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It is after and his breath hasnвЂ™t returned to normal that he realizes he could understand some of what Aoba was saying, and it wasnвЂ™t another language, in his mind the words вЂњRen!вЂќ вЂњStopвЂќ and вЂњIt hurts!вЂќ are still fresh. AobaвЂ™s choked gasps he can understand, and maybe thatвЂ™s enough to wake him up. It dawns on him that the body under him is AobaвЂ™s, and his voice is not distant but his ears are ringing loudly and he canвЂ™t hear a word and no matter how many times he tries to open his mouth to let go of AobaвЂ™s neck he only seems to be increasing the pressure in his bite.

He sounds desperate, is he suffering somewhere. He thinks Aoba might be saying something in another language because he doesnвЂ™t understand a word. HeвЂ™s soft, his flesh gives in and breaks easily, blood pours out into his mouth and throat, some of it even rolls down his chin.

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Ren hears AobaвЂ™s screams as if he were on the other side of a glass wall, his body trembling underneath him, he feels the skin on his shoulder tense at the touch of his tongue, the scrape of his teeth. Noiz opens his eyes and realizes heвЂ™s not alone, but rather sleeping in the middle of another five bodies, all safe. More importantly he hated he was making Aoba scared, with every thrust he gave the wounds opened and sent shivers through his whole body with the rubbing of open skin against AobaвЂ™s walls. He grew concerned, he knew losing so much blood was dangerous and that was something he didnвЂ™t want to do, not even in his dream. Then it wasnвЂ™t only one, or two or three but dozens of lacerations which covered his body and AobaвЂ™s. Aoba grew concerned but what was with him anyway? This was his dream and he could enjoy it. Warm, thick blood dripped from his body and he could feel it very well, the pain, and he couldnвЂ™t help but let out a pleasured moan. Then it is a piercing pain which catches his attention. But something changes, first itвЂ™s AobaвЂ™s expression but that doesnвЂ™t matter to him, he wonders why, and hopes to give it a better thought once he wakes up, right now he doesnвЂ™t want to ruin his dream. Noiz looks down at Aoba, heвЂ™s naked and looking back at him while the whole world becomes nothing, nothing at all, it stops. His hand trembles as he reaches for the blindfold, and he wakes up. Clear holds his head as the melody of a song he once knew grows louder inside his head until it becomes a scream, and thatвЂ™s what he wants to do now that he feels heвЂ™s remembered something important.

вЂњAoba-вЂњ He lifts the covers to reveal what might have once been a whole body but was no more. вЂњAoba-sa-вЂњ his voice trails off when he tries to reach for his arm and realizes itвЂ™s not there. He tries again, Aoba moves his head, as if heвЂ™s waking up, the blindfold preventing him from seeing Clear, but he thinks nothing of it. Instead, he wakes up, and stares at AobaвЂ™s chest rising and falling, -assuring him heвЂ™s safe- the rest of the night.Д¬lear stands at the end of AobaвЂ™s bed in a room he might have seen in another dream, heвЂ™s beautiful, he thinks, I wanna wake him up. He only realizes heвЂ™s dead when he looks down and doesnвЂ™t see a body but a trail of blood enlarging from AobaвЂ™s dripping head. Aoba doesnвЂ™t open his eyes even when Mink desperately tries to get his attention and tell him to wake up. What he hasnвЂ™t seen before is the flames dancing around him, trapping them both in the middle and screams are heard way too close to be his imagination. Mink holds AobaвЂ™s head in his hands, but thatвЂ™s not an unusual dream. The taste of blood still lingers his mouth when he wakes up covered in sweat, and realizes, this time, itвЂ™s his own blood. He tries to let go but Aoba holds his head down. HeвЂ™s surprised to taste blood in his mouth and he realizes Aoba is bleeding and heвЂ™s been digging his fangs (-since when did he have fangs?-) in his flesh. And Koujaku knows just what heвЂ™s expected to do, what he doesnвЂ™t know is why he gives in to this person, -this Aoba imposter- and takes his length in his mouth, so eager another growl escapes his throat. This Aoba brushes his hair tenderly, and his lust-filled breaths are enough to rile him up and he feels sick at the thought of pushing Aoba down to lavish him but somehow heвЂ™s sure this Aoba would like it because when he finishes brushing his body with long white fingers heвЂ™s showing his completely exposed lower half at him. Upon trying to reach for him he realizes heвЂ™s tied and his whole body aches. Koujaku remembers seeing a white figure that oddly resembled Aoba, in a way he cannot yet describe, approaching him with a smile, and all that comes out of his mouth is a low growl in place of AobaвЂ™s name.