Marked
Marvin sat on his bed, a few books and spell pages scattered around him as he studied over a particularly dark looking book. The binding was black and red and gold lettering covered the covers. The pages themselves even seemed darker than normal pages should. Marvin was utterly engrossed in his reading. Recently, the magician came across a rare spellbook containing the secrets of Blood Magic - a very taboo subsection of magic. His finger traced the symbols on the page, visualizing the steps of the spells in his mind’s eye.
Without looking away from the page, Marvin reached behind him and grabbed a small silver dagger and brought it up to his eyes. It was the kind of blade that Anti would disapprove of for being too small and showy, but it was exactly Marvin. Light runes were etched into the surface of the metal and dark leather was wound around the hilt. The dagger itself was small enough to fit in Marvin’s hand. But it was sharp. Sharp enough to break skin and that was all he needed.
The magician looked back down at the book and carefully trailed the edge of the blade along his palm, the dagger cutting into his skin like butter. Blood beaded out of the thin red line. With an intense gaze, Marvin set the blade down and held his injury-free hand above the blood. “Sanguis meus in unum ad pedes,” Marvin spoke, enunciating each word with expert precision. His eyes began to radiate a soft purple as the magic flowed through his veins and out to his fingertips. “Delicta juventutis meæ. Qua ratione detester. Colligunt, et inter se colliduntur.” The blood began to shake, gathering into small droplets as they hovered above his palm. He recited the words over and over and over. With each iteration, the blood drew closer together until it was one golf size ball of blood, hovering just inches above his hand. Marvin smiled, his eyes flickering about as he studied the spell in action. He outstretched his fingers and watched the blood stretch out before breaking off into five even spheres. The blood moved as if pulled by strings from his fingertips. Marvin twirled his blood around in the air, watching with a dreamy expression as it danced in front of him. He was so lost in thought, he didn’t hear the door open.
“Playing with blood and you didn’t think to invite me?” A voice purred from across the room. Marvin’s eyes darted over to Anti who was smirking as he leaned against the door frame. He could feel the magic falter from the distraction. The blood fell down, crashing against his hand and legs. Some splattered onto the book and the pages near him. Marvin huffed as he gathered up his papers, trying to keep the mess to a minimum.
“You could have knocked,” he mumbled, trying to wipe off as much of the blood from the book as he could. In theory, the blood on the blood magic book was probably fitting, but it still bugged him having all clean pages and then that one spot of red right there, on the corner where he would always see it. Of course, it had to fall on the corners.
“I finally stopped just glitching into your room. Take what you can get.” Marvin rolled his eyes as he kneeled on his bed, storing his spellwork on the shelf above him. A hard slap on his ass made him jump. Marvin whipped his head around and glared at the smirking figure. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it.” He scoffed as turned, hiding the redness on his cheeks. Marvin could hear Anti giggle behind him. “Seriously though, you’re playing with blood without me? Knives and blood are my specialties after all.” Anti grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back against his chest. His hot breath tickled Marvin’s neck. A shudder ran down his spine. “I think I need to show you just what I mean.”
Marvin swallowed hard. They had talked about this before, but never actually did it. Not yet. But it seems that’s about to change. Marvin took a deep, shaky breath before turning his head back to look at Anti, both of their eyes filled with lust. “I-I think you do,” he said, licking his lips. “S-Show me how it’s properly done.”
That was all Anti needed to hear. Without hesitation, he shoved Marvin back onto his bed, his face buried in his mattress. He could feel Anti straddle his legs. Oh God, they were actually doing this. Marvin’s breath quickened. He had to admit, he was really nervous. He’d played with knives himself, especially as he dabbled more in blood magic, but he was always the one in control, always calling the shots. Now Anti was in change and God only knows what he had in store for him.
“Such a pretty little thing, aren’t ya?” Anti purred, his hands sliding underneath Marvin’s shirt. “Mm… a little too pretty I think. Some bruises and scars ought to fit you well, show off just what a pain slut you are.” He trailed his sharp nails along Marvin’s back, leaving red marks in their wake. Instantly, Marvin gasped, his eyes fluttering closed. “Now, what’s the safe word again?”
It took Marvin a second to process everything that was happening. “S-Salt,” he whispered.
“Good boy.” Anti reached behind him and pulled his knife out of its sheath. With the skill of a professional, he twirled the knife around in his fingers before sliding the cold metals underneath Marvin’s shirt. The dull side of the blade pressed against Marvin’s spine, making him shudder. Anti ducked the tip of the knife out of the collar of the shirt and pulled back quickly, ripping the fabric all the way down. The ends of Marvin’s now sliced shirt fell down, leaving his back exposed. Anti sliced open the sleeves as well before pulling the purple fabric out from underneath his body. Anti hummed as his eyes gazed over his soft features. He feathered the edge of the knife across his skin, tracing abstract pattered along Marvin’s back. Soft moans and whimpered filled the air.
“M-More… please, Anti.” Marvin hissed as Anti flicked the sharp knife along his shoulder blade. Anti tisked.
