gross au

[reanbeanmachine]

[Once upon a time, perhaps, a man named Giliath Osborne had been a good man, a kind father, a loving husband, a good soldier. That was a long, long time ago, long forgotten. These days, there was merely the Blood and Iron Chancellor. A man hellbent on a goal, ready to use everything to achieve it.

Currently, the latest tool from his little workshop was standing in his office facing him with a familiar face, but an unfamiliarly blank expression.

"Siegried" was the name of the doll in front of him, a creature with uses. Already, standing in front of Osborne was plenty of proof that this boy was only a shell that resembled a person, an empty vessel whose memories were sealed away.

He ran his fingertips over the boy's cheek, watching for any reaction, any flinch or concealed disgust. Nothing. Obedience. Perfect.

There was more he could test for this, and if that proved successful, this doll could be useful in very many ways indeed. His fingers lifted a lock of white hair, let it slide over his knuckles as he pulled his hand away.]

Siegfried, I want you to kneel.

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[awakenerd]

[Rean does watch him, and then picks him up and carries him to the loft and kind of rolls him into it from over his shoulder. Then he goes and tries to take bites out of the food himself, shuddering and spitting out each thing he tries until he gives up and paces the room, takes a bath and gets in the new clothes, and crawls onto Crow's loft bed again, resting his chin on his knees to watch Crow sleep and sink deeper into a hunger that claws at his already ravaged sanity.]

[filetofish]

[He's going to keep jumping at this whole staring thing for at least a few more days. He doesn't actually remember getting home so it's even weirder this time, but he gets up, cleans up, fights with Rean, and leaves.

He comes back just as late this time but he brought some more spare clothes and a cookpot so there's that! And he's actually fully conscious while he's releasing Rean.]

Alright, you pain. It's dinner time.

[And this time if Rean won't eat he's gonna force it, because Rean's got to be starving for real by now.]

[awakenerd]

[Honestly this time Rean just crates himself. Not because he's accepted Crow going but because the hunger is. Intolerable. And he's pretty reluctant about leaving the basement when Crow comes home, hanging back away from him warily, not even doing as much eerie staring, instead biting his nails and restlessly, annoyingly, shuffling out of Crow's range.

When Crow tries to get him to eat he just backs away.]

[filetofish]

...Did I do something yesterday?

[He can't remember and that wigs him out. Which is good probably because without amnesia trauma he'd get addicted in no time flat.

He wiggles an apple at Rean.]

I really don't want you to starve.

[awakenerd]

[It's not like he can explain so he just turns his head away like an animal uninterested in the food offered.]

[filetofish]

Do I have to cook it? Aren't you hungry?

[He's so tired. This is so dumb. Crow sighs, rubbing the unbruised side of his face.]

What do I do now...?

[awakenerd]

[Rean's eyes trace that movement a moment and then he moves, jerkily, walking past Crow and to the basement, closing the door on himself. Which isn't the most effective when he can't lock himself in but it's the best he can do to communicate.]

[filetofish]

...Rean?

[What is going on? Does Rean dislike him now? Did he do something awful he can't remember?

He's following, opening the door and calling after him.]

Hey, come here. I'm not gonna hurt you.

[awakenerd]

[Nope. he's walking down the stairs and refusing to look back.]

[filetofish]

[Mmmmnope he's following.]

Rean! What did I do?

[awakenerd]

[He turns when he gets to the bottom, his eyes glowing in the near dark, teeth bared, definitely looking not sane. He's not backing away from Crow though.]

[filetofish]

Hey...

[Rean often doesn't look sane, so it's not stopping Crow from approaching. He's not sure what's going on but he's going to try to pull Rean into his arms anyway, knowing it's helped in the past.]

It's okay.

[awakenerd]

[He makes a soft noise like, it's hard to place what the noise is but it might be a sob?

Anyway a second later his mouth is on Crow's neck, an arm around his waist, and his teeth are sinking in.]

[filetofish]

[Crow's definitely not expecting that, and he tenses and gasps -- but then he makes a completely lewd noise, as he's hit by pleasure instead of the pain a bite like that should bring.

What the hell is this? He's confused and upset but also flushed and turned on and for a second or two he can't think to resist. But forced pleasure isn't something he's up for right now so once he's done being shocked he starts to struggle, shoving at Rean.]

