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The dimly lit room smelled of dampness, stuffy air and mold. Enki found himself rummaging through a stack of books, trying to find whatever may help aid in the coming future. His eyes began to glaze over as he turned the pages, each one weakly protesting with every turn, even as he tried to be as delicate as he possibly could. It was hard to ignore you in the room, moving as quietly as you could across the stone floor around the library. Each footfall and shuffle of clothing took him away from the book he was trying to read.
“Could you be any more distracting than you already are?”
You simply glanced over, exhausted and still covered in brown, crusted blood from many previous fights, too hungry and tired to manage a reply towards him. Your eyes were heavily lidded, glazed over like his. After only sparing a moment’s look, you continued on with your wandering. This was his regular way of speaking, anyway, and add in the dire circumstances you found yourselves in, both of your tempers were wearing needle thin. There was no need to start an argument when there was a deep intrinsic understanding that this was not personal. Neither of you had the heart nor energy to do so, anyway.
“Why, you ungrateful --” he pinched the bridge of his nose before letting out a frustrated exhale. His breath steadied before he put his attention back to the book he was reading. Two people were already lost in a fight. Enki was able to raise them both as ghouls, who currently guarded the two entrances within the room. Their visages almost relieved him, in a way, maybe now that their company was of one he was more accustomed to. No more incessant whining, nor did he now have to worry about divvying up the rations as much. They were mindless, quiet, and obedient. Perfect. A better end than to what they originally were. Although he could tell it weighed heavily on your mind, seeing your once dear comrades as zombies who were devoid of any of their originating personality while still wearing their skin. It had obviously greatly impacted your resolve. Best to leave you be and exchange the same courtesy you were giving him. At least now he could have his silence.
It was unbearably difficult. Anytime he heard your shuffling, your breathing, his heart stirred in unfamiliar ways. It was frustrating, a nuisance, getting in the way of his ultimate goal here. How did you not realize he’s doing this for you, anyway? He could have just left after the fight, taken his new servants with him and abandoned you to starve to death or be mauled. Instead, he kept you safe in his company. Another short exhale left his throat, acutely aware of how this place was starting to affect his mind and disposition. If he could just continue to concentrate with what was in front of him, maybe he could ground himself back into reality again.
Just as he was finding a good rhythm and headspace to gather information, he heard soft footfalls behind him. He didn’t bother turning around, as he had been trying his best to ignore you regardless. That is, until he felt a hand gently touch the side of his arm, to which he immediately recoiled his whole side away, glowering down at the new form that appeared near him.
“Enki, here.” Your personal pipe laid on the table with some freshly procured tobacco. He silently regarded it before carefully lifting his gaze towards yours, a deep scowl already deeply etched into his features.
“I was able to scavenge this, we need to both be at our sharpest.” Your eyes were pleading.
He sighed again as his shoulders sagged, aware of an olive branch when offered one. He gently lifted the pipe and lit it with one of the gathered tinderboxes. You had always been gracious to him, even though he was nothing short of curt to you. You were excellent at alchemy and crafting differing vials for the group, and the amount of times you had bandaged him up or shared a pipe of tobacco or opium in these quiet, dark moments left his heart softening yet again. Your usefulness had endeared you to him, at least, that is what he kept telling himself.
“... I am doing this for us, you know.”
You nodded, unable to find the energy to argue. The tension eased slightly, but not enough to bring any sort of true comfort. “I know. Thank you.”
The ghouls of your former comrades may be keeping look-out, but you noticed in your wanderings that they growled like dogs whenever you came near. They completely barred you from looking out of the room much less exiting it. Complicated feelings arose from your mind; you knew you were trapped by a man you felt was barely human himself, but one you could not leave without fear you could die alone in this dungeon. You had to be clever with your words so as to not upset Enki, knowing his mind was ebbing from him. He always had a small liking towards you, which you could use to your advantage. The fact he didn’t outright ignore you was proof enough of that.
“We should rest for a little while, eat some of what we have left.” You rested a single finger on his arm, caressing it up and down. “They are watching out for us, anyway. We’ll be alerted if anything comes by.”
He didn’t jolt away this time, the herb blanketing his calmed mind. He instead glared down at your wandering finger before conceding. “... Very well. We have more food with them dead now, at least.”
