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another caldre noncon fic but w/ sub andre, and bloodplay (requested by anon)

guys i hope u enjoy this its like 4500 words which is way longer than i usually do but i had fun w this request!! its also now uploades on ao3 if anyone cares

andre laughed. "she really said that?"

cal fiddled with a loose razor blade between his fingers, the cold metal glinting under the dull light of his bedroom lamp. "she's stupid. i mean, i like her 'n all, but rachels stupid. you're no crazier than me."

andre leaned against the wall, his eyes flicking over cal's cluttered room. "dunno. i guess she's right. i can be a bit much."

"you're just not everyones cup of tea, that's all," cal said, shrugging his shoulders, his eyes still focused on the razor blade. it spun in his hand, the light playing off its sharp edge. "i don't think you're too much."

"thanks, i guess." there was a hint of sarcasm in andre's voice. "but really, she has a point. well, not a point, but you know. i understand where shes coming from. i'm scarier- i don't mean to be, but i am."

cal looked up from his blade, his expression serious. "no, man, you're not. we're in this together. equal parts scary."

andre laughed. "cal, you are not fuckin scary. i mean, maybe with a gun in your hand, but other than that, you come across as kinda," he paused, searching for the right words, "meek."

hearing andre describe him as meek was almost laughable. calvin gabriel was not fuckin meek. cal's face twitched at the remark. "meek?" he echoed, his voice rising slightly. he felt a sudden surge of indignation. "is that what you think of me?"

andre, caught off guard by cal's reaction, raised his hands in a placating gesture. "hey, man, i didn't mean it like that. it's just... people don't look at you and think 'dangerous' right away."

cal's eyes narrowed as he studied the razor blade, his thumb tracing the edge with a practiced ease. "maybe i'm just good at hiding it," he murmured, his voice tight.

"look, cal, i know you've got your shit, but you're not like that. you're... you're nice, you know? sweet even," said andré, clearly trying to smooth over the tension that had suddenly coiled around them.

cal's gaze didn't waver from the razor blade. "sweet?" he echoed.

"yeah, you know, like how you take care of me. you're always looking out," said andré, desperatly trying to clarify his point.

"do you not think im capable, of like, anything serious?" cal glared up at andré, the razor blade now still in his hand, the anger bubbling just beneath the surface.

andre took a deep breath. "of course i think you're capable of serious shit. i mean, zero day is pretty serious, right?" he said, "i mean, you're just not scary to me, since i know you'd never hurt me." he offered a small, reassuring smile. it only served to piss cal of further- did andre not see cal as an equal? did he not understand that cal was just as dangerous, if not more so?

"just because i can control myself doesn't mean i'm not as dangerous as you," cal spat out, his grip tightening around the razor blade. "you think just 'cause i dont freak out every five minutes that i'm not in this just as deep?"

andre looked at cal, surprised by the sudden hostility. "cal, chill, i didn't mean it like that. we're on the same page, remember?" he tried to reassure him, glancing around the room for something to distact cal with to diffuse the situation.

cal's knuckles turned white around the razor blade. "you're always underestimating me," he hissed through gritted teeth. "i'm not just some weak-hearted pussy who's going along for the ride."

andre sighed heavily, his annoyance etched on his face. "i know you're not, okay? it's just that sometimes you seem so... i don't know, so not into it."

with a sudden burst of energy, cal sprang from his chair, the legs scraping against the floorboards with a sharp sound that made the hairs on the back of andré's neck stand on end. before he could react, cal was on top of him, pushing him onto the bed with a surprising strength that belied his smaller frame. andré's breath left his lungs in a whoosh as he stared up at his friend, anger flickering in his eyes.

it didn't take much wrestling around to get the blade held up to andres neck, the sharpness of it cold and unyielding. "cal, come on, man, that's enough joking," andre chuckled nervously, his eyes darting to the side, looking for an escape.

it felt nice to finally not have to pretend, cal thought as he straddled andré, the razor blade poised at his friend's neck. the mask of innocence had been slipping for a while now, and it was exhausting to maintain.

