[ It makes his heart sink, changes Dom's expression and leads him to falter a little, one breath suddenly harder to take than the last. Dom spends so much time calling himself a monster yet craving what it can do; distances himself but lets it be the catalyst for self-hatred all the same. To say he has issues to work out is the least of it, but hearing Theo say that makes them break right back out of the box he so often shoves them into, from force back to hesitation. ]
I'm— I'm not…
[ I'm not it, but to say that would imply he believes it's true. Dom already said too much just moments ago: I want to hurt you. I want to see your blood and know it was me. I want to be the one who takes it from you. He never said it wants.
Finally, pained, guilty: ]
Because I don't remember. [ He leans back down, forehead against Theo's back, hiding for yet another confession. ] I never remember what [ A beat, ] I do, and I don't know what's real anymore. Which one of me is this supposed to be?
[ The one that hurts Theo and savors his blood in the aftermath. It can't be the part of him that's meant to not be a monster. ]
[Theo's breathing hard, feeling the weight of Dom behind him - tethered together by touch. He listens, uncertain about what he can truly do to help him - but there is only one thought that comes to mind. He doesn't rock back so much as he slowly presses back against Dom, feeling the floor dig into his knees. There's no real movement, but he wants Dom to feel him.]
Even when you're - that version of yourself, you never really want to hurt me.
[Theo says, at least - from his own perspective on it.]
You can be rough, but that's - that's your nature. I like it. I like the way you care about me, even when you're riled up. You treat me like I'm yours and I like that, Dom. So treat me like that now. Give - give it a taste?
[ There's a small groan when Theo moves into him again, a responsive shift in his hips that comes very close to being a slow thrust, painfully stiff and craving more contact. His mouth stays close to his back when he lifts his head, lips parted and fangs sticking out, needing another bite. Theo is right. Dom doesn't want to get jealous, but he gets possessive when they're together, and 'like that' is no longer enough. He can't help it. He can't leave a mark at all, either.
He bares his teeth, frustrated. His claws relent before they dig in again, a cutting clutch where Theo's neck and shoulder meet to keep him from moving. Dom remembers tasting his blood from moments ago, remembers what he tasted between that girl's legs at prom, head spinning with the desire he struggled with back then and what he sees now; he gives Theo what they both want and punishes him at the same time, teeth sinking deep, anchored in flesh, making a low noise in his throat. He doesn't relax his jaw when he pulls away, tearing skin, panting while his mouth drips with blood and saliva. ]
[Theo lets out a soft pained grunt when Dom's nails dig into him - the beating of his heart quickens, but so does the unrestricted flow of magic; knitting skin back together where it tears. Which helps when a moment later he lets out another pained cry from the back of his throat - feeling the heat of blood running down his neck in rivulets; metallic scent heavier in the air, strong to even Theo's nose.]
Fuck-
[Theo tries to press back against Dom again, finding this sense of - rigidity unwavering; he wants to hurt him back, wants him to feel what he feels. That sigil might a well be burning itself into Theo's skin, mixed with a sweetly masochistic whimper at being at Dom's mercy.]
[ The cry might as well be a hit, a new addition that's meant to go together with the taste of his blood, pooling on Theo's back while magic gets back to work. His hips press forward again, a little moan at the pressure and friction on his dick. Dom licks at his own mouth, laps up the mess, makes a pathetic noise of blissed out desperation for more.
This isn't him. It is. He shouldn't want it to be, but it feels like there's nothing else anymore. ]
[Theo lets out another hiss through his teeth, feeling the sticky warmth of blood smeared over his skin and the way that Dom is enthralled by it. He likes the feeling of being desirable like that, driving someone wild, even if it's probably a bad idea to indulge this way. But he can't think straight, he just wants that indulgence. So he bows his head, panting, pressing back against Dom.]
I'm yours- I'm yours, Dom. Yours to have. Yours to take.
[ The air leaves his lungs, a sudden breath when Theo gives in and tells him what he wants to hear. Dom stays in that moment, like his body is frozen by the shocking gratification of it, the energy that mounts in his muscles and builds up more of that reckless desire to mark his boyfriend. The boy hasn't been in his right mind for a while, a cocktail of lust and wrath that burns the inside of his mouth until he does something about it, he backs away enough to roll Theo on his side and get his arm out of the way, staring down the side of his torso… at the same spot that marked the birth of a werewolf in himself. He comes down to bite that next.]
