<Bruno’s eyes widened as Giorno came close and tried to take his other hand away. His heart was racing…it was a relief to see that his heart was pumping blood again…blood…
That’s all that was going through his mind. Blood. The smell was intoxicating. His vision was hazy and he began to lose himself the hunger he felt. The hunger consumed him…and he lost himself somewhere within the recesses of his mind.
Suddenly Bruno tightly clutched at Giorno’s wrist, pulling it away. He then hissed menacingly, primal and animal instincts taking over his consciousness. Bruno pulled at the back of Giorno’s hair, exposing his neck before forcefully pulling closer and aggressively sinking his sharpened teeth into Giorno’s pale neck.
Blood spilled from the wounds immediately, flooding into his mouth. He eagerly sucked and felt relief from the sweet, incredible taste. The warmth of his blood soothed his body…it was like some incredible drug. The euphoria lasted for almost a minute and the whole time Bruno fed from Giorno’s neck. Even as he began to come back to his senses Bruno could not stop…he refused to stop.
It wasn’t until Giorno began to go limp that Bruno forced himself to stop. He pried his teeth away from Giorno’s neck, gasping out as blood spilled from the edges of his lips. >
“G-Giorno!"
<Bruno immediately pressed his palm against Giorno’s neck, attempting to stop the wounds from bleeding further. He couldn’t believe what he had just done…he let himself submit. He didn’t understand it at all. The hunger was impossible to fight. >
"Shit…Giorno…I’m so sorry…please say something…are you all right?”
【 ✮ 】— The step towards the point of no-return was quick —as quick as the other now embracing him, with the collar of his shirt being moved to show a still fading bitemark, cold, familiar lips tracing its profile before deeply sinking in it.
— « Bruno, wai—a-ahn! »
— The young Boss groaned, renewed flow of pain blooming from that precise spot of his body and spreading everywhere, hands trembling as they wandered towards the other’s chest, clutching tightly against his shirt.
— And then, blood started to run, far and far away from the holes on his neck, and with it even his life itself started to turn into a feebler and feebler line, an almost invisible string ready to break with a single, sudden move. The more the blood kept flowing away from him, the more everything started becoming blurrier and blurrier, until nothing but black was the only thing his weak consciousness was able to see before fading away from him.
—His eyes were closed, hands still weakly gripping the other’s jacket, and nothing but a light, almost non-existant heartbeat was the only sign of life coming from the body of the young boss. Blood was staining once again his pale neck, that alabaster complexion stained now, like snow after a crude, violent war, hair messily released from the binding braid, scattered in golden waves. He managed to be eerily beautiful, even in such horrible conditions.
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