11-22-2008, 11:03 PM
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He wanted him to let go. The feeling there – the searing warmth along his scalp – wasn’t the same when it came from him. Pilot got no pleasure out of this sort of pain, this torture, at all. It wasn’t like it was with Hybrid. He suddenly felt like a lamb. "Hybrid keeps me here," he stated matter-of-factly, trying to turn his head so that he could peer towards the door as if he expected his lover to come parading into the shack. "He won’t be happy to see you in here, with your hands on me," he added as a side note. He ignored DaVinci’s last words, closing his eyes and pretending it was Hybrid’s hot breath reaching his skin. It didn’t really work, however, and his silver gaze returned to DaVinci. "Why don’t you leave?" He suggested plainly. Gabriel’s word played at the back of his mind, but Pilot refused to believe them just yet.