Pieta

"I've never had a patient like you before, so let me ask a few questions."

Demis said calmly as he walked down the stairs leading to his massive basement, Dante following him and looking around with wide eyes as he took in the large space. Demis had took him to his large and grand home, not quite surprising since he was a rich and famous doctor. After witnessing the brutal murder of Demis killing a man, Dante had begged him to kill him, the latter agreeing after getting intrigued by his immortality.

Demis took out a small notepad and a pen, smiling down casually at Dante as the latter sat down heavily on a metal chair.

"What is your name?"

"Dante."

"How old are you?"

"Time has become meaningless to me. I don't remember my age."

Dante responded flatly, looking up at Demis as the latter nodded and scribbled in notes in the notepad.

"In what ways have you died before?"

"I poisoned myself, starved to death, fell to my death, and drowned... None of that worked, so I tried shooting myself in the head. I even tried cutting myself and bleeding to death and electrocuting myself... I've done everything I could think of to die. Shall I continue?"

Dante asked boredly, resting his head on a gloved hand as he gazed up at Demis, who looked curious as he tapped his pen against the notepad, not tearing his eyes off Dante.

"... Do you feel pain?"

"Of course. Everything else about me is normal. The only difference is that I come back to life after dying."

Demis thought about Dante's response for a moment, letting out a soft hum of thought before his lips subtly curved into a sly smirk as he set the pen and notepad aside.

"You might try to resist instinctively because of the pain, so let me tie you down."

He said in a smooth, matter-of-fact tone as he began to firmly lock Dante's wrists to the armrests of the metal chair, moving down to do the same with his ankles, the black cuffs locking in place tightly.

"Fuck, do you have to use these types of things? Isn't this for kinky shit...?"

Dante muttered with a huff, his gaze slightly tense as he watched the other man firmly lock his limbs in place. Demis just ignored the question, the chair slightly rattling as he stood back up over Dante.

"What was your most painful death?"

"Drowning was the most painful as someone who can't die... Because when I come back to life, I'm still in the water."

Dante answered gruffly, looking away as he clenched and unclenched his hands in the restraints, his shoulders still tense as Demis chuckled darkly.

"Then... I'm guessing you haven't experienced cotial death or died from a visceral rupture yet."

"Of course I...."

Dante trailed off, slowly looking back up at Demis, his eyes slightly wide and his jaw clenched.

"What...?"

He flinched as Demis got closer, his eyes immediately going to the huge tent in Demis's trousers. He swallowed thickly, wondering why the fuck Demis had a boner.

"What the hell...?"

He muttered, giving Demis a questioning look while the latter's smile just widened, unlocking the watch around his wrist.

"I had a hard time holding back ever since you came back to life."

He murmured, the watch slowly dropping from his wrist and onto the floor as he loomed over Dante.

"I couldn't stop thinking about fucking the absolute shit out of you."

He said lowly, his pale cheeks tinted a pink color as his breathing got heavier, starng down at Dante.