You want to make him bend.
You want to watch him break, bleed, into you and for you. You want to look into his eyes and see yourself reflected there, you want him to know that what he is, what you are, is written indelibly there, from your hand. You want him to know that you could blot his name from the sky if you so chose, and he would want you to, beg you to, because that is your will and what drives his soul. You want him to bite and snap at you, to tear at your skin with his fingers and words so that you know he wants you to break him. You want him to know that he desires your attention on him, your intense focus directed at him. You want him to look outside at the dark night and feel black leather against his skin, because you put it there.
You want to hear him growl and snarl, test his bonds and know they are tight, to look at what he thinks he wants and let him know that only you have the power to give it to you. You want to watch the hard, tense line of his back go lax with obeisance because he knows it is what you want and he wants to give you that.
You want to bite the sneer from his face and draw pain from his eyes. You want to hear his cries and the sounds he makes and let him know that you drew those from his lips, that he made them for you.
This is important to you, because you have nothing else now. Your world came tumbling down like a stack of cards, and you never knew you were that vulnerable. You always expected it, though, a prickle you couldn't quite rid yourself of.
It surprises you that he stayed, but less so when you remember that he has nothing else but you now, either. It's not something either of you would have chosen, doomed immortals with laughable consciences. Neither of you wanted to end up together. But then, the fates have always conspired against you. Take away the buildings, your resources, your purposes. Take away their women, and what do you have? Each other.
Strangely, that seems to be enough. You were glad when he came to you, stood beside you in the rubble of your farce of a life and spat on the ruins of a time gone by. It was nice to have someone who understood that, although things couldn't last forever, you apparently could.
And so when you take off his coat carefully, his wary eyes tracking your every movement, when you push him down and over, when you make him *bend,* you are grateful that you don't have to spend this eternity alone. Even he is better than no one.
As the fire overtakes the sky, you take him in retaliation, because in truth, you care for him that much.
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