Magni’s been smelling a lot better these days.

Or at least, Axel thinks as much- he’s asked the boys, but they’ve all said that nothing’s changed- they also called him a weirdo for asking such a question, but it’s a valid question, he thinks- then again, that guy, Magni, has always smelled weirdly nice; all woods-y and herbal like, with a hint of chemical decay. Sounds terrible, and it’s maybe an acquired taste, but after Axel’s initial disgust of it- his scent is akin to the very drugs he brews: addictive, seductive.

It’s changed though. Recently. Or maybe it’s always been like that and Axel’s just now coming to notice how the herbal undertones of the alchemist’s skin have emboldened themselves, wafting delightful notes of spice- rosemary, perhaps. And his unique chemical smokiness has deepened into something charbroiled.

Magni.

Smells like meat.

There’s no other way to put it! That guy just smells like some high-end cut of steak, a rack of ribs that’s been applewood-smoked for 8 hours, honey-glazed lamb chops! Quite honestly, it’s becoming a really embarrassing problem for Axel. There’s only so many excuses his brain can cook up as to why he’s always running away when Magni enters the room.

Now that he thinks about it, around the same time he noticed Magni’s scent had changed, Axel began to have strange, well, stranger than usual, dreams. At first, this discomfort of his started as nothing but a fleeting emotion once he woke up. A lingering bitter-sweetness sleeping on his tongue and needles in his heart.

They’ve been getting clearer, his dreams-

Violent splattering across dark flooring, cold and uninviting. The sound of teeth gnashing, clacking, and splintering against fellow bone. His own turbulent excitement; cacophony of raging emotions he just can’t seem to unravel, and a warmth he just can’t seem to let go. A haze of purple, somehow familiar and comforting, yet deeply alien and terribly distressing, seared into his vision- painting the world in its overbearing hug. He could see, feel, the colour coating his hands like he had dipped them in a vat of oily paint. Painfully swallowing down the saliva amassed in his mouth, Axel takes a single, shaky, lick. And wakes up.

Royal blues flutter to attention, the world slowly coming into focus around him as he returns from his dream. Silently, Axel sits up in bed. His first breath of the day tastes like heaven.

Axel forgets his dream. Forgets the taste. Annoyance bites at the back of his mind like a starved dog, he’d rather have had the chance to lick up more of that purple-y whatever. Something from deep within screams at him to remember the taste. To hold onto that memory and never let it go ever again- find the source.

Maybe that’s why he’s found himself in this position.

“I- I don’t think that’s a good idea, Maguni…” Axel’s voice comes out as a low, strained, groan.

Magni’s hands cup the gladiator’s face in a gentle embrace: soft, comforting, warm, delicate. It’s every adjective that Axel wishes they weren’t. “Push me away. Please.” He almost begs.

The alchemist smiles, smug as always, so very like him, “No. I don’t think I will.” His eyes sparkle in this certain breed of kindness that shouldn’t exist in this world. A willingness to give up everything for the sake of another. A want so deep and pure that It drives Axel deeper into his lust.

A small twitch in Magni’s brow attracts Axel’s attention, they knit together for a moment before relaxing back into his usual expression. Firm hands pull the gladiator down without much of a fight, lightly, he presses their lips together. Chastise and sweet- guilt threatens to burn Axel alive. But, it’s as if his thoughts were much too loud, Magni quickly silences any coherent string with his tongue against teeth- so temptingly sharp and hungry they are- Axel lets the man coax his mouth open.

Thick, disgustingly sweet, syrup invades his mouth, painting his own tongue a matching royal purple. Flirty and cute if it had been from a popsicle.

Axel slams his guildmate to the ground, losing himself momentarily in appetizing bliss. More. He wants to- needs to- chase more of Magni’s blood, this taste perfectly curated for him; all dark red wine and blue-rare steak. With a grip on his, much too thin and delightfully breakable neck, Axel pushes in deeper. Licking with the flat of his tongue into the soft palate of Magni’s throat where his fangs dig into pliable muscle. Animalistic teeth slot into the shallow pinpricks made from dull human and piece flesh.

The alchemist gags so prettily against the blood welling in his mouth choked whines lost to bubbles. In maybe something you could call an act of kindness, Axel hungrily laps at the pool, hooking his thumb at the thin of Magni’s lips and pulling, graciously permitting Magni a spurt gasping of breath. Cold brace covered arms come to wind tight around wide shoulders, abruptly centering the gladiator back into reality.

