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CHAPTER 24
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The lighting of the room reflected the Plague Doctor on the wall like a giant monster.
Rivaille was dirty, traces of soil in his nails. He would withdraw when Eren was out of danger, even if it meant supporting the filth on his body as he endured in the past.
The doctor brought a basin of clean water in, which he immediately used to clean his hands and face. His leg was bleeding and he felt a twinge of pain when he moved but he preferred to take care of that later. He took a clean cloth and ordered that the bandages covered with blood to be incinerated. The doctor just lowered his head and left the room, taking some candles to light the way, which resembled a procession in mourning. The image of Eren being dead in his arms made his muscles tighten. Damn it all for bringing such an evil omen on his wedding night.
With a wave of his hand he had the doctor proceed with the operation, ignoring the murmur of people rushing out of the room.
'Damn those stupid doctors and thier vow of silence.' He thought.
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Thick needle and thread were lined up, made of the same material that was used to sew up the mouths of the dead. The material was heated in the fireplace, the smell of blood mingled with the fire and gave the metal a bronze color, resembling the color of gleaming armor.
Eren frowned and opened his eyes, while releasing a hiss of pain as he felt the hot needle piercing his skin. Eren looked panicked because Rivaille just remained silent and held his hand tightly. His face flushed.
"I don't want to die..." His words sounded harsh, followed by a murmur of pain. Fear pierced in his perfect face.
"You will not."
"I don't like these masks."
"Then look at me."
Rivaille knelt on the bed, frowning to see that he was also bleeding.
"Be quick." He said to the masked man.
Eren let out another grunt of pain as he felt the black wire stitching the wound, uniting his skin again. Rivaille grabbed his face and kissed him, tears streamed down his face.
He held his arms while the young man writhed in pain. The kisses were calming and numb, their tongues moved together, a trail of saliva dripped from both lips.
Minutes have passed like hours.
Eren was flushed, sweat fell from his face to his neck, the fever making him shiver and his head throbbed as much as the pain of the wound.
"Out."
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The servants that stood in the corner nodded, the doctor came out, his black boots scraping on the wooden floor as he walked away from the marriage bed.
Rivaille stopped for a few seconds to admire his lover. His hair was plastered on his forehead with sweat, his mouth slightly open, his body heaving, his eyes were closed, his long lashes brushing his cheeks. The dim lighting gave the room an exotic feel.
The red satin duvet adorning the bed now barely covered his body. He had a tied black cloth on his left arm, a reminder of a promise that could not be broken.
Rivaille opened the thick curtains, the rain increased in intensity and beat against the windows of the tower. Dead trees waved their branches to the ground and bounced up, in sync with the sound of the wind howling.
Eren closed his eyes for a few moments, relaxing with the sound of rain, his body no longer ached so much and his mind was drifting. A bowl of hot water was left at his side along with several white cloths drenched with scents. The fireplace was keeping the place heated.
Slowly his hands went down to the bowl, his skin burned from the scalding water. The fabric was pressed against the wound and in seconds became crimson with the virginal blood.
Eren shivered at the touch.
"What are you doing?" His eyes made contact for a few seconds until he looked away from the injury.
Rivaille frowned as he looked at the wound, it would leave a scar on the perfect body of his lover.
"I can do it myself." His face burned with shame when slender fingers snaked up his thigh.
"No, you will not."
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He opened a pot of herbs while Eren remained lying, both were in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, the scent invaded his nostrils and was more refreshing than the scented fabric. He rubbed circles next to the wound. Eren sighed with pleasure and moved his hips unconsciously.
Their lips touched again, kisses down the neck to the collarbone, leaving a mark on his property.
The corner of the mouth of the young bled on contact, he approached again and licked the blood that oozed from his swollen lips. His body glistened with the contact of the oils and reflected a bronzed look with the lighting of candles. He planted a long kiss on his navel and he returned this time there was no pain.
"What is happening to others?" He turned his head on the pillow while the thin, cold fingers touched his body, leaving red marks on his skin.
"What others?" A voice whispered in his ear made him wince, but at the same time made him feel guilty for questioning him.
Quick kisses were planted on his face, the pain he felt in his body was not stronger than their own pleasure.
The black fabric was abruptly yanked from his arm.
"You don't break promises."
"Why you say that?"
Rivaille rose from the bed, frowning in disapproval, has he overlooked this detail?
Eren was his and he had no right to think of another person. A feeling of anxiety came over his body. It was better to have it in his hands obediently than make him think of another man.
"Why do you still use it strapped on your arm?"
Eren looked at his arms before popping eyes and remember the promise, it was as if he was oblivious to anything for a few seconds.
He spoke the word that the noble despised most.
"Armin."
"He means so much to you?" His hands traced his mouth as his face approached. Eren felt his heart accelerate.
"Yes, very. I use it to remember the promise you have to keep with me."
"And if..." Rivaille lowered his lips to his ear, he whispered and licked lightly, "Your friend might be in danger. If you decide to stay with me tonight I'll release a tethered crow with this black mark, which means that if anyone on this earth trys to hurt him I'll personally gonna rip their guts out."
"And if I do not accept?"
The man stopped his hands on his neck and applied a little pressure. Eren gasped.
"My order will never be delivered and your friend will die."
"But you did not send him to find someone?" He shivered, not from cold or pain, this time it was fear.
"He could never find this person."
"How can you be so cruel?" Both eyes are filled with tears.
"The world is cruel Eren."
He touched his hair lightly and the younger pushed him away disgusted.
"I'll give you time to think while I clean this dirt from my body."
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His hands rested on his lips, both eyes are like liquid silver, his face focused without any reaction.
"I will give you pleasure, you will feel something you never feel in your entire life. After taking your body you can ask me whatever you want, up to the head of any enemy and I will bring it to you. The pain you will feel in the beginning will not compare to what you feel then. It is a promise of blood."
While talking he leaned forward to kiss him again, biting his lip in the process, tasting of copper in his mouth.
