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"Akito, do you think I'm supposed to sharpen it?" Toya asks, as if Akito's the one who's been doing all the research on what they're doing.
Well, he has. Making Toya do all the research on cutting people up and cannibalism would send him on a goddamn watchlist, and he'd definitely be sent to hospital if he didn't do all the cooking instructions everywhere.
His head is honestly spinning right now. None of this seems real, and he can't tell if he thinks that in a good or bad way. "Of course, it'll make the cut cleaner and heal quicker." He replies, voice cracking a bit.
"Alright, thank you." His partner's voice is gentle, soothing, contrasting the harsh sound of the knife being sharpened.
How did they even get to this point...
He thinks it all started when he started to nibble on Toya. Nothing serious or weird, he just had some random urge to chew on his partner's collarbone. Toya told him that he liked how it felt and he was okay with it, saying that it's fine as long as he asks first. Then, his partner started to bite him too.
Toya would look at him like he hung the stars after chewing on him. He isn't sure why, there's no reason for it and his partner would always just laugh it off. They kept doing it, until one day Toya mentions to him the idea of eating each other out of love.
He obviously said no at first, that's some crazy shit after all, but overtime Toya kept doing research into it and talking to him about it. And the more that Toya seemed interested, the more he caved.
He loves Toya more than anything. He will (begrudgingly) admit that he is weak to everything his partner says. He's starting to believe that it might actually be a good idea, he honestly gets the "wanting to have a bit of each other within each other" thing. It'll be a one time thing, and Akito's had thoughts of wanting to melt into his partner before. It wouldn't be too far-fetched...
Toya kisses his forehead. "Are you okay, Akito?" He whispers. He can feel his heart beat faster. Goddamn ... Such a sickly cute boy. He really doesn't understand how Toya is his. "Mhm.... a little nervous honestly." He murmurs back. Toya's smile is so loving. His Toya is so lovely, so incredibly loving and lovely. He's hopelessly in love with this dumbass who sings with him.
Well, he's certainly not complaining.
"You're the strongest person I know. I'm sure you'll be able to do this, Akito." Toya plays with his hair, but his eyes never latch off his neck, even if that's not where he'll be cutting later. They've researched and deduced that the thigh would be best, with the higher fat and lower chance to hit an artery. "I don't want to hurt you, I just want to have some of you with me." Toya told him while searching it up.
It was a fight to search anything up, to be fair. They decided the thigh would be better, easier to hide, has enough fat and muscle there to stay away from any arteries, and it's usually been used when flaying people. His partner won't be flaying anyone (he hopes) but it's cool enough to know anyway.
The table is set up, a towel, adhesive dressings and bandages for the wound after, some gel thing that Toya bought to help keep the wound safe post-cut, a needle and thread to sew him up after and a recommended dose of painkillers. They also have a container, open and ready to store the chunk of Akito his partner will be (hopefully) savoring. Toya spent a lot of time at the store trying to get the perfect ones for him, worried of anything going wrong. Hell, he's washed the knife seven times now, currently turning to go make it eight. "Toya, I'm sure it's clean."
"I just want to make sure. I want you to experience minimal pain." His partner cleans the knife, passing over the sharp edge as carefully as he can. "I'm sure you don't want soap in your leg." He laughs quietly.
It feels oddly peaceful, despite his shaking hands. A slight anxiety threatens to break it, but Toya is just so calming, so nice to be around....
He is so whipped. So down bad. Worse than An.
Toya stands in front of him, pausing. It seems like his partner has finally realized that he has to actually do it.
"..How do you want us to do this?" Toya is quiet, soft and careful. "Ah... It's probably better if you get to level with the thigh. Like... dip down so that you can do it cleaner." Akito laughs a little. He has no clue how to do this, honestly. This genuinely wasn't supposed to get past biting.
Either way, Toya drops down, making sure to stand tall enough to be able to cut comfortably. His eyes search Akito's, like he's looking for hesitation or an overstepped boundary. None is found, but he still asks "Are you sure you're okay with this?," voice honey-sweet. "Yep. Ready when you are." He jostles his partner's hair and receives a coy smile back.
