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his irritation was starting to wear thin. yes, irritation. the whole thing was nothing more than minor irritation; a spider swatting at an annoying fly. he forced the other’s chin up, their eyes meeting. his mouth opened, rows of sharpened teeth greeting Booker. the demon’s head lowered as he went for the other’s throat, teeth sinking past flesh and into the front of the other’s neck.                                                     fingers kept a grip of steel on                                                     his hair, holding his head in place                                                     as the demon drank the other’s blood.                                                     and he did everything in his power to                                                     make the feeding very, very, very painful.

he doesn’t know why the red eyes still surprise him along with each sharp tooth in the demon’s mouth. booker starts shaking as his head ducks down, and then he lets out a sharp cry as the sharp teeth settle into this pale skin. hands move to try and push him away, panic written across his features and blood trickling down the side of his neck. he wriggles against him, trying his best to get away, but it’s nearly impossible with the other’s immensely strong grip on his hair.           “g-get off !!” he can feel the drowsiness            starting to settle in from blood loss and           shock, his body becoming increasingly           heavier as he loses the ability to stand.

       he’ll give an appreciative hum as booker        starts to touch his hair, closing his eyes as        he leans his head back on the couch. “i        just needed some time to get over myself.”

     begins to absentmindedly style his hair into      a mohawk, and when he’s bored, he moves      his hands down to squish at his cheeks       playfully. “ ‘s alright. i’m not going anywhere.”

        the pup peeks up at him before hiding his face,         sniffling into his arm. booker’s kinder voice is          nice to hear, but at the same time, he’s quite         terrified. william shivers, looking up at booker          again with wet, pink cheeks and red eyes. “i –         i don’t underst–stand….” he swallows, “you hurt         me — i was just trying to h-help.”

     “i-i know, will. it’s not your fault. it’s not your fault,      i swear. remember how i told you about my... when      i’m not the same as i usually am? you’re usually not       around when that happens and... i’m sorry, will. i      love you —” moves closer, worry and guilt etched      across his face as he kneels beside him, careful not      to make any movements that could be taken as       harmful.

      he hums into the kiss but his pout is back as soon       as it’s over. “were you really gone so long that you       don’t even like kissing me anymore?“

     “i happen to love kissing you. i just didn’t      know that you even wanted me to go near      you after all that.” smiles and straightens       back up, playing with finn’s hair.

the incubus makes a tsk sound at the other’s failed attempt at a prayer. he really didn’t expect the other to know it; he banked on his failure. he kicked the other one more time before kneeling before him. claws dug into the skin of his neck, almost touching his trachea, while the other hand fiercely gripped his chin.                                                " wrong, wrong, wrong.                                                you should feel ashamed.                                                very ashamed. now, confess                                                to me. tell me how worthless                                                you are. tell me that you’re nothing.                                                that you’re pitiful. disgusting. “

     “i-i’m worthless. i’m... nothing. i’m -” he has      to pause, eyes squeezing shut before he can      continue. “i’m pitiful and disgusting.”

       “what the fuck was i supposed to think? before the longest you’d         ever be gone for was a couple days, and you’d always come back,         but it was weeks of silence, and i was fucking terrified.” he’ll heave         an angry sigh, scratching ty behind the ear before setting the dog         down and wrapping his arms around his chest, as if he were cold.         “i thought you were fucking dead, asshole.”

     “how many times do i have to apologize before we can fucking      move past this?? look, i’ll try my best to avoid getting into shit      that fucking bad, but i can’t really control it. i’m fine, and you’re      fine, and everything should just be... FINE.” huffs in return, hand      running through his hair in irritation. “i’ll try to find a fucking       payphone or something if there even is a next time.”