"cal, seriously, get off of me. this isn't funny." andres voice quivered as he stared into cal's cold, unblinking eyes. cal's grip on the razor blade was unyielding, his thumb poised just right to draw a crimson line. the room grew eerily quiet, the only sound the erratic thumping of their hearts.

as cal leaned in closer, the smell of sweat and metal filled the air. he felt something strange, something he hadn't anticipated - an unwelcome stirring in his pants. he realized, with a jolt of self-loathing and excitement, that he was hard. he almost pulled off of andre, worried that he'd call him out, make fun of him for it. but then it clicked. andre was in no place to laugh. he wouldn't dare. not with the blade so close to his neck, not with the look of absolute seriousness cal hoped he was conveying.

cal took a moment to admire the sight that was andre kriegman, sprawled out beneath him. andre's cheeks were flushed with exertion, his breathing rapid. his eyes darted around the room, looking for anything that might serve as a distraction from the cold steel against his skin. cal felt a twinge of pleasure at the power he held over him. he wondered if this is what it'd feel like when zero day rolled around. he hoped so.

with a sudden jerk, cal fumbled with the drawstring of andré's sweatpants, pulling them down to mid-thigh. andré's eyes widened in shock, his heart racing even faster. "cal, what the fuck are you doing?" he squeaked, his voice high with fear.

cal brought the razor blade down with a swiftness that belied his earlier clumsiness. andré's body convulsed, trying to squirm away, but the movement was ill-timed. the blade sliced through his skin, leaving a crimson trail in its wake. the pain was immediate and intense, like a bolt of lightning tearing through his leg. andre let out a strangled yelp, his eyes watering. the blood began to flow, staining the fabric of his underwear and pooling on the bed.

"fuck!" andré yelped, his voice a mix of shock and pain. his eyes darted from the blade to cal's face, searching for an explanation. but cal's expression remained eerily calm, his pupils dilated with excitement.

the razor blade hovered over andré's trembling thigh, the line of red already forming a gruesome pattern on his pale skin. "cal. cal, that really fucking hurt!" he panted, trying to push cal away with his hands, but the latter's grip was like steel. "why'd you do that? fuck, get off, i need to stop the bleeding!"

cal ignored the desperation in andré's voice, his own mind racing with a thrill he hadn't felt in a long time. "you tried to squirm away," he murmured, his voice devoid of its usual awkwardness. "i told you not to." he leaned in closer, his breath hot against andré's neck, and andre tensed up, his eyes never leaving the blade.

the room was filled with the scent of fear and blood, a heady mix that only served to excite cal further. he felt his own heart pounding in his chest, his pulse racing as he traced the blade along the fresh wound. he watched andré's eyes water, the pain clear on his face. of course he was already crying- it was almost funny how low andres pain tolerance was.

andres eyes darted down to cals crotch, and back up again. cal could tell he was about to freak out. he wasnt sure if he felt bad or not. sure, he hadnt meant for it to get to this point, yet here they were. andre looked at him with a mix of fear and anger, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "cal, stop it, you're scaring me," he managed to say, his voice trembling.

scaring him. cal was scaring him. and he could see it in andres eyes, the way they widened, the way the pupils dilated. it was a heady feeling, one that made his own pulse quicken. and his cock throb. he didn’t expect this. he didn’t plan for it. but as the blade hovered over the fresh wound, the power rushed through him, a high he hadn’t felt in ages. it was exhilarating.

swipe. a second cut. a line, straight and precise. andre's leg jerked again, the pain searing through him, his voice hoarse as he yelled out. "cal! what the fuck is wrong with you?"

cal just stared at him, the blade still in his hand, a strange look of fascination on his face. "i told you not to move," he said, his voice calm, almost detached.

andre was *shaking* now. cal considered getting off him, but the feeling was too good to let go. he'd never felt like this before. powerful, in control, alive. "cal, this isn't funny," andre repeated, his voice shaking as much as the rest of him.

but as cal went to readjust the blade, his hand slipped, a drop of sweat making the metal slick. he swiped it down again, but this time, it was his own finger that felt the bite of the blade. a line of red appeared, so thin it almost didn't look real. "fuck."

cal didn’t make any move to get off and grab a bandage, just stared at the crimson bead forming on his fingertip with a strange fascination. the pain was there, but it was distant, almost as if it were happening to someone else. he brought his finger to his mouth and tasted the coppery tang of his own blood. it was oddly comforting, familiar.

but andre was still there, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and disbelief. "cal, stop. please." his voice was shaking, his whole body tense. cal realized he'd gone too far. he had to regain control before andre freaked out completely.

but andre was already freaked out. and really, what was the harm in pushing things a little further?

