#^ said thru gritted teeth tears & choked sobs.

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If It’s What I Want (Dean Winchester x Castiel)

Tags: 18+, smut, m/m sex. oral sex. anal sex, wrist restraints, dom!brow

"Really, Dean?" asked Castiel, cocking one eyebrow as the hunter's plate was set down on the table at the diner.

Dean stared back defiantly. "Look, I'm a grown man and if its what I want, I'm gonna order it. And what I want is a bacon double cheeseburger royale for breakfast." He picked up the burger and took a bite, chewing nosily before wiping the back of his hand across his glistening lips.

Sam shook his head, his long chestnut hair grazing against his cheekbones. Dean shoved his brother playfully and smirked, then turned back to face Cas. Lips still curled, he repeated, "It's what I want." Cas watched him for a long time. Dean raised his eyebrows in a mock-sexy stare. "See something you like, angel baby?"

Sam shook his head again. "Oh my Chuck, guys, get a room." Standing up to his full height, he slapped his older brother on the shoulder. "Dean, enjoy your heart attack on a plate. I'm gonna go check out that source. Cas, keep your angel radio on in case I need you."

Cas nodded at him quizzically and reached into his coat pocket. "Or you could call my cellular telephone."

Sam nodded, and loped off.

Castiel watched Dean enjoy every bite of his burger. Dean could feel the intense stare from his blue eyes but pretended not to. When he had finished, he stretched, his shirt pulling tight over his broad chest. Finally, he folded his arms on the table and looked back at Cas. The angel was regarding him with a serious gaze, his brow furrowed.

"Dean," he asked finally, "Is there anything else you-" his voice dropped even lower- "you want?"

Dean took a drink of water, then licked his pouty lips. He dropped his chin and looked up at Cas thru long lashes. His candy apple green eyes flashed with delight.

"Why angel baby," he smirked, "I thought you'd never ask."

...

Once back inside the hotel room, Castiel took Dean's face in his hands and kissed him, hard. Dean sighed appreciatively. Then Cas pushed him away.

"Ow, Cas," Dean whined, glancing down "what did you do that for?"

"I don't like when you mock and defy me," growled Cas. Dean glanced up at him. The angel cocked one eyebrow and slowly nodded. His perfectly stubbled jawline was set. A shiver ran thru Dean. He could not resist when Cas looked at him that way.

"Please, Cas," he begged. Cas' lips curled.

"I really enjoy being obeyed," he sneered.

Dean's face was flushed, his heart pounding. "Ill obey you," he promised, "Its all I really want."

...

Lust flashed thru Cas' blue eyes. Dean took that as permission to lean in and kiss him again. Cas pressed his broad shoulders back, pinning him against the wall. He kissed Dean along his jawline, the stubble grazing his chin. He kissed Dean right beside his full lips, and Dean whimpered again. His hands slipped up the lapels of Cas' tan coat.  Then their mouths were pressed together hard, their tongues twisting and exploring one another's mouths. 

Cas pushed Dean's plaid shirt down his toned arms but kept his wrists tangled in the fabric. His hands caught in the shirt, Dean could no longer reach for Cas but Cas was pressed up against him, their hips grinding together. Cas yanked his hands sideways and tossed Dean onto the bed, letting the plaid shirt fall away.

"Take off your tshirt, Dean," he commanded. Dean did, the motion rippling his muscles. Cas slowly slipped off his coat, then unbuttoned his shirt, dropping it to the floor with his blue tie. He looked at Dean, sitting on the bed. An idea came to him. He picked up the tie and walked to the bed.

Cocking one eyebrow, he pinned Dean back to the bed with a smoldering gaze. He pulled the tie thru his strong hands. Dean's lower lip trembled and he breathed out, "Cas..."

"I'm going to tie you up, and then I'm going to pleasure you, and you

won't

make

a

sound!" somehow it sounded like both a threat and a promise. Cas looped the blue tie twice around Dean's wrists and then secured it to the post of the bed. He trailed his fingers lightly down Dean's hot tan skin, to the waist of his jeans. Moving to the end of the bed, he yanked Dean's boots off, pulling him down on the bed. With his arms pulled tight above his head, every sculpted muscle in Dean's long arms and broad shoulders was defined. His anti-possession tattoo gleamed dark on one shapely pec, above perfect abs. The sharp v-shape of his hips pointed straight down to where, thru his dark blue jeans, his cock was visibly erect. His chest was heaving as he breathed hard.

