Akutagawa can hardly be considered a normal human. He's never felt human, instead preferring to think of himself as the Port Mafia's rabid dog. It's how everyone who met him looked at him, too. Emotionless except for rage. Out of control. The desire to kill, to be useful, courses through his veins like blood. He's familiar with that; he's much less familiar with his masochistic side -- or at least, he wants to think that's the case. Truthfully, he's always been a masochist, from the time he was young and at Dazai's feet to his current fighting with Atsushi.

The sharp teeth drag across sensitive skin and Akutagawa moans, once again raising a hand to his mouth. This time, instead of covering it, he bites down on his fingers to stifle the sound. The warm mouth contrasts with the cold, sending a shiver down Akutagawa's spine. Involuntarily, his hips thrust forward slightly, pushing himself deeper.