"I left you," Yoongi pointed out, since maybe he hadn't dragged their emotions around enough yet. It hurt worse than any torture, not that he didn't watch Ten right now with a lot of apprehension. It was one thing to be tortured by some nameless henchman, he didn't want to be hurt by Ten instead. "I'm not yours anymore. You are just angry because you know you can't make me yours. Like my head is going to satisfy you."
"I can make you mine. You will be mine. Forever and ever. Even when you're dead, I'll have your remains. No one else will be able to get near or touch them." Joyously, he rolled Yoongi onto his back and sat on his legs, rolling up his shirt to look at the pale skin of his back. "You will always belong to me. You, them, everyone. I rule this country, it's mine. So is everything here. Mine, mine, mine."
He smirked and then lowered the knife, crudely cutting a T into his back as best he could. "You're mine."
"Great. Are you going to cuddle my corpse? How sane of you." Yoongi might have said more, but he was too busy gritting his teeth and hissing, not wanting to give in and scream in pain. The concept of being marked by Ten bothered him less than it should, but that didn't make the physical action hurt any less.
He turned his head to the side, breathing heavily. "Fuck."
"I won't cuddle your corpse but I will keep it until it's gross, you know? I don't want to be weird about it." Ten mumbled as he slowly finished his markings and sat back, licking the blood off the blade merrily. He had crudely written his name, awkwardly carved into Yoongi's back, leaving a very clear mark of ownership.
"T E N. Ten." He traced his fingers under the name and giggled playfully. "I should have done this sooner."
"Yes. Sure. All my many other lovers would have been so confused." Yoongi rolled his eyes. Still being childish, giggling and playing. Ten was winning his game, at least inside his mind. He supposed that was at least something he could give him, some triumph. One way or another, Yoongi feared what fate had in store for his king. He still wished to protect him, but he doubted his ability to do so. For the greater good. "Are you done yet?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Ten sighed and cleaned the knife on Yoongi's shirt before lazily tossing it on the table. It bounced off the surface and fell to the back but he didn't pay any attention. Instead, he got to his feet and stretched lazily before looking down at Yoongi and enjoying him like this. Submitting to him. It felt nice.
"Enjoy your last few hours. Your execution will be a delight." He was hurting, deeply trouble at the idea of killing Yoongi but if he didn't, he'd never get him. No, he stood no chance with him but this way, he'd get to keep pieces of him. And no one else could ever have him. "See you soon."
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He smirked and then lowered the knife, crudely cutting a T into his back as best he could. "You're mine."
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He turned his head to the side, breathing heavily. "Fuck."
Eloquent.
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"T E N. Ten." He traced his fingers under the name and giggled playfully. "I should have done this sooner."
It would have made him more satisfied at least.
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"Enjoy your last few hours. Your execution will be a delight." He was hurting, deeply trouble at the idea of killing Yoongi but if he didn't, he'd never get him. No, he stood no chance with him but this way, he'd get to keep pieces of him. And no one else could ever have him. "See you soon."