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[broil]

" talk to me, baby. "
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[splintercells]

[He accepts the glass, but he's not sure how he holds it in such numb fingers. Fingers that are also itching for his gun, except that he knows it'll do nothing - maybe even make him more likely to snap into a rage.

Just a little bit of blood. Oh, this is fucked up. This is as fucked up as they've gotten yet, by far.]

How do I know that won't just make you hungrier?

[broil]

[To which he just arches his brows.]

Do you get hungrier when you eat?

[splintercells]

When I was starving? Yeah. One bite and my stomach hurt more than ever. But I didn't have any more.

[He just - doesn't want to look like a buffet at any point while he's here. This is the most amazingly fine line to walk.]

[broil]

Well. I'm not starving right now.

[Drinking some mo'.]

[splintercells]

You're serious.

[Cole knew he was serious all along. But somehow, for some reason, he has to say that out loud. Voice the fact that this is something they're considering.]

It'll keep you - it's good enough?

[broil]

[It's hardly an emergency. Petre made the post now before it ever could become one, and that was considering the fact that even the eudio representatives may not come up with an alternative solution. A brace thyselves for the apocalypse hypothetical scenario.

But then, if they couldn't make their machines work, how would they create more synthetic meat. It really wasn't all that far-fetched.]

It'll soothe me.

[a light shrug.]

[splintercells]

[He came here to protect Petre and the city from one another, right? What if this is what he has to do? If the alternative is someone getting eaten...

His Adam's apple bobs around a hard swallow.]

Get me a knife. A sharp one.

[broil]

We don't need one.

[He sticks his tongue out, shows just a slight shift of teeth into fangs. But if Cole insists, he'll fetch a sharp knife and deposit it in his hand.]

[splintercells]

[Okay, that makes him shudder right down to his bones.]

A clean wound'll heal faster. [Not a full objection, but god, is he ever facing the full truth of what Petre is now.]

[broil]

[Well, Cole has the knife now. So Petre steps back and gives whatever space the guy needs, a certain kind of eagerness in his eyes now.]

[splintercells]

[It's hard to know where to cut. The palm of the hand is classic, but that's also an awkward place for a wound while it heals. Inner arm, above the wrist? Upper arm?

He eventually shrugs off his jacket, a short-sleeved shirt beneath it, and his VII scar almost seems to flex and stretch with the movement as he takes the knife in his right hand and makes the cut between the vein-rich areas at the wrist and near the elbow. Nice and safe. There's only the barest wince, and as the blood starts to pool, he holds his arm out.]

[broil]

[It's not just a kind of eagerness anymore. He's completely eager now, as his eyes follow every movement of the hand holding the knife. How it rests against skin before he presses harder, slides smoothly and slashes his arm open to then let blood pool and stream.

He makes sure he's allowed to come closer, glancing at Cole first, then finally reaching out with a hand to hold it beneath his arm. Then he lifts it up and lowers his head, meeting in the middle. He starts with a non-kiss, a press of his lips so he can taste the blood that sticks with his tongue. Then, open-mouthed, he sucks at the rest that comes out insistently. He won't stop until Cole's body works and makes it stop, which should be soon.

Somewhere in the middle of this obscene offering, the demon can't help producing a sound in his throat, a murmur of pleasure. How long has it been since he's had fresh, real blood so abundantly? Cole was right to worry, because it does make Petre crave more, but that's why Petre was smart enough to lie. Nothing bad happens, but Cole might want to make him stop before he gets too dizzy.]

[splintercells]

[He's breathing heavily, his stomach turning, as he watches Petre drink his blood with such obvious greed. It's disgusting and erotic all at once, makes his skin prickle with goosebumps, and he doesn't know from which they come. That sound Petre makes doesn't help anything, and that's when he yanks his arm back and presses the opposite hand to the wound immediately.]

Get - [He is woozy, little stars in his vision for a moment.] - get a towel or something.

[broil]

[He stays with his mouth open, looking dazed when Cole suddenly pulls away. There's blood staining his lips, which he thoroughly licks off, gathering himself back up with a deep breath before running his hair through his hair to arrange it.