You swallowed the ball in your throat and gave him a forced smile and a short laugh. His heart lurched forward again, startling him, shortly followed by a deep pang of disgust. He inwardly groaned, following your lead towards a different table nearby.
“I figured you didn’t want to eat near the books you pulled.” You used the sleeve of your robe to wipe down the collection of dust off the wooden table. Another pang in his chest at your idle consideration.
You pulled out the last bits of grilled meat from your bag as he took the seat directly next to you. They were already starting to spoil but neither of you had the privilege of being picky. You both ate in relative silence in the dusty library. After finishing, he glanced over at you, noticing your skin devoid of color. The light in your eyes diminished like his were before you had generously let him smoke from your pipe. He sighed loudly as you mindlessly regarded nothing, and brought out a small silver dagger from your now shared bag.
He took off one of the green leather gloves from his hand and expertly sliced into the flesh of his wrist, upon a scarred line that had been carved into many times before. He barely winced as the metal broke open his porcelain skin, and fresh blood began to flow freely and drip from his arm. He brought over his arm towards your direction, finally breaking your reverie.
“What.. What are you doing?” Your eyes locked into his. He returned his expression unamused.
A huff of air escaped through his nose. “You are anemic, are you not, alchemist? You need iron. Drink.” He spoke as if stating the obvious, and brought his forearm closer to your mouth in emphasis.
“Is this your way of flirting, priest?” A weak smile broke through as you relented and dipped your head down towards his skin, holding his arm in place with both your hands on either side. One hand entangled in his palm as the other grabbed onto his forearm lightly. Your mind was leaving you and your stomach still twisted in pain. Anything would be better than nothing right now.
“You are just-” a sharp intake of breath interrupted him as he felt your lips upon his wound. Your tongue began to gently lap up the blood that was now beginning to dribble down your chin. Your confidence grew with every taste, and your tongue pressed harder into the open gash searching for more sustenance. While you lightly traced the open seam of the wound, a soft, strangled moan emanated next to you. You glanced at the source of the noise and made immediate eye contact with the priest, his eyes boring into your visage. His other gloved hand was barely covering his mouth, and his face was dusted an unusual pink.
You continued holding his gaze as you lifted your head enough for him to see your tongue continuing to encircle the raised skin of the open seam. It still was red and puffy. It weakly bled as you cleaned it completely.
“Would you stop looking at me like that, you brute?” He gasped out and turned his head away from you.
Another weak laugh broke from your mouth, the blood drying on your chin and lips. Emboldened by his bashfulness that you were, “I think you’re enjoying yourself, priest, I am the one simply feeding.”
He tried to rip his arm away from you but you held steadfast onto him. You brought it up to your lips once more and kissed it, earning you another incensed gasp before finally allowing him to fully pull his arm away from you. Color returned to your face while the blood on your lips began to dry to a darker, rusted hue. The damp air twinged with a metallic smell, more welcoming than before.
“I am never allowing you my blood again.”
“Oh? You really seemed to rather enjoy the show.” Your eyes dropped down the length of his robe before stopping at the obvious stiff bulge bunching up the black gown that he wore. He let out an annoyed huff before crossing his legs over himself, trying to hide his arousal. The effect you had on him was starting to hit his wit’s end. Even through his annoyance, his eyes did not stray from yours.
“This is how you repay me? Taking pleasure in my debasement?” His normal snarl looked so familiar upon his face.
“Ah, you’re right, as always. My apologies, Enki. Allow me this, then, to show you my appreciation.” Whatever it took, it seems, to make sure he would keep your company in this forsaken place.
Your coy teasing wasn’t lost on him.
“You impudent little -”, he began to let out another snarled retort back to you before it was swallowed in his mouth upon the closed distance between you. His heart leapt to his throat when your mouth fell inches away from his face, the smell of metal and the herbs you dutifully gather over-taking any other scent in this ancient library. His breath ceased seeing an alighted gleam in your eyes.
“Dark priest, yield to me for a moment.” His stilled movement and lack of protest was acceptance enough, you knew.
