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Oh, how she LOVED every time he made sure she knew that. It was impossible for her to forget, but it made her feel incredibly good. She was someone’s, and not someone’s in general, but ZAIDEN’S. The man she loved with all her heart, the man she adored, her love. And while some people would feel his touches as hurtful, Emma was ADDICTED --- the pain & pleasure mixing together & his own love oozing from every single kiss, caress, bite, mark, word. 

She never thought she could be with someone like him --- not because he wasn’t her type or anything like that, but because she knew how hard it was for him. And her heart, oh, her heart skipped a beat every time she thought about that. How far can love go? How much can it do? 

Small hands moved, grazing his jaw and releasing a small whimper, a plead, as she turned to look into his eyes, lips parted as if she was trying to say something, but awestruck by the sight --- he was like GOD and she was so small & yet she didn’t feel like that could go wrong in any way.

How naive.

A small kiss on his lips, then another, deepening, tongue looking for his, breathless noises crashing against his mouth, fingers curling looking for somewhere to grasp -- his hair, his shoulder, him, him, him --- and then she stopped, opening her eyes again staring into his.

“I’m only yours, Zaiden Hendricks.” Like a confession, whispered against him, never looking away. “Until the end, I’ll be yours.” 

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❝ IT HAS BEEN QUITE A WHILE, мудак. ❞ A soft giggle escapes her, the knowing look of temptation crossing her features as she gazes upon the man she had once called her HOME. It had been too long since she had escaped that horrific island full of freaks, giving no thought to those she had left behind. After all, her own safety came above ALL else; love could be found, life was something NEVER to be lost to begin with.

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TEAR, PART 1 - SON LUX

i’ll tear you apart / i’ll tear you apart / make beautiful things / from pieces of you /  i’ll tear you apart / make beautiful things / from pieces of you / i’ll tear you apart / make beautiful tings / from pieces of you / make everything new

WRITTEN IN THE WATER - GIN WIGMORE

i was born by the devil / i was left here to die / i was held up for ransom under cold summer skies / i was told not to love him / iwas told not to try / i was lonely the only ‘till he said he’d be mine / he will leave me for younger / he will leave me to cry / cut the knife a little deeper / count the days i survive

YOU’RE SO DARK - ARTIC MONKEYS

you got your h.p. lovecraft / your edgar allan poe / you got your unkind of ravens / and your murder of crows / catty eyelashes and your dracula cape / been flashing triple a passes / at cemetery gates / cause you’re so dark, babe / but i want you hard / you’re so dark, babe / you’re so dark / you’re so dark / you’re so dark

FLESH - SIMON CURTIS 

we can get a little crazy just for fun / just for fun / don’t even try to hold it back / just let go / tie me up and take me over / till you’re done / till I’m done / you’ve got me fiendin’ / and i’m ready to blow

DEVIL’S BACKBONE - THE CIVIL WARS

oh lord, oh lord, what have i done? / i’ve fallen in love with a man on the run / oh lord, oh lord, i’m begging you please / don’t take that sinner from me / oh don’t take that sinner from me / oh lord, oh lord, what do i do? / i’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you / he’s raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone / oh i just wanna take him home / oh i just wanna take him home

YOU’RE THE ONE THAT I WANT - LO-FANG

        There’s a huge grin on his face, laced with remaining pleasure and CALM. A hand is running through the other’s hair, while the other is tracing soft things into a sweaty back. Only in these moments would he let his entire persona crack - and show how much Zaiden meant to him. The reject’s breath is heavy too, catching in his throat as he focused entirely on bringing the other down nice and SMOOTH. It was less than the other deserved - Xander should go bake him a cake for what he’d just done. Yet he knew the only thing the both of them really needed was EACH OTHER, to talk softly and fall into a deep slumber till the morning light woke them and jostled them awake.

        “Mmm, no, I think it was you who was amazing.” Praise whispered into him, gaze falling over tattered skin and a thin frame. He’d been a little more ROUGH than usual and Zaiden had taken it all like a champ, with head held high and small gasps for more. He honestly couldn’t ask for a better partner, the man wrapped in his embrace was everything and more. “— I think y’wore me out, babe.” Leans back to cup his chin, tugging him up to kiss him softly on the lips, swollen tiers meeting in a GENTLE second of contact. 

The first time he’s testing the waters, seeing where they STAND. Two men of almost equal height and mindset, pausing in their deep conversation to find possibilities in EACH OTHER. They’re both many drinks into the HELL of their brains like the last time ( and the time before ) when he leans over and silences the dark-haired man with a kiss. He doesn’t make it home till morning.

The second time it’s RAW and ANGRY, hands strong as he grabs and claws at cloth and skin. The argument that had brought them here is still ringing in the hunter’s brain, already a faint FEAR of what is to come - of what could happen to them both. Xander can’t stand the thought of losing him, he makes sure Zaiden remembers.

The third time he comes home WOUNDED, and it’s the assassin who reverses their roles. He sits while the taller of the two cleans his wounds, stitches him up and tosses blood soaked rags in the wash. It’s Zaiden who initiates the brief peace in the chaos they were creating, pressing lips that are usually full of vitriol and grit to his BROKEN skin as SOFT as ever. HE realizes how lost he is, and how much he doesn’t care that he will be ruined because of it.

The fourth time is brief and full of PAIN and panic. Words of a new plan rushing through one ear and OUT the other, the rest warped and confusing except the fatalities it could cost. Only a few words remain in full after a physical presence is gone. Stay here. I’ll be back. I love you. He doesn’t stop shaking until Zaiden returns, and then new words echo in his head. Will you marry me?