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Sick Obsession - (Ultimis Richtofen / F! Reader)

Summary: He was going to be yours, one way or another. // You are obsessed with Ultimis Richtofen, and will go to great lengths to get closer to him. You steal, you lie, you stalk. He's yours, he just doesn't know it yet

Words: 8,084

Warnings/tags: NSFW- Smut, blood drinking. // stalking, theft, underwear theft

It started out innocently enough. A single pen. — it was only a damn pen. You don’t know it spiraled to this moment, where you and your sins were bared to… him.

Richtofen tinkered, as he normally did in his off time. That man couldn’t sit still for the life of him, there was always ‘work to be done’ wiring new electronics, testing teleporters, shaving down the guns to make them more… well you weren’t sure what it did exactly, you could never get a straight answer out of him. In any case, he was working while the five of you stayed in this safe house. The other three preferred when he was this way and not bothering them.

“Fraulein, do you know what the difference between a zombie und a scientist is?” He smiled, speaking in a quizzical tone. That grin was unnerving.

“What’s the difference?” You asked, humouring him. You did this frequently, perhaps that’s why he liked you more than the others.

“Well if you don’t know, then I need to be wary around you with ein weapon.” He laughed maniacally, snorting as he composed himself. “Ah, I am so funny!”

That’s when you saw it. He twirled his pen through his fingers then brought it to his mouth, biting the end. He nibbled on it while he once again became deep in thought, and it gave you that weird feeling in your stomach.

You’ve always liked older men, and he was no exception. He was handsome, with a witty personality and an accent that made your knees weak, of course you had a crush on him. Yes, he was insane, with no moral compass to speak of, and was surely thinking of ways to manipulate you to further his goals, but everyone has their quirks. You almost wished he would manipulate you. At least then he’ll talk sweetly to you so you’ll be at his beck and call. You wanted him more than you’ve wanted anyone. And he was going to be yours, one way or another.

You could see his teeth gently scraping the pen.

Stop thinking this way. You’re staring.

You gripped the edge of your chair, white knuckling the wood.

…maybe it was more than just a simple crush.

You averted your gaze as he took the pen out his mouth and began writing on the blueprints he was currently reworking. He was a perfectionist with his work. It was not long before he stood up with a satisfied hum, rolling up the blueprint and walking away to fix something he deemed broken. But you stayed glued to your seat, eyes darting from his retreating figure to the pen he left on the table.

You hesitantly stood up, eyes still darting towards the door as you walked to the table. Your hands were shaky as you grabbed the pen, holding it tightly in your grasp. It was still warm from him holding it. Oh how desperate you were. To feel him, to hold him, to taste him…

What the hell are you thinking?

Before you could stop yourself, you quickly took the pen into your mouth, tongue swirling around the end where he bit. A soft moan left your throat, eyes fluttering shut as your tongue flicked across the plastic. Maybe it was your imagination, but you could swear you could taste him.

Once you got all the satisfaction you could get out of it, you pulled it out of your mouth, your chest feeling like it’s going to burst from both ecstasy and yearning. You sighed, placing it back onto the table. You were going to let go of it, you truly were… but you couldn’t bear to part with it - it was his. You lifted it back up and slipped it into your pocket, making a hasty retreat out of the room before anyone could catch your misdeed.

“Eugh. Wo zum Teufel habe ich-?” You heard Edward grumble from his makeshift office. His voice was deep, and the gravel it had in it made a shiver run up your spine. His voice hardly ever lacked that higher pitched flair, this was rare.

You peeked your head through the doorway to watch him. He lifted bits of metal and pieces of paper off his desk, obviously looking for something. You had an inkling of what he might have been looking for. He turned, sensing your presence.

“Fraulein, have you seen mein pen? I seem to have misplaced it.” He groaned, now looking at the ground. He moved his chair and looked around his desk, but you knew he was never going to find it.

A pang of excitement jolted though you, it had just enough fear in it to make your heart race.

“Sorry, I haven’t seen it, Richtofen. Did you take it with you when you walked off with those blueprints earlier?” You asked, feigning innocence.

Edward looked off to the side, thinking.

“I don’t believe so, I could have sworn I left it here… eugh, whatever. There’s better stiff things to fiddle with.” He winked, brushing past you.

You bit your lip, imagining his innuendo. He was such a sexual man, it was so difficult to keep your composure sometimes.

“Let me know if you see it, it’s mein favourite.” He added,

You snapped out of your little day dream to look at him. “See your…?” You breathed, heart skipping a beat.

“Mein pen, fraulein. I swear you Americans are so air headed… I had only hoped it was just a Demphsey trait.”

You couldn’t help but sulk, groaning internally at your foolishness. But, a part of your heart soared, knowing you possessed his favourite pen.

You really were helpless.