H-hey! Stop that!

[awakenerd]

[He did... Try. He tried to be a good dog but now that Crow's blood is in his mouth he's making his own somewhat lewd noises. More like the noises someone makes when eating something really delicious but you know, those can be sex noises too.

He's completely ignoring Crow because he's so, so so so so so so hungry and Crow tastes so good and he needs this desperately, holding onto him and sucking at the wound on his neck, tongue lapping at his skin as he drinks, mindless. He doesn't really care or know how sexual he's being he's just, super hungry.]

[filetofish]

Rean--

[This is frightening. It's dangerous and it feels weird and Crow's frantically trying to escape, pushing and squirming and trying to poke Rean in the eyes. But he's panting too, and making tiny confused whimpers.]

Get off!

[awakenerd]

[He's starving Crow. It's been days since he ate. But eventually the struggles pry him off, and he stumbles back, licking his lips, not looking any saner, but maybe that woefully inadequate meal has taken the edge off enough.]

[filetofish]

[Crow backs up a little, til the stairs are at his back, pressing a hand to the bite wound.]

...Is this why...?

[Why he wouldn't eat? Why he was trying to hide?]

[awakenerd]

[Rean doesn't move, just stares at Crow with unblinking, eerie eyes, Crow's blood still bright on his lips.]

[filetofish]

[It's not hard to put two and two together. The thing is... If this is what Rean needs, shouldn't Crow give it to him? He wants Rean to be safe. He can't just let him starve.

But Crow's already lost a lot of agency lately. In some ways that means he desperately wants not to have to give anymore. But he also feels so empty, so used that it shouldn't matter if there's some other part of himself that doesn't belong to him. Especially if it's Rean. He's doing this all for Rean. That's what he's been telling himself, to get through the horror he's facing. He'll do anything for Rean.

It takes him a moment to steel himself. He has to take a few deep breaths, scrub his face with his hands. But ultimately he gives in, and approaches Rean again with a sad smile.]

Ah, whatever. C'mere. Eat.

[awakenerd]

[His instinct is to not hurt Crow but his instinct is also to survive, and he's... SO hungry.

It doesn't take any persuasion really, for him to step forward and shove Crow back against the wall, pressing his mouth to Crow's neck and letting his teeth sink in with needy hungery noises.]

[filetofish]

[Reflex has Crow's hands braced against Rean's chest, but love keeps them from pushing him away. He doesn't like this, but it's a matter of survival for Rean and Crow's body is sturdy.

He leans his head back against the wall, baring his throat, staring up at the ceiling with flushed cheeks and a dazed expression. It really feels good. Given Crow's everything whether that makes it better is debatable but it does make it easier, physically, to withstand. It also makes his breath ragged, and one hand slips around to cling to Rean's back as each pull of blood sends a shiver down Crow's spine. The other he's threading through Rean's hair, soothing and encouraging as Crow gets dizzier and less resistant to the feeling, arching against Rean and making soft pleasured sounds even while his vision goes spotty.]

[awakenerd]

[He's not, you know, in his right mind, hasn't been for a while now, so any thought of like, moderation? not there. Not even a thought. He's hungry, he's starving actually, and Crow tastes so good and isn't pushing him away, is actually pressing against him encouragingly...

So he's going to greedily, hungrily press Crow against the wall and drink and drink, gulping down his blood and the pleasure of eating him with little moans of his own.]

[filetofish]

Nn... Rean--

[His voice is wanting but also stressed, and very soft. Rean's taking too much and even though Crow's fairly sure he'll be fine it's still scary to feel the effects of blood loss. He's trying to hold tighter but actually his grip is starting to loosen.]

I... I can't...

[He can't breathe. He's not getting any oxygen and he's hyperventilating as his body tries to keep up. But he still doesn't push Rean away. He just hangs on until he can't -- til his hands fall and his eyes roll back and he goes limp, totally unconscious.]

[awakenerd]

[He's drink until Crow faints in his arms and then he'll be a very upset whiny dog and sit with him, staring at him in deep concern until he figures out he's alive and carries him to his loft again.

At least all the damage from throwing himself at the basement door and screaming is... Healing. Fast. He feels more alert and restless, too, but upset in a way he can't really explain, as he sits by Crow and watches his shallow breathing.]