I put an axe in my baby's head, I'm gonna end up doing time [SEMI-CLOSED]

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Who ⬤ Okada Izō and various
What ⬤ Nightmare curse rain fun times!
When ⬤ June
Where ⬤ Various
Content Warnings ⬤ Violence and trauma at a minimum


(( OOC: These are prompts for the curse release and blood rain from the June event. If you want a custom prompt, PM me here or on discord glitzkrieg#0673! ))

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[ Izō truly doesn't know how to react. He freezes again, unused to this sort of comfort and affection from Nishitani. Not that he minds it, especially not now. It just takes a moment for him to process it.

Once he registers that this is fine and not something to fight against, he clings to Nishitani. It's warm and, if he were to be honest about it, necessary. ]

Careful...Got shot.

[ Something he probably should've said louder (and sooner) and not mumbled into Nishitani's chest. ]

[pitfight]

Where? [ Because that really should be what dictates how serious Nishitani takes a gunshot wound. He pats Izo's back, his side, but with how the kid clings onto him, Nishitani isn't going to try to pull away and do a pat down just trying to find something that Izo's been walking around with just fine. What he is concerned about is if the bullet passed through or not. ]

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[ The only reason he's been walking around with it at all is how strong his frenzied state had been. He's extremely aware of how much it hurts now. The bare minimum had been done to take care of it and only because someone forced the issue in a rare moment of clarity.

He flinches when Nishitani touches a particular spot. Low on his left side of his torso, just above his hip with an exit wound out the back. It's a wonder it didn't hit anything vital. The wounds are still oozing, though it's hard to tell with how blood-soaked he is in general. It's easier to tell where they are from the holes left behind in his clothing. ]

There...Wanna get a better look at it? I ain't seen it since I got it cleaned up with some booze.

[ Look, neither Izō nor Hizen were prepared to clean up a bullet wound and that's all that was available. Better than nothing. ]

[pitfight]

Yeah, I do. [ Nishitani pulls up Izo's shirt, just enough to expose the wound. Skin and tissue are covered in the rain blood as well as normal blood, which makes the entire thing a mess. Regardless, Nishitani lays Izo down, and kisses just above the bullet wound. They're still under the comforter together, the rain is pounding on the window-- but the smell of copper and iron is between them, and the relief of safety is as well. ]

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[ Izō should probably discourage him. Mouths should definitely not be near open wounds. He threads his fingers through Nishitani's hair, grabbing a handful and tugging on it. ]

That ain't lookin'...

[ His admonishment might be more effective if he didn't immediately loosen his grip on Nishitani's hair to stroke it instead. Something about the familiarity is relaxing. This is what Izō expects from him: his usual brand of hedonism, not the warm embrace and kindness. ]

[pitfight]

Sure it is. [ Nishitani kisses Izo's side, wrapping his arms around the kid's waist and keeping them close, sliding down the bed so he can more easily access Izo's wound, so Nishitani can palm between his legs. ] You always know how to make me look at you. No matter what, you draw my eyes.

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[ At least how bloody he is covers up his blush. Not that it isn't obvious he's flustered with the way he ducks his head and averts his gaze. ]

Shut up...Ain't like I'm anythin' worth lookin' at.

[ He's used to being stared at like a monster, which is different!

Izō still gives into him, though; it's hard to argue when you're already half hard. It's better than thinking too hard about what he's been through tonight. Letting Nishitani have his fun and coming along for the ride sounds like a much better time. ]

[pitfight]

Sure you are, baby boy. [ Nishitani kisses that wound, the open edges of it torn and ripped, bloody, ] All that talent, all that anger. It makes me want to eat you alive. [ Again, a kiss, and Nishitani sinks against the bed, against Izo, and settles in truly licking and kissing into Izo like no one should. ]

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[ It hurts, but not in a wholly unpleasant way. His body tenses as Izō cries out, pulling on Nishitani's hair again. He really shouldn't like how strange it feels how the softness of Nishitani's mouth and tongue contrasts the pain sharp enough to make him see white.

He claws at the bed with his free hand, trying to focus enough to say anything. ]

Fuck...Don't stop, daddy.

[ Emily can never know about his wound being defiled like this. ]