[Theo was anticipating something else, so the movement is distracting - same with the way Dom moves, but he doesn't push him away even when he dips to bite. He just finds himself encouraging it - hissing aloud, reaching for Dom, hand in his hair, welcoming the pinch of his teeth in a truly reckless way.]
[ It spurs him on, makes him more insistent, all pointed teeth and fangs sinking and sliding once skin is broken, the smell and taste of blood pooling and staining his mouth. Dom moans into the largest bite so far, feverishly thinking he'll be like me, we'll be the same, he'll know what it's like, we'll be together forever. This could never turn Theo into a werewolf; to this day Dom isn't entirely sure how the curse is passed on, but what if — what if instead of a curse it was their bond?
He's panting when he lets go, looking more delirious and bloodthirsty than ever. Sloppily wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, Dom licks Theo's newest wounds like it's a kiss. ]
I love you, [ Muttered, kissing and swiping his tongue. ] I love your blood.
[It hurts - it's the sharpest kind of hurt, too, making Theo gasp before he's biting his lip to stifle any further cries. There's some part of Theo that has and always will find himself so easily put into a situation like this - willing to be bent or broken, harmed or hurt, by the hands of his lovers. But unlike many times before, this isn't a relationship that is designed to contain him - it isn't one of one sided possession alone. Dom and he have a bond, one that may not be perfect in everyone's eyes but to Theo... he's choosing this. Choosing to feel his boyfriend bite him, allowing himself without judgement to enjoy it.
His magic thrums within him, like a cool trickle of water; it bleeds out through his wounds, through his blood, regenerating his skin beneath Dom's lips in a steady pulse. Meanwhile, Dom is asking him to return this favor and he, panting too, turns to him.]
I can't do what I used to be able to - with the claws, the blood magic. How else - tell me how, and I will.
[ There's urgency in him, the helplessness of a creature who wants something so bad and can't possibly explain exactly how. Dom helps Theo turn around, hanging over him, breathing hard, something vulnerable trying to break through the feral thing that's taken over his claws, his fangs, his eyes. ]
[His voice is soft but not quiet - he swallows hard, reaching for Dom to pull him close. He starts with another kiss because the motion of putting his mouth to Dom's neck leads him to that so naturally. But then he starts to nip, starts to bite, testing his teeth against his skin. All the while his magic thrums through him, healing away any marks on his skin before he starts channeling it into something else - for the first time. He wants there to be bite to his bite, so he focuses on that, giving himself a little more power behind the first hard bite of Dom's shoulder. He staggers it, pushing mentally through the block that comes from being in his own head, clamping down tighter still after that.]
[ Dom's eyes are open when Theo bites down, mouth gaping after a shaky moan, muscles tense and skin louder the harder teeth clench. The jolt of arousal is so sudden and heavy that he thinks he might come in a few more seconds, gripping Theo's arm, holding his breath with a grunt. A shiver blooms down his whole body, arms covered in goosebumps; precome overflows and marks a wet spot in his clothes, cock begging to jerk free and hang at full mast. ]
Y-yeah—
[ He shifts, hips against Theo's groin, blindly chasing friction and pressure against the rigid curve of his bulge in slow humps. ]
[Theo holds on, teeth still set against Dom's skin even though his first instinct is to release - he tries to hold on for Dom's benefit, even as the feeling of warm copper touches his tongue. I don't like hurting him is the thought in his head, constantly at war with this is what he wants, though. Theo finally releases the bite, sucking in a breath and leaning back to look at Dom while his own hips lift against his.]
[ Harsh breaths, unthinking thrusts, Dom grips Theo harder when he lets go, the punctures of his teeth feeling like they weigh a ton and burn hot. If they should be bleeding, they aren't just yet, an effect delayed by the same curse that left him bleeding half to death when he was a child, brushing over the wound with soft fingers and a daze in his eyes. ]
I love you.
[ Theo doesn't hate him. Despite the Wrath sigil making everything go wrong, despite the way Dom looks right now, or even what he did to hurt his boyfriend, they can still say they love each other.
And he's still really fucking hard. His voice is nothing short of pathetic. ]
[Theo's voice is full of nothing but appreciation for him - for approval of that. Even if Dom wasn't someone who he knows can get it up again quick, Theo wouldn't mind knowing he's made him come like this. It makes him feel appreciated, makes him feel like he's able to give back to Dom what he's given in return. Love, passion, need.