andres body jolted, and his eyes squeezed shut when cal yanked down his boxers. when he recovered, he glanced nervously at cals crotch, then back to the blade, and then back to cal's face. "cal, man, i'm not...i'm not like that. you know i'm not." he stuttered, his heart racing, his face burning with embarrassment. "neither are you. i know that. so just...just get off me, okay?"

cal stared at him, his expression unreadable. he hadn't expected andré to react like this. but he had to admit, the fear in his voice was like music to his ears. "what do you mean, 'not like that'?" he hummed, the blade hovering over andré's exposed thigh.

andre's eyes snapped open, the desperation in them palpable. "i mean, we're friends, cal," he whispered, his voice trembling. "i don't wanna do... whatever you're trying to start here."

cal's gaze was transfixed on the sight of andré's bare skin, the softness of his thighs a stark contrast to the sharpness of the blade. he felt his grip on reality slipping, the line between playful banter and dark reality blurring into one. the warmth of andré's body beneath him was a stark reminder of his vulnerability, and cal's heart hammered in his chest as he realized the power he had. he slid the blade away from andré's skin, letting the metal graze his inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. andré's breath hitched, his eyes squeezed shut tightly as he waited for the next cut.

with a twisted smile, cal brought the razor back up, watching andré's muscles tense in anticipation of the pain. he didn't hesitate, slicing into the flesh again, this time creating an deeper slit. andré clamped a hand over his mouth. the warm, sticky blood began to seep out, the metallic scent filling the room, mixing with the salty tang of their sweat.

cal stopped when he realized andre was crying, his eyes wide and desperate. "quiet down," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the blade in his hand. "it's just a few styros, andre." he smiled, "it's not the end of the world."

andre's chest heaved, tears streaming down his face. "it hurts, cal," he whimpered. "stop."

cal looked at him, the blade still in his hand. and then, as if a switch had been flipped, his expression changed. he looked down at the blood, and then back at andre's tear-stained face. and then, something else took over. he looked down at his own crotch and paused, before pulling out his cock, the blood on his hand smearing onto the shaft. he stared at it, pulsing in the dim light of his room, and he knew what he wanted.

andre's eyes went wide, the fear turning to horror as he realized what cal was about to do. "no, no, no," he whispered, his voice shaking. "please, cal, don't. we're friends. fuck, we're partners. we're not supposed to—"

but cal was beyond listening. the blood had brought something to the surface, something primal and dark that had been festering within him for years. he leaned in, pressing the tip of his cock against andre's trembling thigh, the blood mixing with precum to create a slick mess. andré's eyes grew even wider, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps as he stared up at his best friend.

"cal," he whispered, his voice trembling. "please, man, this isn't right. we can't—"

but cal was in his own world now, his eyes glazed over as he leaned closer, the razor blade still poised in his hand. "just one more, andré," he cooed, his voice unnaturally gentle. "just one more and then i'll stop. i promise."

andre's eyes widened even further, his voice shaking as he begged, "no, cal, please. we don't need to do this." his words fell on deaf ears, though, as cal's grip on the blade tightened. he took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring with the scent of fear and blood.

with a twisted smile, cal brought the blade down again, aiming for a spot just below the first cut. but in his excitement, he applied too much pressure, and the blade sank deeper than he intended, hitting the layer of fat beneath the skin. andré's body arched off the bed with a muffled screech, his hand flying to the wound as if to hold in the pain. the sight of the deeper cut, the blood welling up and mixing with the fatty tissue, brought an unexpected rush of pleasure to cal's face.

the pain was searing, white-hot, and andré's eyes rolled back in his head. his breathing was ragged, his chest heaving with the effort to stay still. "oh god, oh god," he whimpered, his hand pressing hard against the wound.

cal's own breath was coming in short, sharp bursts now, his eyes locked onto the crimson mess he'd created. he was hard, painfully so, his cock pulsing with each beat of his racing heart. the blade was still in his hand, but it was no longer needed for the pain he sought to inflict. instead, he brought his hips down, grinding against andré's thigh in a desperate attempt to find relief.

andre let out a little shriek as cal began to grind his cock against his bleeding thigh. cal wondered if the neighbors could hear them, but the sound of his own pulse in his ears drowned out any other sounds. he pushed down harder, feeling the slickness of blood and precum mixing together, creating a strange sort of lubricant. he could feel andré's muscles tense under him, the tremors of pain and fear causing his thigh to quiver with each thrust.

