Slowly, slowly, slowly, the blade dragged across his skin. There was a harsh stinging sensation as layers of skin split. With an inward hiss, Clive drew his shaky hand back close to his chest. The blade shook in his trembling hands, near to falling, risking another limb. He turned his gaze down to the destruction he’d wrecked on his own arm. Crimson welted. The bubbles quickly grew. Soon the bubble slipped, dripping down his arm in rivers of red.

The skin gradually drifted apart, a clean cut revealing the deeper layers of his body. He watched as the wound appeared to worsen by the second. The burn of agony seeped into his bloodstream, carrying a feeling of almost pleasure to his head. Tears glossed over his eyes as his mind fogged. An unsteady sigh tumbled from his lips. The way his head slumped back against the wall behind him, mouth gaping, was nearly obscene.

Clive brought himself to bring his eyes down to his arm. The flow of blood became heavier and heavier, coursing from the wound to puddle below him, where he’d set a cover of towels. The towel had once been an off-white, now stained an ugly maroon. There was no worry about stains, they littered his things and had done for as long as he had known. Neither was there a worry for his arm. Closing his eyes, he could see his saviour just across the room. A shuddering moan left his lips. The way he would glance down at him as he sat on the hospital bed. The way he handled the needle with such care as he threaded it through his skin. The razor slipped from his fingers, grazing his thigh with minor damage. His hands wandered to the wound, tracing the outline. Blood smeared on his fingertips, imitating the gentle and precise touch of Dr Dietrich. An indecent moan escaped his lips.

Heat pooled in his groin, arousal overtaking his mind. His hands lost the facade of the doctor’s. Rather than teasing the wound, they moved down, sneaking past the waistband of his boxers. Beneath the cloth, he had already gotten hard. Against his hands, he was already thrusting, rubbing against his fingers. There was a wetness against his shaft - lukewarm, sticky, sliding along his skin with a texture comparable to syrup, and staining his underwear red. Short cusses accompanied groans with each slight thrust.

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If he closed his eyes and envisioned it hard enough, he could imagine it was the doctor’s grip. The doctor stroking him with that slow, gentle touch he used to fix his ailments. It was teasing and all too pleasuring. The build-up was fast. Simply thinking about the way his own blood streaked his cock had turned him on far too much. His hand quickened its pace. Clive could no longer stick to the leisurely speed he presumed the doctor would take on. Instead, he let the speed of his strokes increase, matching the build-up of his climax. Before he knew it, his hips were stuttering, his vision blurred, his breath caught in his throat, and he came.

When finally his breath caught up to him, Clive pulled his hand back. The blood caked on his fingers had half dried, and what hadn’t was mixing with cum. The hybrid of the two liquids was sticky and thick, streaked with almost translucent white and opaque ruby. The mixture coated his fingers, temptation bringing the digits closer to his parted lips until he was swirling his tongue around them. The metallic, salty taste filled his mouth. As unpleasant as it was, he found himself groaning around his own fingers, pushing them down his throat until he felt a gag threatening. Aware of his own limits, he pulled his hand back before bile rose up to his neck.

The euphoria was intense and powerful, yet quick to dissipate. Soon, he was left with the dampness in his pants and the throbbing in his arm. The heat radiated, shooting up his nerves, and forcing a shake into his fingers. Arm twitching, he pushed himself to his knees, then to his feet. The towel, soaked in blood, transferred smudged red to his legs. Rather than wiping himself clean, Clive simply pulled on sweatpants over unclean underwear and skin. From then, he was wrapping his arm in dishevelled bandages to hurry to A&E where his angel awaits.