The utter art of submission, one that was something different. That held a place when the other did it. Yet it didn't matter not, this time around. The words had been spoken, and the pain that was withheld in his heart, was greater than he was accustomed to. The child had been unknowing of the pain he caused, but at the same time he had a sense of knowing.
Yet he didn't accept it. The bowing of the head. He refused for some reason. The dark purpose seeming to reek on his flesh and heart. Madara was not one to give in, even in this state. Despite the child trying to please him. Make him try to come back to his senses, no that wouldn't just happen.
The teeth across skin, and the sharp pain that followed consumed once more. Laying patterns of teeth and skin across the skin of his already reddened neck, leaving the flesh bruised and alive with the deep red color. The color of the crimson liquid that was sliding across it from the teeth marks that had sank into the skin. Ripping the flesh apart, like thin paper.
"You were foolish, and you shall learn."
The words escaped his throat as he pulled away from the bite for seconds, but was followed by an even rougher one on already broken skin. The taste of copper heavy in his mouth, the taste of blood. One that he knew, one that , meant the other was losing.
"Have you given in to the shadows of your heart already?
He puled away from the skin, eyes a scarlet color staring back at him, his hand that had been on his hip moving to dig at the skin under his shirt sliding, and making red lines, that weren't breaking the skin but were causing him did all of this for a reason, there was a blurred line between the pain and the pleasure. And the pleasure blurred in once one of them gave in. It was an act like almost drawing a month to a flame.
Digging into his flesh, and leaving marks, marks that have imprinted the boy since he was a child. Leaving the crescent shaped marks on the bare skin of his hip, tightening the hand around his neck, choking him for brief moments, and then digging that hand across his neck drawing reddened lines from his nails.