"cal, stop," andré whispered, his voice barely audible. his hand was clamped over the deepest cut, trying to stem the flow of blood. "please, just get off me."

cal wasnt where he went wrong in life to have ended up in a situation like this. maybe it was all the weird porn he'd watched, the violent video games. maybe it was just that he'd been holding it in for too long, the anger and the pain. or maybe it was just because he was just fucked in the head. but as he felt andre's trembling thigh beneath him, the blood smearing against his own skin, he realized he didn't care. all he cared about was the power he felt in that moment, the absolute control he had over the other boy's body. it was a rush like nothing he'd ever felt before.

he pushed andres hand away from the deepest cut, the blood oozing out in a steady flow, revealing the yellow layer of fat beneath. it peeked out like a shy, grotesque sunflower, the edges of the wound gaping open. the sight of it made cal's stomach churn in a not entirely unpleasant way. he wondered what itd feel like to touch- to stick his finger inside and feel the squishy wetness, to see if he could make andre scream louder.

nothing was stopping him, he realized with a sudden, wild euphoria. he could do whatever he wanted, and andre wouldn't stop him. not with the blade in cals hand and the blood on his thigh. so he leaned down and kissed andre, hard, his teeth clicking against his teeth. andre's eyes went wide, and he tried to pull away, but cal's grip was too strong.

cal's tongue forced its way into andré's mouth, tasting the salt of his tears. andré's body went rigid, his whole being screaming in protest. he tried to push cal away, but his hands were too slick with blood to gain any purchase. cal's tongue danced around in andré's mouth, feeling the warmth and wetness, the taste of fear. it was exhilarating.

as cal pulled away, panting, a cruel smile played on his lips. "you know, andré," he said, his voice thick with lust and malice, "you're not so tough after all." he took a moment to appreciate the horror in andré's eyes before his hand moved down to the gaping wound on his thigh.

"cal, ohmygod, don't," andre's voice was barely a whisper as he watched cal's hand move towards the open wound. "please, man. i'm sorry for whatever i did to make you mad." his voice was shaking, his body trembling underneath cal.

but cal's mind was made up. he wanted to see how far he could take this. he pushed his finger into the wound, and andré's whole body convulsed. he let out a little whine, his eyes squeezing shut as cal explored the inside of his leg. cal looked back up just in time to see andre turn his head to the side and retch, vomit spilling out onto the comforter. the smell hit him, but he didn’t move, didn’t stop.

andre's body was shaking, his breath coming in hitches as he sobbed uncontrollably. tears and snot ran down his face, and cal felt a strange mix of pity and excitement. he'd never seen andre like this before. never seen the tough, angry kid break down so completely. it was...beautiful in a fucked up way.

cal pulled his finger out of the wound with a wet pop, the blood sticking to his skin. he brought it up to his mouth and sucked it clean, watching andré's reaction. his sobs grew louder, his body trembling as he tried to scoot away. but there was nowhere to go, not with the way cal had him pinned down.

and then, without warning, cal shifted his weight and ground his hips down, his cock rutting against andré's soft dick. the feeling was foreign, but it didn’t dull the excitement. andré's body went rigid, his eyes wide with shock and disgust. he tried to push cal away again, but his hands slipped on the blood-soaked comforter.

cal's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the softness of andré's cock against his own, the horror of the situation lost in the haze of his newfound power. the warmth of andré's blood was like a siren's call, urging him onward. he moaned, his hips moving in a rhythmic pattern, the friction of skin on skin sending waves of pleasure through his body. andré's dick was hardening now, despite his fear, the body's involuntary response to stimulation.

cal buried his face in andres shoulder, his teeth digging into the soft flesh as he rutted against andre's hardening dick. andre's body was a taut bowstring of fear and disgust, but his traitorous body was responding to the pressure, his cock swelling with each desperate thrust. cal felt a little bit of pride at that, at his power to make andre react even when he didn't want to. he took andre's hand and guided it to his own cock, the stickiness of the blood making it even more slippery. "touch it," he breathed into andre's ear. "please, just touch it."

