[ the urge to argue is strong, but david ignores it. evan doesn't need to know what's on his mind, especially not when david is specifically looking to not think for a little while. if evan wants to think he's the most important man in the world then so be it. ]
[ the walk over doesn't take long, it never does anymore, sometimes it feels like getting across the estate takes longer than getting to it. maybe if david didn't insist of disarming as few traps as possible as if evan would appreciate it or something, but it's just how he manages the journey now, anybody who saw him could probably note the confidence in how david treks across the estate. slow and steady all the way to the mineshaft, but no less confident as he steps around debris and leaf litter and grassy patches. ]
[ at the workshop he knocks the door once with a knuckle to announce himself and pushes it open. glances down just to make sure somebody didn't decide to be a funny guy by setting a trap just inside the door before he steps through and into the place, shrugging out of his jacket as he moves to lean against a workbench and wait for evan to finish up whatever he's doing. ]
[ david doesn't argue, or fuck around more trying to get a rise out of him. that says to evan that he's serious, for once, and the straight to the point nature of it takes off that edge of permanent suspicion at least for a little while.
when david finds him - and if he knew how easily david crossed his territory, how confidently he did it, he'd be too furious to even humor this - evan's working on a mask. not his normal one, which he's wearing, but a different one. metal instead of bone. it's just out of the forge that doubles as a furnace, going from white-hot to bright orange, and evan's hammering out the inside to make it fit a little better.
he doesn't hear the knock but he does see the door open and glances over, pausing until he sees david, and then goes back to his work. he doesn't rush, but he doesn't finish completely, either. he finishes up the work on the inside and opts to leave the outside until later.
then he turns and watches david, more than a little suspicious of him asking outright but also not going to assume he was lying. ]
[ david watches him work, curious about the mask but not enough to ask about it. he can't help but think that a mask forged like that seems kind of uncomfortable, but then again how much does evan seem to care about a little discomfort. ]
[ he looks up at evan at the question, halfway aware he's being a lot more... serious? dour? about this than usual, but it is what it is. david shrugs a shoulder, turning a little to dump his jacket on the bench behind him. ]
A lot.
[ david pauses, thinking for a brief moment on how forthcoming to be, and then as he goes on he pulls his shirt off to dump it with his jacket. nonchalant, unbothered. ]
[ just need to not think. he's familiar with that, especially coming from survivors. maybe it should irritate him that he's being used like this, but is it really being used when he's benefiting from it like this?
he sets down the hammer and mask to let it cool and considers his options. david's already shirtless. part of him wonders what happened to drive him out here this fast, but he doesn't ask about it. survivor infighting is most likely and he couldn't give less of a shit about that.
after a few seconds, he reaches a decision, and jerks his head toward the back of the workshop. ]
This way.
[ in the back - but not too far back - there's a couple of doors. mostly broken, or jammed, or boarded up. but he pushes one open for david to head into first, and it's very clearly a room that shouldn't be there, because they're underground but it has windows. fully boarded up, but still there. there's also an ancient, dusty bed, clearly barely used.
why this room is down here never made sense to him. when the place came over, some things went wrong, he figured. something got mixed up. he can't imagine it was deliberate, because he doesn't sleep, and the frequency with which he uses this room for other activities is rare.
