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“Uhhh, remind me again why we’re doing this?”
Buggy rolled his thumbs awkwardly, his back awfully stiff as Mihawk traced the point of a fountain pen down his sternum. The swordsman responded with a hum, scratching the tip gently on his skin.
“You’re a terrible listener,” he mumbled, lifting the pen from his chest and pinching the clown by the nape to get him to sit upright.
“Ah- no! I’m a good listener! I just-” Buggy felt fingers sliding around to brace on the back of his neck, and Mihawk held him still as he made a small horizontal line at the top of his abdomen.
“...could you just explain it to me again…? I heard ‘julienne’ or something when you mentioned it earlier, and I don’t think that was quite right…”
Mihawk let out a light-hearted exhale through his nose, his breath tickling Buggy’s shoulder with how close he was, and he lifted the nib of the pen off his skin to keep it from spilling.
“You amuse me.” He leaned back on his heels, fingers ghosting next to the ink adorning the clown’s bare torso before he slid his hand down to tap his knuckle on Buggy’s inner arm, making him move his hands out of the way of his stomach.
“How you heard ‘julienne’ is beyond me. I thought I was speaking very clearly when I said I wanted to vivisect you.”
Buggy opened his mouth with an ‘ah’ and nodded for a moment as if he knew what that meant. His brow quickly knitted in confusion, and he glared back at him as Mihawk pressed the pen just below his sternum.
“Just hypothetically asking, but uhm, what does that mean exactly?” he mumbled quietly, straining his abdominal muscles as the pen tickled its way down to his navel.
Mihawk furrowed his eyebrows, heavily focused on making a perfectly straight line down to his pubic bone before pulling his hand back and setting the fountain pen aside.
“I’m going to cut you open.”
He pressed his palm on Buggy’s shoulder, guiding him to fall back on the sheets with a soft ‘thud’.
“T-that sounds… unethical…” he mumbled, tapping his fingers into the sides of his thighs anxiously. His concern fell on deaf ears as Mihawk crawled onto the mattress and grasped the clown’s waist, leaning over him and staring into his soul.
“I want you to separate only where my blade touches. No more. No less.”
Gentle thumbs with underlying threat pressed soft circles into his hipbone. Mihawk had always an affinity of touching with care and caution, though never out of concern. His leniency was not to be mistaken for tenderness.
Even so, his glare on Buggy’s face was heated. He was not exactly an expressive person, but having been approximated with man, Buggy felt he’d gotten pretty familiar with how his tone shifted.
“Can you do that for me, Buggy?”
Mihawk looked him in the eyes expectantly, not moving even an inch as he waited for the clown to give his affirmation.
Buggy gulped awkwardly, flickering his attention between the swordsman and the drawn lines on his stomach.
“...I can try…?”
That was all Mihawk needed to hear. With a swift and surprisingly dignified shuffle, he straddled Buggy’s knees, sitting upright. He deftly removed his necklace to wield Kogatana, sliding the thin golden chain through the bail secreted in the hilt of the weapon to toss it aside.
Sitting perfectly still, he lifted the knife to the line he’d made on Buggy’s abdomen. The tip of the blade hovered above his sternum, and Mihawk glanced up at him to gauge his reaction.
Of course, Buggy was staring directly at the ceiling with a nervous frown, lips tucked between his teeth and into his mouth. He looked kind of like a sock puppet, honestly.
The steel slid along the drawn line with surgeon’s precision, cutting past the thin layer of skin and fat from the top of his abdomen, slowly all the way down to where his pubic bone was. At the bottom of the slit, Mihawk raised his wrist and tilted the knife to make a small horizontal cut. He incised past the muscle with extreme caution, careful not to puncture the bladder.
“Like carving butter,” he joked dryly, sliding the knife back up the initial cut to slice past the thin layers of muscle protecting Buggy’s organs. “Though I suppose it is an unfair comparison, seeing as I am not even cutting you.”
Buggy gulped and nodded carefully, laying impossibly still so as to not anger the swordsman. He’d never had to separate himself this particularly before, and he didn’t want to fuck up in front of Mihawk. He may be immune to being cut, but he was not immune to getting his ass handed to him.
Setting Kogatana aside, Mihawk grasped Buggy’s waist in one hand before slowly delving his other hand into the gash and pushing the separated layers apart with two fingers.
The first thing visible to him was the small intestine; the longest internal organ. It was light red and covered in a slick mucous membrane, very slightly moving every time Buggy took a breath.
“You do not bleed, even though you’ve separated your blood vessels… how incredibly intriguing…” Mihawk mumbled, sliding his fingers along his entrails and savouring their warmth as he fought the terrible urge to grab and squeeze.
Buggy was a little uncertain if Mihawk was excited or upset about his lack of blood. Personally, the clown couldn’t care less, he was admittedly only focused on simply not looking down at himself.
“I’m curious, how does it feel when I touch you? It’s very fascinating that you aren’t screaming in agony.”
He gently pinched a section of his intestine, and Buggy winced slightly, clenching his fist in surprise.
“U-uhm, it’s… weird… I don’t really know how to explain it,” he gasped, tensing his calves from the anxiety the bizarre feeling was giving.
It was odd to say the least. Buggy wasn't anywhere near as knowledgeable on human anatomy as his partner was, but he was still very aware that as he was now, it would probably only take one pinch in the right spot to end his life within minutes.
And weirdly enough, that wasn't why he was afraid.
Mihawk wouldn't kill him like this, that fear had passed ages ago. No, Buggy was uneasy because frankly speaking; Mihawk was kind of a freak. Buggy honestly couldn't recall a single time he’d ever been “intimate” with the man in a way that wasn’t at least a little unusual.
