Wrote this drabble for my little ^Prince, my Prussia~ It's about something that happened in our RP ^^ So it's all for her, sweetie~
Russia and Prussia don't belong to me. Only the needle D
Lovely Blood
I didn't think he'd do it. I was just joking. Being on his bed, overwhelmed by his kisses, by his caresses… Doing this... making... love... with someone one could have never imagined. All the hate I professed towards him… it's all gone.
And what I said, that silly game… I never thought he'd actually do it. But he just came back to the room. With a needle in his hands. Playing with it. He's looking at me, half naked, that thing still on his hand… that terrifying smile on his lips. His violet eyes on me. He's coming closer… laying over me…
So… I'll start, da? – he asks with that sweet and innocent voice.
I feel the needle sinking in my flesh – in my shoulder. I shiver. I can't help it. It hurts, even if it's a pain different from every single wound I've ever had. The smell of blood inundates the room. My own blood. And the letter I written in my shoulder.
He licks it, smiling. He loves my blood. And I love this. I love to feel his tongue in my skin, savoring my blood, and his wet kisses. Our tongues dancing with my blood. Sometimes his as well. It's addictive.
He gives me the needle. He wants my name on his arm. Who am I to refuse? I just plainly adore his face when it's him feeling pain. And bleeding. And his blood. Metallic and sweet. And lustful.
His name is in my shoulder. Mine in his forearm. The satin sheets are covered with blood. So are our bodies.
But I... just... love this.
Addicive. Just like him.