     ❛Guess what.❜ He considers the other to be more or less a       friend now, or the closest to it that he actually gets. ❛I killed      my ex last week.❜

     “oh yeah ?? sounds like fun. wish i had an ex to kill.”      booker finds some amusement in the fact that he can      ramble over topics like this with the other as if it were      any normal conversation. for him, it really is.

the clawed hand descended to grab the other by his hair. he adjusted his grip so that his claws were digging into the other’s scalp, drawing thin lines of b l o o d. the incubus then craned his foot back and slammed it into the other’s stomach … repeatedly.                                                      " recite the Lord’s prayer, and I’ll                                                     think about stopping. but only if                                                     you say every line correctly. “

      “o-our father, who art in heaven... hallowed       be thy name -- give us this day our daily       bread... ? ”

      “ please, bookah, tell me: where else will yous get       the PROTECTION YOUS NEED ?? yous think yer       tough shit, but truth is………YER A GHOUL. yer        nuttin’. “ hand grips the handle tight. “ oh, but rudi,       yous a ghoulie too !! AH YEAH, I KNOW THAT !! i        know that veeeeeery well, bookah. but….i’m the one       wit’ the connections. i’m the one who has this all SET       UP fer ungrateful little SHITS like yous. “        he’ll begin to s l o w l y pull the switchblade from the         other ghoul’s arm, DARK BLOOD staining the cool       metal. “ if yous wanna leave, s—- ure, i guess, but…       yer anyone’s GAME then. “

     “you fuckin’ happy?? i got blood all over myself now.”

his body wastes no time in reacting to the other’s words. his body gives a lazy roll, o n c e. twin h o r n s burst from his forehead and curl down, near his ears. his w i n g s slide out from his back and burst through the cloth of his shirt. fingers flex as his nails sharpen and curl. sanguine hues lock on their target: Booker.                                            his speed kicks in as he closes                                            the distance between them and                                            snaps his head back, then hurls                                            it forward: a wicked headbutt.

    all he can do is watch in shock as the     other transforms, and though he would     never admit it, he begins to regret his     decision in not apologizing. especially     when he’s sent stumbling to the ground     with a pounding in his head. his eyes      squeeze shut as he holds his head on the     ground, only opening them slightly to peek     up at the demon. eyes catch glowing red     ones in return, and he only squeezes his     eyes shut again as if to make him go away.

         of course he’s not going to just TAKE IT OUT.          not going to give booker any kind of LEVERAGE.          the elder ghoul begins to T W I S T the blade,           dark fluid falling from the wound & down his arm.          rudiger has little patience when HIS ASS IS ON THE          LINE.           “ see, if yous want MY PROTECTION ?? yous do what          i say. i getcha a job ?? yous ain’t fuckin’ COMPLAIN. i’m          so—– NICE, yous know ?? n’ this is the THANKS I GET ??          gosh, gosh, yer so UNGRATEFUL. “

    “w-why is your protection so special ?? and     what’re you gonna do if i continue to not follow     orders ??”

        he’d crawled and hid in the bedroom. shut the         door and pulled himself into the corner and against         the wall, curled up and resting his head on his knees.         might be crying, but that’s out of shock more than          anything. he’s a soft one. doesn’t even look up as          booker walks into the room, but he does curl further          into his frame, makes himself impossibly small.

     he’s not sure what he expected to find in the      bedroom, but he’s greeted with william curled      up in the corner. well, that jogs his memory a      bit. “will ?” his voice is soft, inquiring as he keeps      his distance from the werewolf. “will, i’m sorry      that was - it shouldn’t have happened while i was      here. it should’ve -- i’m sorry, will.” he had felt the      familiar signs of one of those psycho spells, but      he’d ignored it, foolishly.

“ I’m going to give you one chance and one chance only to retract that statement and apologize. otherwise, I will reach into your body, r i p out whatever organs have, and make you beg me to put them back. I’m waiting … and I’m getting impatient. ”

     “hmmm.... no. i don’t apologize.      and i don’t retract statements that      happen to be true. soooo... yeah,      you’re not getting that apology. i      can’t help it. i’m just a gift to this earth.”

        sniffles a little and curls even tighter. feels bruised,         which would heal easily, but it still stung. and he might         be a bit more jumpy around booker for a bit. william         wobbles to his feet, peeking at the larger but for once         he’s completely silent as he starts to exit the room to          hide from him.

     booker will simply watch him disappear into a      different room without a word, remaining in the      living room until those fucking voices stop. and      when they do he has to collect himself ( which      takes about an hour ) before he seeks out will.      the whole ordeal had really been a blur.

          “definitely such thing.”

     “regular restrictions on being cocky do      not apply to me.”