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hakugin0 · 1 month ago

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Cut me up (as long as I can watch)

Fandom: Obey Me

Content: Established Relationship, Live Dissection (full of medical inaccuracies), Mentioned sexual content (if only dumb woman wasn't dumb),

Word count: 5260

Rating: Explicit (could probably be teen but I'd rather err on the side of caution)

Notes: Character study in the form of a live dissection, except both are way too into it. Named MC (and with a personality), established relationship and all that. Full of medical inaccuracies, but doesn't go too deep into detail.

*Read at your own risk, this was written for me and like 3 other freak friends who understand my brand of insanity, not beta read or anything. Again, contains live dissection (characters are consenting adults before anyone jumps me). MINORS DO NOT OPEN.

The demon can almost hear the sound of a record scratch while his disembodied voice asks a nonexistent audience if they're wondering how he got in the situation at hand, off handedly he wonders if his older brother or his partner had been rubbing off on him a bit too much if their memes permeated his vocabulary so. Nonetheless Satan must admit the situation he finds himself in is anything but normal, even by demon standards. Strapped to a makeshift operation table in a corner of his room that had been cleaned and disinfected, a spotlight blinding him from above and the human he proudly calls his partner doing her final check on an array of surgical tools and spells.

But back to that disembodied voice… How did he get there? The answer was surprisingly mundane.

About a fortnight ago, actually it might have been more, he and his partner had found their way into his room after another perfect date, not that he’d tut his own horn about how perfect his date plans always were, a couple passionate kisses and heated touches and they somehow ended up on his bed. Now under normal circumstances his partner was glad to let him take the lead except this one evening she'd shown an eagerness he was unfamiliar with. Unfamiliar, but not unwelcome, he mused at the time. He relished in the softer touches she'd lavished him with, slow and meticulous yet undeniably loving, it was one of the things he'd come to love most about her.

Her affections were often more subtle, owing to her lack of experience and shyness. It's not like there was anyone before you, she admitted on their first night together with a chuckle. So even as desire burned within him Satan was content to let her take things at her own pace. Except… this was getting a bit too much even with his impressive self control. Her caresses were a bit too meticulous, almost as if she was searching for something. He recalled she'd shown an avid interest in demon anatomy and the situation at hand seemed like the perfect moment to tease her about it.

“Kuon…” He began, toying with a loose strand of silver hair. “...there are better ways to study demon anatomy you know, my love, flattering as this is.” Satan added with an airy chuckle, still fiddling with the same lock of hair.

He did not miss the way her posture instantly straightened, or the way in which she was currently facing away from him, or that gulp.

Silence. A moment. And then another. And then another.

“My love?” Satan’s smile grew as the silence continued, morphing into that closed eye smile that was just the right amount of threatening. He didn't miss the way her body started retracting, putting more distance between them.

“Kuooon~” He called out her name in a melodious voice, leaning in towards her. Kuon still refused to look him in the eye.

Before long he was leaning over her as her arms struggled to support her body in this precarious position. Any hopes of running away were swiftly dashed when she felt a familiar appendage coil around her torso, at least he was still nice enough to ensure she didn't have a tumble down the side of the bed.

“Well beloved, anything you want to confess to?” His voice took on that particular edge, though one look into his eyes would betray that he found the situation hilarious if anything.

“...” More silence, but at least she wasn't avoiding his gaze that much anymore. “... sorry…”

“What was that oh my dearly beloved?” The angry facade was fully broken while theatrics were dialed up to the max. “Whatever could you mean? Are you perchance apologising for treating me as a mere study material as I patiently await to drown in pleasure with you on thi-” His grand speech was unfortunately interrupted as Kuon covered his mouth with both hands.

“Okay, okay you've made your point.” The woman sighed, her shoulders dropping. She was still looking to the side, avoiding Satan’s gaze but something about the blush on her face caught his eye. Was she… getting redder? “They…” She began voice becoming a mumble soon, hand covering her face, but Satan could feel it.

A spark.

Wrath.

