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Simon and David lay in one another’s arms in their shared apartment. David was cuddled up to Simon as his arms wrapped around his. The way Simon’s arms framed around David’s was perfect to him, like they were made for the sole purpose of holding him. He breathed in the smaller ones scent, smelling of cigarettes and dried blood. David was deep in thought as he deeply took in his scent.
The metallic blood smell made him think of things he would’ve never thought before. His mind plagued with his thoughts, enticing him in an aroused way. The idea of bleeding in anyway made him feel some sort of lust. Although he felt bad for it, he really couldn’t help it. The sight of Simon’s dried blood on his wrists made him feel emotions he couldn’t bring himself to admit.
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt Simon shift a bit, presumably to feel more comfortable. David stared into his gray eyes before nuzzling his head deeper into Simon’s chest. He could hear soft, light sounding purrs erupting from the boy. The vibration of his body made him feel safe, as if he could fall asleep at any moment. Though he couldn’t since his mind was occupied on one thing.
He lifted his head slightly to look up into the gray eyes above him. “Mm, Si?..” He whispered almost inaudibly. Simon made a humming noise to show he was listening. “You,” he contemplated his next words for a second, wondering if he really should act on his thoughts. “You’d do anything to make me happy, right?”
He watched as Simon’s eyes widened for a second, as if he seemed worried. Which he probably was. “Uh. Yeah.. Why do you ask?” His words were a bit wobbly. “Well.. What if.. I wanted you to do something that,” he paused for a couple seconds. “That I shouldn’t really be asking you to do?” He saw Simon tilt his head in confusion. Like a puppy. “There isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you, David..” He whispered as he caressed one of David’s cheeks with his hand. He subconsciously leaned into the touch. “I know. But it’s messed up.”
Simon looked even more confused, with the way his eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes squinted. He looked more of a cat now. “Just tell me what you want. I’m sure I can do whatever it is.” He softly smiled as he replied, in an attempt to reassure him, which really didn’t work with his confused look. David regretted his question a bit, and wanted his confusion to be over. It sort of made him panic, “I want you to…” One could tell how nervous he was with the shift of tone in his voice. It slightly shook as he spoke, “T-to cut me…”
He looked away in case he could see how he expected Simon to look at him. Though when he looked back, it wasn’t at all what he thought. Simon’s smile was just as soft as it was before, though it seemed genuine this time. His thumb rubbed against David’s cheek. It was uncanny how calm he looked even after his own boyfriend asked him to harm him in such a way. “Are you sure you want that?” David gulped spit he couldn’t even recall pooling in his mouth. “Y-yeah…. I’m sure…” He whispered in a way that it was as if he didn’t want the other boy to hear him.
Simon didn’t respond. He just slightly pulled David off of him as he stood up. He tread for the bathroom, leaving him alone. David was confused, yet scared at the same time. He was worried he had said something that upset him. He knew that most likely wasn’t the case with the way Simon was looking at him. It wasn’t soon after he came back in. Something was clutched in his hand, presumably a smaller item.
He went to sit next to David, snuggling himself into the boy. With his one hand, he took one of David’s arms. “Wrist,” was all he said. David’s eyes practically lit up as he said that, knowing he was going on board with whatever sick fantasy he thought of. He twisted his wrist so that it’d show face up, almost way too eagerly. “Woah, aren’t you excited…” Simon whispered. David nodded slowly as he anticipated the other boy’s next actions.
Simon tugged David’s sleeve up, revealing his naked arm. There were no signs of earlier scars, only moles and freckles. “Never cut yourself before, have you?” He teased. “Pathetic.” He insulted, assuming David would find the degrading remarks hot in some way. He assumed right, as he heard him whimper at the degrading insult. “J-just hurry… Please…” He whined at him. Simon made a huffing noise, trying to make it seem like he was angry. “Then beg if you want it so bad.”
He could feel his ears perk up as he obliged immediately. “P-please… Please, Si… Just slit my wrists, please…” He continued his begging which was breathy due to how easily he started to pant. The begging obviously pleased Simon as his eyes half lidded. “Of course I will..” He looked into David’s eyes before looking down at his wrist. He took the small razor blade and lifted it up from his clenched hands, pressing it down slightly on his wrist. David whined loudly at the feeling. It was obvious he didn’t experience this before from how easily it stung his skin. Simon dug it into his skin more deeper, close to drawing blood already. David moaned as he felt his skin break apart. He threw his head back in a pleased manner, moaning softly. “H-hoh, Si.. Y-you didn’t tell me how good this felt….” He whimpered out breathly.
The mentioned boy didn’t say anything. He just went deeper into his skin. David’s head went back to the place it was before as he leaned forwards a bit. Simon slid the blade across his wrist, David yelping out in pain. He softly hissed through his teeth. “Oh~.. Again…” He pleaded. Simon obliged to his begs, moving to another part of his wrist. He went much faster with this one, eager to make his boyfriend moan again. Which worked, as David let himself moan louder than before. Simon continued these cuts, going further down. They painted the lower area of his arm. All you could practically see was red at this point.
“Deeper…. More, please…” David begged, although if he went deeper he’d be liable to cut a vein. Simon went as deep as he could bring himself to, which wasn’t much deeper. Though it was enough to make the other make loud noises.
Simon stopped cutting when he actually realized how bloody the other boy’s arm was. He set the blade down on a table near and brought David’s wrist closer to his face. The latter was panting heavily, his breath shaky. He looked down on Simon and wondered what he was doing. His wonder wasn’t long though as he felt a finger drag across his fresh wounds. It stung badly, though he couldn’t bring himself to move his arm away. Simon brought his blood covered finger to David’s mouth. He opened his mouth subconsciously upon seeing him do so. He watched his eyes widen at the sight, not expecting him to open his mouth without being instructed to. He didn’t think all too much about that since he was preoccupied with the task at hand. He shoved his red stained finger into the other's mouth, making him gag slightly. He whined at the feeling, slightly burning his throat. “Mm.. You like that, don’t you?” Simon teased. David just nodded as fast as he could. He wanted more. It wasn’t enough for him. “Good. Good boy.” Simon continued repeating that action until he wiped off a lot of blood. David’s throat was burning more than it ever had, the feeling of the other’s fingers being pushed down into his mouth was something he couldn’t get enough of.
Once Simon had finished with his actions, he tended to David’s wounds. He bandaged him up and he hugged him as if nothing had happened. Though something really did happen, and that’s what mattered the most. David snuggled back up to him. They returned into the same position they were before, though David was careful not to do anything to make his arm sting even more.
Silence had insured like before. After a while David piped up. “I love you, Simon. So much…” He nuzzled into the latter’s chest, burying his face into him to smell his scent once more.
“I love you too.” Simon pet his hair. He kissed his head to let him know he was there for him.