Toya drags the knife against his skin, not too hard, just light pressure. It doesn't hurt that bad, just feels like the scratch of a long nail. Toya checks up on him, and after not noticing much discomfort, drags it across one more time, slightly harder.
It hurts a little more, the scratch mark now prevalent on his thigh. His hands are shakier now, the adrenaline coursing in. He can't tell if he's excited for it to happen or for it to be over, the feelings swirling through his chest. His partner checks on him again. "Almost cut, partner." His voice is so honeyed. Akito thinks that maybe when Toya finally gets through him, no blood will pour out from how red he is. God, kill him for his down-badedness.
The knife finally glides through, blood pooling in little droplets above the cut. It goes in smoothly, which shocks him a little but with how much Toya has sharpened that damn knife.... He shivers, the sting finally settling in. The adrenaline thrums through his heart.
Toya looks absolutely awe-struck. He isn't even sure what for, but his partner looks like he just learnt a deep secret of Akito's.
He regains his composure. "You're doing very well Akito. Do you want me to go deeper?"
"You said that like we're in a porno." Toya does not look amused at that response.
"Fine. Would you like me to tear through more flesh?" Akito snorts at that. It calms him a little, for whatever reason. "If you think I need it, go ahead."
Toya nods carefully, hesitantly raising the knife again. His hand is almost as shaky as Akito's, funnily enough. It slices through another bit of skin, the blood clearly visible and pouring out. It drips down his thigh, leading him to rush to grab a tissue. He is not fucking up this couch.
"Sorry." His partner whispers. "No problem, keep going." He tries to sound confident, but it comes out so shaky that he honestly doesn't believe himself. Toya kisses next to the cut, before going back to go in from another angle, important to cutting it off in general. But...... goddamn is his partner the most sugary, sappy asshole ever.
Toya inches the knife a centimeter forward, angling it in a weird way to hit the angle he wants. Are there better ways to do that? Absolutely. Does he trust his incredibly untalented-with-knives partner to do them? Not in the slightest.
His breath is wobbly and fast when Toya plunges the knife down again, same pressure as the original cut that opened his skin up properly. His brain is kicking in fight or flight, but he doesn't do anything. The sting burns, but he genuinely doesn't see it in a bad way. Maybe it's because Toya is doing it.......
"Are you okay? Do we stop now?" His partner shoots up in concern. Akito just wants to ruffle his hair right now, seriously. "Nope. We're already so far in, I can make it." He stumbles over some words, but it's at least coherent.
Toya doesn't look so sure. Akito rests a hand on his shoulder, and it seems to be enough reassurance.
Another kiss to his thigh. God, Akito is dying over here.
He blinks and bites into his hand to try and ignore the feeling of a knife slicing through his leg slowly. His heart thrums into his mouth from how hard it's beating, and it honestly makes it kind of harder to calm down. He gets that Toya is going slow trying to be precise but he desperately wants him to hurry up.
After a bit of Toya's incredible knife skills (read in a sarcastic tone), the muscle is just attached by a small thread. He's about five seconds away from just fucking ripping it off himself with how slowly his partner is wobbly cutting the final thread.
It's finally off, both of them letting out a sigh of relief. Toya holds the bloody chunk and drops it into the container behind him, looking mildly uncomfortable at the feeling of the soggy meat. Akito pops the pain killers in his mouth. He thinks he's done enough at this point.
"You've done so well." Toya murmurs as he uses the towel to clean his wound and get out as much blood. The effect of the drugs haven't kicked in yet and it makes him flinch whenever his partner goes back in with the towel. It feels like static is coursing through his arms. "Do you think it's worth us doing me today as well?"
With how Akito's doing right now? No way in hell. "Probably not. 'Should wait till I heal up." His partner nods in agreement, dabbing the towel a bit more.