“They restricted my access to demonic anatomy books, okay!” Ah, so that's what it was. “That's just cruel you know!” She stood up in an instant and began pacing back and forth next to the bed. “So fucking cruel they should be thanking me! Here I am showing a genuine interest and they just…. Just…” Her speech was becoming quicker, she was rambling, not a very common sight Satan noted mentally.

“... Stomp on it!” She punctuates her annoyance with a loud stomp of her own foot on a patch of the floor bereft of tomes. “Can you fucking believe it? And the teachers always refuse to answer my questions to boot? What the actual fuck?” The look she shoots Satan is positively murderous, the emotion not aimed at him but it does make a pleasant chill course through his spine. “And don’t even get me started on how they look at me ‘oh poor little brainless wants to learn’ every single time I request learning materials or ask questions.” Her mimicry sounds rather familiar, but Satan can’t quite place it as the tirade continues. “We’ll see who dares even entertain such thoughts when I PULL OUT THEIR STILL BEATING HEARTS AND… And… and-”

The next moment Kuon unceremoniously flops on the bed next to him, face buried in the closest pillow she could get her hands on and… Yep…if Satan wasn’t expecting it he’d mistake the sound for a banshee, though more guttural before her scream of exasperation turns into a low continued groan. Satan, perfect gentleman that he is, just soothingly rubs her back until she’s calmed down. “Better?” Kuon raises, slowly, hand massaging her neck. “A bit.” Sometimes the best way to deal with such emotions was just screaming after all, something Satan was all too familiar with. “So…” The demon paused, he’d be lying if he said his interest wasn’t piqued by the possibility. “...how would you do it?”

One moment she’s sulking, and probably regretting the outburst given the slight hoarseness in her voice and how she’s still checking her throat, and the next her face is the brightest he’s ever seen, the realisation does sting a bit. Eyes glowing with almost childlike wonder and smile widening by the second, oh if only he could take a photo… well that would probably be a small price to pay. In one swift motion Kuon’s in his face and it’s Satan’s turn to lean back with a start. “You’d let me? Really? Really really?” Her voice has for sure climbed an octave and the blush dusting her cheeks is a much more pleasant rosier tone than the furious red from mere moments earlier. “If you make a good enough case for it I’ll give it due consideration.” Truthfully, he’d decided she’d let her do it as soon as the cat was out of the bag, but no reason to tease her over it, a bit of revenge for his ruined earlier plans. “Don’t you humans have a saying, something about curiosity killing the cat…” Satan sighs, he knows there’s no point trying to deter her from it now that the offer was on the table.

“... but satisfaction brought it back.” Kuon adds with a satisfied grin. There’s the sharp wit he fell in love with, Satan mused to himself while reaching a hand over to ruffle her hair. As expected she leaned into his touch, much like a cat relishing the attention. “You’ll have to let me think if you want a proper answer.” “Yeah, yeah, just wake me up with a worthy proposal, lest you wish to find out what the Avatar of Wrath is like when he’s cross with you, my love.” Satan adds, biting at her shoulder as he makes himself comfortable under the covers, he can already picture the scene he’ll wake up, Kuon bleary eyed mumbling to herself about how she’d make this work, several plans already considered each with their pros and cons distinctly laid out and probably some complaints that he weighs too much and she couldn’t move to peruse his tomes for more ideas overnight, a small payback. He’ll tell her the actual logistics are much simpler than she thinks later, he is one of the strongest demons in the Devildom afterall, simply being cut open would not harm him long term.