Cas took his time with Dean's belt and jeans, making sure to brush against him often. When he finally slipped the jeans off his bow legs, Dean let out a deep sigh, "Oh, Cas."

Cas whipped his head up. "I commanded you not to make a sound. And what do I really enjoy?"

"You really enjoy being obeyed," panted Dean, his eyes wide.

"You disobeyed me. So I am going to make you beg!" Lust and power flashed across Cas' handsome face.

...

In one motion, he ripped off Dean's navy boxer briefs and took a firm grip on his cock. Dean moaned and ground his hips upwards.

"Please Cas," he said. Cas grinned, kneeling between his knees, then lowered his mouth over Dean. Cas reached down and cupped his firm round ass. He slid a couple of fingers up between his cheeks. Dean gasped, and bucked hard. Cas chuckled wickedly. Dean felt the sensation spread from his hips thru his whole body. Cas began to stroke him, teasing him but not entering him.

"Please, Cas, please," Dean spoke thru gritted teeth.

Cas sat up and grinned. "What do you want, Dean?"

"Please, Cas, I want to come. Please make me come."

"You will," said Cas, with a nod, "but first you're going to make me come."

...

Cas pulled off his own pants and boxers. Dean craned his neck to look at him. His body was lean and fit, like a runners. Coarse dark hair circled his bellybutton and trailed down between his legs, when he was rock hard. He swung his hips over Dean's shoulders and ran one thumb over his full lower lip.

"Please," Dean's green eyes locked on his. Cas leaned forward and slipped just the tip of his cock on Dean's mouth. Dean leaned forward as far as he could, his arms straining. Taking Cas into his mouth, he began to suck on him hungrily. Cas eased himself deeper into Dean's mouth. He had a perfect view of Dean like this- every muscle working to pleasure him, effort and longing scrawled across his face. Having him this way was better than Cas' wildest dreams. He wanted to keep this going forever- Dean closed his eyes for a moment, long lashes sweeping his cheeks, then looked up at Cas. His lips moved to form words Cas couldn't make out, but his meaning was clear. His entire body was begging- his green eyes lit with desire. Cas couldn't stand the power and pleasure he was feeling any more- he threw back his head and released himself into Dean's eager mouth.

...

Cas lifted himself off Dean and sat on the bed for a moment to catch his breath. Dean was panting hard. When he could speak again, his voice was a hoarse whisper.

"Please, Cas," he begged again. "Please, I've done everything you asked. I can't stand this- I want..."

"What do you want, Dean?" asked Cas, drawing himself upright.

"Fuck me, Cas, fuck me and make me come," Were those- tears, gathering in the corners of his green eyes?!

Cas cocked his eyebrow, one more time, and nodded. Dean moaned loudly.

Cas untied Dean's wrists and he lowered his arms gratefully. Cas ran his hands over Dean's shoulders and Dean shivered from the warmth of his touch. He learned in and they kissed for a few long moments.

...

Cas reached into the bedside table to grab lube and condoms, tokens of a dream that he had dragged from bedside to bedside, in hotel after hotel as he crisscrossed the country fighting monsters with the boys.

"Dean," Cas growled, "flip over." Dean obeyed, leaning forward on his elbows. His broad tan back tapered down to his trim waist. His ass rose round and firm, from the tangled sheets. His bow legs splayed over the length of the bed. Cas ran his hand over the inviting curve of his hip and cupped his ass. Dean moaned, and spread his legs a little farther.

Cas spread lube generously over his hand and stroked it between his cheeks, teasing him like before. Then he slipped first one, then two fingers inside of him. Dean's jaw dropped and he let out a wild moan. For a few moments, Cas enjoyed Dean's reaction to his touch.

"Please, Cas-" he choked out. Cas grabbed him by the hips with both hands and in one smooth motion, buried his cock inside Dean's ass. Dean bit his lip and arched his back as Cas began to ride him, slowly at first and then faster.

"Harder, Cas, please," was the last coherent thing he said, grinding his hips back into Cas, begging him to go deeper. He wrenched the sheets between his hands and bit the pillow, trying to stay quiet. Soon his breath broke into moaning sobs. He had no idea until this was happening how very much he had wanted this.