The wound seems to be drying up around 7 minutes into Toya cleaning him up. They talk through it, about how they'll do Toya's, how the fat from Akito's leg will be cooked (Akito refuses to let Toya do it, but at least he can pick if he wants spice,) performances later in the month, joking about how Akito will be able to do his active hobbies with a missing chunk.
It's oddly peaceful, he really never wants to let go of Toya despite the remaining fight or flight feelings he has.
Toya begins to calm down and focus, grabbing the needle. It's time to do the stitches, he assumes. "Don't worry, I practiced." Akito closes his eyes. If Toya is gonna fuck this up, he doesn't want to watch.
A soft peck against his leg around 4 minutes later. He sat there in dizzying darkness for that long, the medicine starting to kick in with Toya gently humming to himself. It felt so wrongly mundane, but not all together like he was doing something incredibly bad. Toya just has that effect, he guesses.
A cold sensation touches at the sensitive now-sewn-together hole in his thigh. He flinches and looks down, hearing a court "Sorry." It's just the gel-thing, thank god. "You're fine."
"I'm done, do you want to do the adhesive wrap yourself?" Toya goes to kiss his thigh again but Akito stops him. There's only so much he can take before combusting.
He nods, grabbing the adhesive dressings, rolling it around the leg where it was affected. He goes tight, but not tight enough to affect his blood flow or anything like that. His partner reaches to give him his sweatpants that had been dropped around.... 20-ish minutes ago.
That sounds bad. Whatever, he isn't doing anything perverted so it doesn't matter.
"...Try to stand up?" Toya's voice comes out a little humorous. He does try. And wobbles harder than he thinks he has in his entire life. "Holy fuck."
Toya laughs . Full on laughs at him.
"Oi, shut up you dickhead." Akito is actually pissed. This is humiliating. "I can walk just fine!" He drags his feet around. He feels a little shaky, but it's honestly not that bad. Sometimes when he steps it hurts, but he doesn't mind.
Now, the cooking time.
It's apparently just like cooking regular meat, so he'll treat it like that. Wash and season his little meat cutlet (he felt really gross doing this, like he might've puked), oiled and turned the heat on the pan, then put the meat on.
The entire time, Toya was hugged up behind him, much to his content. Talking to him like normal, making him feel less alarmed, less... uncomfortable. It felt wrong, so so wrong, but he wanted to keep going. And now, he's being showered in unconditional love.
Yeah, this is the best.
He cooks it thoroughly, getting all the way to well done. He knows if Toya takes a bite and it's anything lower, it's being spit out immediately. His partner doesn't mean it in bad faith, he just can't handle certain textures.
When he plates it, Toya scans it like he's pensive. He isn't shocked that his partner has reservations, he can't blame him.
He takes the piece into his mouth, chewing for a while. When he's finally swallowed it, Toya smiles at him. "I feel wrong for doing that, but it tasted good. Oddly veal like, honestly. You cooked it well, even if it was the gross fat parts."
"Just call me fat, man... I love the fat parts of meat." Akito scoffs. He wants to make his partner laugh, distract him from the weird ass situation they're in right now. Toya laughs, so it seems it worked. "I wouldn't say you're fat. You're muscular, though, from all that athleticism and practicing."
The way Toya is eyeing makes him feel like he is going to be eaten again, funnily enough.
He wants to hold his partner, for some reason.
. . .
Fuck it, he is going to hold his partner.
He grabs Toya out of the chair, pulling him towards their bedroom. The apartment is new, so they have to dodge some boxes but it's no hassle for him. "We're going to rest now. Thank you." He throws Toya on the bed. Time for a good rest after that honestly a little traumatic event.
Before he conks out for good, he gets to hear a soft giggle. He loves his partner dearly.
It's been around a month since then. Toya is honestly super satisfied with the whole situation. Sometimes when he thinks of it, he gets a little queasy about it or feels nervous. There's also an implicit feeling of excitement, because his partner's wound has been healing which means he's next.