Enki was completely unmoving as your lips touched his cheek, your hand gently coming up and holding the other side of his face. An intimate act that was wholly out of place in the circumstance you both found yourselves in, but one that was readily welcomed. The breath he held finally released as you moved to kiss him just as gently, smearing his blood in a trailed line of rusted intimacy. The hand on his cheek moved to the back of his head, gathering a good fistful of his hair from his scalp and holding it firmly. He moaned into your mouth as your grip tightened, blonde strands bunching up in your hand. Your tongue slipped between his lips as he continued to let out soft groans in your mouth, mixing his blood between you both, the taste making him salivate more as his stomach twisted in knots. He did not know if it was from the barely abated hunger or this small pocket of intimacy he would never allow himself to think on for longer than a moment.
As you parted from him, you were able to get another good look at him. There was always the risk he would immediately push you off, calling you any litany of insults. Though, when meeting his gaze, you noticed the foggy haze over his half-lidded eyes, the way his breaths were shallow, the old blood smeared on his cheeks to his chapped lips, how he did as you asked and followed your lead.
Your lips found the crook of his neck, hiding the smirk that was beginning to tug at you. Too easy. You found the thin skin there and began to lightly suck and nip at it, licking the blossoming red wounds. Another broken sound emanated from him as you pulled on his bunched up hair.
“I have always admired you, you know.” Your words ghosted across his throat and he had to bite his bottom lip, disallowing any more embarrassing sounds to come out.
Your other hand racked your nails against his clothed chest, painstakingly making their way towards his protruding sex.
“You do not rely on anyone. Your drive towards your own goals makes everyone else pale in comparison.” Your thumb found the tip of his shaft and circled it, putting the softest bit of pressure on it as you did so. A wet spot already began to form on his robe, undoubtedly smearing precum on the head of his cock underneath. It earned you another keening moan out of the man.
“I have wanted you since I saw you, priest.”
A thread snapped in Enki’s mind upon hearing those words. It was obvious, he convinced himself, this whole time.
Before you could bite down on his aching neck once more, you felt a hand grab the front of your robe. He twisted up the fabric and pushed you off of him, still holding onto you tightly while you nearly lost your balance on the chair you were sitting in. Your hands abandoned their musings to grab at his tightening fist at your chest, eyes widening in surprise as he pulled you up to your feet with him. Both the chairs you sat on fell over in the scuffle. He towered over you, pulling your face closer to his to meet his intense gaze.
“I know, how daft do you think I am that I haven’t noticed? Your rapturous glances, your incessant care-taking, your feeble attempts at making conversation. You did this to me, alchemist. What did you put in my rations?” His face was contorted in some blind, confused rage, overtaken by his paranoia and the madness of this place.
“What are you talking about? Of course I haven’t wasted any of my clippings on you.”
“Liar. Little hedonist, you have curated my lust.” The hot breath of his accusations fell directly on your lips.
“Enki, listen to me. I still have some tobacco left, smoke the rest of it and calm down.” You spoke firmly, trying to ground him back to reality, but his grip on you never let up. His power was surprising when his form appeared so skeletal. All the adrenaline pumping through gave him wild strength, even in his emaciated body.
Finally, he grabbed the silver dagger that had been abandoned next to you and forced your back towards the decrepit wooden table, pushing you roughly into it. “And have you continue to trick me? Further searing your visage in my mind? You know how deeply I have ached for you, alchemist, through some sort of wicked deciet. I shall give you what you have wanted so.”
Another open palmed push on your chest to fully splay your back against the table. The silver dagger was pressed against your throat, impeding any sort of attempt to right yourself back on steady feet. The table continued to creak loudly as his body pressed against yours, his hard shaft prodding your stomach harshly. He steadied his breath as his cock continued to grind against you. Pathetic whimpers and unintelligible words tumbled out of his mouth, his eyes on where his cock was trying to find any source of relief against you.
A frustrated sigh left his mouth as he harshly pulled up your robe with his free hand. He brought the dagger down to your underwear, putting the blade carelessly between your sex and cloth, slicing against your lips on the cold metal. A shriek left your mouth feeling the sharp sting of an open wound. He cut through your underwear shortly after, leaving your sex open to the cold breeze of the room. It was quickly replaced with his still clothed cock pressing against your exposed cunt. He pressed further as blood began to drip onto the table, the tip of the dagger resting on your inner thigh. The soft flesh there stung as his incoherent bucking encouraged the dagger to slip through your skin, pop out, then slip back in at a different point of entry.
