[This charged antagonism with Isaac is familiar, and Hector slips into it easily in spite of his exhaustion. It helps distract from the chasm of loneliness within him.]
I could use it to oppose you. For all you think my power diminished, I could yet be a thorn in your side.
[Fighting words as he scrapes his nails up Isaac’s bare arm.]
That’s cute, and he laughs into Hector’s skin, a low, rumbling chuckle, before catching his nipple in his teeth. What’s pleasure without a little pain to make it all the sweeter?]
Such a bold proclamation from a man flat on his back… [He says, peering up through his lashes at him. The scrape of Hector's nails is something he finds himself liking more than he cares to admit, so he allows it - for now.] ...and no fight in him left.
[Hector gasps as the tickling vibrations of Isaac's laughter morph into a sharp nip. The warm wet of his mouth tempers the bite, but it still cuts through Hector's sluggishness and brings the world back into focus. That fight Isaac speaks of is rekindling.
He wraps his fingers around Isaac's biceps and digs in his nails. He bucks up. If Isaac thinks keeping him on his back is easy, well... he would have been right when he first came over, but now he's going to find it more of a challenge.]
If you want bold, how about this? I'll put you on your back, and then you'll see what fight is left in me.
[Adrenaline trills through him, sharp and white, his muscles rippling in Hector's grip. It’s sounding like the beginnings of a threat - and the smile crooking his lips all but promises that more than their truce stands to be broken if they fight in earnest.]
…try, and we shall see what happens.
[We shall see what becomes of you. It's a warning and a challenge rolled into one.
Isaac may have come with a purpose, but he is always one sudden movement or misread intention away from an abrupt change in course.]
[On another night, Hector might try to keep the peace and keep Isaac appeased. But tonight, he is out of fucks to give. What will happen, will happen.
He hooks a leg around one of Isaac's leatherclad ones and twists his body around, trying to flip them over. Staying on the couch is no concern. Let them roll around the floor, scrambling for the advantage. How fitting.]
[Isaac takes the brunt of the fall, air gusting from his lungs. The pain sharp in his back jacks adrenaline into him, and through the sunspots spattering his vision, he sees his own hand snap out for Hector’s throat before he has even gotten a proper breath in. Hector may not be out to kill him, but his instincts don’t know any better for the moment. The fierce desire to win and the desire to survive are near-inseparable.]
[Isaac always fights like a demon, in spite of how slender he is. He squeezes Hector's throat, and Hector writhes and grasps a fistful of his hair to yank him back.]
...fuck...you.... [He gasps out. It's not that he didn't know it would end like this. 'I come in peace', like hell. Maybe if Hector pushes the right buttons, Isaac will strangle him into unconsciousness and deliver the oblivion Hector was fruitlessly seeking.]
[His hand squeezes tighter, Hector’s pulse bounding under his thumb. Isaac can feel his own in his cock, harder and heavier.]
You were warned! [He snarls through his teeth, determined to hang on for as long as he can stand. But even as his eyes water up, he realizes that it shouldn’t be this easy. That this isn’t half of what Hector is capable of. He has proof of it across his body where he left wounds to heal unaided and scars now mark their place.
But if this is all Hector's willing to give, then maybe, just maybe, he deserves to die for what he has let himself become. And Isaac won’t pretend, while his hearing fuzzes and a numb buzzing fills his skull, that he doesn’t still feel an ugly thrill at the thought of ending a life. Not just any, but his. Getting to watch Hector's eyes go glassy and dark as he struggles, and fails.
Then something snaps through him, waking him with a start. And the moment is over. Isaac blinks and releases him with a shove, panting. His lip curls.] You pathetic excuse for a Forgemaster...!
[Hector's breath rattles as Isaac releases his throat, pushing him backwards to distance their two gasping mouths.]
Yet... you didn't see it through.
[Damn it, Isaac, either fuck Hector or knock him unconscious, he's not picky at this point. His tone is accusatory. For all they dance around one another, fighting and arguing and orbiting one another like celestial bodies, they never manage to end one another. It's like they both know they cannot exist without their counterpart, no matter how they deny it.]
Fuck it. [He untangles himself from Isaac and crawls toward the nearest half-empty bottle he's left strewn around the room.] 'm not drunk enough for this.
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I could use it to oppose you. For all you think my power diminished, I could yet be a thorn in your side.
[Fighting words as he scrapes his nails up Isaac’s bare arm.]
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That’s cute, and he laughs into Hector’s skin, a low, rumbling chuckle, before catching his nipple in his teeth. What’s pleasure without a little pain to make it all the sweeter?]
Such a bold proclamation from a man flat on his back… [He says, peering up through his lashes at him. The scrape of Hector's nails is something he finds himself liking more than he cares to admit, so he allows it - for now.] ...and no fight in him left.
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He wraps his fingers around Isaac's biceps and digs in his nails. He bucks up. If Isaac thinks keeping him on his back is easy, well... he would have been right when he first came over, but now he's going to find it more of a challenge.]
If you want bold, how about this? I'll put you on your back, and then you'll see what fight is left in me.
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…try, and we shall see what happens.
[We shall see what becomes of you. It's a warning and a challenge rolled into one.
Isaac may have come with a purpose, but he is always one sudden movement or misread intention away from an abrupt change in course.]
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He hooks a leg around one of Isaac's leatherclad ones and twists his body around, trying to flip them over. Staying on the couch is no concern. Let them roll around the floor, scrambling for the advantage. How fitting.]
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...fuck...you.... [He gasps out. It's not that he didn't know it would end like this. 'I come in peace', like hell. Maybe if Hector pushes the right buttons, Isaac will strangle him into unconsciousness and deliver the oblivion Hector was fruitlessly seeking.]
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You were warned! [He snarls through his teeth, determined to hang on for as long as he can stand. But even as his eyes water up, he realizes that it shouldn’t be this easy. That this isn’t half of what Hector is capable of. He has proof of it across his body where he left wounds to heal unaided and scars now mark their place.
But if this is all Hector's willing to give, then maybe, just maybe, he deserves to die for what he has let himself become. And Isaac won’t pretend, while his hearing fuzzes and a numb buzzing fills his skull, that he doesn’t still feel an ugly thrill at the thought of ending a life. Not just any, but his. Getting to watch Hector's eyes go glassy and dark as he struggles, and fails.
Then something snaps through him, waking him with a start. And the moment is over. Isaac blinks and releases him with a shove, panting. His lip curls.] You pathetic excuse for a Forgemaster...!
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Yet... you didn't see it through.
[Damn it, Isaac, either fuck Hector or knock him unconscious, he's not picky at this point. His tone is accusatory. For all they dance around one another, fighting and arguing and orbiting one another like celestial bodies, they never manage to end one another. It's like they both know they cannot exist without their counterpart, no matter how they deny it.]
Fuck it. [He untangles himself from Isaac and crawls toward the nearest half-empty bottle he's left strewn around the room.] 'm not drunk enough for this.