Jolting up from his light feasting, Axel absently licks the blood from his lips, the predatory red of his eyes seemingly overriding their usual vast blue. Fuck. Fuck. He hates it, but Magni looks amazing like this; sprawled out under him, abused mouth bloody and spitting. He smiles, whites stained purple. “What?” He rasps, “That’s it? You’re full? That’s no fun- c’mon Axel~”

“I- Magni….” He trails off, there’s nothing to say. Nothing to salvage this. He can’t even be given the grace of sin because, eyes as gold as judgment steady themselves true, and peer right past the glass of Axel’s eyes reading him like he’s a fucking picture book. “Shut up!” He snaps, slight growl slipping into his words, “Stop lookin’ at me like that! I fuckin’ told you this was a bad idea! If you had just listened to me-!”

“Axel.”

“....What”

The arms slip from his neck, “Ya know…I’m not- this. Hmm. I wouldn’t just let anyone eat me out.” Magni mumbles, fiddling with his arm brace. “I like you- don’t let that get to your head.”

For a second, Axel’s so taken aback by the comment that he doesn't know what to say. “Mouuu, what’s wrong with you, man? Why'd ya have to go say something like that now?”

“Because now’s the best time, anyway-” Magni slots the thin of his wrist into Axel’s open mouth, “Eat me like I mean something to you.” The alchemist whispers, “Please…”

Long fangs catch on the edge of flesh. Wet purple muscles, cut perfectly round, glisten like stars- Orion’s belt. A raging surge screams in Axel’s ears, drowning out the plea he was never meant to hear anyway. The heavy stench of blood invades Axel's mouth and mingles with the drool dripping down his chin.

Axel shakes with the effort of containing himself, trying to hold back at least the tiniest bit for Magni’s own safety. Large hands- God, shit, just his palm engulfs the alchemist’s entire forearm- gently pillow the limb, carefully pulling it from his maw. The alchemist's bare arms are a rare sight…Actually, there’s never been a time that the man had ever really shown them to Axel’s memory.

Is it wrong to think they’re beautiful? Pale and well cared for skin, accents the deep, vivid, purple that oozes from cut divots. A living ring of bruises surrounds each meticulous slit. Ah, they match the blossoms of yellow collared around his throat. The yellow of his eyes that still shine so bright. Sparkling with the confidence that everything will go his way.

Fine.

Fine.

If Magni wants to be eaten so much, then so be it- Axel will grant him that. He’s done with controlling his emotions. Fuck it! It’s not his fault!

His grip turns harsh, subtly clawed nails dig into soft skin, tugging the limb back towards him, Axel licks at the surface. Collecting freely flowing blood on the plane of his tongue. It’s even better than before, maybe because he’s stopped trying to pretend it’s not the most indulgent thing he’s ever tasted.

These open wounds are so intriguing, wide and stabbed deep. Twitching muscles react in time to the beat of Magni’s heart. Pulling at the fat threads with his teeth bring a stuttered moan from the man- fibers flex stiff. Of course that guy is getting pleasure from this. “You’re gross.” He growls.

“Ahhh- hhaaaaaa…Like you’re not sporting a fat one from th-AHH~!”

Axel bites down, but Mangi’s still smiling and laughing like he’s won, the fucking cunt. And still smiles as canines split flesh, light snaps against enamel boom their important in Axel's head, exciting him further, and drive him to pierce deeper. A simple twist of his jaw severs the little gathering of fat and muscle attached to Magni’s ulna. It's a delicacy unknown to him.

If it’s just due to the location, he doesn’t know, but the meat is lean and thin. Somehow it brings the image of Korean BBQ into his mind, it almost crumbles at the most delicate touch of his molars. Pork? Or lamb, maybe. Spreads across his taste buds electric, alighting every nerve in his body with this terrible exhilaration.

Leaning forwards, Axel licks across the span of Magni’s torn arm, getting one more taste of that seductively sweet blood- just a perfect hint of salt. Magni’s muscles have a smooth texture to them. Not too different from that of naked chicken breast. Ah, his bone is peaking out. The thought of crushing it in between his teeth is much too attractive to pass up.

Strong molars splitter the fragile structure, its sound and that of the resulting screech, only rile Axel more. It’s so. Fun. This is so much fun. Why was he always holding back when Magni has always been willing to give his body? He feels stupid for only ever brutalizing monsters now.

“I can hear your heartbeat, Maguni.” Axel states, pressing his thumb against Magni’s jugular. It pulsates, calling to the warmth underneath. “You’re so loud….” He whispers, lowering his head to sniff at the base of Magni’s neck. Fear and arousal act as spices to the alchemist’s natural odor. Too pleasing, attractive. Suddenly, Axel finds himself pissed at the clothes blocking him from the rest of this body.

It’s all too easy to rip his shirts to shreds, ignoring the displeased squawk from his guildmate, Axel’s hand slides across the span of his torso, shutting him up. Magni always kept himself pretty slim…Lean muscled and little fat. He’s never been one for organ meat, but, Magni’s body is already so fucked up. So, maybe the fleshy gems hidden beneath this poor frail defense could change that.