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"Dammit..." The intruder slid out from under the bed, pushing himself onto his hands and knees as he clumsily scrambled to his side. "I'm so sorry my love." He gasped softly, biting the inside of the cheek. "Gah, I'm so stupid, stupid, stupid!" He cried out, closing his fist, beating about his head with it. He quieted immediately, when Akaashi stirred slightly.

His hand, which shook considerably, reached out tentatively, touching his soft cheek. A soft moan of approval left his lips, his hand caressed Akaashi's cheek, his thumb brushing over his lips. They were still slick. He wondered how Akaashi tasted. He probably tasted like vanilla coffee with a touch of pomegranate lip balm, the one he watched Akaashi buy from the convenience store on the next block repeatedly, like clockwork. Akaashi always thought it was lost, but it wasn't. The man glowering over him now stole it from his nightstand most of the time.

He would put it on his lips while he touched himself, while he looked at candids of his love.

He smiled sweetly, his gaze soft and passionate, traveling Keiji's unconscious body as if it were some sort of gold. He slipped a hand under his head, but it was sticky and warm. He rolled Akaashi into his side, silently cursing himself for hurting the angel. Nothing big just a small flesh wound on the back of his head.

He pulled his hand away, placing Akaashi's head back down slowly. He stared at the blood on his hands. He blinked, salivating somewhat. He raised his hand to his lips, flickering his tongue across his palm, the metallic taste of Akaashi's blood exploded in his mouth, and his eyes rolled back in his head, another groan of enjoyment parted from his lips. He pressed his hand to his face, lathering his hand in spit as he lapped up Akaashi's life force hungrily. He already felt so close to him, closer then ever before.

Even closer than the night he retrieved a lock of hair.

After a moment of euphoric psychosis, he stood to retrieve medical supplies. He knew exactly where everything was. He opened the third drawer on the right, and took out the gauze and medical wrap. He opened the center doors, and grabbed cotton balls and hydrogen peroxide from beneath his sink.

He cleaned and gingerly wrapped Akaashi's wounds, before lifting him up like a limp porcelain doll. He brought him to his bed, and he laid him down after pulling back the covers.

He stared down at the gorgeous, innocent face of his God, Akaashi Keiji. He wished he could keep him all to himself, but it was not the time yet. He would wait, and bide his time. He had the most perfect plan.