A towel. Right. He'll get that, then just shove it against Cole's chest.]

That was good. Thanks.

[No, he definitely sounds a bit breathless, pupils dilated. And his hand isn't going anywhere.]

[splintercells]

[It is fucking obscene to watch Petre lick his lips clean of blood. Cole's head spins worse than ever, and when he's finally got the towel to press against the wound, he starts to stagger toward any nearby furniture where he could sit. He's trying not to look at Petre at all, see how flustered he looks now.]

I just need a minute. [That much is obvious. He's pale, just a bit, and his gaze is unfocussed.]

[broil]

[He'll help Cole to sit down, unless he's shooed off to give him space again. Instead of waiting around, he retreats into the bathroom to wash himself and check if any blood dropped onto his clothes. Nope, he's good.

So he comes back out and crouches down in front of Cole.]

Now I owe you.

[splintercells]

[Despite his current state, there's not even a split-second of confusion at the offer. Just extreme distrust, because Petre was just talking about eating human flesh and then sucking his blood. He's not sure he wants Petre's mouth anywhere near him right now.]

I'm good. Just let me get my strength back.

[broil]

[To which he grins brightly, like they just spent a lovely afternoon together.]

Hungry?

[splintercells]

No. [Oh wow, that comes out way too fast.] No. Not hungry. You got any juice?

[broil]

[baby, you got juice]

Sure.

[and he stands.]

Any preference?

[splintercells]

Orange.

[It's the best for having blood taken. Something he knows. While Petre goes to get it, he sits back and breathes in and out slowly - breathe, that's what everyone said when he had to calm down, slow and deep breaths. He can't wrap his head around what he just did, not even with the wound stinging freshly and reminding him no matter how much he'd like to forget. It'll throb for awhile too as it heals, itch in the final stages, so he won't be blotting out the memory any time soon.

It was for the good of the city. For the good of someone he's chosen to count as a friend. But Petre enjoyed it on a much deeper level than sustenance, and... maybe some element of it excited Cole, too. If it were only the blood, he probably wouldn't have turned down that blow job, which says a lot. It's just the matter of flesh that made him leery right after giving Petre something he'd been denied for quite awhile.

He shakes himself out of his contemplation when Petre returns, knowing he'll have to stay here at least awhile to shake off this weakness and he can't be brooding over it the whole time.]

Thanks. Wanna tie this up for me? [He indicates the towel - he can't hold pressure on the wound while drinking, so they need to make a kind of tourniquet.]

[broil]

[For Petre, this instance served absolutely no purpose but gluttony. A little bit of lust, too, because he knows perfectly well what he and Cole can end up doing together, how crazy they can both get with Petre encouraging Cole to lower his inhibitions. If he told him that it'd probably just send him out the door again, so Petre deliberately refrains from making any further comment on his generosity.]

Mhm.

[He gets on his knees again, starts to work with what he knows to wrap it up. He doesn't... have any knowledge in the medical field because he and Diana just heal up instantly. Welp.]

Warned your friends about me?

[splintercells]

[It's tight, so it's good enough. Cole was careful to make the cut only just deep enough for the blood to flow, so it'll scab over and heal on its own.

His gaze is sharp when he looks up from the makeshift bandage to Petre. Does he still not get this?]

No. I came straight here. You were being responsible so there was nothing to warn about. I just wanted to keep it that way.

[broil]

[No, he doesn't, because who the fuck cares about Petre.]

You know. I didn't think you had it in you, but that's smart. Being afraid of me.

[He means it, but uses a tone that could very well be taken as deflective humor. I WILL NEVER BE LOOOOOOOVED]

[splintercells]

[Cole's tone is getting more and more terse, but he's not getting outright angry like last time; that just shuts Petre down, usually because he finds it humorous. Just keep delivering the truth until it finally breaks through whatever he's got in his head.]

I was worried about you. You're not gonna hear that, huh, that's just going right out the other ear.