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The brunette sat patiently on the edge of his and his boyfriend's bed, his wrists were void of his usual bandages, scars on full display. Dazai ran his middle finger against the puffy scars, reminiscing in the memories each one of them held. Before Dazai’s mind could wander any further, he was broken out of his reverie at the sound of the bedroom door opening.
The ravenette sauntered into the room, a silver chalice held between his nimble fingers. Fyodor approached Dazai with the chalice, placing the silver onto a nearby table that held a beautifully decorated dagger. “You got the tests done right?” The purple eyed man asked, tilting his head as he grabbed his boyfriend’s right wrist.
“Of course! Don’t doubt me, Fedya.” The brown haired man gushed, exaggerating his sentence with his left hand.
“I don’t doubt you, quite the opposite, Dazai dear.” Fyodor tapped his index finger and middle finger against dazai’s upper wrist.
“Quite the charmer, you are.” The brunette cooed, brushing the ravenettes hair behind his ear with a smile.
“Only for you, darling.” Fyodor gave Dazai a cunning smile before grabbing the sharp dagger off of the table from beside him. “Now, only a pinch.”
“Don’t lie to me, Fedya.”
“Then a sharp pain will do.” Holding the dagger within his right fist, Fyodor angled the blade against Dazai’s right wrist. Applying a small amount of pressure at first before slowly increasing how much pressure he was adding. Dazai hissed through his teeth at the pain, smiling down at the ravenette. Applying more pressure, Fyodor continued to apply more force before making a deep swipe against Dazai’s wrist, being sure that the cut was between the ulnar and radial artery.
Dazai let out a breath he did not know he was holding in as he watched blood seep from the deep wound, the brunette was thankful that the cut hadn’t hit any artery. As that would have been such a painful way to die. “You see, I only cut into the lower part of the dermis.” Blood poured down Dazai’s wrist and pooled around his hand.
“Well I’m glad you practiced anatomy.” The brunette said half sarcastically.
“If it was anyone else you would be bleeding out right now, Dazai dear.” Grabbing the chalice off of the table, Fyodor placed the tip of the silver below the cut causing the brown eyed man to shudder.
“What a temperature change.” Dazai chuckled, watching as the blood from his wound began to flow into the silver chalice.
“You’ll get used to it.” After some time the chalice was one fourths full, pulling the silver away from the wound, Fyodor smiled.
“Can you patch me up?” The brunette yawned, finally relaxing his right arm against his leg.
“One moment, it’s always best fresh.” Swirling the blood around in the chalice, Fyodor took a breath, smelling the aroma of the blood. Bringing the silver to his lips, he took a small sip. “Oh, Dazai, Dear.” He whispered, wiping his lips of any excess blood. “You taste marvelous.”
The ravenette sighed in content as he took one last sip of the blood, setting the rest beside him onto the table. Switching out the chalice for a damp washcloth, using the cloth he dabbed it around the open wound watching as Dazai hissed and flinched from the contact. Soon enough Dazai’s arm was clean of any blood and the cut finally began to slow down its bleeding.
Pulling on some blue surgical gloves, Fyodor grabbed the sutures he had Nikokai steal from a hospital. With a needle and the sutures, Fyodor began to stitch up the cut slowly.
“How are you so good at this stuff?” Dazai tilted his head, watching as his boyfriend worked on his arm. Entranced by the way his cut slowly became sealed with the small stitches.
“Darling, we’ve been dating for 6 years. I told you 3 years into the relationship what my ability was.” Fyodor gave a soft chuckle before finishing the last stitch.
“Ohhhh! Right, grandpa over here.”
“I am closer to the dagger than you, keep laughing.” Fyodor jokingly threatened, yet, his face was as stoic as possible making the joke seem a lot more realistic.
“Like you’d do anything.”
“Try me.”