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**Trigger warning: Mentions of pain and harm, mild masochism, blood play, and gay panic/awakening.**
Shame and disgust were recurring feelings lately. His time on the moon hadn't been enough to help him with his predicament, and nothing stopped the foreign voices from chanting verses of longing in his mind.
Praying for peace in this Godforsaken world had never been useful, yet he prayed for a moment of silence while wandering the empty rooms of the flesh palace. He wanted to end the torturous agony provoked by the libido mauling him from the inside out. If he didn't find an effective way to deal with it, he'd drown himself in the bottom of a blood pit.
He was supposed to have everything under control; carnal desire was something he must not feel. He couldn't, he shouldn't… However, the recurring images swirling behind his eyelids at night would have been enough to deem him a dirty sinner.
Maybe he was one, especially when he could taste the lust turning into something tangible that licked at his lips, transforming his body into a quivering mess resembling an animal in the presence of an unknown entity: a pathetic vermin capable of sliding its dirty appendages inside his mouth until he choked on the sweetness of its flesh.
His hand moved up to cover his mouth in a rush, and he cursed when his fingers collided with the metal, making them ache with need and discomfort. The vibration sent a shiver down his spine, making him close his eyes in desperation so as not to give in to the hypnotic call of the metal plates from the creature who had made him bleed twice.
Was he running away from himself? From the creature? Or was there another reason behind his rushed exit after being defeated?
Ponder alone? What was he even pondering about? His thoughts didn't make sense, not when the addictive sensation of the machine giving him pain made him feel holy once more.
The wall nearby was scraped by his armor when the creature pressed itself against his body. The echo made fun of him. Those sounds prying his lips open were loud enough for the creature to pick up on his current state.
It wasn't supposed to feel good. He wasn't supposed to look at the yellowish light inspecting him with wonder and a peculiar glint he had only ever seen in the inhabitants of the lust layer.
His heart burned with hunger as his helmet was pushed up just enough to expose his lips to the cold air.
A bloody coin nudged his lips in a gentle motion, sensual and inviting.
The machine kept his head in place, using two of its hands to prevent him from even daring to look away.
The coppery taste of the blood blended with that of the metal, confusing his tongue. He lapped at the coin and dragged his teeth over its surface, mapping the engraved design with the tip of his tongue.
When there was no more blood to lick, V1 used its fingers.
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