But his innuendo only fueled your fire, and is why you found yourself holding your breath, as quiet as a mouse in the dark hallway. The men had all retired to their rooms long ago, something you knew you also should have done, but you truly couldn’t help yourself. You held the wall for support as you bent down, looking through the keyhole of Edward’s room.

It was dark in the room, but still a bit brighter than the hallway you were in - a lone candle burned on his nightstand, throwing shadows onto the wall, but that paled in comparison to what you were currently staring at.

Edward sat in a chair, faced away from the door — the universe must hate you. Was he naked? No- he still had his undershirt on, but his pants and boxers were tossed aside on the floor, his lower half bare to the air and simply torturing you without a good look.

It wasn’t hard to figure out what he was doing, the repetitive movement of his hand was a dead give away, and the rolling of his head to the side only made your face more flushed. Your ears strained for anything, and after a silent moment, you heard it.

“Nhhhhg… gott.” He moaned softly, panting as he worked himself over. His hips lifted from the chair in an erratic thrust. You could see up to his mid thigh, but from this angle you couldn’t see anything good.

“Please, please turn.” You whisper in a prayer.

Your breathing was labored, as was his. His hand was moving faster, toes curling in his socks that he for some reason didn’t take off — somehow he looked more scandalous that way. His head was tipped back and his expression looked blissful. He was close, so close. You squeezed your thighs together, teeth almost biting clean through your bottom lip.

Just a little bit more Edward, you’re almost there.

Your head snapped to your left, eyes going wide as a noise echoed down the hall. Footsteps… getting closer and closer. You hastily push away from the door — you couldn’t possibly get caught peeping like this, you’d rather die! With shaky legs, you stumble back against the opposite wall, reaching out to the nearest door and pulling it open, stuffing yourself in the cramped broom closet.

“Fuck” you mumble to yourself, dropping to your knees to look through the keyhole into the hallway. You paranoidly darted your eye from one side of your field of view to the other, waiting for the figure to appear.

It didn’t take long, shuffled footsteps stepped into view, and you breathed a sigh of relief when you realized it was just Nikolai. He clutched a bottle of vodka in his right hand, and mumbled to himself while he stumbled down the hall. He was drunk again, but really, when was he not? It was to your advantage though, in his drunken splendor, his spatial awareness was shortened, and he didn’t see nor hear you. Thank god.

You waited until you could no longer hear the inebriated Russian before timidly making your way back into the hallway, checking to make sure the coast was clear, and quietly walking back to Richtofen’s door. You take a deep breath and look back through the keyhole.

To your utmost annoyance, he was finished, and you missed the finale. A few wads of tissues sat crumpled on the nightstand, you could only imagine what was in it. Your stomach sank, a weird anger bubbling to the surface.

Damn it, Nikolai! You ruined my entire night.

You watched him reach over to the tissues and throw them in the trash next to him. Edward seemed to take a minute to catch his breath before standing up and… oh lord. You sucked in a shaky breath as you got a good look at his ass. Fuck, he was tight, even at his age. This was a show you gladly drank in, watching as his muscles moved as he stepped forward.

Please, just turn around. Turn around.

“Ack, scheiße.” He cursed, looking down at himself. He sighed, bending down to grab his boxers. Fuck, he was going to be the death of you with this view. He moved his boxers to his crotch and used it as he did the tissues. He must have missed some while cleaning himself up. Richtofen tossed his boxers behind him, leaning over to the candle to blow it out. The springs groaned under his weight as he sat down on the mattress.

Fuck! He was now facing you, and there was no light for you to see him in all of his glory. You softly pressed your forehead into the wall next to the door, sighing. What luck you had. At least you had a few good shots of him to mentally use later, but the yearning, the unbearable longing... You needed more. You were not satisfied.

An idea popped into your head. It was risky… stupid? Definitely. But the reward would be worth it. You couldn’t help the grin you wore as you slinked back into the broom closet, ready to wait as long as you had to.

How long had you been in here? 30 minutes? An hour? Two? You really had no idea, but you were getting antsy, and it must’ve been long enough. You carefully walked back into the hallway and towards Edward’s door, once again looking through the keyhole. It was still pitch dark in there. You watched for a minute, looking for any sign he was awake, but you heard and saw nothing. You reached for the doorknob and turned it ever so slowly until it softly clicked, and you were able to push it open.

So he didn’t lock his door? Uncharacteristic, but good to know.

With bated breath, you pushed it open farther, heart beating rapidly as you hoped the hinges were well oiled. You took your time, ears straining just in case he was still awake, or if you woke him from his slumber. When the door was open enough to barely squeeze through, you did just that, crouching as you entered his room.

You tiptoed closer to him, your eyes straining to see in the dark. Eventually, you could make out a silhouette on the bed, and as you looked longer, the details started to become apparent.

