[ bite, he says, as if it were a demand and not him begging for it. lucky for him, whichever the case may be, nikolai is nothing but eager to please. his face flushes with excitement and other emotions he can't explain immediately after, laughing under his breath. ]

Your wish is my command, and you'll still have two wishes left.

[ and before fyodor can reply, he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh still coated with saliva, his hold on the other side of his neck tightening to keep him in place as streams of warm blood start flowing freely in contrast with his pale skin. the metallic taste feels thick on his tongue, but that doesn’t stop him from drinking it— first with long, deliberate laps, then by pressing his mouth against the fresh wound to suck more out of him like some starved beast.

the truth is this is no more than an act. a performance of the highest quality, because fyodor asked him to be cruel and give him that sadomasochistic experience he craves - the one no one else can give him, except nikolai himself.

so he takes a deep breath, getting into character, all to please him the best way possible. ]

. . . Haha. The truth is, I always wanted to see you at the brink of death, Fedya. That's the reason I want to kill you. The more you look at me, the more I want to break you in a million pieces.