he waits for david to go in first, then picks up a coil of rope on a crate just outside the door before he follows. ]
[ david raises his eyebrows in surprise and confusion at the instruction. he'd just expected something rough and quick, get both of them off and let him focus on the warmth and calm (and realistically the aches and pains too) for a little bit. it had occurred to david that maybe evan would turn him down since in truth he has no idea what evan even gets out of this except the opportunity to nut in someone who pisses him off — there definitely doesn't seem to be any actual attraction there, which is in itself a weird and bitter pill for david who's pretty used to people finding him attractive to say the least — but he's pretty sure he'd need at least three doctorates to begin diving into evan's psyche and why he does anything. ]
[ it's just not like he can ask anyone else for this, for a whole host of reasons. so here he is. ]
[ despite the fact that his brain is screaming at him that this is stupid and dangerous, moreso than being here anyway already is. david goes toward the back, to that door without giving in to a little of how nosey he wants to be. probably a good thing, because he sure wouldn't have expected this. ]
[ sure, okay, david got the implication there were rooms down here from shit evan's said before, but he steps into the room and then glances back at the door with a confused frown. but then is it really any weirder than a flight of stairs leading down from the inside of a space shuttle to a rickety, bloodstained murder basement? or a desert that rains ink from the floor to the sky? ]
[ that said, it's still not a very inviting scene. david raises his eyebrows at the bed, arms folded over his chest, holding in every sarcastic little comment that flits through his mind. even if a callback to calling evan miss havisham seems particularly appealing right now. ]
[ david's hesitation makes sense, but it still gets on evan's nerves. even if he doesn't say anything. even if he doesn't even turn to look at evan, just watches the old bed with its dusty sheets. he can just tell.
under the circumstances, evan elects not to let the insult get to him. ]
You want to do this on the floor?
[ sure, there's the workshop with the workbenches, but if david's got as much energy to burn off as he claims, then this will probably work better.
he keeps the rope out of sight for now, hidden just behind himself. the light from the workshop at his back means he's cutting most of it out of the room; there is a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling, and it works, but he's not planning to use it. they don't need light for this. ]
[ david glances back, an internal sense of of course when he sees evan standing backlit, obscuring most of the light coming into the room. it seems insane to him to have a bed and leave it unused enough to be dusty, almost offensivein a way, but whatever. he's fucked in much worse places than this. ]
[ he turns back and starts walking over to the bed, working his belt open and popping open the button on his jeans. ]
[ definitely a rising sense of dread about this whole thing. ]
[ which is also the truth. but mostly, the plan that occurred to him watching david half-strip in his workshop will be easier this way.
he waits until david's closer to the bed to approach behind him. he doesn't strike until he's close - and it's a fast move, faster than might be expected of a man who can wait ages for the right prey to stumble into a trap.
he snags david close to the elbows, shoves him forward, down onto the bed with a knee grinding against his spine if he can manage it. he knows he has to be quick about this because david will go from zero to a thousand in half a second and try to rip him apart. there's more than one way to burn off energy.
his attempt is to get david's arms behind his back and keep them there with the rope. he's not bad with knots, but there's a difference between tying up a dead or unconscious body and trying to tie down someone very much alive, awake, and furious. ]
[ evan approaching doesn't particularly alarm david, he even relaxes minutely almost as if in invitation, tilts his head to say something in response--
and then he's being grabbed and shoved down onto the bed. ]
--the fuck?!
[ it ends up ground out into the bedding, david straining and bucking to try and throw evan off. he tries to rock his body to the side, but the knee down on his spine along with evan's grip on his arms stops him managing to get enough momentum. he snarls, goes still for a moment but it's just to try and gather himself enough to buck evan off. ]
[ until he feels the slide of the rope against his skin anyway, and then david's back to straining against evan's hold, snarling and swearing as he bucks, tries to pull his arms free, stop evan from binding his arms. anything to stop evan tying him up. ]
[ he's only got a few chances here. david's strong enough to force him off if he's not fast, and given the circumstances, he doesn't actually want to hurt him bad enough to end this quickly.
evan tries to work david's arms so he can get them crossed against his back, and then get both wrists in one hand of his own. it'll be just about enough to free up his other hand to get the rope started, wound tight around david's forearms. keeping him restrained without cutting off circulation or cutting into his skin. but it's difficult, because david's trying everything he can to get free.