He was laying on his back, eyes thankfully shut, and a sheet un-thankfully covering most of his body. As pretty of a sight that would have been, that’s not what you were after. But perhaps… you looked at him again, — what you were after could wait.

You were entranced by his face, how peaceful he looked as he slept. He still had the bags under his eyes, but they didn’t seem so prominent, and his eyebrows were relaxed, not knitted down or strung up like you were used to seeing. You could get used to seeing him like this, in fact there was nothing you wanted more. He looked so kissable, and your heart ached. Before you could talk yourself into doing something even more stupid than you were doing now, you squeezed your eyes shut, and got back to the task at hand, dropping lower to the ground to find your prize.

That’s his socks… pants… coat… shirt…

You mentally checked all the clothes you felt, taking a minute to bring his undershirt to your nose, inhaling deeply. It smelled like him. Your stomach did somersaults as his scent whelmed your mind. You loved it, but there was something better, and as you let his shirt fall back to the ground, you finally found what you were looking for. You stuffed the item in your pocket, and after one more glance at Edward, who was none the wiser of your presence, you made your escape, closing the door behind you, and made your way to your room, feeling so giddy you could almost feel lightning in your spine.

You crawled into bed, a manic smile on your face as your body shook with adrenaline. You laid there still for a moment, relishing this feeling… this was so wrong, so why the hell did it feel so right? When you couldn’t take it anymore, you shakily pulled out what you stuffed in your pocket and looked at it in the moonlight that shone through your window.

Your trembling hands gripped his boxers tightly. It wasn’t him, but it was good enough… for now. They were black and felt as if they were made from cotton, but that was a secondary observation, you were actually looking for something much more exciting as your fingers danced over the fabric.

Your eyes lit up, and the twitching smile grew bigger. You found it — a small damp area: an area you knew had residual cum. You couldn’t waste anymore time, you brought the damp fabric to your nose, inhaling almost violently.

“Oh there is a god.” You groaned out, inhaling once again. His musk was even more prominent here than his shirt.. You couldn’t describe it, but he smelled like a man in all the right ways. That, mixed with the scent of his cum which smelled almost like salty pancake batter, had your hand traveling down, a desperate throbbing in your core.

Your knuckles were white as you gripped his boxers, your nose still buried in them, your hand now touching yourself. You felt dizzy with lust, with such a deep burning desire for the eccentric German man. You thought back on him masturbating earlier, and let your imagination run wild, bringing yourself to the edge and tipping over it, burying your whole face into the fabric.

You weren’t normally that quick, that’s just the effect he had on you. He had many effects on you.

You sat at the table, rigid, stomach doing too many somersaults to eat the canned meat in front of you. It was the next morning, and you were only slightly freaking out.

You were going to sneak the boxers back last night, you swear. But you didn’t expect how tired you were after satisfying yourself as many times as you did last night, and fell asleep with his boxers held against your chest. You woke up in a panic, knowing it was far too late to try to return them. Hastily, you had stuffed both the pen and the boxers between your mattresses, hiding them in a panic.

Dempsey and Takeo talked over breakfast, while you waited for Edward to make his appearance — and you didn’t have to wait long.

Richtofen strolled into the room, his brows furrowed together, and a deep frown on his face. You didn’t miss how he pinched the crotch of his pants and adjusted them.

“I think I am losing mein goddamn mind.” Richtofen said aloud, his accent somehow thicker.

“You think?” Dempsey laughed. It was a bitter laugh, but humorous nonetheless. “Richtofen, you lost your mind a long ass time ago.”

“You are so funny Dempshey, did you go to clown school instead of pursuing ein proper education? Wait, don’t answer that. I already know.” Edward bit back, a smirk plastered on his lips. “Nein, I have lost two things in the last day, und I don’t lose things. A man like me never loses things.”

Your eyes quickly darted to him, your heart skipping a beat as he referenced not only the missing pen but the missing boxers. You were going to play it cool. You had to, not only for your secrecy, but for the sheer thrill of it.

“You never found your pen?” You asked, stabbing your fork into the canned meat.

“Nein, although I was so sure I left it on that desk.” He grumbled.

“Face it doc, you’re like, what, 60? It’s the Alzheimer’s setting in.” Dempsey cut in, this time audibly laughing at his own diss.

“I am not 60 you dimwitted Yank. Und I am in perfect health, thank you. I’m not sure you can say the same with the amount of grease you shovel down your gullet.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, but composed yourself quickly. “So, uh, what else did you lose?”

“Mein underwear!” He said bluntly. He wasn’t an abashed man.

Your heart beat hard against your ribcage, you hoped he couldn’t hear it. You gave an adequate surprise reaction, while Dempsey just looked disgusted.

