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He had been betrayed before, of course. That was why. And he had become better, and stronger. Even so, the fear still haunted him. The fear that you would run away too, that you would hurt him, that you wouldn't believe him.
And that was why you fought. He had no idea, but he was your everything, your strength, your will, your fascination. It was for him, and him alone. And your will to show all your feelings and all your revolt for him treating you like the others, as just one more in his hall of users, was what had brought you there.
When Silco grabbed you by the neck, you laughed. At that moment you both realized how much you needed it, needed each other. His good eye, green as grass, didn't believe it, didn't _want_ to believe it. The red, primal one, on the other hand, felt that it should, and that it could.
He loosened the grip between your hand, your neck, and the wall, only to tighten it even harder soon after. You could feel the air missing, but you could still clearly see the eyes that you loved so much, and followed, and would fight for. And that's what he had just seen too. You didn't want to die there, you didn't want to leave them, that was never your goal. You had always fought for him, and you would keep fighting for him, unlike everyone else.
You moved your hands up to the arm that was squeezing you, and walked with great effort all the way to the face of the man who caused you so much feeling. He loosened his grip only to let you breathe very lightly, looking curious to see how far you would go.
Your hands caressed his scarred cheeks, traversing his jaw, then his ear and tangled in his short hair. For some reason, he was carried away by the little tug you had given on his head, and within seconds your mouths touched. Nothing more than that, apart from his now much lighter hand on your neck, now just a touch, and your rapid breathing through your nose from being too long without oxygen.
Everything seemed like a dream. Why did he allow it? What did he see? Had you finally managed to gain the trust of the man you had always admired?
And all thoughts stopped when he moved his hand up from your neck to your chin, lifting your head almost forcibly, only to invade your mouth with his tongue and bring you closer with his other hand wrapped around your waist. And you relaxed, and the chill you had felt before from the fear of your man killing you was replaced by the warmth of finally being recognized. Not because your deeds had been seen, or because your loyalty had been proven. But because, of all people, it was to you that he had decided to show the most raw and carnal side you could imagine, almost even sensitive, you would dare to think.
- You will never be free again. - His voice was hoarse, like someone who hadn't spoken in a long time. - Never again, you understand?
- I never was. I just had the luxury of choosing who I would attach myself to. - You answered in a whisper.
Silco pressed his body to yours, so hard that you could feel his bones. He looked into your eyes as he moved his hand to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.
- You are mine now. You, and only you. Do you understand? Death would be sweeter, but I see you made your choice.
Yes, you had.
He had been betrayed before, of course. But he was giving you a chance, the only one he had left. And you would never leave the man who made you feel alive, and you would never let him be hurt, not again.