"Tseng." Their voices mingle for a minute as Rufus watches the blood drip from Tseng's lashes onto his stomach. This is what they never had the chance to do that night. "Tseng."

He gasps sharply as a piece of skin comes off, his breaths coming in soft pants. He reaches up to smear the blood across Tseng's cheeks, running his fingers down to his neck. Tseng had offered up his palm and his life to him years ago, now Rufus would make a sacrifice of his own.

He parts his lips to let Tseng's tongue inside his mouth along with the piece of skin, wrapping bloody hands around Tseng's waist to pull him down against his chest for a moment before running his fingers through black hair. He wanted to see Tseng's body covered in his blood as well. Let it cover him

The taste of his own blood in intoxicating, so sharp and powerful and he holds that sliver of skin between them for a moment, sucking on it.