“You wear underwear? Ha, I go commando, baby… and I guess you do too now, as disgusting as that is to think about…” Dempsey‘s cocky grin turned into a scrunched up nose, repulsed by the thought.

“Don’t you have a heart attack to experience, Dempshey?” He rolled his eyes.

You cleared your throat. “Haven’t seen those either, I’ll… make sure to keep an eye out.” You said, a smile twitching on your lips.

“I won’t. Hope they're lost forever.” Dempsey smiled and stood up, walking out of the room to have the last word. He really was Edward’s biggest hater.

“Screw you Dempshey.” He growled, but the marine was long gone. Edward sauntered over to where Tank once sat beside you and slid into the chair, dramatically putting his face in his hand. “I’m starting to think he took them. You know, if he wanted mein ball sweat, he could have just asked.”

He snickered to himself, and you couldn’t help your face heating up, memories of the sins you committed last night flooding your mind. The man you touched yourself to the thought and smell of was inches away from you, you could reach out and touch him, and your fingertips burned with desire. In fact, it would be so easy to lean over and kiss him…

“Mein pants have been pinching me every time I move. Not that it’s unpleasant… the pain is actually quite delicious.”

“How would he steal them anyway?” You ask, forcing a laugh to keep the tone light.

“I was exhausted last night, you know how much upkeep it takes to babysit the four of you?” He hummed, rubbing his eyes. “I probably slept heavier than unusual und didn’t hear him come in.”

Oh, how close you are, Edward.

“Richtofen, that’s ridiculous.”

“What’s ridiculous is a perfect man like me misplacing things!”

You averted your eyes, lost in thought for a minute, absorbing all the information you’ve received. Another risky idea popped into your mind, those ideas were always worth it.

“Do you need help with anything today? I don’t have anything planned.” You said, innocently.

You helped Richtofen all day with whatever work he did. You stripped wires, fetched tools, helped dissect zombie specimens, and said yes to all his requests. You did this for a few reasons.

Get Edward to want to use you more.

Make him do more than he normally did in a day

Get him absolutely exhausted.

The first one was easy: play the naive woman who is easily manipulated, and the second came naturally since he had help. The third was a little trickier, but you had some tricks up your sleeve.

“Oh, is it done? I couldn’t tell.” You’d say innocently about his work, which made him feel like it wasn’t up to his standards, and so he’d work on it some more.

“I was always told to do it right the first time, but if you think it’s okay….” You’d say when he tried to take a quick but messier shortcut. That was more effective than you expected.

“Well, I hope Dempsey doesn’t sabotage it…” You’d say if he wanted to leave a half finished project til in the morning.

He thought you were wrapped around his finger, but it truly was the opposite.

When the two of you finally retired for the night, it was extremely late, and you could see the exhaustion on his face. He tried to hide it, with his quips and sharp tongue, but his sarcasm and innuendos couldn’t hide the bags that got deeper under his eyes.

He bid you goodnight, and walked to his room while you went to yours, but you had no intention to sleep, not yet, even though you were just as tired. You just sat on your bed for a few minutes before creeping back out into the hallway, down the corridor, finding yourself at his door once more. You made sure you weren’t being watched before crouching down, looking through the keyhole.

You wanted to chuckle. Your plan worked, he was so tired he got straight into bed. Disappointing he didn’t put on another show, but this was good for your new half baked plan.

You tiptoed back to your room, and pulled your miscellaneous bag from under your bed. It was a collection of items you’ve collected from your travels, and found the thing you wanted — a Polaroid camera. You creeped back down the hallway, to his door, and carefully opened it, slipping inside.

There he was again, sleeping soundly in his bed. This time his clothes were neatly folded on the chair, and his thin sheet covered him from his stomach down. The sheet outlined certain things nicely, and it took everything in your power not to lift it.

You took your time admiring the parts of his body you could see. He didn’t have much muscle tone, but he looked fit for his age. Salt and pepper hair sprinkled his chest, and so did the occasional scar. He didn’t shave this morning, you could tell. A faint 5 o’clock shadow peeked out. God, he was gorgeous. He was everything.

Crouching down, you lightly blew on his face, gauging what type of reaction he would have. You made sure you braced yourself to quickly press yourself to the ground in case he woke up. He didn’t react at all, so you knew he was in deep enough sleep.

You stood up, bringing the camera to your face. With a quick prayer, you held your breath, taking the picture. The room was engulfed in light from the flash, but just as quickly as it happened, it was done. You crouched down quickly, backing up towards the door and out into the hallway.

In your room, you sat on your bed, giggling as you shook the picture. The image appeared slowly, but when it did, it was perfect. You bit down on his pen as you gazed at your new prize. A picture of him for you to keep, with him looking so peaceful and vulnerable, while his bedding left almost nothing to the imagination.

