[ wash hangs on every word, and he absolutely fucking hates that he does.
he knows himself, has been perfectly aware from the start that he was drawn to felix in some awful, bone-deep way. it's not really about how he shouldn't be, because he's long ago accepted that being a good, better person isn't really in the cards for him. he just knew felix wouldn't hesitate to use it. the same way wash had cut through to what he knew he needed to do to weaken felix, too, on chorus. to weaken them both.
knowing doesn't make it go away, though. it just makes him a little different from any other fry chasing the bait -- he can see the jaws, feel the teeth. it doesn't matter. he's here. ]
Once I tied you up and fucked your mouth with a pistol and made you lick the barrel until you came.
[ and then he'd slapped him, dragged him up by the hair, shoved him face down against the floor to come inside him. ]
( hook, line, sinker. it would've felt good once. satisfying. now, felix stares impassively out his window from his apartment in the down and lights another cigarette. )
i want you on top of me i want your hands on my throat i want you to fuck me stupid i want you to lick your cum out of me
[ this fucker. it still works, wash is turned on as hell reading it, and even if he's half-expecting the turn it still hits him a little in his chest. ]
Rig needed patching up after you put a knife through it. You know as well as I do that shit's not easy to fix.
[ even the very first thing he did in this city, the warm welcome that felix had been so kind to give him, had involved felix nearly driving a knife into his throat. and he'd walked away from that painfully turned on, too. ]
I told him that you had plenty of motive to kill me. He knew enough to take an educated guess.
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he knows himself, has been perfectly aware from the start that he was drawn to felix in some awful, bone-deep way. it's not really about how he shouldn't be, because he's long ago accepted that being a good, better person isn't really in the cards for him. he just knew felix wouldn't hesitate to use it. the same way wash had cut through to what he knew he needed to do to weaken felix, too, on chorus. to weaken them both.
knowing doesn't make it go away, though. it just makes him a little different from any other fry chasing the bait -- he can see the jaws, feel the teeth. it doesn't matter. he's here. ]
Once I tied you up and fucked your mouth with a pistol and made you lick the barrel until you came.
[ and then he'd slapped him, dragged him up by the hair, shoved him face down against the floor to come inside him. ]
What the fuck do you want, Felix?
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i want you on top of me
i want your hands on my throat
i want you to fuck me stupid
i want you to lick your cum out of me
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captain bialar crais
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Rig needed patching up after you put a knife through it. You know as well as I do that shit's not easy to fix.
What did he tell you?
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Aren't you surprised you haven't killed me yet?
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you tell him what you did? back on chorus?
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[ even the very first thing he did in this city, the warm welcome that felix had been so kind to give him, had involved felix nearly driving a knife into his throat. and he'd walked away from that painfully turned on, too. ]
I told him that you had plenty of motive to kill me. He knew enough to take an educated guess.