if he can just get it wound tight enough once or twice, he can free up both hands to tie him up properly. it'll cost him - he's sure he's about to get hit in the face with something, skull or elbow or otherwise - but it'll work. ]
[ david has no care for his personal safety beyond making sure this doesn't happen. he throws his head back when he thinks he feels evan close enough to hit, pulls a knee up to try and give himself leverage to push up under him, buck evan off that way. ]
[ nothing he does manages to stop evan securing the rope around his arms though, and it drives david fucking insane to think he couldn't stop him, he pulls against the ropes, a low noise rumbling out of him in frustration and anger at both of them. he knew he shouldn't have come in here but of course he did. what a fucking idiot. ]
[ the headbutt almost gets him - if he wasn't wearing the mask it'd be worse. and that final buck almost throws him off enough that he lets go, with only one leg to support him, but he manages to stay put just long enough to get the rope fixed.
from there it's a lot easier to knot it and tie it more firmly, so david's forearms are locked together behind his back. he can tell this isn't what david was expecting and probably not what he wanted. but he came here of his own volition. asked for a favor. he'll get it - just in the way evan wants it. ]
Said you had a lot of energy to burn.
[ he steps back, just enough to see his work. tying people up isn't what he normally goes for. there's usually no point when the people down here are down here by choice, and he's usually got more than enough strength to keep them in place. but it costs him one or both hands if he does it like that.
this way, david can't try to rush things if he gets impatient. or desperate. whichever comes first. ]
[ he's still struggling, trying to pull his arms through the rope and getting nothing but bruises and rope burn for his trouble. ]
Asked if you wanted to fuck, not if you wanted to practice some basement bondage.
[ he's gonna kill him. david's gonna get out of this and smash his fucking face in. david snarls, tries to buck evan off again. unsurprisingly fucking furious. ]
[ evan drops his leg from david's back, then shoves david further up onto the bed before letting go. with his freedom of movement seriously curtailed, even if david gets up he won't be able to get far or do much, a fact evan's counting on as he kicks the door and then pries his boots off.
the door doesn't fully shut, leaving the room just barely lit by the semidarkness from the workshop. there's a lot of silhouettes. a lot of edges. it doesn't bother evan, who has the better vantage point and dark vision, and he's not sure david's going to care given the other problems on hand. ]
Yeah. You did.
[ he works at the strap connecting the waders to the hook in his shoulder, grimacing when it comes free. ]
[ it takes some effort, but david manages to get as far as up on his knees while evan's getting undressed. turns on the spot to look at him, still pulling. twisting his arms to try and loosen the rope or get his hands in a useful position. ]
Fuck you. Sneakin' up 'cause you know I'd never agree to this shit.
[ it's a forgone conclusion, david would have to move faster than he's capable of to get out of this rope before evan's back on him — though the thought of just launching himself at evan appeals for a moment before he realises the reality would be very different to the fantasy in his mind. ]
[ he can voice his displeasure though, a sneer creeping into his expression. too angry to consider his words and how they'd go over before they're out of his mouth. ]
[ he means, should have listened when they were fighting for this, violent, hateful, him trying to keep david still and david deciding to take matters into his own hands anyway. being tied up is probably preferable to a broken wrist.
but that was a while ago. as evan feels out the other clasp, he pauses, the words cowardly behavior pinging off the inside of his skull like a bullet. normally he'd go for the throat over that, but david's rage is a little more intense and directed than he was expecting.
of course, he'd be the same way. but they're different. right? ]
You wanna touch me that bad?
[ it's only half a joke. why else would david insist his hands be free? other than the fact that he's down here with a mass murderer and has almost no way to defend himself. ]
[ david has no idea what evan's referring to, but that's no surprise when the man holds on to every perceived slight like it's something precious. he doesn't care to try and figure it out either, scoffing at the question when they both know it's not that simple. at least he'd assume they both do. ]
[ sure david's a tactile person, sure he likes keeping his hands on evan, but that's not the issue. he keeps trying to force these little acts of submission out of david, constantly pushing against that boundary because the second he slips even an inch that's an invitation to take as much ground as he wants. ]
Right now? Yeah. [ he says it like it's a threat, like he can do anything in this position. ] Wanna beat your fuckin' face in you fuckin' prick.