Cas had never dreamed it would be this good. There was only one more thing he wanted.

"Dean," he growled, trying to gather some touch of command in his voice, "Come for me. I want you to come for me."

And Dean did. His pleasure, teased and tempted so many times, tore thru him like wildfire. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he screamed, wildly, "Fuck, Cas! FUCK!"

Cas felt his knees shake as he came again quickly- getting off on the power of what he was doing to Dean, as well as the pleasure of doing it.

...

Castiel and Dean collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs and sheets. Cas kissed Dean, gently but deeply. Dean looked at him, his eyes shining and his lashes wet. "Turns out, Cas, angel baby, you were all I want."

#what i want #supernatural fanfiction #sub!dean #dom!cas #dom!brow #top!cas x bottom!dean #fangirlxwritesx67

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Heeeeeerrrreee you go guys this took me way too long to write but I hope y’all enjoy! (Btw my app is glitching and about half way thru the fic the function of editing fonts started weirding out, so I decided to leave it and fix it later. Hopefully it’s not too noticeable.). After watching the beginning of season five (The 100) I simply couldn’t resist hurting Murphy some more. ;)

TW: electrocution, burns, torture, collared,

Fandom: the 100,

Characters: John Murphy, Emory,

“J-John, can you hear me?”

Gasping for air, Murphy’s fingers clawed at his neck, electrical pulses surging through his body. All he could feel was the excruciating shocks coursing through his body, strongest at his neck. His legs kicked uselessly under him as his head threw back, spasms taking control. Eventually, the current stopped, and he slumped to the ground with a whine. Emori scrambled over to Murphy’s side, a soft hand cupping his face urgently.

“Are you alright?” She ran her fingers through his hair, trying to calm his frantic, rapid breathing. His face was scrunched in agony, teeth grit. “They must be close enough to set the collar off remotely. We need to move. Can you walk?”

“Agh, y-yea,” Murphy managed to get out, using Emori’s help to sit up. She pulled him to his feet, and although he swayed a bit, he managed to gather enough balance to walk. They scrambled out of the overhang they were using as shelter, running through the dark woods hand in hand. They weren’t going in any specific direction; all they knew was that they needed to be far, far away from here. They dodged through the trees, taking sharp turns and loops to try and lose their pursuers. Suddenly, Emori felt Johns hand leave hers, and turned just in time to see him stumble, falling to the ground with a guttural scream as the collar buzzed to life. He hit the ground flailing, his cries peircing the cold nights air.

“John!” Emori was by his side in an instant, hands hovering just above him as his limbs thrashed helplessly and his screams turned to desperate, gurgled sobs. “Stay with me John. I’m right here, you hear me?” Emori watched helplessly at John as he gasped for breath, gritting his teeth with whines of desperation. She knew that trying to touch him would only result in getting shocked herself. They probably tripped the parameter alarm, and there wasn’t a way to move him back. “What do I do oh my god what do I do?” Her hands trembled violently. “Oh my god John how do I make it stop?” Tears fell down her face as she watched him struggle in agony, unable to do anything. Whipping her head around, she looked for anything that could help. Suddenly, she recognized her surroundings. “The ship is near here,,” she said to herself, almost in a whisper. She hated having to leave him, but she knew she had to move fast. Taking one last look at Murphy struggling on the ground, she turned to sprint through the woods, knowing what she had to do.

All of Murphy’s senses were blocked, only feeling and hearing the electrical buzz of the collar. He couldn’t stop the screams from surfacing. Buzzing, burning, tearing pain ripped through his body as he whined harshly through gritted teeth. He desperately tried to suck in air, gasping like a fish out of water as the shocks ripped the air out of him. The ringing filled his ears, but he could vaguely hear Emori above him, although her words were unintelligible. The shocks seemed to last for ages, his throat hurting from the screams, and he could feel the rough ground under him as he thrashed around. Suddenly, he felt arms underneath him, and he was pulled along the ground. Through his tears he saw Emori’s face, urgently looking down on him as she dragged him backwards from where they came. Black spots appeared in his vision, clouding over him like a storm, sweeping over his senses as everything around him started to swirl with darkness. The ringing in his ears grew louder as Emori’s face became blurry in his vision.

“John? Stay with me, John. We’re almost there.”

