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His other self’s hands trailed over their thighs.
Watching his motions with his eyes, there’s a certain pit in Azure’s stomach at witnessing someone else touch his lover in such a way. With such familiarity. With such cruelty as he squeezes their scarred flesh. Even if they are the same person.
Especially if they are the same person. He can’t imagine ever wanting to hurt Two Time, especially in such a vulnerable state. His hands force their trembling legs apart. Azurewrath’s face and their own eyes are both trained on their partner’s gasping expression. Or perhaps enthralled would be a better word if he had the nerve to suggest he was deriving any kind of enjoyment from seeing tears gather in Two Time’s eyes.
They look overwhelmed. And, that horribly observant part of them adds, hopeful for more.
More? Why would they want more of this treatment? What does this twisted version of him have to offer that his current self doesn’t have?
He scans over Azurewrath’s figure. He’s taller, more muscular, and healthier than Azure had ever looked in all his memory of being alive. A confident smirk lights up his face as he delights in how he can push Two Time this way and that with no resistance.
He grips their jaw and forces them to meet his gaze. Two Time melts in his hands. They shudder out a pleased sigh. They smile as their fingertips go to his wrist, like they’re in a dream.
Azurewrath pulls away from their touch, eyes flickering with something.
He wants to scream, do something, be rid of these ties that bind him, because he would have given up anything for them to look at him like that. To look in his eyes and think only of him. To hold him without shame and hesitation clouding their judgement. And this imposter, after receiving such a rare gesture, pushes them away? He burns with something right at the tip of his tongue.
His restraints, a long strip of black vine, digs its thorns into him the more he grows agitated. He’s worked so hard to even live in Two Time’s presence without the snide remarks of their siblings in faith following them. How is this fair? How could The Spawn let such injustice happen?
… What did it take to get their love?
His tentacles keep their thighs apart with a bruising grip when they struggle under him. Azure’s breath hitches. He looks strong enough to break their bones, and there is enough violence in his face to make them worry, but something possesses him to restrain himself.
With his freed hands, he pulls at the fabric of his pants just enough so he can push himself into them and wring out a stuttering, surprised whimper.
He’s met with resistance. Too much resistance, and Azure realizes with a start that the other hadn’t prepared Two Time at all. Cold blood rushes through Azure. It’s no wonder, then, why they whine every time he rolls his hips into them. Their hands hesitate, and go to clutch the bedsheets for some kind of purchase. Impatiently he pushes them past the point of comfort, and getting a little bit deeper inside every time as if to reward his greed.
“Two Time—!” He hates how similar his voice sounds to the other. He hates how Two Time reacts, shivering out a sob.
Tears trickle down their face. Their head is thrown back into the mattress, spine curling in an unpleasant angle, tail flicking out from where their own weight crushes it, and they must be in pain. Azurewrath is being so horrible to them, they must hate it. They should be crying out, screaming so this heartless killer can’t continue this treatment, but they bite their lips shut. Apart from a muffled groan, they are silent like the most perfect angel in the world accepting all the filthy and human desires he has.
He needs to help them, he needs to do something, but.
He finds himself paralyzed. Even if there weren’t these vines strangling the middle of his body and drenching him in the overpowering scent of death, he wouldn’t know what to do. His heartbeat picks up from merely watching them. What was he thinking? How could he stop retribution for a sin he didn’t even know about, hadn’t even experienced?
He didn’t understand any of this. Perhaps that was why it felt so inevitable. Maybe that explained why he always felt so powerless when it came to Two Time, if every action he made was always fated to culminate into…
Like karma incarnate, he forced them open to receive and receive with a gaping mouth.
Better yet, he was an executioner in the way he brought them closer to the gallows created only by their hips meeting, and Two Time was pushing themselves back into every thrust forward like they welcomed death. As if they had no fear at all. As if they were enjoying themself, shoulders twitching as blood trickled down their thighs, moans slipping past their lips that were running more and more high pitched, until—
They came. Azure knows even as he looks away from the scene. Their voice shakes and breaks in time with the desperate beating of his pulse in his ears. They struggle to breathe properly, or even speak in anything more coherent than the syllables of his name. It’s horrible. It’s sacred.
“Fuck.” He barely registers Azurewrath’s reaction, or perhaps it’s his own, because his throat feels gravelly enough to produce such a low sigh.
