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The bruise was a sickly purple made darker and more pronounced by the tone of his skin. Tyki's expression turned flat for a moment. It was an expression devoid of sharp grins. A face devoid of intent focus that was usually savored in such moments.
"You aren't going to behave even if I ask nicely are you?"
There was a lurch in response. Tyki had to lower his center of gravity in order to prevent ending up a mass of limbs on the floor. The struggle continued as it had since this exchange of words began. In raw strength alone the two were almost an even match. Not all surprising they were the same build. The same person even if one were to believe such things possible. Not that he did personally, but that wasn't important at the moment. The younger did have the slight advantage of youth. A little quicker to the draw. Able to bounce back from twisted joints faster. More able to force one's body beyond hard limits.
But that wasn't enough for him. At least for the moment.
Gravity and maybe a little bit of luck allowed the older man to keep his younger self pinned down. It was an ever shifting grip that left him open to counter strikes like the darkening color over his temple. The younger man half grinned up at the other, but the smile was anything but warm considering the current state of affairs.
"As flattered as I am at being chosen as your dance partner, I must decline. Clingy and pushy was never my type."
That got a frown from the older man and apparently a distraction. Going for a knee to the ribs was a little low all things considered. Then again it was well deserved. Tyki let out a grunt that sounded like air rapidly deflating from a balloon. The words that followed next didn't sound much better.
"You know, it never hurts to try something new."
"Says the old man who can't learn a new trick."
Tyki brought a hand down flat on the other's chest leaning all of this weight to keep the other down. The other replied with another well aimed strike. The struggle continued. Truth be told he'd be disappointed if it was any other way.
Even as they struggled, he imagined for a moment what sounds the younger would make if he dug his fingers deeper. Probably not what he'd be hoping for. A growl or a colorful curse instead of a scream. The wide eyed stare replaced by a gaze that would make Medusa even a bit humbled. But it wouldn't be the cry he wanted. Not the strained sound his ears would drink. They'd been in more dire situations before not caused by his hand, and he'd never heard the sound.
It was a pity.
Tyki's fingers curled around the cloth and fabric that was in the way and yanked. As he pulled the other man's up he wanted to feel his warm blood stain his fingers. Wanted that thrill to make his blood boil. As he pulled the man up, he wanted to laugh, mock and embrace the world around them until the sun realized it was late to the party. To not care about anything more than where the next train platform was and how to get Road there with the minimal fuss.
He wanted other things, too. But his mind wouldn't put the thoughts to words.
It was a contradiction. Like trying to walk and crawl at the same time. One side a life of simple happiness. On the other succumbing to carnal desires. Two pieces of the puzzle that couldn't be hammered together by the finest smith.
Like black and white.
He laughed at his own thoughts.
"I destroy what I love."
And he didn't feel the need to say aloud where his affections lied.