A Vincenz/Edward smutshot written as half of a commision for my dear friend (and the owner of Vincenz) Nettle.

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It’s dark out, almost silent, and Edward knows he’ll find him here. Knows he’ll run into his client, his obsession, his favorite killer. He wants to watch her work, wants to watch as the man is cut apart. Watch as the blade slips through skin, parting flesh and leaving a trail of red in its wake. Ed slips into the dark building, shutting the door softly behind him.

He fumbles through the building, following the metallic scent of blood more than anything else, until he comes to a doorway leading into a well lit room. Full of candles, and with an extensive set of surgical instruments. 

The man is laid out, already dead when he gets there, but not yet opened up yet. Edward gets a front row seat to Vince’s blade gliding through skin, slicing open the torso. Continuing up the clavicle, and down the midline of each arm, until the body on the table can be peeled open into two sheafs of skin. The internal anatomy on full display beneath each flap. Musculature and bones and tendons, all laid bare and in glorious colorful beauty. The ribcage is pried open next, cut through on each side of the sternum, and cracked back, giving perfect access to the entire organ block inside.  Vincenz tuts, gently poking at the heart, displeased by what she finds. A lung is removed, carefully set aside and dissected, each lobe opening up under Vince’s deft fingers. Under her precise scalpel motions. It’s utterly enthralling. Even more so when the diaphragm comes next, expertly separated from everything else, and laid out flat on a second table. He wonders if she plans to reconstruct the respiratory system in some sort of display. That would be a beauty to see, Ed thinks. 

He’s drawn back to the present as the vasculature connected to the lungs are removed as well, carefully fished out between muscle and nerves, the heart coming out last. One smaller vein tears, and Vincenz curses, getting sprayed with a small flood of blood. The whole mess is slopped into a bucket, and her hands are wiped off on her apron. The scalpel is picked back up, and this time she turns to the body’s head, opening the face up as well, and peeling layers of muscle back. It’s gorgeous. She’s gorgeous. 

So gorgeous, in fact, that Edward doesn’t notice the moment Vincenz becomes aware of him. Doesn’t notice how she stiffens, too focused on the knife, on the body. On all that blood. She walks out of the room, and he presumes it’s to gather a new material, a new tool. Something to continue her studies. Instead, Edward finds himself suddenly yanked sideways, into the dark, a thick cloth pressed to his face. He panics for a moment, too similar to how he got attacked, but sharp pain doesn’t come. No, instead he inhales, and everything shifts.  It goes cloudy, hazy, and then dark. 

When he wakes, Ed’s on the table, blood now dried. His arms and legs are bound, wrist to wrist, stretched above him, and each ankle to a bottom corner of the table. He pulls, struggles, and grunts, unsure what’s happened. It’s not until Vincenz walks over, blade brandished as he looms over Ed’s tied form.  

“I know you….” She sounds unsure, as if unable to quite place where they’ve met. Ed’s head is turned side to side between dexterous fingers, until Vince snaps, nodding. “The body snatcher! Edward Gore, was it? Oh you little creep! What am I to do with you….” The knife gets closer to him, waving dangerously close to his face for a moment. 

Ed doesn’t know how to respond, too giddy that she remembered him. Settling for a quiet “always treated… me like… a person…” 

Vince’s eyes widen at that, but she keeps going. “Well, despite that, I do think I’ll have to kill you now…. I’ll take care of your body the same way I would any other man.” It’s Edward’s turn to look stunned. Eyes bugging out in some mix of horror, shock and dismay.

“What, did you think that I would let you just… watch the show? That I’d let you go? Gore, honey, what were you thinking?” The knife trails over his chest, and Ed feels his heart speed up, feels his breath hitch. Can’t stop thinking about that blade nicking him, drawing his own blood, painting pretty designs across him with its sharp edge. Because it is sharp, mouthwateringly so. A little whimpered moan slides out of his throat, scratchy though it is, and Edward feels himself turn a brilliant red. 

“What was that? Edward, what?” Vincenz seems caught off-guard. Not expecting any sort of arousal from him. Honestly, who would. 

“Please……” He rasps out. “It would be an honor to feel your knife….” he replies, straining against his bonds, trying to arch toward her. Clit twitching in his pants. 

