Rai made a pained sound, arching out to try to get the knife. There was another, but he doubted the other would let him get to it. Damn him. Damn them all. When the beautiful stranger coated his lips with blood, Rai subconsciously licked them. The taste wasn't human, but then, had he really expected it to be? They were still mostly reddened, matching his hair, but he wasn't sure why he did it. "And what makes you think I give a damn what you've been through?" he hissed, trying to fight him still though he was rapidly stripped of his clothing. His cock was above average for his height, but he avoided penetrating others as much as possible. He'd much rather be taken in every way imaginable by another, but sex was the furthest thing from his mind right now.<br/><br/>Well, at least until the offer to bed fed crossed his mind. That self preservation reared its ugly head, and when his eyes opened, they were glowing. But he was still fighting him, and himself. Even when he touched the silk ribbon woven in his corset piercings. Even as the commands rolled across his ears. They lowered against his skull. He gasped out and groaned when the stranger laved his tongue along the cut. Normally it would have hurt another, but to him it felt good. His nerves were shot, rewired to feel pleasure when a normal person would feel pain. "Damn you. I don't want this," he hissed. "I want to die, not to be fed." But the other's carnal desires and dark nature was calling out to him. The blood play, playing with his wounds. A normal person wouldn't have found any of it appealing.<br/><br/>But Rai found it erotic, and he was so hungry. His urge to feed was growing. He bared his teeth. He was too weak right now. He knew that. And the other was determined to feed him, and unless he brought in victims, Rai was not getting out of this. "Fuck me," he hissed, his voice having dropped a few notches. Though even so, he sounded meek and harmless. Not a mean bone in his body. He was just an incubus who had given up on life. Rai hadn't really meant to invite him to have sex with him, especially given his condition, so the phrase could have gone either way. What had he really meant? Perhaps he would never know.<br/><br/>The blood loss and lack of energy had weakened him so deeply that it was about all he could do, just lie there and let the other do as he liked. Though he didn't want it, his body needed it. Maybe if he got enough energy he could finish the job. Maybe he could convince himself to just rip out his heart without healing the damage...He closed his eyes and resigned himself.