Theo's hand reaches down to feel him over, just to emphasize:]
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I'm— I'm not…
[ I'm not it, but to say that would imply he believes it's true. Dom already said too much just moments ago: I want to hurt you. I want to see your blood and know it was me. I want to be the one who takes it from you. He never said it wants.
Finally, pained, guilty: ]
Because I don't remember. [ He leans back down, forehead against Theo's back, hiding for yet another confession. ] I never remember what [ A beat, ] I do, and I don't know what's real anymore. Which one of me is this supposed to be?
[ The one that hurts Theo and savors his blood in the aftermath. It can't be the part of him that's meant to not be a monster. ]
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Even when you're - that version of yourself, you never really want to hurt me.
[Theo says, at least - from his own perspective on it.]
You can be rough, but that's - that's your nature. I like it. I like the way you care about me, even when you're riled up. You treat me like I'm yours and I like that, Dom. So treat me like that now. Give - give it a taste?
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He bares his teeth, frustrated. His claws relent before they dig in again, a cutting clutch where Theo's neck and shoulder meet to keep him from moving. Dom remembers tasting his blood from moments ago, remembers what he tasted between that girl's legs at prom, head spinning with the desire he struggled with back then and what he sees now; he gives Theo what they both want and punishes him at the same time, teeth sinking deep, anchored in flesh, making a low noise in his throat. He doesn't relax his jaw when he pulls away, tearing skin, panting while his mouth drips with blood and saliva. ]
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Fuck-
[Theo tries to press back against Dom again, finding this sense of - rigidity unwavering; he wants to hurt him back, wants him to feel what he feels. That sigil might a well be burning itself into Theo's skin, mixed with a sweetly masochistic whimper at being at Dom's mercy.]
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This isn't him. It is. He shouldn't want it to be, but it feels like there's nothing else anymore. ]
Say… say it.
[ You treat me like I'm yours isn't enough. ]
You're mine.
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[Theo lets out another hiss through his teeth, feeling the sticky warmth of blood smeared over his skin and the way that Dom is enthralled by it. He likes the feeling of being desirable like that, driving someone wild, even if it's probably a bad idea to indulge this way. But he can't think straight, he just wants that indulgence. So he bows his head, panting, pressing back against Dom.]
I'm yours- I'm yours, Dom. Yours to have. Yours to take.
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Harder - c'mon, yeah, yeah...
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He's panting when he lets go, looking more delirious and bloodthirsty than ever. Sloppily wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, Dom licks Theo's newest wounds like it's a kiss. ]
I love you, [ Muttered, kissing and swiping his tongue. ] I love your blood.
Teddie, I — I need you to hurt me back.
[ His cock twitches. ]
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His magic thrums within him, like a cool trickle of water; it bleeds out through his wounds, through his blood, regenerating his skin beneath Dom's lips in a steady pulse. Meanwhile, Dom is asking him to return this favor and he, panting too, turns to him.]
I can't do what I used to be able to - with the claws, the blood magic. How else - tell me how, and I will.
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Use your teeth.
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[His voice is soft but not quiet - he swallows hard, reaching for Dom to pull him close. He starts with another kiss because the motion of putting his mouth to Dom's neck leads him to that so naturally. But then he starts to nip, starts to bite, testing his teeth against his skin. All the while his magic thrums through him, healing away any marks on his skin before he starts channeling it into something else - for the first time. He wants there to be bite to his bite, so he focuses on that, giving himself a little more power behind the first hard bite of Dom's shoulder. He staggers it, pushing mentally through the block that comes from being in his own head, clamping down tighter still after that.]
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Y-yeah—
[ He shifts, hips against Theo's groin, blindly chasing friction and pressure against the rigid curve of his bulge in slow humps. ]
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I love you- I love you so much.
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I love you.
[ Theo doesn't hate him. Despite the Wrath sigil making everything go wrong, despite the way Dom looks right now, or even what he did to hurt his boyfriend, they can still say they love each other.
And he's still really fucking hard. His voice is nothing short of pathetic. ]
I-I think I'm gonna come.
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[Theo's voice is full of nothing but appreciation for him - for approval of that. Even if Dom wasn't someone who he knows can get it up again quick, Theo wouldn't mind knowing he's made him come like this. It makes him feel appreciated, makes him feel like he's able to give back to Dom what he's given in return. Love, passion, need.
Theo's hand reaches down to feel him over, just to emphasize:]
Come for me.