You almost felt satisfied.

Almost was never enough, was it?

It was the next day, and you stopped feeling satisfied. You wanted — no, needed more.

The picture was stowed under your mattress, along with the pen and boxers. You could have taken his clothing back to his room, stuff it somewhere for him to find, but you couldn’t bear to part with it. They were yours now.

And here you stood next to the man who you craved, helping him once again, another cadaver needed to be studied.

“-and this of course is… are you even listening to me? Everything I say is very valuable information, you know!” Edward snapped you back to reality, you had started daydreaming again.

“Sorry, Richtofen, I’m… actually not feeling well.” You lied, looking up at him with big eyes. He clicked his tongue a few times.

“What are your symptoms…or is it female troubles? If it’s the latter I know a delightful cure.” He said, picking up a scalpel. “You don’t need your uterus, ja?”

A smile twitched on your face. “I think I’ll keep it for now… and I'm going to lay down for a while.”

“Ja, fine, go. Just keep in mind I have a cure that’s a win-win for both of us!” He twirled the scalpel while he smirked.

You shuffled away, holding your stomach as you did so, but once you left his makeshift lab and made your way down the hallway, you straightened up, walking with a purpose. You were fine, just needed a little excuse to slip away for a while. You turned down the hallway and found yourself once again at his bedroom door. You quickly step inside, closing the door behind you.

You moaned softly as you collapsed on his bed, covering yourself with his sheet, entirely wrapping yourself in his scent. The bed was cold but you could almost imagine the warmth of his body heating it up.

This isn’t what you’re here for. Get moving or he’ll surely catch you.

You groaned at your inner thoughts and threw the sheet off of you, digging into your pockets to get your tools — tweezers and a small baggy. With them in hand, you scanned his pillow, sheets, and bed, looking for any hair you could find.

Black hair here, gray hair there…

Oh, this was a jackpot. You collected multiple strands, your heart racing with the knowledge that these were yours now… a part of him belonged to you. When you couldn’t find any more on his bedding, you pocketed your tools and newfound possession.

You carefully made your way out of his room, into the hallway, and-

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you.” Richtofen said, turning the corner of the hallway.

Your back straightened, stomach jumping to your throat. Did he see you leave his room??

“You weren’t in your room, didn’t you say you were going to lay down, hmmm???” He questioned. He approached you with his arms crossed, tapping his foot once he stopped as if he was scolding you.

“I- actually I was looking for you as well.” You said, voice shakier than you meant for it to be.

“Are you lying?” He asked, eyes narrowing. “…that was an excuse to stop assisting me, ja? I’m wounded! Many would jump at the opportunity to assist ein genius like me!” Edward pouted, turning his head away in offense.

“Edward,” you said, gaining his attention quickly. This is the first time you’ve called him that to his face. “I was looking for you because I need gauze, you know, for my… troubles.” You internally cringe, but it seemed to work.

He put his hands on his hips. “Mh, I suppose that makes sense. Follow me, I actually have mein first aid kit out right now.”

“Who’s the idiot that got hurt?”

“The person in question is actually quite brilliant und got hurt by means that is not his fault.”

“Where did you get hurt?”

“…I cut my finger with ein scalpel.” He said quietly. You smirked at him, which made him roll his eyes and look away. “I didn’t even feel it… if I’m going to get cut, I at least want to feel it! Where’s the fun otherwise??”

You flicked your now wide eyes towards him. “You didn’t feel it?” You ask.

“Nein, the scalpel was too sharp. Pity.”

“Interesting…” You said under your breath. A smile on your lips.

Richtofen led you back to his lab and handed you some gauze, but you could only think about the next plan you were cooking in your mind.

You might as well be a night owl at this point, or maybe more of a raccoon… you at least looked the part with the circles you were developing under your eyes from hardly sleeping. It was late once again, everyone was asleep, and you were just waiting for your time to strike.

Your knees felt weak as you paced around in the hallway. You knew this was crossing a line, and getting caught could have intense consequences. But, big risk, big reward. And at this point, with how consuming your obsession with this man has become, you don’t know if you could stop yourself.

Before you knew it, you were in his room, creeping over to him as has become your nightly routine. Edward’s chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. One hand laid on his stomach, while the other was tucked under his head. Peaceful.

His eyelashes are so long.

You twirled the scalpel you borrowed in your hand, thinking over what you were just about to do. This could very well wake him up, and then what? What will you do?

You shook your head, clearing your mind. Right now was not a time for panic. You needed to be calm with very steady hands. You took a deep breath, and gazed upon his sleeping body. You inched closer, and closer, and went through with it before you could change your mind.

You grazed the scalpel across his cheek, just barely grazed it, not too deep… and pulled the instrument back, looking intensely at the centimeter sized area you sliced. You waited, your impatience getting the better of you. Was it too shallow? Do you need to slice him again?

