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Dis was doing basically nothing but aim to get Marcus in trouble. The hunter was ready to stab the weapon with a runic dagger as yet again, Dis bordered right along being so perverted that they would both be getting beaten by someone’s friend, lover, or fellow Dis victim. At this point, Marcus was willing to call them victims. You didn’t really walk away from Dis not feeling violated in some way after all. What was worse was that being in Cassandra’s room, meant that two hunters and two weapons were going to be stuck together. Dis was pissed but he’d already given enough hints that he wanted to sleep with Marcus. Sleep being a rather objective word. Marcus was not about to have sex with his weapon, golem sex was just- the idea alone made him wince. The fact it was Dis only made it worse.
Sighing the hunter lead the weapon to the room, dreading the fact he was going to have to not only change with Dis in the room, but sleep in the same room as his weapon. Leaving Dis outside the room would just leave the vampire angry. Keeping in the room would just… be... awkward. Marcus was just going to have to put up with awkward. Shoving the vampire in Marcus growled out. “No touching, no comments not that you’d make them and- GIVE ME THAT!” Pulling the phone away from Dis, Marcus blushed as he saw the certain photos on the screen. Dis smirked, eyes going south to Marcus’s pants and what was in said pants.
“God you never stop do you?” Grumbling, Coat was taken off and neatly hung, his boots set by the door. Non invasive, he had tried to use as little space as possible within Cassandra’s room, and the tiny trainee quarters felt even smaller than usual as the vampire watched him. Red in the face, Marcus glanced over, catching red eyes staring at him as he undressed. It would have been flattering had it been Cassandra but no, this was Dis. Finally, pajama pants on, he huffed. “Half surprise you listened to me.”
“I am a pervert, but I do hold a margin of respect for you still my Marcus.” He froze in place, blue eyes darting to red. “… You talking to me now?”
“For a while. I feel it is… only fair. You are letting me have as many liberties as I have.” The vampire began to remove his own coat, setting it by Marcus’s. On the hanger Cassandra used. The action had him pushing Dis, putting on the same rung as his own hunter coat. Dis smiled. “We… need to talk, if for just tonight.”
“Why tonight?” The vampire’s eyes went to the window, the moon just barely visible past the fog and clouds. “It is… a good night. I have not enjoyed the moonlight in a body of my own in a long time. And you are not one for lunar bathing.” Marcus chuckled. “No I’m not. Not on the island anyway.”
Sitting down on the bed Dis hesitated before sitting himself next to Marcus. “I have not forgiven you Marcus.” Dis’s voice was pained, something the hunter hadn’t really heard before. Gingerly, pale fingers found his own, and the vampire pulled Marcus’s hand into his own. It was a slow movement, and the hunter didn’t pull away. Rejection was not taken well, by either of them.
“I can understand that I guess. It was a dumb move on my part.” The vampire gave him a blank look. “No, really?” Marcus scowled, Dis’s lip twitched. “Do you remember our dream?” Not a dream, not his dream, their dream.
“The one with the clock?”
“Yes.” The vampire ran his thumb over Marcus’s skin, black nails contrasting so much to pale skin. “You stand at the precipice of a change, and I have half a mind to stop you.” His voice grew cold, cruel. “I should ruin you, just to break you and have you do what I intended.” The sudden turn had Marcus pull away from the vampire, Blue eyes confused, concerned- wary. “What are you talking about Dis?” The Vampire sneered.
“When we bonded, I sensed a greatness in you. A drive to compete, to survive. To overcome any adversary. Now? Now you simper and fret over a woman who will likely die in three years.” Marcus shied away further as Dis stood. The golem held the weapon’s power. In a battle of strength, even if all his training and bulk, Dis would win.
That in itself, was frightening.
