palms press into the bed, hands planted by each side of the other’s head to keep her supported. Red, messy locks obscure her face from view ever so slightly, but even in the darkness of the room, her smile still shows.

     IT WAS MORNING, HE knew, and yet, Ozymandias was far too comfortable with the warmth of his bedding to move. He wanted to enjoy it a little while longer before he greeted the day, for there was little to no reason to not enjoy himself and this moment of peace. The Pharaoh had felt the shifting of weight upon his bed, and though it was a suspicious thing, his mind still drifted. It was his cat, he told himself. After all, his Master would never dare attempt to step into this room and wake him unless it was something of great importance. However…surely his sweet feline was not this heavy? It was then that the questions grow from that singular thought, eyes slowly opening long before the hand that touched his chest. 

     Quickly did gold meet color so close to his own, pupils slit like an angry cat at the nerve of being awoken in such a way. The rage only lasted a moment. It did not take long for him to take in that collar and when he did, on did that explain a few things. He knew cats were very intelligent, but there had been something different about the black feline that would come to him on a regular basis. Their intellect had still been bestial, although at the same time, not quite. They had understood his words with eerie accuracy sometimes. ❝Mm…I see now.❞ Other’s naked form did not bother him. He was used to such sights and thought nothing of it (it was just a body, nothing more); just their everything else was what held his attention.