[ he lets the waders drop, and considers his options. ]
So you're sayin' you wouldn't try to tie my ass up if you had the chance.
[ he closes back in. pulls the mask off as he gets closer, almost without thinking (almost without realizing he's doing it because of how antsy he's seen david get about him wearing it while they fuck before), and drops it on the piled leather on the floor.
he can half-see david and gets him by the rope, tugs him back onto the bed properly, hooks his fingers in the back of his pants and tugs them down. it's a careful move, with him trying to do it fast to avoid being kicked. ]
[ you know, not as surprise bondage. at least david likes to think he's not quite that much of an asshole. not that he's ever even going to have that opportunity or one like it anyway, something david tries not to think about too much. ]
[ instinctively he moves away just a bit when evan approaches, trying in vain to maintain some distance between them. an annoyed noise slipping out when evan closes in and pulls him by the rope, when he pulls down david's pants and david kicks out, tries again to wriggle out of the binding and away from evan to no avail. ]
[ he dodges the kick, but between the outright desire to get away and the snarled comment, evan, possibly for the first time in his life, actually stops.
was this a good idea? does it matter? david came to him outright, not just on a visit but with a deliberate intention, asking about this. if he doesn't want to do it evan's way, that's his problem. but their ... what they have is fragile, and he knows it. killing each other doesn't seem to damage it much, but other things could.
he never would have stopped before. and he's sure it'll work fine after a while. but. ]
You really hate this that bad? How's it any different from me holdin' you down?
[ david isn't sure how to explain this, or if it's even worth it with evan. that he doesn't like these things that make him feel somehow weaker or powerless, like he has to give in to something so much stronger than him. he's sure that feels great for evan, but david can't fucking stand it. ]
[ it's a surprise that evan stopped though, one that makes david frown and raise a brow in confusion. ]
Who said I liked that either?
[ he got off that time, sure. he'd probably get off this time too. he's really not sure what could stop him short of stopping the whole thing altogether, david's easy that way. it doesn't necessarily mean he likes everything that's happening outside the actual fucking. ]
[ most people don't like the loss of control, he knows, but not to this degree. maybe they get that he's going to overpower them anyway and just give up. something david won't - maybe can't - do. it would make sense, given that he knows he can kill evan.
untying david now won't make things any better, he's certain. plus he doesn't want to. but, despite everything else in him, he's not quite sure he wants to piss david off this badly during this, since it might mean he won't come back. ]
Not-- [ wow, that caught him off. david clears his throat, glances aside for a second. ] Not to finish, no.
[ it's almost comical the way having to address that instantly makes david deflate. it's both mortifying to directly acknowledge that evan's made him come untouched more than once, that he really only seems to be getting better at it, but also to tell someone who is that consistently good that he doesn't like what he's doing feels crazy to him. ]
[ there's a lot that plays into it, things david is only slightly aware of. he doesn't like being restrained, he likes being able to touch. he doesn't trust evan. ]
You're gonna do whatever you want, so fuckin'-- [ he makes to gesture, but obviously his hands are still bound so that doesn't go anywhere. ]
[ he's still gonna fight about it, but he'd rather just get on with it than sit around talking about it. ]
[ for another long few seconds, evan debates what his next action should be. but he's not that complicated of a man, at the heart of things. david's arguing and fighting but he isn't saying, out right, don't do this.
besides, he lost half the anger just addressing the idea of what's already happened. it's probably some internal struggle. god knows the survivors (and half the killers) have enough of those to kill half the realm.
he jerks david's pants down, half-helps to get them off and half lets david manage it on his own, ready to avoid another kick that he suspects is coming. only then does he let go of the rope and flatten his hand against david's back just above where his arms are. ]
I'm sure you'll get me back.
[ or at least try. there's enough shit that goes down in trials that he's certain david won't let this lie no matter how good it ends up being. ]
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yeah, right.
in the workshop.
