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The elevator ride in the dorms was quiet. Well, as quiet as it could be with Albatross there.
“Chūya?” They called out.
“Yeah?”
“Jus’ wanna make sure you’re still there.”
Chūya scoffed. “Of course I’m still here. We’re in the elevator. I didn’t just evaporate.”
Albatross shifted awkwardly. “Ya got a little quiet, is all…”
“I’ll never leave your side again. Ever.” Chūya insisted.
Before Albatross could respond, the elevator dinged, signaling their floor. For a moment, Albatross didn’t move. It was Chūya who took the first step.
“Come on, it’s your floor.” he told them, “When I said I’d walk you home I didn’t mean I was gonna half-ass it.”
“Oh~ how romantic,” Albatross teased, “Whatcha gonna do now, lover boy? Take my hand?”
Chūya huffed, but soon their hands were slotted together. They made their way down the hall to Albatross’s dorm. After opening the door, Chūya let out a long sigh.
“Your place is a mess,” he remarked, “There’s no way you can live like this.”
“I don’t see a mess.” Albatross gave a cheeky grin, “What’s the big deal? I’ve lived like this for years.”
“…and this is why I can’t sleep at night…” Chūya muttered.
Albatross stumbled over a pile of god-knows-what, and Chūya made his decision.
“I’m not leaving you here like this. Besides, I already said I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
Albatross sat down in a chair and laughed. “My prince charming is comin’ to clean my apartment~ I’m in love!”
Chūya rummaged around, throwing things out and pushing other things aside. The trashcan clanked shut as he brushed his hands together.
“Alright whore, your bedroom better not be this bad.” He said, walking over to Albatross.
“I really don’t see the problem.” Albatross giggled, “I think you’re just tryna get in my sheets~”
Chūya playfully jabbed at their arm. “Do ya need help after wettin’ the bed too?”
Once they were in the bedroom, Chūya didn’t say anything for a while.
“Hey, you good?” Albatross asked. “…Chū-?!”
They were suddenly pushed to the bed. The rumpled sheets spread out unevenly behind them.
“Ah, so I was right~” Albatross grinned, gripping Chūya back, “You do wanna play rough right now~”
“Better be careful you don’t tear any stitches.” Chūya commented, clamoring onto their lap.
“I hear the stitches make it better~” Albatross licked the shell of Chūya’s ear.
He pushed their face away. “You did not just make the most misogynistic comment I’ve ever heard as a part of foreplay.”
Albatross slipped their shirt over their head. “Sorry, thought you were into it.” They brought Chūya’s hand to rest across their stomach.
Dark bruises covered their torso. Across their body ran a long line of precise stitches. They were like a doll. Once, where the stuffing had spilt out, clumps strewn across the floor, they’d been sewn right back up. Chūya pushed at the seam, reminiscing of that day.
“What’s it like?” Albatross asked, piercing through his contemplation, “I didn’t exactly get to see it, y’know?”
Chūya snorted. Of course they couldn’t see. They didn’t have eyes anymore. “‘Tross, you look like one big bruise.” He leaned down and kissed their cheek.
“…No, um, that’s not what I meant,” Albatross stammered as Chūya watched them blush, “What was it like when, y’know…my organs were all over the floor and shit…”
“Why do you wanna know?”
“Well, I know what it felt like, but I couldn’t see anything. I know it’s stupid but…” they turned their head to the side, “I was in a lot of pain, but then you showed up…I was so happy like I’ve never been before. I think it was my body giving out and I think it really fucked me up, but…
“I wanna feel like that again, Chūya.”
…
A few moments of silence permeated the room.
“…I guess I’m not the only one who got their wires crossed then.”
Chūya gave a dry laugh. “I think it’s because I love you. My party… no one has ever done something like that for me before. One moment I realize I’m loved, and the next, bodies are strewn from wall to wall. It’s so fucking wrong…”
“Hey, hey! This is great!” Albatross ran their hand up to cup Chūya’s face.
“What’s great?”
“We both totally consent to this! Can’t kink shame if you have the same kink.”
“I’m pretty sure we’re just trauma bonded.”
“I don’t need eyes to feel how turned on you are right now.”
A straining erection was indeed not something you can hide while sitting on someone’s lap. However, due to Albatross’s lack of eyes, Chūya was able to keep his blush all to himself.
After a couple of deep breaths, he spoke up. “How are we going to do this?”
“I want you inside me.” Albatross asserted, pulling the attention back to their torso. “It’d be a shame to waste a good hole.”
Chūya groaned, annoyed. “Your dirty talk is so bad, I’m starting to think rationally about this.”
“Aw, don’t be like that~” they whined, “I wanna get off on how ‘depraved’ wound fucking is.”
“Why do you say that like you think it isn’t?”
Albatross started to push their skin apart at the seam. Chūya watched the stitches strain to keep the wound closed. “We’ve both seen Doc at work. This is nothing.”
Despite his initial trepidation, Chūya also found himself drawn to the injury. The massacre in Old World really had gone to both of their heads.
“Won’t it hurt?”
“That’s part of the fun.” Albatross retorted, “Now are you going to fuck my wound pussy or are you gonna be a pussy about it?”
Irked, Chūya shoved his hand into Albatross’s stomach.
“Ow!” they yelped as a few stitches snapped.
“Oh shut up,” Chūya chided as he started to spread the fresh blood on his erection. “This is literally what you wanted.”
“Chūya’s so mean to me~” Albatross whined.
After some mediocre lubricant efforts and a bit of lining up, Chūya pushed forward. Albatross gasped and gripped onto his shoulders. Chūya was inside them, under their skin, making the most intimate contact with their organs.
The feeling before they lost consciousness in Old World rushed back tenfold. Except, this time, it was better. Instead of the absence of innards and the cold rush of blood loss, they were full and enveloped by warmth.
Chūya was there.
From his breathing and the slight tremble in his limbs, it was clear Albatross wasn’t the only one affected by their connection. Chūya’s deft hands were squeezing tiny bruises into Albatross’s sides in a desperate attempt for stability and some semblance of control — not that they’d stand out against the litany of other damage.
“Chūya~” Albatross crooned, “I feel you~”
Regaining his composure, or perhaps, losing it, Chūya began to move.
From across the room, it would have seemed like a standard coupling. Their position was missionary in nature. The standard sounds of bodies sliding together and expressions of pleasure were had. The only thing out of the ordinary was Chūya’s dick pistoning in and out of a bloody, reopened wound instead of somewhere more ‘appropriate’.
Maybe it really wasn’t so depraved after all. Or maybe trauma and endorphins were excellent at impairing judgement. Maybe it was somewhere in between. A shameful desire to conduct themselves in this way, and a convenient excuse to let loose.
All that mattered was that they still had each other.
Everything else was irrelevant.