Yet despite all his assurances Kuon insisted on thorough planning for the ‘event’ which is why he only finds himself in the situation at hand several weeks later. And even strapped to the table he’s made to wait, a shiver passing down his spine, he’s never realised how deathly cold his own room could be, or maybe he did, maybe it was even slightly on purpose, the lower temperature human bodies were more sensitive to making a certain someone more likely to stick closer to him, truly he reaps what he sows. “Ahem.” Satan clears his throat, dragging her attention away from the human anatomy manual she was poring over. “Just doing some last checks, I need to make sure everything’s in order should anything go awry.” Her voice held a certain chill he wasn’t familiar with, detached, it reminded him of the few professors at RAD he considered worthy of respect. Having seen her preparations he was sure nothing could go wrong, he was fairly sure she had plans going at least A through M, maybe as far as S. They had also chosen a night they were sure to not be bothered on, even by demon standards this would be rather difficult to explain, Demon King only knows how annoying Lucifer’s sermons would be if any word of this got out. He can feel his hackles rising just thinking about Lucifer, thankfully that’s interrupted by the sound of that same book closing and finding a comfortable place on one of the tables. “Sorry, it’s just…” Kuon sighs pinching the bridge of her nose, he only began properly understanding her exasperation this past few weeks while trying to prepare for the dissection. Not only the school library but even the royal library outright denied loaning her books on the topic of demon anatomy, they even denied him on account of their relationship. Satan did consider threatening them, but with how direct the librarians were he can make a pretty educated guess as to who gave that order. Still he understood how frustrating it could be, he also understood why she’d be banned from acquiring that kind of knowledge, after all Kuon was dangerous enough to their kind even without the pacts. “I know.” Satan spoke up, giving her a reassuring smile. She gave him a nod, he could see some of the tension leave her shoulders as her jaw unclenched slightly. “Sorry, it was my idea and I’m the one dragging my feet around, I can’t imagine that table is comfortable to be laying on.” She begins pushing one of the smaller tables closer, wheels letting out a soft screech. Satan peeks, he can just vaguely make out the outline of the surgical tools on it. “Alright Satan, before we start I’ll run through all the precautions one more time.” She begins, voice even, almost too even for what was about to happen. “A mix of local anaesthesia and sealing spells should ensure that you are unable to feel anything from the neck down, I have however not restrained the movement in your left hand, Should something go wrong-” “Kuon, I saw everything you’ve done for this, I know nothing will go wrong.” Satan interrupts her, trying to reassure her further. He wants to make it clear he puts his whole trust in her, the smile he regards her with is full of love and affection. But the expression that meets his verdant gaze is… odd… complex… not pained, maybe concerned? No matter how much he racks his brain he can’t put a word to it. “The moment something, anything, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, goes wrong I am stopping this. And if, at any point, you feel like something is off, even if it’s a hunch I want you to stop it.” That was one of the things she established as early as the morning right after he’d agreed to it and what she’d been most firm on, he had the power to stop this at any moment.

“I won’t pursue my goals or hunger for knowledge at the cost of an innocent being…”

‘...unlike my family.’

He hears the quiet part loud and clear.

Satan nods. “I apologise for interrupting you, my dear. Would you be so kind as to continue? Please.” He sees the ghost of a smile play at the corner of her lips, he’ll reassure her later. That he trusts her with his life. That he knows she won’t create more of her. That he would love her even if she did, no matter how many sins she’d pile. Endlessly, hopelessly. But the moment at hand is different he can tell, she’s not looking for loving words of assurance, but cold understanding.. clinical yes-es or no-s.

She clears her throat and starts again. “Should something go wrong I have ‘sealed’ the current state of your body in this talisman.” She held up a piece of paper with precise rusty red brush strokes. That’s the Grand Exorcist Ikaruga for you, Satan muses to himself choosing to praise her in his mind rather than interrupt her again. “Now, I’ll tape a normal piece of paper by the side of your hand, I’ll need you to close your hand when I tell you to…. Now, yes, just like that.” The feeling is alien, he knows the order formed in his brain, but the lack of feedback is somewhat off-putting. He cannot feel the piece of the paper he’s apparently holding. “I’ll ask you to rip it away on 3.” “1…”

“2….”

“3!” He hears the sound of paper being torn rather than feel the movement. “Yes, just like that. The actual talisman’s integrity is rather similar so a modicum amount of force should do it. Upon being ripped it should restore your body to the state ‘sealed’ within it.” Something so fragile, capable of something so grand, she tried explaining the spell once but it was a rather particular sealing ritual. She made it sound so easy, but he knew it was a feat of her experience, demons usually did not engage with exorcist materials for obvious reasons. “I believe that’s all for precautions in which case I shall get to work.” Her gloved hand picks up a pristine scalpel, Satan watches her expression shift once more, sees her lips move but no sound coming out before leaning over his body. He hears rather than feels the first cut. It sounds wet. He’s dismembered his fair share of demons with varying levels of violence, tortured a couple too and even watched some human medical dramas, but still he never imagined what the sound would be like up close. Kuon pauses for a moment, the look in her eyes… curiosity? Interest? He still can’t quite place it, but Satan has decided that he will decipher this expression of hers before he’s stitched back together.