“Now, now, Marv. Have patience. A masterpiece needs time after all.” He leaned down and pressed light kisses down his sides. “You’re going to look so beautiful covered in your own blood, the purples and yellows from your bruises standing out against your pale skin.” Anti licked the skin he just kissed. Marvin moaned, his back arching at the sensation. “Pretty enough to hang on display.” Anti leaned back up and smiled down, his eyes watching as blood began to drip down Marvin’s back from the first cut. Anti gathered some on his finger and brought it to his lips, humming at the metallic taste. “And tasty enough to eat too,” he chuckled.
Marvin squirmed underneath the other man. He could feel the bulge in his pants growing tighter with each movement. Anti trailed the knife against his forearms, slowly increasing pressure, but not enough to break the skin. The sounds coming from Marvin’s mouth were an utter delight. He smiled as he slashed the knife across the other’s upper arm, blood trickling down instantly. Marvin cried out, tears falling down his cheeks. It stung. His shoulder and arm felt like they were on fire, but it felt so good.
Marvin ground his hips into the bed, trying to get some sort of friction. Anti chuckled before grabbing the magician’s hips tightly, holding them in place. “What did I say about patience, Kitten?” He purred, his nails digging into the cloth of Marvin’s sweatpants. Marvin whimpered. Anti gripped tighter. “Use your words.”
“T-To have patience,” he stuttered.
“Thanks right.” Anti pulled back the fabric covering Marvin’s ass, humming at the sight. He massaged a cheek in each hand before raking his nails along the pale skin. Marvin screamed into the bedsheets, his hands holding onto the fabric with a vice-like grip. “That’s right, Kitten. Scream. Let me hear you scream.” Anti took his knife and slash straight across Marvin’s ass. He howled as the knife ran across his skin. Marvin could feel the blood seeping out of him. it was hot and wet and the air smelled distinctly of metal.
“More!” Marvin cried out, nuzzling his face into his mattress. “Please, sir, more please, please, please…” He was flat out begging, each exhale he took uttered the same word. Anti loved it. His precious little Kitten was a pleading, bloody mess. He wasn’t sure he had ever seen Marvin so beautiful as he was in this moment.
“Since you asked so nicely.” Anti leaned over and bit down hard on Marvin’s neck as he sliced up his forearm, making small little strokes. None much deeper than a paper cut, but the blood beaded up so nicely from each incision, decorating Marvin so beautifully. The magician wept, tears soaking the sheets below him. He couldn’t focus on anything but the pain and the weight of Anti’s body on top of him.
Marvin inhaled sharply as he felt a hand sneak underneath him and squeeze his erection. “Fuck,” he whispered as his eyes rolled back. Anti shifted his body off of the bed and flipped Marvin over. He really should have put a towel or tarp over the bed, but it was too late for that now. Pulling Marvin’s sweatpants off all the way, Anti chuckled them to the side. He trailed his fingernails light up along Marvin’s thigh, taking in the chorus of whimpers and moans coming from the other’s mouth.
“You are absolutely breathtaking,” he whispered to himself. Marvin opened his eyes and smiled dopily up at him. Tears stained his cheeks, sweat dripped down his forehead, and he was flushed more than Anti ever thought possible. Fucking stunning. Without warning, Anti dug his nails into Marvin’s inner thigh, making him cry out. “Who do you belong to?” Anti growled, his eyes narrowing with a glean of mischief.
Marvin’s toes curled as his body arched. “Y-You!” Anti grinned.
“That’s right. Such a smart boy.” He took the knife and slowly carved ‘ANTI’ into Marvin’s thigh. The thin red lines were covered in blood. Marvin screamed. He bit down on his lower lip, trying to keep himself from losing control. His muscles were tense. His stomach ached from the tensing Marvin was doing to help dull the pain. “Now everyone knows you’re mine.” Anti wiped the blood around Marvin’s skin, letting him see his handiwork in more detail. The thick red substance was everywhere, staining Anti’s hands and Marvin’s skin. The demon brought his hand to his mouth and licked up the metallic liquid. He hummed at the taste as he sucked the blood off of his pinkie finger. Anti looked down at Marvin. “Care for a taste?”
Marvin nodded eagerly, his mouth opening instantly as he gasped for air. Anti stuck two of his fingers in the other’s mouth. Marvin moaned as he sucked and licked Anti’s fingers, his tongue caressing the underside and lapping up the blood. God, he looked gorgeous with something in his mouth. Marvin’s plump lips moved up and down along the length of Anti’s fingers. He tangled his fingers into the mop on top of Marvin’s head and jerked to the side, drawing a whimper from him. Anti withdrew his fingers and reeled his hand back. A loud smack echoed in the room as Marvin’s cheek grew bright red.
“Fuck!” Marvin called out, tucking his sore cheek against his shoulder. Anti grabbed his chin and held his face straight before smacking him again. Dark blues and purples started to slowly become visible as Anti gave another smack across Marvin’s face. His breath was shaky and uneven as he tried to keep his mind straight. It wasn’t long, though, until a hard slap against his injured thigh ripped an ear-piercing scream from Marvin’s lips. He couldn’t think of anything. The pain fogged his brain. Marvin’s head rolled to the side as he stared off at the wall, his chest bouncing up and down with how quickly he was breathing.