Murphy’s eyes rolled back, no longer screaming but simply gasping for air between pitiful sobs.

“Shit, John. Hang in there.” Emori quickened her pace, starting to wonder how much longer he would last. Finally, she heard the buzzing of the collar subside, and scrambled to his side, holding his face with one hand and assessing the damage.  Red burns were visible from underneath the collar, and his face was pale, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.  He was unconscious.  She picked him up under his arms again, pulling him towards a small cave she spotted while they were running.  Once inside, she set him down, bringing forward the bag she carried with her.  She set out the tools, and got to work.  

“Hey, you ok?” Soft hands brushed through Murphy’s hair, getting it out of his face.  Murphy’s eyes fluttered open, taking in the sight of Emori crouching over him.

“Em, Emor-” He tried to push himself up, only to be met by sharp, stabbing pain. “Agh-” He laid back down with a whimper, his body tensing.  His hands flew to his neck, eyes wide with fear.  “Em, the c, colla-,”

Emori rushed to comfort him, stroking his hair and softly gripping his shoulder.  “Its off, John.  It's gone, you're safe.  I promise.”

The redness around John’s neck screamed with pain, the sore, burning sensation still remaining long after the collar was gone. He leaned back, his breath hitching as he tried to compose himself.

“Em, Emor-“ He choked on a sob, tears starting to form in his eyes. His body shuddered uncontrollably as he cried, unable to contain his terror.

“Shh, your alright,”

His limbs felt weak, and before he could try to brace himself he slumped over into Emory’s lap.

“John?”

He continued shivering, but was unresponsive, and heat seemed to radiate from him.

“Oh god, do you have a fever?” She hurriedly wrapped him in a blanket, laying him on the stone ground. Leaving briefly, she returned to his side with a wet rag, trying to make him as comfortable as she could in their conditions. The bandaging around his blistered neck was soaked in sweat, his face flushed and scrunched up in pain.

“Nnnh,” his sobs quieted into soft cries, which then turned into incoherent mumbling as he drifted to sleep in her arms. She smiled at him, but her face was still tainted with worry. She brushed the hair from John’s face, planting a soft kiss on his head and whispering a reassuring word that Murphy couldn’t quite make out, the only sense left to him being the musky smell of Emori as she held him in her arms. He snuggled up to her, whimpering slightly as his bandages shifted, but eventually quieting as he fell asleep.

Hope you guys enjoyed! Let me know if you want me to write more like this! I very much enjoyed whumping Murphy and will probably continue it ;)

#whump #whumpee #fiction #pain #writing #caretaker #john murphy #murphy #the 100 #electrocution

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Its been 600 years and we're now on Oct 16th but im just posting the 3rd & 4th day since it was just easier to slam them together!

But i knew this was gonna happen but im just gonna keep trying to do all the promts! Tho some will defs be paired together while there will be other im just gonna skip so im sure it'll even itself out or something lol

Anyways enjoy!~

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Insomnia/ “No, stop!”

10/3- 10/4

Letting out a soft groan, Saisuka rolled over onto his stomach, one arm dangling off the side of the bed while he shoved the other under the pillow he current had his face jammed into. Squishing the pillow closer to his face, he kicked, well more of flailed one leg, attempting to get the blanket off his lower legs. After a few attempts he finally managed to get his legs free. Letting out a small sigh, it almost completely muffled by the pillow, he closed his eyes and waited for sleep. And waited. And waited.

“Fuuuuuuck!” He groaned into the pillow.

He couldn't sleep.

When the hell was the last time he even remembered sleeping? And passing out drunk or high didn't count. Neither did dying. At least he didn't count it. Waking up from death never felt like a nap that was for sure. So when was the last time? Hell, did he even need to sleep anymore? He honestly didn't know.

Letting out another groan, Saisuka rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He had no idea what time it was and honestly he didn't care. It didn't matter, he just wanted to sleep, even if it was just a few hours it would be better than this. This never ending feeling of being awake until he finally died next. Was that REALLY the only way he could sleep now? Gods he hopped not. Just thinking about it was enough to drive him crazy. If he wasn't already.

“Please.” He asked, pressing the heels of his hands into his closed eyes, “Please, just a few hours. That's all I want. I'll do anything. Anything!”

