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For the broken ones The shook ones And those in between
“To truly break a man, there are certain lines one must cross.” Daniel dropped his hand, putting it back in his pocket. “Lucky for both of us, I crossed those lines decades ago.”
“You like it when I bleed.” Even to his ears, his words were shakier than normal. Faint. “You do it so well.” Daniel’s sounded weirdly proud, like he approved of the rivulets soaking Stavros’ hip and the tiny puddle congealing next to them. “Also it brings me such pleasure, watching you suffer.”
They had moved way beyond twisted and were flirting with sick now.
“The monster in you recognizes the monster in me,” he whispered. “And it wants to play.”
He was aroused by Stavros Konstantinou. By the way he spoke. The way he fought. The way he bled. The way he looked at Daniel.
He’d been dead for years, and this man brought him back to life. His voice. His blood. His eyes. They brought Daniel back to life.
“You’re alive because you’re mine. Your blood. Your life. Your death. Mine.”
“I want to kiss you, and I want to kill you.”
“And I wish I knew how it felt to be loved by someone the way you love her.”
“Killing him will kill you.”
“He might not ask, but he wants your forgiveness. And he might not tell you outright, but he’ll gladly walk into your blade.”
“I’m gonna eat you. The fuck. Alive.”
“I am yours. To fuck. To torture. To kill. I am yours.” For some reason, the truth of those words were the saddest thing Stavros ever experienced.
They’d given each other pain. Now came the pleasure.
“Because I’m afraid that what I feel for him might burn brighter, hotter, than what I felt for her.”
“Feelings aren’t something you run from,” Christophe answered softly. “You bring them with you wherever you go.”
“Soy todo tuyo,” he whispered the words into Stavros’ skin. He hooked an arm around Stavros’ thigh and lifted his head, meeting those eyes. They waited for him. “Yo soy tuyo y tú eres mío.” I am yours and you are mine.
“This tin man has a heart, diablo. And it is yours.” He caught Stavros’ hand and brought it up to his chest. Over his heart. “It beats for you.”
“I want your legs around me, my dick in your ass, and you on your back speaking Spanish.”
