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Being with Armand is nothing like any drug Daniel's ever had. Especially when Armand had gained the confidence to talk freely about his fantasies.
Which is why Daniel doesn't know how he agreed to let Armand cut him open.
"Lay down for me, Beloved," Armand says. He grabs the kit from the shelf and puts it down on bed besides the towel. "I need you to be still. No squirming."
Daniel lays down on the towel. "You sure you won't let me bleed out?" He raises his eyebrows.
Armand has the audacity to look offended. "Why would I ever do that?"
"Dunno, babe," Daniel shrugs, "PTSD from the 70s."
Armand rolls his eyes.
He then turns to grab a scalpel from the medical kit. Armand runs his finger down the tool, slits a tiny cut on his pointer finger, and then brings it up to his mouth to lick the blood off of the healing wound. All while looking at Daniel.
"This," Armand points at the scalpel, "is a surgical scalpel. Specifically, a number fifteen blade." He slowly, lightly runs the blade across Daniel's stomach, settling right before his dick. "I'll use this to cut you open," he says, like it's normal for your partner to slice you in half.
Daniel huffs. His dick jerks in interest. "Jesus, boss…"
Armand smirks. "I will then examine the organs in your abdominal area," He takes the blade away from Daniel's skin. "Are you ready, Beloved?"
Daniel shrugs again. "Sure, babe. Cut me open,"
Armand's smile widens and he takes the scalpel and lines it up right below his sternum. He looks at Daniel, silently asking if he's okay still. Daniel nods, motions for him to do it already. Armand huffs a laugh.
The scalpel is sharp enough that you don't need much pressure for it to poke under the skin. Daniel whines when it first cuts through him. He starts to squirm and Armand has to use his other hand to keep him still.
It fucking hurts, but it's so fucking good that Daniel's dick leaks and he has to grip the sheets to not twist and turn. There's hot, white pleasure buzzing throughout his body. The scalpel is quickly taken away from his skin. He looks down and he's bleeding everywhere.
The cut is precise. It's straight, neat, clean. Everything Armand.
Speaking of… It's silent except for Armand's heavy breathing. Daniel looks at him: Armand's eyes are glazed over, there's a sheen of sweat covering his face, and he's slightly grinding his dick into the mattress. His mouth is open—gonna catch flies, Daniel thinks—and he's staring directly at the cut that decorates Daniel's abdomen. He's making little noises, grunts and whimpers, as he stares at Daniel's fucking organs.
It can't be beautiful. It has to be disgusting, because that's what Daniel would think. But Armand is about to cum in his pants over Daniel's insides. That's what makes his whole body flush. It's like he was goddamn hypnotized.
Daniel huffs a laugh, groans when pain seizes. "Baby,"
"Hm?" Armand doesn't look up.
"How about you actually take a look, huh? Use your hands?" Daniel suggests
Armand keens, nods his head. He finally looks away from Daniel to grab the gloves that lay beside him. He quickly puts them on, takes him a few tries to get his fingers in the right spot.
Then, Armand caresses the skin around the cut. He plays in Daniel's blood, lets Daniel wiggle when he presses down on this stomach too hard and more blood comes out. Daniel's getting restless.
"C'mon, baby," Daniel says. "Get inside me."
Armand moans loudly. And then—
Holy shit.
Armand dips two fingers into the cut. His breath hitches. He moves them around gently, as to not fuck anything up, and he thrusts lightly in and out. Daniel's body tightens. He curses under his breath in pain. It's so good, so fucking good. He might cum from this. Armand's already there it seems like; he grinds harder into the bed, breathes like he fucking needs to, and dips his fingers in and out faster.
"Daniel," Armand breathes out. "Daniel, Daniel, Daniel,"
Daniel nods. "Doin' so good, baby. Making me feel so good. Hurts so fucking good, Armand."
Armand whines again. "Please," he quietly begs. His hands move away from Daniel and he's unzipping his pants. The blood gets everywhere on him and Daniel needs a minute. Because Armand is never usually this much of a mess. It's hot.
"Need to— need to— fuck, need you,"
Armand doesn't waste a second getting himself out of his pants. He pants, whines, and moans, and Daniel has to keep a hand in his hair just so he doesn't get too worked up.
He looks up at Daniel and Daniel nods. "Go ahead, baby,"
Daniel gasps when Armand touches the tip of his dick to the wound. He glides it up and down slowly and Daniel thinks he could probably get used to this. Being this close. Having Armand actually inside of him. It feels fucking fantastic.
Armand presses his dick inside the wound gently. It opens up around him, letting Armand in to do whatever he wants. Armand could rearrange every single one of his organs and Daniel wouldn't give a fuck. He'd let Armand devour him if that's what he wanted.
Daniel groans; pain and pleasure combine and he tightens his grip in Armand's hair. Armand quietly whines and starts thrusting. It's soft, it's gentle, and Daniel can tell Armand's holding everything back so he doesn't ruin him entirely.
"So good, 'Mand," Daniel says shakily.
Armand gets sloppy. Goes a little deeper. "Daniel," he whispers.
"I know."
"I'm going to—" Armand cuts himself off with a moan.
He takes his hand off of the base of his dick and dips them back into the wound again. He touches Daniel's organs, caresses them, and starts to, breathily, tell Daniel what each one is. Or, tries to.
"This," Armand touches, "is the stomach. It works to break down food you ingest. Stores it temporarily," He curses under his breath, looks up at Daniel once more.
Daniel smiles at him, ruffles his hair a bit. "Doin' so good. Keep tellin' me,"
"Um," Armand looks around inside of him, stretches the cut to get a better look. Thrusts faster inside. Daniel's glad they put a towel down. All of his blood is everywhere.
"The large intestine. It's apart of the digestive system as well. Turns food waste into feces." He stutters, he's messy, and he takes a deep breath. "Daniel, I'm going to cum. I have to. Please," Armand begs.
Daniel's vision is starting to spot. He feels his insides move with each thrust. He feels lightheaded. Daniel doesn't want this to end.
Daniel hums. "Mhm. Yeah, babe, cum for me. Yeah,"
Armand gets tense. He shakes hard and breathes even though he doesn't need to. Daniel watches. He lets Armand's pleasure fill him up.
And the world slips away from Daniel.
Daniel wakes up to a wrist on his mouth, a sweetness dripping onto his tongue.
Blood. Specifcally Armand's.
He closes his mouth around his wrist and sucks. Every nerve in his body lighting up. He feels brand new again.
Daniel opens his eyes.
Armand greets him with a soft smile. "Hello, Beloved." He takes his wrist away from Daniel and kisses him on the mouth.
"Hey," Daniel says, hoarsely. "What happened?"
"I left you open a bit longer than I intended to," Armand pouts. "I'm sorry."
Daniel props himself on his elbow, shakes his head. "Hey, hey, hey, it was good. You were good. I enjoyed it just as much as you did."
Armand huffs a laugh. "I got carried away,"
"It was hot,"
"It was embarrassing,"
Daniel hums. "Embarrassing is hot,"
"You are the worst," Armand says.
Daniel pulls Armand down to lay with him in bed. "You love me," and then he kisses all over Armand's face.
"That I do, Beloved,"