He didn't even know who was talking too, which gods could possibly even help him, but he would give anything and everything to them if they just granted his wish. But of course it was never that simple.

Dropping his arms back onto the bed, on either side of his head. He took a deep breath, and than another. If he just focused, calmed down, than maybe he could sleep. Focus on the feeling of the evening breeze blowing over is skin, the smell of the night coming threw the open window, on the sound of the waves hitting the shore in the distance, on the faint sounds of piano playing...

“Oh fuck.” He said, bolting up right. How hadn't he heard that first? Now that it found the sound, ears twitching, he couldn't understand how he had missed it before. But it could only mean one thing.

Aizaki was awake too.

Throwing the blanket off himself, Saisuka swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. Aizaki being awake was never a good thing. If Saisuka didn't get sleep it didn't really matter. He was groggy and things sucked, but when Aizaki didn't sleep that only meant more pain and suffering for him the longer it went on. No, Saisuka learned years ago that it was never a good idea to let Aizaki go without sleep.

Striding a crossed his room, easily avoiding any of the discarded items of clothing and other things scattered about, Saisuka reached the door, hand on the handle and paused. He could still easily hear the piano, the soft haunted sounds ringing through the dark room. It easily sent a chill down his spin, a low whine escaping him as his tail dropped low and near one leg.

Aizaki, despite everything he had ever done to him, was a phenomenal piano player and there were days where Saisuka could sit and listen to him for hours, if he was aloud anyways. But that didn't change the fact that no matter what the sound was it always held a note of horror. He wasn't sure if it was just the sound of the instrument in general or if it was just the way Aizaki played, but hearing it at night, knowing that going out there do deal with this would end badly, always unnerved him. He wasn't sure if that would ever change. Swallowing hard, he pulled the door open and stepped into the hall.

It, like his room, was also still dark. He couldn't see a single light on, but the shine of the half moon through the windows was enough for him to see. Not that he needed it. He could easily see in the dark and just as easily navigate the house in the dark. Or by sound. Seeing as he could hear the piano even better now. The same melody repeating. Over and over and over. Also not a good sign.

Walking towards the sound, he tried to steal himself. This wouldn't end well. It never did. Not for him, not that anything did but the fact that the same melody was being repeated only meant that it wasn't that Aizaki wasn't asleep but that he was most likely sleep walking. And honestly that unnerved Saisuka far more.

Coming to the end of the hall, he stepped into the living space. The piano was to one side, closest to the bow window, where on good days he would sit and smoke, if aloud, and listen to Aizaki work on piece after piece. It was the closest they ever got to peaceful and despite everything, despite the pain and suffering and death, he actually enjoyed those moments. It was beyond fucked up and he knew that. Gods he knew that, but there was nothing he could do.

Now though, in the middle of the night, or early hours of the morning, he still wasn't sure, the scene gave off a totally different feel. It was cold, and chilling, freezing him to the core. Aizaki sat at the piano, his back to him, black hair looking far messier than normal. Repeating the same melody over and over, hand moving effortless over the keys.

Saisuka would never know the difference between the white or black keys or ever understand how to read music, but it was so ingrained in Aizaki he could even do it while basically sleeping walking. It was amazing but at the same time the creepiest thing he had ever heard. Honestly he just wanted to turn around and go back to bed, or even just leave. He'd make sure he came back as soon as the sun came up and deal with whatever happened than. It had to be better than this. This was just too much.

Instead, he swallowed hard and took a step forwards, then another and then another. He refused to get too close, not within striking range anyways. If he was lucky, which Saisuka never was, maybe if he just called out to Aizaki it would wake him up just enough and he could make a run back to his room and pry that Aizaki would just go back to his room himself. It could work. Maybe. Chewing his bottom lip, he found himself fidgeting. He just had to open his mouth that was all. Just speak, loud enough so Aizaki could hear him and wake up.

“Aizaki?” He called, his voice quivering. It wasn't loud enough, he was surprised he heard himself over the music.

“Aizaki?” A little louder but not good enough. The melody continued, the chill seeming to set in deeper, making him shake. A fix would be great right now.

“Aizaki.” No still not good enough. Gods he was pathetic. Why was he so damn pathetic!?

“Aizaki!” Yes good, louder, but still no change. Gritting his teeth, he clenched his fists, ignoring the bite of his claws. This was stupid. He was stupid. He just needed to wake him up, get him back to bed, it wasn't that damn hard.