But before you could question yourself into a frenzy, a scarlet dot appeared, and then another, both growing in size. You shakily let a breath out. Good.

With a pipette you borrowed as well, you collected the blood that dotted the surface. It was a slow, steady flow, but it was a bountiful supply of his sweet gore.

But you had gotten too cocky, flew too close to the sun. You brought the pipette closer to his skin to collect more blood when your hand twitched, and you jabbed the tool into his face. He jerked away, his face scrunching up as he groggily rubbed the area.

Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck… fuck!

You repeated the curses in your head as you hastily pulled away and dropped to the floor. The bed creaked as he stretched awake.

“Mmmh?” He groaned. “Was zur…?”

You were trapped, there was no escape. The only thing you could do is…!

You rolled under the bed, holding your breath as you heard him sitting up. He swung his legs over the side, fumbling with his lighter to light the candle by his bed. The candle draped everything in a soft, warm glow. You didn’t even have to see him to know what was happening. He was looking down at blood stained fingers.

He spoke to himself in German, his voice lower than what you’re used to hearing out of him. You could hear his belt jostling as he unfolded his pants to put them on. He stood, walking to a cracked mirror that was on the wall.

You ever so slowly peeked out. He stared at himself in the mirror, fingers dancing over his cheek where you had cut him. He didn’t say anything, just stared. After a minute of dead silence, he muttered something else in German, walking back towards the bed. He haphazardly put his undershirt on and walked out of the room, you could only guess to get a bandage.

You stayed put for a few more seconds before quickly rolling out from under the bed and making a mad dash to the door, holding the pipette close to your heart. As you opened the door, you prayed he wasn’t in the hallway. Your prayer was answered, you stumble out into an empty corridor. You sprinted down the hallway, quickly opening your door and making your way into the sanctuary of your room.

“God, oh god.” You breathed, a laugh finding your words. God. That was incredible. Your heart raced as the adrenaline kept rushing through your veins. He almost caught you. He almost caught you. You should be mortified by the thought, but it only excited you!

You hurriedly dropped to your knees by your bed, lifting the mattress to retrieve all the goodies you had. You sat in the bed with the pen, boxers, and hair in your lap, the picture of Edward in one hand, and the pipette in the other. Your body buzzed with joy.

You had so much from him, so much of him. He really was all yours, he just didn’t know it yet.

You swirled the pipette around, watching the swishing of the blood. His blood. And you could only think of one thing to make this better. You tilted your head back, raising the pipette to just above your mouth. You stuck out your tongue, and squeezed a single drop onto it.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you savored the taste of it. The copper taste twinged the taste buds, sending sparks of desire down to your stomach. He was yours. A part of him was now inside you. You swallowed the metallic liquid, opening your eyes to gaze at the picture.

But, your luck had run out.

You looked up in alarm as your door was quickly pushed open. There he stood, firmly planted in the doorway, eyes narrow as he glared at you. You had no time to hide anything you held, you could only look back at him, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights with your sins bared to him.

You tried to choke out something, anything. But you stumbled over even the most basic words as he approached you.

“I- wait- no- Richtofen-“

“So it was you all along, you little thief.” He said, tone low and dangerous. He towered over you and you could only look up at him in distress. “Mein pen, mein underwear…und you got greedy enough to take mein blood, too.”

“Edward-“

“You know, at first I thought someone was fucking with me, maybe Dempshey or Nikolai… I would have never suspected you, playing all innocent.” He laughed a sinister laugh. “But this isn’t about fucking with me is it, fraulein? Nein, this is something else entirely.”

He plucked the picture out of your quivering hand and stared at it with an unreadable expression. “Mh, did you take this picture tonight? Before you cut me?” He said, also plucking the pipette from your grasp. “And don’t bother lying, my dear.”

“I… no.” You said quietly, looking down in embarrassment. He dropped the picture onto the bed, roughly grabbing your chin to make you maintain eye contact.

“When?” He simply asked.

“… last night.” You felt smaller than a mouse.

He laughed even more, and it only brought more fear to pit in your stomach. “Und how many nights have you visited me, hm?”

“Three.”

You wanted to die.

“Und I had no idea. You little minx. Perhaps you would’ve continued to get away with it if you didn’t leave your tools behind.” His hand disappeared in his pocket before reappearing in front of you, a scalpel held in his grasp. “Well, mein tools.”

Your eyes went wide as you palmed at your own pocket. When did you drop it? Oh goddamn it, it must have been when you rolled out from under his bed. “How–”

“Fraulein, I am a doctor, I can tell the difference between a scratch und a wound made from precise tools.” He looked through you, making you feel oh so small. “You even took some of mein hair. This isn’t just kleptomania… it’s something far worse… far… kinkier.”