“I recall things. Strange things I cannot place, emotions I don’t know the source of. But I recall why I chose this for myself. I chose power Marcus. Eternal life, even halloweeners die. But this? I could live an eternity. You tell Cass you will her’s forever, but the reality is I have forever, you do not. You’re a human. I am greater and I-“ The was pain in his knuckle as the punch landed. The vampire’s head had snapped to one side. “The ******** is wrong with you?”
“Take care, golems are fragile.” He moved, and Marcus cried out as he was shoved into the wall, hands pinned by a strength Dis didn’t look to have.
“I crave power Marcus. I became this for power. You have the makings of greatness in you, of someone who could obtain that power, use it. You could become something greater. Yet you let your morals hold you back. You believe in honesty. In love. In honor and friendship and in kindness.” The vampire spat the words out like a curse.
“I am done being kind towards you Marcus but no more. I want what your soul promised me, what that mind I saw in the cave showed me you could be. I want that power Marcus. I have been kind until now, but make no mistake, partners we may be, I have not forgive you for your deal with that demon s**t, I will never understand your humanity. You weaken yourself and hold yourself back. But I am not entirely cruel. You can have your Cassandra. You can have your friends, you can have you humanity. But you will give me what I want. You will fight for power. You will get the demon’s claim removed. You will regain each thing you have lost. You will gain more and more until you surpass all others. You knew what I was Marcus. You knew every desire I held when you accepted me in the cove. Now I will collect what is owed to me.” The pure hate the vampire was sending was painful.
But he was right. Dis’s nature was something that always lurked below the surface. It was always there. Always hinting, nudging, demanding, trying to get what it wanted. Loathing when it did not.
And now in a golem, to see the nature that had been so well hidden up close scared the hunter. He’d chosen Dis so he could drive himself forward, to better survive. Still- “I don’t owe you s**t.” A wince as the grip on his wrists tightened. “You owe me everything you are Marcus. You are mine. Every thought, every breath, every cell, every atom, every tear, drop of blood and seed- You belong to me. I share only as I allow. I am not a devil Marcus, I can be reasoned with, but you knew what I was, acting like you never expected this does you nothing.” A smile, fangs suddenly more frightening then Marcus had ever considered them.
“I’m not a demon nor a devil, but I can mark you. Remind you what you agreed to when you accepted me.” Fear, raw fear rolled off of Marcus as pain dotted his vision. He could feel blood running down his side, cooling as the golem drank. Once, twice he swallowed the blood, pulling away slowly, letting Marcus go.
Immediately Marcus grabbed his scarf, pressing it to the wound. Far enough down that it would go unnoticed, high enough on his neck that he’d feel it. Marcus didn’t need to think about it. The wound would scar. There was blood on Dis’s chin, drops of it on his vest and shirt. A hand in his hair pulling Marcus off the ground, the hunter touched the bracelet and both froze. Dis moved first, letting the hunter go.
“You mine Marcus. So often you forget that. Consider that mark, that scar, a reminder. I permit you to have you little happiness. To have your Cassandra, to have your friends. I allow it. But when they are gone, you will be mine. Completely mine.” His smile, cold, manipulative, and now the hunter realized the final part of that smile. Possessive.
“I love you, my sweet Marcus, I love you in a way I cannot describe. I loved another once. I remember that much. I remember the pain of loss, of rejection. We both know that pain if in different forms. But I love you so dearly. And what I love in this life I plan to keep. I will not let you be free of me.” He leaned down, and Marcus flinched, fingers still on the bracelet. A smile, Dis gave it a glance. “I love you my darling Marcus, and I would give you everything that I am.” The slightest press of lips, the taste of copper blood, his own blood.
“But my love comes with a price. Remember that.” The golem removed his coat, acting like nothing had happened between them.
“Good night Marcus. Sleep well.” As the weapon left his hunter, bleeding on the floor, Marcus’s hands were shaking.
Dis had unnerved him when they first met, the vampire’s playful nature hiding something darker, something he knew would give him the freedom and power he wanted in the end. He’d forgotten that with every power came a price.
And now, he was unsure if he was willing to pay.
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