Anti cupped a hand underneath the other’s cheek and turned his head to face him. “Talk to me, Marv,” he said, concern laced in his voice. Marvin’s eyes glazed over, staring at whatever was in their line of sight. “Marv? Words.” He swallowed. Blinking away the fog in his brain, the magician slowly nodded as a smile started to form.
“More,” Marvin pleaded weakly. Anti furrowed his brows as he set Marvin’s head back down softly on the mattress. Too much all at once. He’d need to take it slower for a little while.
Gently, Anti trailed his fingers along Marvin’s chest and down towards his throbbing erection. As his fingers curled around his shaft, Marvin gasps, his eyes fluttering closed. Anti stroked up along his length, gently squeezing as he neared the head. Soft noises littered the air as he worked. “So pretty. You look so tasty like this, Marvin,” Anti said as he lowered his mouth onto Marvin’s cock. The magician whimpered as Anti’s lips closed around the tip, his tongue flicking across the sensitive skin. He hummed, sending vibrations that caused Marvin to moan once more. It was pure bliss. Anti bobbed his head, each time sinking lower on Marvin’s shaft until his nose was brushing against his stomach. He stayed like that as he raked his fingers down along the outsides of Marvin’s thighs.
And Jesus did that feel good. Marvin’s toes gripped the sheet, his hands doing the same. Fuck, he could cum just like this. His skin still burned from every little cut Anti placed on his body and his left cheek felt like it was hit by a truck and now the warmth of Anti’s mouth and the fresh pain left by his nails was sending the poor magician’s body into overdrive. His whole body was tense and he loved it.
Anti lifted up, almost popping off before sinking straight back down, taking Marvin’s length all in at once. He bobbed up and down, quickening his pace. He twirled his head around as he moved, letting his tongue caress different areas of Marvin’s cock as he blew him. It was a trick he picked up on in a porno he watched and it seemed to always be a winner. Marvin was a whimpering, moaning mess as he bit down hard on his lip. He could taste that familiar copper taste as his teeth dug into the skin.
“Anti…. oh God,” he moaned, his fingers gripping the sheets like a lifeline. “Anti I’m gonna….” Marvin gasped as an orgasm ripped through him. His vision blurred as his already burning body felt as if he was set ablaze. Marvin’s back arched into Anti’s mouth, the thick salty liquid shot into the back of his throat. Anti moaned into it, slowly lifting off of Marvin’s dick. He licked up the little bits that spilled as the other came down from his high. All he could hear were the soft whimpers coming from Marvin.
Anti leaned over his boyfriend, holding his face in his hands. “Marv?” The magician didn’t reply, his brain was elsewhere as he relished in the ultimate bliss he was feeling. Anti crawled onto the bed, pulling Marvin into his lap. He brushed the sweaty strands of hair out of Marvin’s face as he rocked side to side. “Marvy, can you hear me?” Still no answer. Anti sighed and continued to rock, one hand gently stroking his hair while the other caressed his thigh.
A few minutes passed until Marvin lifted his head slightly. “Marv?” Marvin nodded weakly. Anti smiled. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss upon Marvin’s bruised and bleeding lips. “You okay?” Another weak nod. “Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?” Anti scooted the two off them off the bed and carried the limp magician to the bathroom. He placed Marvin in the tub gently. Marvin stared off at the edge of the tub, his body slowly rocking side to side at the same tempo Anti had been just moments earlier.
Anti opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the first aid kit and the tube of Neosporin. He grabbed a towel and wet it with warm water before sitting on the tub’s edge. Carefully, he wiped off the blood from each wound before dressing it and covering it with either gauze or the cat band-aids they had depending on the size of the cut. It took a while and Marvin didn’t speak the entire time, but eventually, Anti cleaned and covered all of the marks he left on Marvin’s skin. The demon held Marvin’s face in his hands, his thumbs caressing his cheeks softly. “You still here with me, Kitten?” A slow nod gave him his answer. Anti kissed Marvin’s nose before lifting him into his arms.
The two made their way to the couch where Anti wrapped them both in a large, fuzzy blanket. He made sure to grab some snacks and water before for Marvin to have once he was more coherent. Anti sighed softly as Marvin curled up against his chest, nuzzling into Anti’s shirt. “Can you talk yet?”
Marvin peered up at Anti. He yawned before speaking. “Yeah…. kinda….. Everything feels like it’s in slow motion.” Anti brushed some hair out of Marvin’s eyes.
“Good or bad?” Marvin shrugged.
“Good? Just feel very… relaxed.” Anti smiled as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“Good. Might be the blood loss too, but you didn’t loose enough to warrant worry.” Marvin nodded before nuzzling back against Anti’s chest. “Did you have fun tonight?” A soft “mmm” could be heard, muffled against the fabric and the blanket. “Would you want to try it again another time?”
“Yeah,” Marvin giggled. Anti chuckled as he squeezed his arms around him.
“Good because I’ve got some future plans if you’re up for it.”
“Always.”
