[ It sharpens into a prideful grin, sharp and ready. Some fucking PUNK challenging him on HIS turf, in front of HIS men. All the gods and all the spectators watching. Who gives a shit who this bastard is. No one will after Sett's done with them. ]
[ And that anger bleeds into that now familiar rage. Brocade doesn't twitch as the skin of his face parts, a moment of white cheekbone showing before blood begins to pour down his cheek and neck.
Between their palms, hot blood begins to overflow between their twinned fingers, sticky, fresh and fast. ]
[He's still surfacing from the memory- for all the talk of being monsters, he was not prepared to watch all that blood, or the way this- this man, that looked like his fiance, that had his face - the way he mashed that guy's head into a crunchy mess on the ground. The blinding, numbing rage of it. Not even any hesitation.]
Oh fuck. [His hands are trembling when he clasps his hand against that bleeding palm, the other one coming up to cup his cheekbone, as if he could stem the bleeding. Warm blood runs sticky down his wrists.] Cade? Cade, it's not real. [But he's bleeding in the exact same places.] Cade!
[ Under his fingers, the blood comes in slower and slower spurts... He can feel scar tissue crawling together in the wound and the flap just falling off where in some point in the past, Sett had gotten annoyed with the healing and just cut it off.
It's not that the man who opens his eyes isn't Cade. It is. He just is riding giddy on that adrenaline and blood lust. Being The Boss.
[Yingxing just sort of stares at him. His pupils are dilating something fierce, as the terror recedes into a constant thing, instead of the spike as his wounds opened.]
[Holy shit seeing this just makes him lightheaded.]
I do, but - they're blunt. [He says, a little stupidly, a little drunk off the cocktail of pain and fear and seeing Cade's cocky grin.] Gonna hurt a lot. Even more than this.
The shit you say... the things you fucking do to me.
[Yingxing groans at the touch, hand coming up to curl over Cade's nape, to keep him there. One thing is for certain, his scent screams yesyesyes, even with the fear blanketing it.]
Y'gotta- we have to do mine too. You said. We share.
[ Like other cats, the furred skin at his nape is loose. It's easy to just grab a handful of. It keeps him in place better than anything, a part of his brain kicking up some instinct to submit, that is safe now. Contentment washes over his face, eating away at those wild fires and mudding that unhinged resolve.
Not enough that he doesn't take in that scent with abject pleasure. ]
[The memory unfolds. It's fragmented, the delirious thoughts of a monster bonding with its executioner, sweeping from fear to terror to confusion to why are you doing this to ah she's right, i deserve this to what am i to it hurts to she's saving me to--]
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You got it, darling.
[The room has a SET OF FREE WEIGHTS NOW. But also the feather RIGHT THERE on his dresser.]
Me or you first?
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Oh, these are great. I wanna work out here sometime. [He picks up a dumbbell and does a few curls, before looking back at his fiance.]
You first? [he brings back the weight.] Maybe it's somethin' cute.
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[ He sets down on the edge of the bed, picks up the feather and twirls it considering. ]
Maybe that guy's ma again...
[ He lets it settle in his palm and then just. Cuts a look at Yingxing, quiet and a little open. A little obviously scared of this. ]
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[Sitting on the edge of the bed with him, and taking his other hand.]
Whatever it is, 'm here with you, okay?
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[ Takes a deep breath and squeezes the hand in his. And then lets that breath out over the spine of the feather. It quivers- ]
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His expression settles into an odd mix of predatory waiting and absolute boredom.]
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Between their palms, hot blood begins to overflow between their twinned fingers, sticky, fresh and fast. ]
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[He's still surfacing from the memory- for all the talk of being monsters, he was not prepared to watch all that blood, or the way this- this man, that looked like his fiance, that had his face - the way he mashed that guy's head into a crunchy mess on the ground. The blinding, numbing rage of it. Not even any hesitation.]
Oh fuck. [His hands are trembling when he clasps his hand against that bleeding palm, the other one coming up to cup his cheekbone, as if he could stem the bleeding. Warm blood runs sticky down his wrists.] Cade? Cade, it's not real. [But he's bleeding in the exact same places.] Cade!
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[ Under his fingers, the blood comes in slower and slower spurts... He can feel scar tissue crawling together in the wound and the flap just falling off where in some point in the past, Sett had gotten annoyed with the healing and just cut it off.
It's not that the man who opens his eyes isn't Cade. It is. He just is riding giddy on that adrenaline and blood lust. Being The Boss.
He pulls them closer by the bloody, lacerated mess of thier hands and licks a rough, possessive strip through the blood pouring down his fiancé's face.]
Who did that, babe? I'll fucking kill them.
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You did...?
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[He rubs his face.] I ain't killin' ME.
[He doesn't REMEMBER DOING THAT, THOUGH. His ears plane as he struggles past that FEELING.] You sure? If yer protectin' someone...
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Are you saying I'd betray you like that, asshole?
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Nah... But if I'm gonna mark ya up, wish I remembered it.
... Hey. Can I do it again?
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Yingxing opens his mouth to say no, because that's the normal thing to say. Maybe a little maybe we should patch up.]
You can do anything.
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[ The hand on Yingxing's cheek is tender. ]
Damn, I love you so much, you know that?
[ A sharp claw slides through skin, cheek to chin.] Everyone should know.
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He stays still, doesn't pull away, and makes a pained, hoarse sound. He will look back at this and remember thinking, I hope it scars.]
This doesn't seem fair. [He tips his head into that claw.] Don't have anythin' sharp to return the favor.
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He pulls his hand back after a moment, and sucks the fresh blood from his fingers. ]
You got teeth, don't you? [Voice and expression soft, lips red.]
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I do, but - they're blunt. [He says, a little stupidly, a little drunk off the cocktail of pain and fear and seeing Cade's cocky grin.] Gonna hurt a lot. Even more than this.
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[He leans in, nuzzling that wound, enjoying the man's shifting scents. As good as gold. Better.
Mine. Mine. MINE.]
But I want it, if it's from you. No one else. Yeah?
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[Yingxing groans at the touch, hand coming up to curl over Cade's nape, to keep him there. One thing is for certain, his scent screams yesyesyes, even with the fear blanketing it.]
Y'gotta- we have to do mine too. You said. We share.
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Not enough that he doesn't take in that scent with abject pleasure. ]
Of course. You too.
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