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[ the urge to argue is strong, but david ignores it. evan doesn't need to know what's on his mind, especially not when david is specifically looking to not think for a little while. if evan wants to think he's the most important man in the world then so be it. ]
[ the walk over doesn't take long, it never does anymore, sometimes it feels like getting across the estate takes longer than getting to it. maybe if david didn't insist of disarming as few traps as possible as if evan would appreciate it or something,
but it's just how he manages the journey now, anybody who saw him could probably note the confidence in how david treks across the estate. slow and steady all the way to the mineshaft, but no less confident as he steps around debris and leaf litter and grassy patches. ]
[ at the workshop he knocks the door once with a knuckle to announce himself and pushes it open. glances down just to make sure somebody didn't decide to be a funny guy by setting a trap just inside the door before he steps through and into the place, shrugging out of his jacket as he moves to lean against a workbench and wait for evan to finish up whatever he's doing. ]
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when david finds him - and if he knew how easily david crossed his territory, how confidently he did it, he'd be too furious to even humor this - evan's working on a mask. not his normal one, which he's wearing, but a different one. metal instead of bone. it's just out of the forge that doubles as a furnace, going from white-hot to bright orange, and evan's hammering out the inside to make it fit a little better.
he doesn't hear the knock but he does see the door open and glances over, pausing until he sees david, and then goes back to his work. he doesn't rush, but he doesn't finish completely, either. he finishes up the work on the inside and opts to leave the outside until later.
then he turns and watches david, more than a little suspicious of him asking outright but also not going to assume he was lying. ]
How much you need to burn?
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[ he looks up at evan at the question, halfway aware he's being a lot more... serious? dour? about this than usual, but it is what it is. david shrugs a shoulder, turning a little to dump his jacket on the bench behind him. ]
A lot.
[ david pauses, thinking for a brief moment on how forthcoming to be, and then as he goes on he pulls his shirt off to dump it with his jacket. nonchalant, unbothered. ]
Just need to not think for a while.
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he sets down the hammer and mask to let it cool and considers his options. david's already shirtless. part of him wonders what happened to drive him out here this fast, but he doesn't ask about it. survivor infighting is most likely and he couldn't give less of a shit about that.
after a few seconds, he reaches a decision, and jerks his head toward the back of the workshop. ]
This way.
[ in the back - but not too far back - there's a couple of doors. mostly broken, or jammed, or boarded up. but he pushes one open for david to head into first, and it's very clearly a room that shouldn't be there, because they're underground but it has windows. fully boarded up, but still there. there's also an ancient, dusty bed, clearly barely used.
why this room is down here never made sense to him. when the place came over, some things went wrong, he figured. something got mixed up. he can't imagine it was deliberate, because he doesn't sleep, and the frequency with which he uses this room for other activities is rare.
he waits for david to go in first, then picks up a coil of rope on a crate just outside the door before he follows. ]
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[ it's just not like he can ask anyone else for this, for a whole host of reasons. so here he is. ]
[ despite the fact that his brain is screaming at him that this is stupid and dangerous, moreso than being here anyway already is. david goes toward the back, to that door without giving in to a little of how nosey he wants to be. probably a good thing, because he sure wouldn't have expected this. ]
[ sure, okay, david got the implication there were rooms down here from shit evan's said before, but he steps into the room and then glances back at the door with a confused frown. but then is it really any weirder than a flight of stairs leading down from the inside of a space shuttle to a rickety, bloodstained murder basement? or a desert that rains ink from the floor to the sky? ]
[ that said, it's still not a very inviting scene. david raises his eyebrows at the bed, arms folded over his chest, holding in every sarcastic little comment that flits through his mind. even if a callback to calling evan miss havisham seems particularly appealing right now. ]
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under the circumstances, evan elects not to let the insult get to him. ]
You want to do this on the floor?