The scalpel goes in smoothly, incision clean before she has to peel back the layers of skin to reach muscle. So far the view in front of her is well within her expectations, she lets out a low hum before gesturing with her free hand and suddenly the sound of scribbling can be heard. A demon’s insides, while in their ‘human’ form, were surprisingly humanlike… the colours were a bit off but aside from that nothing that surprising yet. Now, what would be the best course of action to reach deeper, according to her sources surgeons would normally try to pull back the muscles, but that was for the sake of quicker healing post-surgery and least internal damage. This was different, any damage would be almost perfectly wiped as soon as she was done… She could also test how differently cutting into demon musculature felt compared to a human’s, the scalpel had been enchanted but she could still tell she had had to put in more power than when cutting through human skin. “First time performance anxiety?” Satan chimes in jokingly when he sees her stop and consider, he guesses it has to be hard to just cut someone open like that and keep a cool he-

“You’re not the first one.” Her words cut off his inner monologue, gaze never meeting his to see the surprise turn into momentary hurt. “Not my first dissection overall, but the first demon one.” Her voice is even, too even. Then it strikes Satan, she didn’t correct herself because she realised she hurt his emotions.

She was just stating the facts.

A thought begins forming in Satan’s brain when he examines her cold gaze.

“I’ll put you back together once I’m done.” Kuon adds before turning to retrieve another tool, the sound of scribbling continues. “I’ll also request that you don’t speak unless asked to, if possible.” Anatomical models don’t talk, something in Satan’s mind chimes as he lets go of a breath he didn’t realise he was holding. He turns his gaze towards her only when he hears the sound of the second incision, her expression remains unchanged, but he can tell by the way she grips the surgical implement it requires more strength than the first one. The scalpel finds its way back on the small tray holding the other tools and a pair of forceps take its place, he can’t quite tell what she’s using them for, but it sounds wet, he wagers his chest cavity is fully exposed to her now. There is something oddly embarrassing about the realisation that makes him a bit flustered.

Mind you Satan was never the shy type, he’s confident in his looks and how to weaponize them but he’s never been exposed before someone like this before. It’s somehow oddly refreshing, even intimate in the strangest of ways, he really has bared everything to his most beloved. Was it strange that he found this intimate? Absolutely, even by demon standards Satan knows how fucked up the situation is but he can only focus on the intimacy of it, he knows with certainty he would let no one else touch him like this in his nigh unending lifetime so romantic sap that he is he can’t help but revel in the moment. And then he hears it.

Thump.

Thump-Thump…

In the quiet room he hears it almost too clearly, not the beating of his heart exposed to the cool air, but hers. His head whips towards her instantly and the view makes him forget to breathe.

To the untrained eye her visage was the same, emotionless gaze taking in the details in front of her, but Satan knew. The softly laboured breaths escaping through parted lips, pupils dilated, golden amber overtaken by onyx and the soft flush that traveled down her neck chest. And then that sound, the more he focused on it the more aware he became of her quickened heartbeat.

He’s seen this exact look before, but now he understood what it was. Of course it was hard to pinpoint it, after all the facet he was more familiar with was so different. He can finally picture it with clarity, lavish banquets, food in obscene quantities, devoured in a moment as the supreme glutton demands more, ever hungering, never satisfied. And now it stares him down, wishing to devour every last morsel.

Gluttony.

Except she hungers not for exquisite meals but knowledge. She devours every mote of information that his body would yield and desires more. Her movements are exquisite and measured, yet despite that she’s discarded the tools in favour of a more personal approach. He can see the slight tensing in her jaw, holding back. Holding back what?

‘I won’t pursue my goals or hunger for knowledge at the cost of an innocent being…’

Her earlier words resound loud and clear in his brain, she had been so clear and it still took him so long to connect the dots. Suddenly he wishes the anaesthetic hadn’t robbed him of sensations, how lovely it would be to actually feel every movement of her hands, he could commit to mind every spot her fingers had brushed over, but he knows she wouldn’t have allowed it.