Taking the last step forwards, Saisuka unclenched his hands, outstretching one, too focused on just doing it to notice the stop of the music.

“Damnit Aizaki, wake up da--” he stopped dead, the words dying on his tongue, as Aizaki's hand swung out, claws flexed, easily slicing thru the thin material of his shirt and right into his side. Sinking into the flesh, and dragging a crossed his stomach, easily shredding flesh and muscle in its wake.

“Keep my name out of your filthy mouth.” Aizaki hissed, jerking his hand out of Saisuka's side, as he took a stumbling step backwards.

A whimper escaping, Saisuka slapped a hand to his side, pressing hard and feeling blood, hot and sticky gush from the wound, “Fuck.” Him whimpered out, feeling his leg give out under him, every inch of him lighting up with pain as he grumbled to his knees.

“So loud, so unnecessarily loud.” Aizaki mumbled, pushing himself up with one hand, it landing on the keys and letting out a handful of sour notes.

Jerking his attention back to the piano keys, Aizaki sneered, both at the sound and the blood now staining the keys. Eyes narrowing, he slammed keylid down and turned his attention back to Saisuka. Stepping around the bench, he advanced on him. Something Saisuka didn't notice until a foot connected with his side, ripping a scream of pain from him.

“Shut up!” Aizaki snapped, stepping back a moment as he watches Saisuka topple to his side.

“I'm s-so-rry.” Saisuka managed to get out, trying his hardest to hold back a sob.

“I said, shut up.” Aizaki said, aiming a kick at Saisuka's stomach, feeling the blood burst from the torn skin and splatter his foot, as another scream burst from his disgusting mouth. Nose wrinkling, Aizaki pushed Saisuka onto his back, watching as he squeezed his eyes shut, face twisted in pain, as tears rolled down his face.

“No, stop! Please” Sisuka sobbed, trying his hardest to move away from Aizaki, but the pain was making hard to move, to even think. He just wanted it too stop.

“Pathetic.” Aizaki scoffed, lifting his foot and slamming it down onto Saisuka's stomach again, pinning him to the spot. A small grin forming as blood bubbled out of his mouth, silencing any other words that threatened to come up.

“That's better. Choke. It's what you get, repeating my name over and over again. Like it belongs in your mouth. Disgusting.” Aizaki said, crouching down and grabbing his face, holding it in one place so he couldn't turn it to the side and cough the blood up.

“I want you to choke. Drown in your own blood. Unable to make another sound. It's a fitting punishment.” Aizaki said, looking down on Saisuka, seeing the pain and fear in his red eyes.

Humming softly, he leaned closer, not caring about the risk of him coughing blood on him. He was already in a puddle of it at this point and he wanted to watch the life drain from Saisuka's eyes as he gurgled and choked, trying desperately to breath. Blood bubbling and running down his face. He could easily slap his hand away, could easily over power him but Aizaki wasn't worried. He never had to be. Saisuka was to scared to lash out. It was almost disappointing really.

Digging his claws into Saisuka's face, easily puncturing the flesh, blood pouring from the wound, sticky and hot. Too hot. Letting out a hiss of pain, Aizaki jerked his hand away, easily tearing more flesh was fresh blood poured free. Blood and black sludge. Snarling, and cradling his now burning hand against his chest, Aizaki all but jumped away from Saisuka, the soles of his feet burning as back as his hand.

Stumbling backwards, Aizaki dropped down on the bench, frantically wiping his hand on his shirt, the searing pain not fading as the smell of burning flesh reached his nose.

“Fuck.” Aizaki snarled, squeezing his eyes shut, continuing to desperately scrub his hand against his shirt, it still doing nothing as his feet continued to burn, but that was hardly as important not with his hand burning as bad as it was.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” He yelled, pushing himself back to his feet, ignoring the pain. Shooting one last glare at Saisuka's now still body, Aizaki stormed past him. He needed to get this disgusting slime off himself before it caused too much damage to his hand.

Plus by the time he came back Saisuka should be back from his little sleep and there was always something so much more enjoyable about hurting him before he even knew what was going on.

“Sleep well Saisuka, I'll see you when you wake up.” Aizaki called over his shoulder, with the smallest giggle as he disappeared back down the darkened hallway, the sound following him.