Warnings: mild gore, slash BDSM (in later chapters).
Because there just aren't enough Othello/Mitsume fics out there.
Super-short chapter, because this is the best stopping point right now; the rest of what I wrote is rambling and needs work.
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He wanted to hear him scream. That was why he had ripped his eye out.
That magnificent third eye right in the middle of his forehead had been so beautiful… But that wasn't why he had taken it.
He had wanted to hear him scream.
But even as he pried the lids apart and grasped the eyeball to pull it from the socket, the boy's mouth had remained shut. He hadn't even closed his eyes. The boy had been fighting him the whole time, struggling under his solid grip.
But he had other ways of making the boy scream.
When he released him, the boy lashed out and removed one of his eyes. He smirked, and thanked the boy for, "making room." With that, he popped his new eye into the freshly emptied socket.
"You will scream for me," Othello murmured to Mitsume, bending over him where he sat on the bed. He lowered his face until it was scant millimeters away from Mitsume's. Mitsume did not even blink. The blood dripped down his forehead. Othello reached up and began to trace his jaw line with a finger, and that was when Mitsume brought his knee up into Othello's groin.