Edward sat on the bed and pulled you to him, crushing you in his embrace. The scalpel and pipette were dropped, losing their importance to the situation at hand. With one hand he pinned both of your arms behind your back, and with the other he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked, hard, until you were looking into his eyes.

“My little stalker.” He cooed. “Open your mouth.”

You did as you were told, opening your mouth, he gave you a look, one you could read as if he had said it, and hesitantly stuck out your tongue. He clicked his tongue a few times, seeing the blood that still stained your tongue.

“Here I thought you were some naive girl, an innocent thing… no innocent girl steals a man’s blood und drinks it so greedily.”

You let out a gasp as he pressed his lips against yours hard, his tongue probing inside as he tasted his own blood. He held you to him like a vice while he attacked your mouth.

“Edward,” you groaned needily when he parted from you.

“You’ve already taken more than you deserve, Mäuschen, there’s no use in begging.” He bit the lobe of your ear as he whispered in it. His grip tightened on both your arms and hair, you cried out as tears threatened to fall.

Just as quickly as he tightened his grip, he let you go, pushing you down and pinning you against the mattress.

“Tell me, fraulein,” he said roughly, pushing your legs apart to slot his hips against yours. “Did you take mein boxers to wear? To smell?”

Your face heated up, you didn’t want to answer this. But his intense gaze had the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. “To smell.”

“Never pegged you as a panty sniffer, fraulein, but you’ve surprised me a lot today.” Richtofen laughed, kissing and biting down your neck. “Did you touch yourself while smelling them?”

He bit your neck particularly hard, causing you to gasp out your answer.

“Yes!” You cried, arching your back, pressing yourself more to him. Edward groaned, his hips jutting forward on instinct. You could feel his length against your inner thigh, and it only burned the flame of your desire hotter

“Gott, you’re a succubus... A thieving, conniving little siren.” He moaned, pulling your shirt over your head. “You are obsessed with me… Shieße, I’ve never been more turned on.”

He was rough as he pawed off your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room so he could knead your breasts. His lips trailed down as he pinched your nipples, soon replacing one of his hands with his mouth. You arched your back even more as he swirled his tongue around the bud. The electricity of the pleasure shocked your senses, this was heaven, this was pure bliss.

“Edward, please.” You begged, reaching out to yank on his belt. This time he didn’t scold your teasing, he helped you take it off.

Clothes littered your bedroom floor as the two of you tore them off of each other. He left dark hickeys on your breasts, biting and sucking until you writhed in pain. You didn’t dare ask him to stop though, or slow down – you wanted every bit and more. Suddenly, he sat back on his heels, his hips still pressed against yours. You looked at him with lidded but curious eyes, heaving from his ministrations. He looked at his surroundings, and smiled deviously, reaching over and grabbing your polaroid camera from the nightstand, pulling it up to his eye.

“Say cheese, mein kleines Pirschgängerin.” You could see all of his teeth as he grinned.

You didn’t have time to cover yourself up. The room filled with a blinding light, capturing your vulnerable state: unclothed, unkempt, and under him. The room was enveloped in darkness again as the camera dispensed the photo, not that you could see it, you were still dazed and blinded by the light.

“You get what you give… und you still have a debt, fraulein.”

Edward brought the scalpel up, the blade catching the moonlight. A shiver ran down your spine, out of thrill or terror, you couldn’t quite place it. He inspected the instrument, then brought it to your face. You trembled under his hold, but his surgical hands were steadier than ever. He quickly dragged it across your cheek, the faintest burn trailing the path of the blade. Just when you thought you could take no more, Richtofen leaned in and sucked on the wound to extract your blood. He was demanding, you were almost sure you were going to have a hickey on your cheek after this.

“Did you ever think you’d make it this far, schatz? Pinned under me, about to take what I’ll give you?” He asked, voice low as he lined himself up with your entrance. His tip probed at your flesh.

“Of course I did, Edward.” You said, breathless, rolling your hips so he slipped inside. “You’ve been mine all this time.”

His eyes widened, not used to anyone matching his freak. His lips twitched with an uncommitted smile, breathing getting heavier and heavier from sheer excitement. He grabbed your throat hard, squeezing as he roughly thrusted fully inside, setting a brutal pace.

“Nein, mein Liebe, you’re mine. Und you’ll soon see that’s far, far worse.”

Richtofen squeezed your throat while the other hand grabbed your thigh, pushing your leg up for him to have a better angle. You felt fuzzy – your lips got tingly, your heart throbbed in your head. This lack of blood flow going to your head made every delicious snap of his hips that much better.

You were a moaning mess, grasping helplessly at any part of him you could reach as you basked in the fact he was deep inside you. With each moan you breathed, the harder he fucked you. It was a positive feedback loop, making you get louder and louder.