“Enki, please, I promise I didn’t do anything, release me.” You attempted to sit up before he plunged more of the dagger into your thigh, pinning it to the table. Another yell ripped through your mouth as tears began to well up. Your vision became foggy, looking up at him while the searing pain radiated from your thigh, only to find him smiling for the first time since you both had met.
He twisted his other hand back into the front of your robe, pulling you closer to him, bringing you to sit up at the table’s edge, metal still firmly planted in your leg. He used his free hand to pull up his robe up past his hips, his swollen cock bobbing in its release.
His head leaned down towards you as his mouth leaned close to your ear, hot and unsteady breath pelting and coming through in loud, overwhelming waves. The curtain of his long pale hair blocked out everything and everything in this room. All your senses were clouded by him, and him alone.
“Yield to me, alchemist.”
With one quick thrust, he was fully sheathed in you. A relieved groan escaped his lips, his hands messily disrobing you so it lay bunched up around you, exposing your chest. He grabbed onto your waist, his nails pressing into you through his gloves. His arm carelessly hit against the dagger in your thigh making you yelp. The metal swam around the meat of your flesh, plucking at random nerves as he rutted into you without any sort of rhythm. A light-headed airiness started filling your mind. Before you could allow it to fully take you and pass out into some forgiving darkness, a gloved finger came up to pinch your nipple, eliciting another shriek from you. His other hand held fast onto your waist.
“Why are you making such a fuss?” His raspy words came mockingly sweet in your ear, drenched in a saccharine tone. “I thought this is what you had wanted.” The loud slaps of your bodies echoed throughout the room.
Your hands came up to grasp his chest, tears slipping down your cheeks as the pain pulsed from your thigh in waves. His thrusts punctuated each wave of ache from your straining flesh, blood now spilling onto the floor beneath you both. Your bottom lip was swollen and bloodied from biting it down, trying to keep your whimpers and cries at bay. His hips were now covered in both your blood and your wetness, mixing both of the fluids together.
“You pathetic thing, you have always been so pitiful. You have always needed my help. You couldn’t have possibly gotten this far without my insight. You have no reason to be here.” Every word he spoke came out in ragged breaths. His thrusts became even more incoherent when he saw your tear-stained face and ruddied complexion.
His scowl deepened as he roughly grabbed your face with his hand, the soft leather becoming wet from your weeping. “You are mine. Say it, tell me who you belong to, alchemist.”
“I am yours, Enki, forgive me, I-” A loud, wanton groan interrupted your pleas as he pressed his hips completely flush into yours, cumming deep into your drenched cunt.
He held you impossibly close as he huffed, regaining his composure. He ground his hips into you, riding out the waves of his release, not bothering to look at you as his head rested on your shoulder. You tried to still yourself, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his anger, knowing any little thing could bother him.
Finally, his breathing began to steady as he lifted his head from you and pulled out of you entirely. A soft whimper escaped your lips feeling significantly understimulated from all that had transpired. He held your gaze for a few brief moments before rolling his eyes and leaving your side to clean himself up.
“Get up, we have spent enough time here as it is. We need to go further in and find our way to Ma’habre.” He threw an already soiled cloth at you as he pulled down his robe and dusted himself off.
The waves of pain increased as you sat up straight, back crying out in protest. You steadily pulled out the dagger that had been lodged into you, sprays of blood followed it in a messy trail as it released itself from your thigh. A lengthy groan accompanied its removal. Getting down to the floor and trying to find steady footing was hard enough, when the abused leg had found the ground, you stumbled. Your body nearly hit the ground when one of your long-dead comrades roughly grabbed your bicep to hold you up. Had Enki actually commanded it to hold you up? You warily found his eyes boring into you, clearly enjoying what he was beholding. Blood was still smeared on your face and leg, you wiped them down with the cloth he offered, and in your now shared pack found enough gauze to wrap your oozing thigh in. A blue vial was found deep inside which you greedily drank down, and redressed yourself completely.
Enki had already been flanked by your other dead comrade, arms crossed and scowling at you, as if you were purposefully lollygagging and wasting his time. The one ghoul who had helped you up grabbed your arm once more, lurching you towards him roughly, nearly losing your balance in the process.
“Come here, my alchemist,” he smirked, “let us be off now.”