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The metallic smell of blood was something that Kakihara had grown quite fond of.
Especially when it was his own.
But the taste was something else entirely; almost as sweet as the ache spreading through his shattered bones.
Kakihara could feel the wet warmth of it pool around his mangled body. It gurgled in the back of his throat, and each of his labored laughs sent it spurting out, spilling down his sliced smile to seep into his ruptured eardrums.
It was perfect.
This was what Kakihara had waited for all his life—the ultimate thrill of the frantic chase, the violent fight, the quiet, utter despair at the end of it all—and he wished he could sink down and stay there forever.
There was just one thing bugging him.
His slashed hand traveled down his equally ruined clothing, stopping to palm his throbbing cock through his flashy bottoms. It was a mystery to him as to how he hadn’t cum in his pants yet—or maybe he had—he wasn’t sure whether the dampness was his spend or just more blood.
The zipper of his jeans scratched and scraped against his hard length as he pulled himself out carelessly, but it only added to his sick idea of pleasure.
He was stuck in an endless loop of ecstasy as his wounds pulsated and shot through him in white-hot flashes, bringing back a memory filled with excruciating pain for each one.
Kakihara was the highest he had ever been as he pumped his cock in a tight fist. The gaping gash he received on his palm in an attempt to block Ichi’s blade stung and throbbed deliciously as it was pressed and spread open against his cock.
But the blood made the slide too easy, and his exposed flesh against his shaft was softer than what he was accustomed to.
At that moment, Kakihara longed for one of his needles; he imagined how he would shove it down his urethra and make a mess of his insides until he was numb with the pain-
Or perhaps, one last beating from Boss Anjo would have been better-
His depraved thoughts, paired with the memory of the final blow dealt by Ichi—the one that sent him plummeting towards the ground while looking up at that crazed expression—had him quivering and digging the sharp edge of his fingernail into his pierced slit.
His eyes fluttered shut as heat raced through his body one last time.
Kakihara knew it was over, and he was elated that, in the end, Ichi hadn’t disappointed him.
Fuck, that was great, he thought, letting his head thump against the soiled concrete before everything went black.