Two Time trails off into huffs that only seem to go faster, so he steals a glance and sees himself still fucking into the wreckage of Two Time’s body. Their head is rolled to the side, pliant and docile and turned on despite their release dripping down their body. His eyes go wide, itching under his skin.
And they wonder to themself why why why Two Time would let this happen. Why Two Time loved his cruelty. Why another version of him had the nerve to keep going, selfishly chasing a high from their sore body. Why Azure felt uncomfortably warm whenever he imagined himself in that position, totally discarding all his care for Two Time so he can get what he wants. That’s a horrible thing to want. He doesn’t want to be a horrible person.
“I’m close, Azure,” they sob it in the sweetest way. His head perks up instinctively and traitorously hoping, but their eyes are fixed on only one person in the room. The one in control. The only one that matters.
Even in a competition against himself, he can’t win.
“Again? What a slut you are. Acting like you weren’t begging for this...” His voice is a sharp contrast. Full of venom. Violence. Hatred, he would say if Azurewrath wasn’t rocking himself so eagerly into their tightness.
“Sorry, I— Please forgive me.” They barely sound coherent, words punctuated by whimpers and eyes rolling back.
“You don’t mean that at all.”
“I do! I do, so…”
“Then prove it. Prove how goddamn sorry you are by showing your bitch of a boyfriend how much you still love him.”
Their eyes finally acknowledge him, and he fidgets under their attention. He doesn’t want to be seen like this, sweaty and disheveled and an obstacle to their love. He almost wishes they weren’t so obedient.
(Almost, because some part of him relishes in how they hesitantly unwrap their legs around Azurewrath’s hips. He watches them with a morbid fascination, knowing whatever he sees will make him sick to his stomach.
They twist their body around so he can get an undeniable view of them. Their back entrance is visibly tense, smeared with a mix of their blood and his fluids. He feels crazy for thinking about how well Azurewrath forced them open, how he carved himself deep into them in a way Azure was never able to do. How he leaves their legs trembling, clenching around the memory of him inside of them. The opening right above it drools with their release. Untouched.)
“Azure,” they whisper distantly, and he can’t parse which one they are talking about. If he values his own sanity, he shouldn’t keep looking at them.
But it doesn’t matter. Whichever Azure they are trying to reach out to, they still draw out a visceral reaction from his body. His pants are so tight it’s pathetic. His head is swimming and he can’t think and he swears this is all because of those nightshades blooming around the vines restraining him. If he were more lucid, he wouldn’t stoop to such lows. He wouldn’t… He…
Azurewrath, him yet blatantly not him in all the ways that matter, steals them away before he can form another thought. They seat themself inside of Two Time and, digging their claws into their back, come inside of them. Like a declaration of ownership.
His heart sinks. Two Time cries out, overjoyed. Their legs squeeze around Azurewrath and push their hips together like a kiss. He pants, breath fanning over their lips. Their eyes flutter shut. They lean in expectantly. They’re so close.
Their chests heave, Two Time still having that wrecked look in their face. They’re close.
He’s looking at him. Daring him. If he truly wants to save them, now is his chance, isn’t it? If he wants to touch and love and possess them…
And he can’t. He jerks his head away. It’s sickening. Witnessing Two Time and how readily they take this, and then taking turns as if they’re… Seeing them with another is… This is…
He curls in on himself, trying to fight off the waves of nausea and horrible desire. Two Time… Does not belong to him.
They belong to a different time, with all the events that Azure has yet to experience and all the effects it entails. He knew from the beginning they had a higher purpose. A fate far greater than his own. Judging by the wings twitching out from under them and the halo gently illuminating them, they must have fulfilled it.
They are different from the Two Time he knows.
His heart lurches as his gaze falls onto the necklace that sits at the center of their chest, a symbol carved into the charm. It’s somehow more pristine than the day they got it. Their hand closes over it once more, as if to shield its holiness from their sinful desires.
Shouldn’t Azure be happy? Shouldn’t they be glad that someone like Two Time still takes the time to bother even looking at someone as lowly as him? Shouldn’t he be happy that, just like they promised, they would still love him?
…
But that’s all excuses, ones that he was too happy to believe. It’s not really him, is it? They know it in their bones and in the reverent way Two Time grasps his waist like they will defile him. Like they will defile the image they have of him in their mind. Like they will defile The Spawn and everything It stands for.
Their smile twitches for a second. It’s enough to tell him that he can still read them as easily as before.
They haven’t changed at all.