[ sure, there's the workshop with the workbenches, but if david's got as much energy to burn off as he claims, then this will probably work better.
he keeps the rope out of sight for now, hidden just behind himself. the light from the workshop at his back means he's cutting most of it out of the room; there is a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling, and it works, but he's not planning to use it. they don't need light for this. ]
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[ david glances back, an internal sense of of course when he sees evan standing backlit, obscuring most of the light coming into the room. it seems insane to him to have a bed and leave it unused enough to be dusty, almost offensivein a way, but whatever. he's fucked in much worse places than this. ]
[ he turns back and starts walking over to the bed, working his belt open and popping open the button on his jeans. ]
[ definitely a rising sense of dread about this whole thing. ]
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[ which is also the truth. but mostly, the plan that occurred to him watching david half-strip in his workshop will be easier this way.
he waits until david's closer to the bed to approach behind him. he doesn't strike until he's close - and it's a fast move, faster than might be expected of a man who can wait ages for the right prey to stumble into a trap.
he snags david close to the elbows, shoves him forward, down onto the bed with a knee grinding against his spine if he can manage it. he knows he has to be quick about this because david will go from zero to a thousand in half a second and try to rip him apart. there's more than one way to burn off energy.
his attempt is to get david's arms behind his back and keep them there with the rope. he's not bad with knots, but there's a difference between tying up a dead or unconscious body and trying to tie down someone very much alive, awake, and furious. ]
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and then he's being grabbed and shoved down onto the bed. ]
--the fuck?!
[ it ends up ground out into the bedding, david straining and bucking to try and throw evan off. he tries to rock his body to the side, but the knee down on his spine along with evan's grip on his arms stops him managing to get enough momentum. he snarls, goes still for a moment but it's just to try and gather himself enough to buck evan off. ]
[ until he feels the slide of the rope against his skin anyway, and then david's back to straining against evan's hold, snarling and swearing as he bucks, tries to pull his arms free, stop evan from binding his arms. anything to stop evan tying him up. ]
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evan tries to work david's arms so he can get them crossed against his back, and then get both wrists in one hand of his own. it'll be just about enough to free up his other hand to get the rope started, wound tight around david's forearms. keeping him restrained without cutting off circulation or cutting into his skin. but it's difficult, because david's trying everything he can to get free.
if he can just get it wound tight enough once or twice, he can free up both hands to tie him up properly. it'll cost him - he's sure he's about to get hit in the face with something, skull or elbow or otherwise - but it'll work. ]
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[ nothing he does manages to stop evan securing the rope around his arms though, and it drives david fucking insane to think he couldn't stop him, he pulls against the ropes, a low noise rumbling out of him in frustration and anger at both of them. he knew he shouldn't have come in here but of course he did. what a fucking idiot. ]
Fuck are you doing?
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from there it's a lot easier to knot it and tie it more firmly, so david's forearms are locked together behind his back. he can tell this isn't what david was expecting and probably not what he wanted. but he came here of his own volition. asked for a favor. he'll get it - just in the way evan wants it. ]
Said you had a lot of energy to burn.
[ he steps back, just enough to see his work. tying people up isn't what he normally goes for. there's usually no point when the people down here are down here by choice, and he's usually got more than enough strength to keep them in place. but it costs him one or both hands if he does it like that.
this way, david can't try to rush things if he gets impatient. or desperate. whichever comes first. ]
Figure this'll help.
[ no, he's not going to elaborate. ]
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[ he's still struggling, trying to pull his arms through the rope and getting nothing but bruises and rope burn for his trouble. ]
Asked if you wanted to fuck, not if you wanted to practice some basement bondage.
[ he's gonna kill him. david's gonna get out of this and smash his fucking face in. david snarls, tries to buck evan off again. unsurprisingly fucking furious. ]
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the door doesn't fully shut, leaving the room just barely lit by the semidarkness from the workshop. there's a lot of silhouettes. a lot of edges. it doesn't bother evan, who has the better vantage point and dark vision, and he's not sure david's going to care given the other problems on hand. ]
Yeah. You did.
[ he works at the strap connecting the waders to the hook in his shoulder, grimacing when it comes free. ]
So we're doin' it the way I want.
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Fuck you. Sneakin' up 'cause you know I'd never agree to this shit.