"i don't wanna," andre managed to choke out, his voice thick with fear and revulsion. "please, cal. 'm dont wanna touch it."

but cal's grip was firm, his hand wrapping around andres own, guiding it down to his cock. he felt andre's hand shake, but eventually, his friend's trembling fingers curled around his length, the blood on his hand making everything slippery and warm. it was a strange, almost comforting feeling.

cal groaned, his hips bucking up against andres hand. "that's it," he murmured. "just like that."

andre's hand was a clumsy mess, his grip too tight, his entire body trembling, but cal didn't mind. the mere fact that andre was touching him was all he needed. he continued to thrust against him, his breathing growing more ragged by the second.

and then, without any warning, it was over. cal's body went rigid, his hips jerking up once, twice, and then he came, spurting hot cum onto andre's stomach and chest. the suddenness of it took him by surprise, and he couldn't help but let out a little gasp of embarrassment. he pulled back, his face flushing, the blade finally slipping from his grasp to clatter onto the floor.

andre was crying now, his body a mess of blood and cum and vomit. he looked up at cal with a mix of anger and fear, his eyes glittering with unshed tears. "cal- cal, i need to stop the bleeding- theres, fuck, theres so much blood-"

cal paused, his breathing heavy, his mind racing. he looked down at the mess he had made, the blood and cum and vomit staining the comforter. he kind of regretted loosing control like that. atleast itd been andre, and not rachel, or someone like that.

it was weirdly hard to go back to his usual facade after that. it took him a moment to consider what to say, how to act. he opened his mouth, hesitating before finally speaking. "oh- oh my god, dude, fuck, i-i didn't mean to do that," cal said, his voice shaking with what he hoped was a convincing mix of horror and regret. he rolled off of andre, his legs feeling like jello. "i'm sorry, andre. i don't know what came over me. does it hurt?"

andre was a mess, his eyes wide and wild, his hand still clutching at his leg. "yes," he whispered, his voice shaking. "yes, it fucking hurts, what kind of question is that?"

cal swallowed hard, trying to push down the smugness that threatened to bubble up. he had to play this right. "i'm gonna help you up, okay? and we can get some bandages." he offered a hand to andre.

♡

an hour later, they were sitting in the bathroom together, the water a murky red from the blood that had been washed away. andré's leg was bandaged up now, but he'd still yelp whenever cal accidentally bumped against it. cal on the other hand, was sitting on the edge, his legs in the water, sobbing into his hands.

he looked at andre through red rimmed eyes. "i'm sorry, 'dre. i'm sorry for everything. i'm just...i'm a monster," cal said, his voice cracking with each word. "i don't know what's wrong with me. i've never done anything like that before." his sobs grew louder, his body shaking with the force of his emotions. he hoped he looked remorsful enough.

andre stared at him, his expression unreadable. "you're not a monster, cal," he said softly, his voice thick with pain. "you're just...fucked up."

cal paused, for a second, before rememberimg his act. he took a deep breath, his chest heaving with fake sobs, his shoulders shaking. "i'm such a piece of shit," he choked out, his eyes squeezed shut. "i can't believe i did that to you, andre. i'm so sorry."

andre looked up, his eyes red and swollen from crying. he took a deep, shaky breath. "cal, man, it's okay," he murmured, reaching out a trembling hand to his friend. "it's not your fault. i know you didn't mean to."

cal grabbed his hand, clinging to it like a lifeline. "i really didn't. and i'm sorry. i'm just- i'm disgusting. you think im disgusting now, don't you?" he said, his voice cracking.

andre squeezed cal's hand back, the warmth of his touch surprisingly gentle. "no, man, you're not," he murmured, his voice thick with pain. "you just...you just had a moment. we all do." he took a deep, shaky breath. "please don't cry. i'm not mad at you. we're still friends."

cal leaned against the bathroom tiles, his shoulders shaking with his forced sobs. he whispered a silent 'thank you' to the heavens above, grateful that andre was so desperate for companionship that he would overlook what had just happened.

wiping his fake tears away, cal took a deep, shuddering breath, still trying to mimic the sound of someone genuinely upset. he sniffled, a bit too loudly, and then spoke, "andre, come on, man. you're hurt. let me help you 'outta the bath. i can take care of you." he hoped the mix of guilt and concern in his voice was enough to convince andré of his remorse.

andre looked at him with a mix of confusion and pain, but eventually, he nodded. what a gullible fuck, cal thought to himself, feeling a twinge of something close to admiration for the ease with which andré accepted his apology.

"i love you, man," cal said, his voice a little too high pitched.

"i love you too." andre replied, looking down. cal had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the naive declaration.

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