[ 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--]
[ He's held there through it. All the while that instinctive rush of chemicals, designed to keep him still in a mother's grip tell him it's safe, there's the flood of the delirium. The joy and fear and dying over and over, and living despite it. Healing as if nothing had happened at all.
A monster seeping into all of those holes.
Those red eyes, staring at his fiancee. She DID this to him?? She did this to him.
It's the teeth that finally pulls a scream out of him, hoarse and pained. There's no pleasing knitting of skin this time.
[The smell of blood is crawling up his throat, settling there, and Yingxing tries to push him back, down on the bed, trying to pin him, blood outlining the curves of his teeth.]
[ He can't help the fear, the realization of WHO this is. Who it's BEEN when he shows up. The feeling that was left in the wake of that memory.
It crashes into that pain, throbbing and weeping blood on his sheets. A heady desire settles into place along side. Something fucking rewires in his head and he doesn't even try to stop it.
Like you were the monster who killed that man for a show?
[That hand stays on his nape, pushing his face into the pillows deep briefly. He's shoving Cade's knees apart, so he can brace one of his own between them.]
[ He twists his fingers in the sheets but can't find enough fight in him to push off and try to buck at him. The brief smothering of air almost happens at the same time as that rough shove between his legs, mixing up the signals again.
His fingers twist, claws digging into the fabric, that rise of a snarl. ]
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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.
1/3
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A monster seeping into all of those holes.
Those red eyes, staring at his fiancee. She DID this to him?? She did this to him.
It's the teeth that finally pulls a scream out of him, hoarse and pained. There's no pleasing knitting of skin this time.
It's just him.]
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Ying-!
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[He climbs on him, nosing into the wound he'd left and licking at it. Cade's sheets are a lost cause.]
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It crashes into that pain, throbbing and weeping blood on his sheets. A heady desire settles into place along side. Something fucking rewires in his head and he doesn't even try to stop it.
There's a little gasp. ]
Yer-
Yer right here.
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[That hand stays on his nape, pushing his face into the pillows deep briefly. He's shoving Cade's knees apart, so he can brace one of his own between them.]
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His fingers twist, claws digging into the fabric, that rise of a snarl. ]
That was business.
[ And pride. And fear. And pleasure. ]
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