Hands crept up his spine, hands that could tear a man apart, could plunge a dagger or loose an arrow. Hands that knew the embrace of death. His skin shivered in response, body cresting its wave of anger and sorrow, black lips writhing as rust-hued fingers tangled in his dark raven locks.
A muffled sound arose from the other, hot breath and noise seeping into the cream fur of his chest and throat, and Sirius hated it. Hated such a sound. His grasp was unrelenting, claws digging into the hot flesh of the other man, body seeking to claim and absorb him. The eagle moved with a force of his own, and Sirius' head was pulled back by his hair, releasing the other man's face to this dark nighttime world.
I'm sorry. Unable to resist, Sirius flinched; His eyes darting shut for a moment, black lips peeling up, tall ears flattening. This was worse than a punch, worse than a bite, worse than any physical wound the other could have given. This refusal to engage, inability to take the bait that the serpent offered. They could fight, and be filled with mad glee from their physical pain and exhaustion - So evenly matched were they, that they could fight for all eternity, and the world would spin around them and leave them well alone.
But this time, Ezekiel would not fight him. He blinked rapidly, trying not to hold that transfixing gaze, every muscle rebelling as he remained tensed and brutally locked. But the next words the golden son spoke were his undoing, and suddenly the man's rigid fury abated, pulled back out with the tide. All that was left was the glaze of shock - Like an amputee still feeling for the limb that had been lost, Sirius reached with his mind, reached out into the world and beyond, and knew that he was now truly alone.
A strange spasm made his tall, lean frame twitch, claws releasing their biting hold on the other, limbs sliding until cream hands and elegant fingers gently framed that terrible, smiling face. "Così sia," He muttered, claws dipping into locks of soft, light gold, losing themselves there. "You have damned us both," and the King leaned in, brushing his muzzle against the other's.
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