It's a completely unflattering look for him, Togami thinks, staring down at his stomach. It's covered in stitches and scars from Naegi, of course. Not the normal Naegi, no, how could such an innocent hope-filled boy have inflicted this on him? He didn't, obviously.
Togami lets his shirt roll back down to his waist, and he sighs lightly. Though it's not long, until Naegi walks in his room, and just by his body, Togami knows it's really him.
"Hello, Naegi-kun." Togami murmurs, looking up at him from his position on the bed.
Naegi gives a lighthearted smile back, and kisses Togami's forehead, "Good morning!"
Another day, another dream. It's almost like a dream, actually. Togami's mind snaps back to his past, and he suddenly remembers poisoning his sister. That wasn't a dream at all. More like a nightmare.
Naegi must have seen his face turn pale, and he asks in a concerned voice if he is okay. Togami snaps back that yes, Makoto, I am fine, would you just leave it alone? He stands from his seat on the edge of the bed, asking Naegi to join him for breakfast. He fixes his blazer, and fiddles with his cuff-links, until dammit not this again.
This time, Naegi knows something's up, and Togami's holding his ring finger tightly, muttering in a hushed tone, go away Makoto, this is not something you need to see. He's not truly concerned for Naegi's well being. If anything, it's fear, that if Naegi sees the blood on his finger, that switch in his brain will flip, and he will turn into that thing again.
And of course, he sees it, he always does. He cares for Togami, which is horrible. And just like that, like a snap in theatre class, Naegi's changed. Suddenly his eyes are wide, glossy, and his tongue is hanging out of his mouth like some kind of animal. Togami's lips curl into a sneer.
"Miss me!?" The new Naegi exclaims, pivoting on one heel in a circle, "Because I suuure missed you~!"
"What if I said I didn't?" Togami huffs, pushing the murder out of the way.
"I'd be soo upset! Not for long though, because I'm definitely going to do you!"
And then he's got Togami up against the door, and two pairs of scissors in his hands, "I don't think Makoto has had much fun lately," He says with a fake sigh, eyes cast to his feet. He traces the scissors along Togami's cheeks, murmuring of how defined they are, and how he really can't wait to do him.
Togami puts up with it, because he knows if he tries to leave, the risk of him truly getting hurt increase, and god forbid that happen to him.
Togami lets Naegi pin him to the bed, straddling him, and ripping, cutting, tearing the buttons off his shirt. He grits his teeth at that, and makes a snarky remark, which earns him a sloppy, wet kiss from Naegi. He feels Naegi's tongue slide to the back of his throat, and then some, but because he's already pressed against the bed, there's nothing he can do.
Naegi plays with Togami's exposed skin, poking it with the tip of his scissors, making small cuts and then lapping up the blood, which Togami grimaces at. Then he's got an incision in Togami's stomach, which felt numb, and then cold, and then hot, as more blood spills over.
Naegi's fingers dip in the blood lazily, grinding his hips against Togami's. He holds the older boy's wrists with his free hand above his head. He has a rhythm to his hips, while his fingers find their way into the incision.
Togami's breath catches, and he holds it, eyebrows knitted, trying to focus on the pleasure rather than the pain. It's hard though, when someone's fingers are playing with your intestines.
Naegi leans down, sliding two more fingers into the cut. He bites, licks, kisses at Togami's neck, muttering how he turns him on, and how he so badly wants to do him.
Togami hears all the sounds of Naegi's fingers in him, and he feels it too, which might be even worse, and he really can't tell the difference if the gasps coming from his lips are gasps of pleasure, or gasps of pain, and he thinks it might be a mixture of both.
Naegi's entire hand slides in, and Togami's hips roll up into Naegi's, and another groan crawls out of his mouth.
Naegi stops giving him marks on his neck long enough to whisper to him, "Say you love me, Togami-kun."
Togami's mind's already going fuzzy, "I love you, Naegi-kun."
Naegi's hand plays with something- he can't identify it correctly. His stomach, perhaps? He traces Togami's ribs with his fingers, reattaching his lips to right below Togami's ear (after all, he knows that's Togami's most sensitive spot."
"Say you love me, Togami," He says again, a little more forcefully, fingers pressing a little harder, moving up a little farther.
"I love you, Naegi."
And then his hand feels the all too familiar beat of Togami's heart, but he's so close, he can almost taste it (and he wants to,) and it's pounding hard against his palm, but Togami's loosing conciousness, heartbeat fading, slowing down, and Naegi presses on, "Say you love me, Byakuya."
Togami's eyes drift shut, and Naegi's hand slips out from the incision, red and bloody, and warm. It's almost too quiet, when Togami says, "I love you, Makoto."
And just as he's about to slip away, all the pain subsides, and his eyes widen, and his palms are clammy and he realizes it's just a fantasy, and he's still pressed up against the door, Naegi's tongue still hanging out from the side of his mouth, "Where oh where did you go off to!? Was it with mee~? It better've been, or I'll beat the bitch's brains in!"