What if he offered to transform in his demon form? That version must be sturdier and he hopes less affected by the anaesthetic, that would put her mind at ease more right? It would let her not hold back, tear into him properly until there was nothing more that she could learn from his body and then what… What if he found her another demon to freely cut open as he watched… No, no, no, he’d let no other demon have this privilege, he was the first and would ensure he’d be the last no matter how many times he’d have to let her cut him open if only to see that expression again. Except it wasn’t enough, now that he’s had a taste of it it would never be enough, he wanted to see more. More of her honest wish to cut and tear and learn and devour and- “Satan, should I stop?”

‘no, no, nononononONONO!’ his brain screams as her voice interrupts his inner monologue. Her gaze is still trained on his open chest cavity, but her movements have stopped altogether. “Why would you?” The question comes out a bit more breathless than he’d intended.

“An increased heartbeat can be a sign of excitement, anger or fear and it’s rather hard to disregard with the organ right in front of my eyes.” Her voice is just as cold and matter of factly, but Satan can tell she’s asking from a place of concern. Oh his poor heart, that is conveniently or inconveniently currently the object of her focus, be still, truly how does she always manage to be more endearing when he thinks she can’t.

“I’m not afraid, so continue, please.” He tries his best not to sound too desperate, but he knows it came out more of a plea than it should.

Kuon nods, maintaining her composure. Satan had ruled fear out himself and anger was out of the question, despite his status as the Avatar of Wrath, so the explanation behind the physiological response was but one. A pleased smile plays at the corner of her lips. “Very well then, may I ask you to change into your demon form?” Satan nods and for a moment he considers changing into his full demon form, not the ‘human’ one most demons had grown accustomed to using, but he figures that might be something they could explore in the future. “Thank you.” She adds stepping back for a second as the telltale green static of his magic gets to work.

Once more the feeling is strange, alien, he cannot quite feel it happens but he knows it has, he still has some feeling in his tail which is… frankly off putting. The sound of scribbling intensifies, he’ll have to have a look at those notes later… maybe they should discuss them over dinner sometimes.

“Tell me when you feel something, okay?” He can see her hand move, he guesses she’s trying to check if he’s regained feeling anywhere he should.

Her hand traces the initial incision, nothing. Then it slowly descends into the open cavity, still nothing. The internal changes were minor, again internally everything was alien in colour rather than composition. She wonders if demons had always been internally similar to humans or one evolved following the other… hmm but that’s disregarding the denizens of the Celestial Realm… Of course there’s no reaction when her hand glides over the ribs, even with a simple touch she can tell they’re much sturdier than a human’s… oh how she wished she wasn’t wearing gloves… and then she reaches under. Anatomically that was probably the most different part, a demon’s heart. She can feel his heart beat beneath her fingers, still no reaction. She squeezes softly, no reaction. It’s almost intoxicating, she’s fairly sure no one’s hand was ever this close to what is arguably a demon’s most vulnerable spot and she’ll make sure no one will be. She knows one couldn’t kill a demon by just destroying their physical form, that bit of information was the first step to the current situation they’re in, but destroying their heart would still decommission them for a long period of time.

And there it was, Satan’s heart, beating right beneath her fingers, emitting the softest green glow as it thrums with magic. For a moment she wonders how it tastes.

Satan doesn’t miss the subtle way in which she almost licked her lips before choosing to bite them. He feels a cool touch to his neck. “Now.” How annoying, the cocktail of magic and anaesthetic was still just as potent. She nods. “Well then I believe we can stop here for today.” Satan deflates for a moment but those last two words hold a promise.

“You can tear the talisman then and your body should return to its original state.” Kuon explains, turning to take stock of her tools and notes. “Wait, could you… maybe stitch me back, instead… You know it could be good practice!” That was a shit excuse and he knows it. Her expression is the textbook definition of surprise. “Sure… I’ll still have to apply some healing magic, but yeah I can do that.” Despite her surprise he sees her hand reach for a small box, a suturing kit, so she did consider this being a possibility.