He's very proud of his partner. His resilience to keep practicing despite his injury, how willing Akito is, how Akito stays with him no matter what. He wants to be with his partner forever, honestly. The most perfect person for him, truly the best partner ever. He could write these feelings into song if he had the time.
What he does have time for, though, is to show his partner how much appreciates him.
His partner is lovingly making breakfast for them right now. Toya is unfortunately still a hazard in the kitchen, so Akito does his best for both of them. Very lovely of him. Toya will learn soon! He doesn't trigger the fire alarm anymore, at least. He can smell pancakes, courtesy of Akito having made breakfast, and also eggs.
Toya walks in, startling his partner. "You walk so quietly, jeez." He flips the pancake. "Good morning to you too." He slides his arms around his partner.
"Are we doing it today?" Akito whispers, and he can't help but laugh. Incredible way of sounding... off . "Oh shut the fuck up, Toya. You know what I meant."
That he does. He wasn't kidding when he said ‘soon’. He's hoping that his turn will come soon, so that they'll truly be together.
It always felt right to him for some reason. He read a few books on the idea, hours of research and spent a bit of time convincing his partner but he made it. The idea made him feel whole, he guesses? Even if it felt a bit gross to eat. Maybe it's because they can't get married and he wants to be with his partner forever.
God does he ever want to marry Akito.
His partner, his other half, he could just stay next to him forever. It's a feeling he isn't sure what to do with, a feeling he doesn't know when and where it came from. However, he's learnt to embrace all his emotions overtime and to cherish them. It's something he learnt from Akito, honestly. They grew to be more honest about their feelings together, alongside Shiraishi and Asuzawa too.
Akito supports him too, anyway.
"We should, surely. I'm ready." He replies. Akito hums along, letting Toya slide into a more comfortable position. "Anything you want. Let's see how I can handle it." His partner chuckles.
He chews a little on his partner's neck. It's oddly nice to bite down and nibble, honestly a little calming. He'll blame Akito who started this whole thing anyway. Mutually chewing on each other... What a funny idea.
The pancakes are ready, it seems. Akito slides all of them into the plate nearby, with the eggs in a bowl. Seems they were cooked before, so Akito stands there with the pan in hand, partner still hanging off of him. "Let go for a second, partner. Need to clean the pan." Toya groans.
He doesn't want to let go, both with his mouth and arms. "Seriously. I will hit you with this hot ass pan." Fine, he'll let go. He knows Akito wouldn't actually do it, his partner would never hurt him intentionally, but still he should probably get out of the way.
Yeah, he definitely can't wait anymore. He can't wait for Akito now, for them to be perfectly equal and together forever. One sigh, a kiss, and a handing of plate later and their planning how to do it.
"You know, Akito. You healed really well. I'm really proud of you." He finds himself admitting in a moment of silence. He watches his partner's face redden. "It's really not all that serious or special. It just... did what it's supposed to." He shoves another fork-full of eggs to cool down the heat, Toya presumes. So cute.
"Mhm..." He stares at the little mark where the original cut was. "You're beautiful. That scar matches you oddly well, you know. Not sure why." It's so relaxing to tell Akito about how he feels about him. Even if it's just complements to him, it feels like letting down a hard to carry burden. Maybe to his brain loving his partner and not showing it itself is a burden. That'd be funny......
"Because you're the one who did it. It's a proof that you are part of me, right? So it makes sense." Another fork-full, (this time of pancakes,) but Akito looks him in the eyes. It's gentle, and so kind in such an Akito way, and now he definitely is five seconds away from chewing on him again.
Akito definitely reset his brain chemistry. A couple years ago, he'd probably freak out at the fact this even is a possible idea of his. Being in love with a guy, to the point he even is willing to sacrifice his own flesh. His father would have a heart attack... "Would you like the rest?" He's still a little hungry, but he wants to spoil his partner.
Akito doesn't hesitate to shove the food in his mouth.
He takes the knife out himself when he's done washing their plates. Akito can be heard shuffling around for everything else needed.
Ah, he really can't wait.