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Their bodies tumbled together, and Rafal used the momentum to shove Alfred to the ground, violent, angry, rough. He pinned Alfred’s wrists down, pretended he could feel a crack in the bone to match the roaring of his heart, even as Alfred’s expression never darkened. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair.
“I killed you,” Rafal barked, louder than he wanted, more desperate than he wanted. The spar had come to a stand-still, Alfred underneath him, staring up at him with those sickening green eyes. “I killed you. And I’ll kill you again!” A threat, genuine, cruel, harsh. Rafal meant it. He meant it. “I’ll raise your corpse, parade it around in front of your friends and family, and this time they won’t suspect a thing. Because I’ve learned you. Your quirks, your tastes, the stupid things you do when you think no one’s looking. I know every piece of you, and you’ve given it to me so freely. You’re such a fool that you’ve carved yourself into my bones,” bones, he keened, as if it didn’t hurt, as if it was an insult. “And I would use it all against you in a second. For what?” And again, louder, near shouting at the man who refused to leave him. “For what!?”
His breath was coming fast and shallow, but under him Alfred was unperturbed. His pretty brow furrowed, his expression full of – pity pity pity – care. He didn’t address the pressure at his wrists, the knee dug into his side, the fact that Rafal was stronger, could break him in half, not because Alfred was weak but because he set himself up to fail against a dragon. He never once broke eye contact, never once faltered. Rafal dug his knee in a little sharper. It drew out a little wince, but when Alfred spoke, still he could only ask,
“Is it so unpleasant?”
A shaky breath. A too-long silence.
“...no.”