[This is why Silco himself is so dangerous. Not just because of his actions in the criminal sphere, or his ruthlessness. It's because of the way he settles so easily under his skin. He is punishment. He's a bad man. And he is also the perfect man to stand as a testament to what Vergilius deserves. His wretched mirror, who can hurt him as much as he can hurt him back.]
[They both deserve a place in hell. So why, just why, does this action of holding him in his arms feels so heavenly? Why does this man's sounds, his gasps, haunt his dreams to turn them into something he's been desperate to repeat again and again?]
[He murmurs at the hand in his hair, but it's Silco's question that makes him lift his head up to stare at him. Will he remember?]
Of course. Maybe one day, I'll cover every inch of you.
[And with that, he's sinking his teeth a little into the man's shoulder, sucking a welt into him to add to the list. Even so, he hardly wants to remain still, tugging them towards the direction of the bed.]
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[They both deserve a place in hell. So why, just why, does this action of holding him in his arms feels so heavenly? Why does this man's sounds, his gasps, haunt his dreams to turn them into something he's been desperate to repeat again and again?]
[He murmurs at the hand in his hair, but it's Silco's question that makes him lift his head up to stare at him. Will he remember?]
Of course. Maybe one day, I'll cover every inch of you.
[And with that, he's sinking his teeth a little into the man's shoulder, sucking a welt into him to add to the list. Even so, he hardly wants to remain still, tugging them towards the direction of the bed.]