Her answers are already more cordial, that detached coolness gone. She gets to work fast, a bit too fast for Satan’s taste as that intensity that sent shivers down his spine is gone. “I’d recommend staying in your demon form so the healing is accelerated.” Silence, she knows he’s teasing her. “Satan, you can start speaking now. I don't need silence anymore.”

“Alright, Kitten!” She can hear that grin without having to look at him and can only sigh. Thankfully he lets her work in peace, the demon knows far too well how guilty she’d feel if he suffered any kind of aches because of her mishandling at the end. That doesn’t mean he’s not considering how to play up his reactions in the next couple of days to be pampered and lavished with attention.

“Have you thought of what kind of reward you want for this?”

“Hmm, not really, my mind was preoccupied with more interesting things, but I’ll think it over.” The only answer Satan receives is a Kuon prepared to suture the incision. “Have you done this before?” “On myself, yes.” She doesn’t seem inclined to elaborate so he leaves it for now. He’s already privy to much more of her life than his brothers so he knows he’ll find out when she eventually decides to open up about it. Satan’s a patient demon after all. With one final cut the wound is closed and Kuon steps back to admire her work. “I’ll release the spell, but the anaesthetic will fade on its own.” With a snap of her fingers Satan begins regaining control of his body, he lifts up his arm bringing his hand into view and flexes it a couple of times. The movement is stiff, akin to when one just wakes up.

Then he tries sitting up on the table, he needs both hands to support himself initially. It’s almost embarrassing how laborious every action feels. Fingers begin softly tracing the suture, it’s clean and it will most likely disappear in a couple of days… maybe even less, but for now Satan feels a certain pride well up as he traces it. “If anyone sees that and starts asking questions I’m throwing you under the bus.” Kuon quips while packing away the surgical kit.

Satan lets out an airy laugh, demons heal fast, too fast. He wishes this one would stay forever.

He knows she wouldn’t let that happen.

“I might need a bit of help standing up.” Instantly she’s by his side supporting him. “Oh this might be harder than I thought, my body just refuses to obey me you see, my beloved. My arms and legs are stiff as a board, truly I despise being such a burden but I must beseech you to assist me getting to our bed. Oh what a useless lover I am-” His discourse is interrupted when he realizes one of her arms is supporting his back and the other his legs. Right, she’s Beel’s gym buddy. “Anything else I could help you with, oh love of my life, apple of my eye?” The question matches his theatrics… if only the delivery hadn't been so deadpan. “Too much?”

“Too much.” Still she did carry him to bed while holding him as close as possible, the slight shivering not fully subsiding yet. He’s more than happy to finally have a blanket to crawl under. “Did you get the answer you were looking for, love?” He would’ve expected her to join him, but she’s sitting at the edge of the bed clearly contemplating something. “I got some answers, but just as many new questions. I’m content for now, thanks for going along with my selfish wishes.” She’s smiling, but it’s somewhat forced. The answers to the new questions she has will not present themselves to her so the whole thing leaves a bittersweet taste in her mouth. He decides to not pry further for now, as simple as she made it seem he knows the amount of prep that went into this and can imagine the exhaustion has to be catching up to her. She’s relieved by how… warm… Satan is when she crawls next to him.

“So about my reward?” She lets out a soft hum while nuzzling in his neck. “I want access to the Exorcist Institute’s Archive. I also want to be allowed to attend some of the current Head Exorcist’s lectures.” She chuckles. “You’ll need to take an introductory course.” “Good thing I know just the perfect tutor then!” Such a simple request for someone like her. “Ask for something else, Satan? Hmm, maybe I should let you open me up next, how would you like that?” Her tone is much too flippant for what she’s offering. “Tempting proposal… very tempting.” He considers it for a moment, really does, but he won’t take her up on that offer. As safe as he knows it would be he’s still afraid, when all is said and done she’s still human.

A far too brave human, capable of feats that almost eclipse their sorcerer friend at times. A human denied her own humanity, teetering on the edge of human and something else, something people considered ‘grander’. But at the end of the day painfully, almost infuriatingly, ephemerally human, his human.

“Let me go over your notes then.” “I would’ve shown you anyway.”

Satan doesn’t know when he fell asleep, but he knows the next day the scar is gone.

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