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[subcutaneous]

[He's not thinking when he answers, absolutely scared shitless.]

You did...?

[themightybosstone]

... Okay.

[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...

[subcutaneous]

[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.]

Are you saying I'd betray you like that, asshole?

[themightybosstone]

Heh. [His fingers reach to press into the wound.]

Nah... But if I'm gonna mark ya up, wish I remembered it.


... Hey. Can I do it again?

[subcutaneous]

[oh god oh god oh god what is wrong with him what is wrong with Yingxing why is this hot

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.

[themightybosstone]

That's what I like to hear.

[ 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.

[subcutaneous]

[He thinks Case might hear his heart beat rabbit-fast in his chest. His blood's pounding in his ears.

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.

[themightybosstone]

[ The shift of his head means the claw slides a little further, a little deeper, under the skin.

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.]

[subcutaneous]

[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.

[themightybosstone]

Yeah, it's gonna.

[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?

[subcutaneous]

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.

[themightybosstone]

[ 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. ]

Of course. You too.

1/3

[subcutaneous]

[He doesn't waste any time; he pulls out his own feather, crushes it in a hand with Cade still being held--]

[subcutaneous]

[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--]

[subcutaneous]

[He snarls, then, wordless, crimson eyes wide and unseeing as he lunges to bite Cade in the crook of his neck.]

[themightybosstone]

[ 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.

It's just him.]

[subcutaneous]

[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.]

[themightybosstone]

[ He goes easy, lead by the nape. He archs under the other man, like he's being fucked. ]

Ying-!

[subcutaneous]

He's dead.

[He climbs on him, nosing into the wound he'd left and licking at it. Cade's sheets are a lost cause.]

[themightybosstone]

[ 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.

There's a little gasp. ]

Yer-

Yer right here.

[subcutaneous]

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.]

[themightybosstone]

[ 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. ]

That was business.

[ And pride. And fear. And pleasure. ]

[subcutaneous]

You enjoyed it. Didn't you?

[He's coming back to himself in pieces, but he can't tell where the pathetic creature in the vision stops and where Yingxing starts. He finds that he doesn't care, because he can bring someone down with him.]

Killer.

[themightybosstone]

[ He doesn't SAY anything, just draws a ragged breath. The boundaries of the vision and Cade are not the strongest right now. The muscles in his neck and jaw work as he grinds his teeth.

He tries to shake his head, but there isn't room to do it. ]

[subcutaneous]

[His hand lets go of Cade's nape - so his mouth can replace it, teeth pressing against the fur, tongue wet against skin. His knee draws up again, between Cade's legs.

There's a distant part of him yelling this is a little too far and fucked up but the part of his brain in control right now grinds that knee upwards.]

I like that part of you.