“Ja, just like that, fraulein. Let them hear you.” He groaned. He moved his hand from your throat to your cunt, finding your clit and rubbing fast circles with his thumb.

“Fuck, oh, Edward-“

“Louder.” He hissed, thumb pressing harder.

“Edward!” You cried loud.

He leaned over you, roughly kissing you as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. Your body was electrified with pleasure, it radiated up to the tips of your ears and down to your toes, causing them to curl in ecstasy. That coil in your core tightened more and more until you were clawing at his back as you reached your peak.

His thrusts and fingers coaxed your climax out, keeping the waves of pleasure rolling over you. You saw stars, you felt lightning, you were drowning in him. Richtofen mewled as you squeezed around him, his thrusts momentarily faltering as he too felt the pleasure. He drew out your satisfaction as long as he could, until you were writhing and whimpering under him, begging him to stop from overstimulation.

“Stop fighting it, fraulein. It's unbecoming of you. You wanted this, und I’ll tell you when it's over.” Edward laughed, continuing to rub circles against your aching clit. He stopped thrusting, opting to sheath himself fully inside you, pinning you with no escape from the torturous pleasure.

A cry rattled your chest as he finally stopped tormenting you. You took deep, shaking breaths as you trembled, it was hard to think straight, and you didn’t protest when he pulled out of you, maneuvering you in a new position. He dragged you to the floor, making you kneel in front of him as he sat on the side of the bed. Edward was still hard and throbbing, with a look in his eye that said he wasn’t done with you just yet.

“Open, Liebe.” He ordered, shoving his thumb past your lips to pry your mouth open. “Since you’re so keen on swallowing mein blood, I’m sure you won’t protest swallowing other bodily fluids.”

You nodded eagerly— it was true. You wanted everything.

He pulled you closer by hooking his thumb and dragging you by your jaw. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and thrusted himself into your waiting mouth. You choked on his cock as he mercilessly fucked your throat. His teeth were bared almost in a grin as he had his way with you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, sucking and licking as best as you could, which was certainly difficult at his pace. He was getting close, you could tell. His heavy breathing turned into moans and his calculated thrusts became uneven. His hand still threaded through your hair, but his other came to rest on your cheek, cradling it, rubbing gently with his thumb. After a particularly sharp thrust, Edward stilled, groaning in satisfaction as he spilled his cum on your tongue.

“Ja, that’s it… don’t you dare waste a drop.” He demanded, head tilted back as he rode out his orgasm.

You swallowed it hungrily, like you were a man starved. You sucked and licked, making sure to milk him dry. You deserved every bead of cum you could get, you decided. You caused it, and he was yours, every bit of him.

Edward whimpered from your continued ministrations, but didn’t pull away just yet, seemingly enjoying the torturous pleasure of overstimulation. It was only when he was completely soft did he pull you away with trembling arms.

“Gut. sehr gut.” He breathed, petting your hair. He pulled you up and into the bed with him, laying down as you both caught your breath. The two of you laid there in silence for many minutes until he began patting along the bed looking blindly for something. He pulled the polaroid you took of him up to his eyes and examined it with a clearer mind.

“You purposely made me exhausted so you could take this picture, didn’t you?” He asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Yes.” There was no point to lying, it’s not the most embarrassing thing you’ve admitted to today.

“You cheeky Mauschen. Und here I thought you were just so kind enough to assist me in mein work.” He said, with faux offense. “You really went about this the hard way, you know. If you wanted to fuck you could’ve just asked…”

“And miss the thrill of the chase?” You asked, turning to him with a twisted look in your eye. “There’s nothing better than doing something so wrong, and feeding an obsession so intense.”

Richtofen grinned from ear to ear, his eyes going wide. He looked as if he wanted to propose to you. “You are completely insane.”

“I am just… dedicated.”

Edward pulled you into a kiss, one that wasn’t so demanding as the last ones. It was almost… sweet. He pulled away from you, and brushed some hair out of the way.

“Gute Nacht, fraulein.” He said, sitting up to gather his clothes. You sat up as well, watching as he pulled his pants back on.

“You’re leaving?” You asked, disappointment obvious in your tone.

“I can’t give in too easily, didn’t you say something about… thrill of the chase?” He smirked. He threw the photo of himself on the bed, and grabbed the polaroid of you instead, tucking it away in his pants. “You’ve got to do more than this to capture me.”

You matched his grin, slowly laying back down to bask in the satisfaction of the sex and his words. “You’re mine, Edward Richtofen.” You warned. He didn’t respond to your words, just flashed you his smirk again.

You didn’t miss how he pocketed your panties before he left your room.

Cat and mouse. Who was who, you didn’t know. But you did, in fact, love the thrill of the chase.

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