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Yi Sang wasn’t very knowledgeable about his own body, at times. A pain here or an oddity there wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, and in fact was expected with the work they did.
He was getting many cramps that day. Ranging from barely noticeable, perhaps pleasurable, to so painful he feared he was going to grab his weapon and carve out the cramping muscles himself.
Thankfully it eased off…Though he’s glad the day was easy, thus far. He doesn’t remember most of it from having to deal with the pain, and only really came to when he was prodded by Sinclair.
“Hey, Yi Sang, you’re sweating…You okay?”
“I am…As alright as I am not alright. I will be fine.”
“Do I need to get someone?”
He shakes his head, “I will be fine. I assure you.”
“Well…The bus stopped, do you want to go out and get something warm..? It’s a bit cold out, but…”
Yi Sang hummed, “That would be nice.”
Something warm for the stomach while he tries to relax…He pushes himself up and is immediately wracked with a shudder. And then wet.
He looks down at his pants, and sees dark- and it starts trailing down, slowly…The cramps are well explained now.
Yi Sang just shuddered, before a small step caused another rush and then he fell. He started clinging to his stomach again, and he thinks he heard sounds of Sinclair running off to call the others.
Soon he sees someone above him. Faust. His breathing is struggling and he swears it was hurting beyond something normal, but…He never has had a regular period. So this in its own way is normal too.
“...are you alive, Yi Sang?”
“Barely.”
She fed him a pill, ignoring how comfortable he is in such an action. His wounds did not heal, the blood did not disappear. But he was in less pain. It was enough for him to get onto his knees, dizzy as he is, and look up with dazed dark eyes.
“...Blood is staining me…”
“Yes. Quite a lot of it.”
“Where, is…”
“Hong Lu is resting. If you wish to go to him…”
“I cannot stand, Faust…”
“...I will get him.” And she was off. Yi Sang spent the next five minutes touching the darkened areas. He’d lost enough blood to soak through the darkness of the uniform, and he can even see it as now it was staining his hand.
Fuck.
He feels someone pick him up, and give a bright, cheery smile. “...Sorry to interrupt your rest…”
“No worries~ You were bleeding out, so I wanted to help you out.”
And yet, when he was taken to Hong Lu’s room…He felt a very sudden wave, and it caused him to clutch at his lowers again until Hong Lu set him on the sheets.
And then…Started to take off his pants?
“Hong Lu-”
“I don’t mind, I’ve gotten vomit on here before~ A little blood is nothing.”
“But I, you shouldn’t…” He looked, and from all the blood he saw, he gave a rough swallow and looked away from the clotting mess.
“I don’t mind, Yi Sang.” As if to tantalize, he licked- from his knee, all the way up to his thigh. From kitten-licks to heavier, it made the other squirm as Hong Lu was adamant on trying to clean him with his tongue.
It was gross. But he did it so eagerly, so readily, that he couldn’t help but find it attractive. He felt himself clench down on the nothingness, giving an overly sensitive sound when Hong Lu gets close to his pussy.
Even just a grazing of his tongue is enough to make him tense. Pain bristles underneath pure sensitivity and it’s hard for him to squirm but he’s trying only to feel that he was being kept in place by Hong Lu’s iron-strong grip. “Get…Hong, Lu, please, too much-”
Not that the other was listening. If anything, Yi Sang swore his movements were only hurried, tongue swiping on puffy swollen folds before plunging between them.
Yi Sang practically screamed, too much too soon, too everything and too much. Hands shakingly grab onto his hair, tugging in a weak attempt to pull him away. All it does is get that flowing hair put down, and he tenses when there’s a slurp.
That was definitely not just blood. He refuses to think further on that.
He knew he was getting close when he felt the twinges of pain get tighter and tighter, like another cramp, and suddenly ease with spasms of his legs that only has the other eat with more vigor.
He swears Hong Lu doesn’t stop for well over an hour, and by that point he’s already cried out all the tears he could muster…And has gone through enough orgasms to border on mind break.
Finally the other pulls away, and he is nothing short of a mess. Blood and similar matter is staining his face and his hair and his hands, to which he’s even trying to lick that up.
“You know, Yi Sang, I still want more..~”
He gave a beyond pitiful whimper, as Hong Lu got above him, and gave him a kiss drenched in blood.
“You can handle a bit more, right..?”
He didn’t really have a choice in the matter, as he can feel the painfully large dick ready to pierce. He barely had time to breathe before it was slammed in, blood and saliva aiding greatly in not tearing him apart.
There were no tears left to cry, but Hong Lu certainly seemed to enjoy every dry sob. They have many, many hours left to go…