He could never just have a normal shag, it always had to something fucked up like a handjob at knifepoint or biting Buggy like a dog toy.
It’d be a lie to say he wasn’t kind of into it sometimes, but it was ironically kind of hard to get turned on when about two thirds of the sex they were having was really just Mihawk having way too much fun treating Buggy like a boxing pillow or a practice dummy.
…or an autopsy patient, apparently.
The swordsman moved his left hand and inched it along the skin next to the incision until his thumb carefully pressed onto the bottom of Buggy’s barely exposed sternum. With his other hand, he traced two delicate fingers along the tube of his small intestine, exploring the organ as he slowly made his way up past the ridges of his large intestine and pausing when he was just below his stomach.
An unexpected shiver rushed through Mihawk’s spine, and he quickly lifted his hands away entirely to let them finish trembling. If Buggy didn’t know any better, he’d have assumed he was getting nervous with how perilous the situation was.
The swordsman cleared his throat to recompose himself, an extremely faint blush adorning his cheekbone as he swallowed the excitement in a way that could only be described as coy.
“...it seems I may have gotten myself all riled up…”
A beat of silence followed by a dozen others imbued the room with perplexing tension. Awkward? Shameful? Sexy??? Who could say, really.
With impossibly tender caution, Mihawk lowered his hands back into Buggy’s abdomen, digits slotting in between his guts and locking around them perfectly. Not squeezing but simply holding them reverently.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, he leaned down and pressed his lips on Buggy’s innards, licking the slimy membrane on his organs from his lip subconsciously and shuddering from the sickly texture and sweet flavour.
Although not intoxicating or addicting by any means, it was a grotesquely desirable taste regardless. One that made him want to throw caution to the wind and eat the clown, an urge that was becoming less figurative by the minute.
He lightly shook his head and pressed a more open-mouthed kiss on Buggy’s insides in a much more intimate connection, the mucous organ coating his mouth even further with the unpalatable viscous liquid.
Mihawk caressed between the folds of his small intestine with his tongue, a messed up display of making out with his entrails. At the same time, he very slowly maneuvered two fingers below Buggy’s pubic bone, carefully sliding them below his bladder as he searched for a moment.
It only took a few experimental nudges before he hit the right spot, and Buggy let out a shocked whimper, knocking his head back violently and flailing his hands to grasp the sheets. He couldn’t grab the swordsman by the hair, not with his teeth so close to his vital organs.
“There it is…” Mihawk growled heatedly, lips slick as he licked his way up Buggy’s abdomen. His mouth was filled with mucus, and he had to swallow it down as he pressed gently suckling lips on the edge of his liver.
“W-what was that?! What the fu- uuuck ~♡” Buggy moaned again. He pulled his hand up to bite the flesh of his palm, feeling like he was about to break skin with how hard he was pinching himself.
Mihawk licked a stripe along the underside of Buggy’s liver, curling his fingers rhythmically as he continued to fight the curious desire to dig his teeth into the clown’s innards.
“I found your prostate… I figured it’d be more sensitive if I touched it directly…”
He definitely wasn’t wrong in his hypothesis. Buggy’s vision was littered in sparks beneath his eyelids, and white hot flashes of pleasure zapped down his spine and into his aching cock. He hadn’t even gotten the time to get fully hard yet and he was already right on the verge of an orgasm.
Immediately noticing the clown’s state, Mihawk reluctantly pulled his face out of his abdomen and moved his other hands down to swiftly unzip Buggy’s pants. Tugging his underwear out of the way, his dick jumped up and smacked the back of his hand, tip glistening with precum.
As they were now, the position would be much too awkward to suck him off, to Mihawk’s disappointment. So instead, he shifted himself slightly, his fingers of course continuing to put pressure on his prostate, and he gently jerked him off with the other.
Buggy moaned so hard he gagged, bucking his hips into Mihawk’s grip desperately. Reflexively, he connected his incised skin back together, encasing the swordsman’s fingers in his body as he blacked out from the pleasure.
Hot globs of cum pulsed out of his cock and onto Mihawk’s fingers. The swordsman hummed, satisfied with how quickly he had managed to reduce him to this state.
It took a minute, but eventually Buggy clenched his eyes together and blinked to unblur his vision.
“Eurgh… what… the actual fuck…”
“I was right; it is more sensitive to touch it directly.”
Mihawk reluctantly pulled his fingers out of Buggy’s guts and watched the hole close up, skin connecting together like nothing had even happened, not even a scar left behind to commemorate the moment.
“Pity, I didn’t even get to study your ribcage,” he sighed, head turning with the absolute faintest hint of a pout. Buggy grit his teeth in a grimace, breathing heavily as he pushed himself up on his palms behind him.
His head was still a little foggy, and he was mostly just trying to get a grasp of how weird this… handjob? Fucking whatever he just got was.
Wiping his hand down his face, he turned to glance at Mihawk. Except when he opened his eyes properly, the man was literally right in front of him, eyes wide and staring into his soul.
“Can I eat your liver, Buggy?”
The clown shook his head and nearly gave himself whiplash in surprise. The swordsman’s face was still glistening. With what? Buggy had no idea and he was frankly too grossed out already to ask.
“Humans can remove more than half of their liver safely. It will grow back.”
He blinked in disgust for a second, grimacing at the way Mihawk was eagerly staring at him. His expression was the same as always, of course, but Buggy could feel the dangerous curiosity practically oozing from him.
With a sigh, he pushed the swordsman by the shoulder, covering his mouth and trying not to think about it. Honestly, he wanted to gag.
“No.”
It took a few weeks for Mihawk to stop asking if he could eat Buggy’s liver.