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[ 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.

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

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

[ 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.]

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

Ying-!

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.]

[ 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.

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. ]

That was business.

[ And pride. And fear. And pleasure. ]

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.

[ 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. ]

[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.

[ For a MOMENT he's tense, like he's going to throw the other man, but the teeth close back down and he relaxes one muscle group at a time.

Such that when that knee grinds up along his ass and balls, he's rocked forward, face sliding across the pillow. He's already hard and some part of his mind is trying to pull back from this.

He groans, but it ends in something a bit more like a whine. ]

That aint- Shit. I'm gonna find that bitch.

And what happens when you do?

[He presses his cut cheek against Cade's shoulder, bleeding sluggishly on the fabric. He'll be able to feel Yingxing's hardness against his ass too - he's not the only one getting off on this entire fucked-up thing.]

[ The blood drips down his cheek in a lazy trail, painting it dark red. He struggles with NOT answering because he know. HE KNOWS it's just going to prove the point. And maybe it shouldn't be said out loud. You can't take it back if it's out loud.

He tenses under Blade.

But there's nothing he CAN say but the truth. It sounds ragged, torn out of him. A bit like he sounds in sex. ]

It'll break her hands for layin' em on you. One finger at a damn time. T'make sure the message gets through.

[He's getting hands pushing at him violently, then, wanting to turn him over, so Lith can kiss the living daylights out of him, more teeth than tongue.]

[ Brocade doesn't know HALF of what he feels right now. All of it is confusing. But when Yingxing settles back between his legs, that's Correct and Right. This is HIS. THIS IS MINE AND HE'S GOING TO KISS HIM BACK like they're still fighting. Like he's still marking him. ]

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