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[ he hates this. he's always hated this, but -- mika knows what he has to do to survive. he's always known. his mind doesn't need to be controlled to know to press into the kiss, to rock his body into felid's with need --- to play it up like he actually wants him. ]

[He knows damn well Mika doesn't want it, that's what makes it more fun. Watching Mika pretend something they both know isn't true. He laughs into the kiss and settles his hands on Mika's ass, grinding obligingly against him.]

[ what a disgusting, disgusting laugh. he bites down on felid's bottom lip -- not trying all that hard to be gentle. ]

[He laughs again and yanks Mika back by the hair, dragging his nails sharply down the boy's chest.]

Pluck out your right eye, Mika.

[ ------------what?

losing body parts is only an inconvenience to vampires. he knows this. but, he was human once. that thought is still terrifying, it still makes his breath catch and his heart race when his left arm starts moving up across his body, as his fingers plunge into the socket with a stomach-churning squelch and enough pain to make him whimper. ]

Now draw it out, Mika ♥

[He watches, amused and turned on by Mikaela's fear.]

[ this is so much more excruciating than cleanly, quickly getting a sword through his chest. he knows this will heal quickly - he knows that it's not a problem, but it's slow and it's painful and he still has vision in that eye until he pulls, snapping the nerve with a scared, pained cry. ]

How lovely you look. How would you fancy being blind?

---Shut up-

Answer.

I wouldn't?

[ what the fuck kind of question ]

[He laughs and tangles his fingers in Mika's hair.]

Kneel between my legs.

[ he kneels, glaring up and clenching his empty eye socket. ]

You do know what to do from that position.

[ yeah, he does. without a sound, he bring his hands to start undoing felid's pants. ---he doesn't need a command, he knows there'll be one if he doesn't, and felid will get off that much more if mika is difficult. ]

[He settles his fingers in Mika's hair, smiling as he watches him, not commenting, just letting him continue.]

[ there's no feeling to it. it's methodical, almost robotic the way that mika takes felid's cock, stroking it for a moment before running his tongue up the length of the shaft. ]

That won't do. Let met see your eye.

[ ...silently, he looks up. it's already starting to reform -- if he wanted it to be like this, he should have been faster. ]

[He sticks a finger in what's left of the wound, wiggling it.]

[ he cries out in pain, immedietly turning his head to try to get him away. it hurts, and if he makes him regenerate over and over it's going to get old fast --- ]

Stay still.

[He shoves another finger in, forcing the regenerating eye to stop, scraping out the eye socket with his fingernails.]

[ ---he stops. with that command, he can't move his body at all. the sharp nails that scrape his eye make him whine -- he's getting use to the pain of it, at least ---- ]

[He slides his fingers through the mess, just absolutely enjoying feeling out Mika's eye socket.]

How do you feel?

Hurts---