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BEASTARS

Legosi/Louis

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Maritombola 77 - X si decide a cercare finalmente un pegno d’amore degno di Y (Extratombola - Bestiality)

Notes:

Title’s in Italian, taken from “Il dono del cervo” by Angelo Branduardi (‘cause why not, I title half of my Italian shit in English, might as well do it the other way around this time). Besides it was perfect for prompt 77 *wink wink*

The prompt is more about finally taking the decision, instead of searching for the actual gift.

Legosi gets used to waking up in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat and aroused, feeling like crying and throwing up and jerking off.

It’s because he dreams of it every night.

It’s not just the fight, even if he had almost died, no, that’s not what he dreams about.

Legosi dreams of Louis’ body, hot and vibrant, pressed under him, of the sound of Louis’ heart, beating frantic in his chest, fear and expectation both rushing in the deer’s veins, taking over his smell. He dreams of burying his muzzle in Louis’ chest, of inhaling his sweat, of the raspy sensation of Louis’ fur against his lips, the muscles of his leg contracting against his tongue.

He dreams of a broken curse, of a carved number swallowed whole, an invisible chain dissolved by stomach acids.

Legosi dreams of blood dripping from his fangs and bones breaking in his mouth and flesh filling his throat.

And then Legosi keeps dreaming.

Not about fighting Riz, no, Legosi dreams of eating Louis whole, of eating his leg and then keep eating, of not being able to stop. He dreams of Louis closing his eyes and not resisting. He dreams of an altar and he dreams of Louis giving himself up, sacrificing himself, of Louis putting his hand over his own chest and taking out his heart, of Louis feeding it to him.

Legosi dreams of biting it, blood spurting from the pressure, and of chewing it, of chewing and chewing until his jaw aches and he can no longer open his mouth and he dreams of Louis, with a hole in his chest, kissing him, licking his own blood from his lips, prying them open with the strength of his sheer will, of Louis taking his face in his hands and leaving the print of his bloodied hands on his fur

Legosi dreams of Louis dragging him down over him, between his spread legs, and taking him in, giving himself up in a different way, he dreams of the deer’s leg and stump closing around his waist, not allowing him to leave, and clenching and crushing him, pushing the wolf deeper inside him as he is inside Legosi - blood and sex reflecting in a skewered mirroring - and keeping him there as he presses his hand inside his mouth and whispers, “Bite me, Legosi,” and Legosi…

Legosi startles awake with a throbbing cock and bile rising in his mouth. He’s salivating, for goodness’ sake, like a feral animal in the wild.

He disgusts himself.

Legosi gets up, starts pacing to get rid of all the sensations - he refuses to take a shower, a long hot shower where he could jerk off on the thought of eating and fucking Louis, fuck no, even if Gohin told him it would help.

That’s not a particular train of thoughts he wants to follow.

You repress it too much, it has to get out somehow, and so you dream about it. You need to face what you feel for Louis and solve it, or else someday you’re gonna snap and you’re gonna end up eat him and I won’t allow it, do you understand Legosi?

But Gohin doesn’t understand - how could he? He never met Louis, and even if he had, he wouldn’t know him as Legosi does.
The panda wouldn’t understand, doesn’t understand.

It’s not about eating meat.

It’s not about instincts or predation or the food chain. It’s not about Legosi at all.

It’s Louis, it’s always been about Louis.

Even when they thought it didn’t matter, the red deer had given him his extended hand on a stage in front of the whole school and his pain by doing it on a broken leg.

And then it did matter, for Louis gave a part of himself up to save Legosi’s life, he immolated himself just so Legosi wouldn’t be killed.

Louis cried for him, gave him his flesh, his tears, his trust and his life to dispose of - only because he wouldn’t want to live in a world without Legosi.

And Legosi took it all.

He took and took and took, he ravaged and tore and, maybe that’s the problem. Maybe it’s time for Legosi to give something back.

And he just knows where to start.

From Louis’ seventh gift.

And then, all the others would follow.