“You like this?” Vince’s eyes are blown wide and dark, tracing over Ed with a wanting gaze. “You want me to peel you apart, huh? Like the corpses I work with?” Edward nods, frantic, desperate. Thighs trying to push open as far as he can, trying to let her in. He’s already slick and ready for him. Needing him. Needing Vince in any way he can get him. 

“....Please….” He rasps.

Vincenz looks him over, gaze shrewd, and slowly sets him back, sets him down. “I suppose that might be a tad far for our first time, mh? You’ll make a decent spot to strap my toy, though.” She walks to the drawer all her fun things live, and unearths what she wants, fitting the leather around Ed’s legs, already shaking in excitement as they are.

The toy seats deep in him, held unrelentingly in place by the strap, and oh the strap! Ed can’t stop staring at it. A lovely thing, sticking straight up from him, a little longer than the average prick, but not ambitious by any means. He wants to stroke it, wants to play with it in his hands, but all he can do is wriggle on the table, bucking upwards into nothingness. 

“Awwww I think you like it, don’t you. Like having something to fuck me with, don’t you?” Ed nods, even though the words are a bit patronizing. He does like having something there to be able to fuck Vince with, even if he’s still tied and can’t hold her the way he really wants. As he’s getting used to the feeling of being filled, the way the metal stretches him, pushes against his walls unyielding, Vincenz clips something around his neck. The clink of buckles and the slight hiss of leather, being turned around his neck clue him in to the nature of the object. When Vince clips a short leash to the front of it, it's only more apparent that he’s been collared. That only makes him whine, looking up at Vince with wide eyes, hips bucking just the slightest. 

He pulls Ed up to meet his face,  hovering just past where Ed can reach on his own. “Perfect. You look nice like this, Gore.” She pulls him the rest of the way in, kissing him. Lips held together by the leash. Edward moans into the kiss, giddy. When Vince lets go, he has to suck in breath, trying to get his bearings, wriggling in the bonds. 

“Want to make you feel good, can I? Vince please, I want to fuck you.” He knows he’s begging and he can’t seem to stop. Can’t seem to bring himself to care, either.  It’s clear he won’t be able to do much, bound as he is, and while Ed would love to be able to rail her the way she deserves, he knows Vince likely won’t be untying him any time soon. Not with his breaking and entering and all. Even with the collar it’s likely more slack than he’ll want to allow.  “Please, Sir, want to make you feel nice! I’ll be good for you, promise. Be a good toy!” The words are plaintive, and more and a little desperate, thighs trembling. When Vince swings a leg over to straddle him, Ed doesn’t bother trying to keep in the whimper, the pleading, wanting whine. 

“Oh Gore, you’re going to do just fine. Keep that in, and I’ll do most of the work. Sneaky little creeps like you don’t quite deserve to be in charge of the pace, do they?” He’ll still feel good though, speared as he is. Ed shivers, giddy at the thought that soon the same toy will be in both of them. He wishes, not for the first time, that he had an actual prick to fuck him with. To make her feel good. Ed hopes it’s enough. 

She lines up and sinks down, humming happily as Ed shifts under her, at the way the prick moves minutely inside with each trembling twitch of Ed’s hips. “Being so good and staying still until I tell you otherwise, mmh?” Vince pats his cheek, and winds the leash around her hand. “Seems you can follow some rules, at least.” She begins bouncing, getting a nice rhythm going, drinking in each keen and whine that slips from Ed. Leaning forward to catch the small moans falling from his lips. He does make a decent dildo, if she’s being honest. A yank of the leash brings Ed’s head up, baring his throat and putting their faces closer together. Vince wastes no time in latching onto that pale skin, sucking bruises into flesh just above both leather and scar tissue. Nipping lightly at the sensitive meat, letting sharp teeth graze above Ed’s carotid. They can both tell how easy it would be for her to rip it out and let him bleed. 

