He hangs onto Tseng's words, each one echoing in his mind as he felt his grasp on the world weakening. He wasn't sure if he was dying, it didn't matter since he wanted to feel every last bit of pleasure and pain that he could get. Precum mixes with the blood on his cock when Tseng's fingers replace his and Rufus doesn't hold back the moans and whimpers that escape his lips. This was dangerous, he could very well bleed out but he needed to feel this, to feel alive even on the verge of possible death.

His skin was pale and clammy by now, sweat running down his cheeks as he finally reaches his climax in Tseng's hand with a loud cry. "Mine..." he echoes faintly as he looks up at Tseng. He had never felt anything so intense but it threatened to pull him under as he struggles to retain consciousness.

"Always-" he collapses back onto the blood-soaked sheets, his grip on Tseng loosening.