Edward whines again, pressing his neck impossibly closer. Pressing into the teeth, the bite, the pain. Adoring the way Vincenz’ fangs feel against his skin. “Please?” He begs, barely audible, but desperate, oh so desperate for a permanent reminder that they were together. Vince huffs a half laugh, licking up his neck, biting harder, just barely enough to bleed. Not deep enough by far for Edward’s wants, but leagues better than nothing but a few bruises and hickeys. She rocks on his waist, fucking herself over him. If Ed focuses harder enough, he can feel the toy move inside him with each motion. Fucking the pair of them together. It’s still not enough, nothing short of being able to be inside Vince himself, would be enough, but there’s nothing Edward can do about that. Instead he looses himself in his motions, in Vincenz’ hands on him. In each tug of the collar. Each nip and lick on his neck. Each new rock and thrust and roll, bringing them both closer to the edge. It’s pure ecstasy, he never wants it to end.

Vince, above him, reaches over with her free hand, picking back up the blade, running it oh so tenderly over his skin. Across the swell of one breast, flat and cold. The point nicks over his sternum, leaving a slight bead of crimson, making Edward moan high and needy, chest heaving up against the knife. He wants more, he wants to see Vincenz cut him open, to watch her take out each organ, catalogue it, choose which of them, if any, she wants to keep. Witness her marvelous processes. It would be a beautiful way to die, in service to her. The blade pulls away, just before he can do any damage, and Vince taps the flat of it against his cheek.

“Hey, creep. You don’t get to make those choices here. I’m in control, yeah?” She sounds almost teasing, as she speaks to him. Ed just nods, eyes wide and blown dark. Listening yes, but oh so caught in the desire to- 

He turns his face and licks the blade, tasting his own blood, his own sweat, eyes meeting Vince’s as his tongue laves over her scalpel the way it would her prick. “Y’r in control… M’here to be a good toy and help you feel good.” And it’s all he wants. Vincenz looks at him like he’s insane, before leaning in and kissing him. Their tongues meeting in a collision of saliva and blood and need. Ed moans again, and it’s swallowed by her mouth. She answers it, Ed swallowing the sound, hips bucking up as much as he can manage in his binds. Vince pulls back, smiling, and her hips speed up, cock bobbing as she moves. Edward dearly wants to hold it. To fondle and adore it. To worship it as Vince deserves. The sound that rips out of him has Vince giggling, strained as she is for breath through her arousal.  They keep on like that, rolling and writhing and moving, flesh against flesh, meat against meat, with the faintest touch of metal every so often. 

“M’close creep…”

Ed only manages to whine, baring his throat more, head lolling, before he catches hold of his brain. Barely eeking out a small “please….”

“Going to paint you white… Going to mark you all up, make it- hn- obvious you’re mine.” A tug on his collar accompanies that, emphasizing who he belongs too. Ed pants, nodding, drool collecting and spilling out his mouth. Leaving a lewd line down his chin as his eyes roll, close himself to release. 

True to her word, it only takes a few more moments for Vince to cum, shooting over his chest, a white trail over a breast and up onto his face with a cry. Ed whimpers, tongue poking out to taste. She keeps moving, a few gentler bounces, leaning forward to kiss Ed on his cumstained lips, grinding against his clit as she does. As his lips are captured, Edward falls over the edge, cumming himself on her toy, legs trembling under Vince, moan being swallowed by her tongue, exploring the inside of his mouth. 

“Good creep. So pretty when you fall apart.” Vince leans back, surveying her work, and giving a tug on the leash. “I wonder if you would be as pretty when I take you apart with my knife.” 

Edward whines, wanting, but oh so unable to keep going. She giggles, and gives another tug before getting off him, unstrapping the toy and pulling it out of him. “You just relax, creep. I’ll let you sleep here tonight, and in the morning you’ll go back to whatever mausoleum you crawled out of, yeah?” 

He nods, too boneless to do anything when Vince unties his limbs, just watching her move. Watching her clean up. A blanket is tossed over him, and Ed is slowly bundled off the slab, toward a bedroom. He’s pushed onto a bed, Vince crawling in behind him. 

“Not a word, okay? You’re just here as a pillow.” She says, a touch more defensive than necessary, considering what all they just did. Ed nods again, already half out of it, close to the shores of sleep. “Good…”

They end up drifting off before long, Vince wrapped around her little creep, holding tight to the slight body next to her. It’s the best sleep either has had in months, if not longer.