[ it's a forgone conclusion, david would have to move faster than he's capable of to get out of this rope before evan's back on him — though the thought of just launching himself at evan appeals for a moment before he realises the reality would be very different to the fantasy in his mind. ]
[ he can voice his displeasure though, a sneer creeping into his expression. too angry to consider his words and how they'd go over before they're out of his mouth. ]
Fuckin' cowardly behaviour.
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[ he means, should have listened when they were fighting for this, violent, hateful, him trying to keep david still and david deciding to take matters into his own hands anyway. being tied up is probably preferable to a broken wrist.
but that was a while ago. as evan feels out the other clasp, he pauses, the words cowardly behavior pinging off the inside of his skull like a bullet. normally he'd go for the throat over that, but david's rage is a little more intense and directed than he was expecting.
of course, he'd be the same way. but they're different. right? ]
You wanna touch me that bad?
[ it's only half a joke. why else would david insist his hands be free? other than the fact that he's down here with a mass murderer and has almost no way to defend himself. ]
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[ sure david's a tactile person, sure he likes keeping his hands on evan, but that's not the issue. he keeps trying to force these little acts of submission out of david, constantly pushing against that boundary because the second he slips even an inch that's an invitation to take as much ground as he wants. ]
Right now? Yeah. [ he says it like it's a threat, like he can do anything in this position. ] Wanna beat your fuckin' face in you fuckin' prick.
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So you're sayin' you wouldn't try to tie my ass up if you had the chance.
[ he closes back in. pulls the mask off as he gets closer, almost without thinking (almost without realizing he's doing it because of how antsy he's seen david get about him wearing it while they fuck before), and drops it on the piled leather on the floor.
he can half-see david and gets him by the rope, tugs him back onto the bed properly, hooks his fingers in the back of his pants and tugs them down. it's a careful move, with him trying to do it fast to avoid being kicked. ]
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[ you know, not as surprise bondage. at least david likes to think he's not quite that much of an asshole. not that he's ever even going to have that opportunity or one like it anyway, something david tries not to think about too much. ]
[ instinctively he moves away just a bit when evan approaches, trying in vain to maintain some distance between them. an annoyed noise slipping out when evan closes in and pulls him by the rope, when he pulls down david's pants and david kicks out, tries again to wriggle out of the binding and away from evan to no avail. ]
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was this a good idea? does it matter? david came to him outright, not just on a visit but with a deliberate intention, asking about this. if he doesn't want to do it evan's way, that's his problem. but their ... what they have is fragile, and he knows it. killing each other doesn't seem to damage it much, but other things could.
he never would have stopped before. and he's sure it'll work fine after a while. but. ]
You really hate this that bad? How's it any different from me holdin' you down?
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[ it's a surprise that evan stopped though, one that makes david frown and raise a brow in confusion. ]
Who said I liked that either?
[ he got off that time, sure. he'd probably get off this time too. he's really not sure what could stop him short of stopping the whole thing altogether, david's easy that way. it doesn't necessarily mean he likes everything that's happening outside the actual fucking. ]
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[ most people don't like the loss of control, he knows, but not to this degree. maybe they get that he's going to overpower them anyway and just give up. something david won't - maybe can't - do. it would make sense, given that he knows he can kill evan.
untying david now won't make things any better, he's certain. plus he doesn't want to. but, despite everything else in him, he's not quite sure he wants to piss david off this badly during this, since it might mean he won't come back. ]
Didn't need your hands the last couple times.
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[ it's almost comical the way having to address that instantly makes david deflate. it's both mortifying to directly acknowledge that evan's made him come untouched more than once, that he really only seems to be getting better at it, but also to tell someone who is that consistently good that he doesn't like what he's doing feels crazy to him. ]
[ there's a lot that plays into it, things david is only slightly aware of. he doesn't like being restrained, he likes being able to touch. he doesn't trust evan. ]
You're gonna do whatever you want, so fuckin'-- [ he makes to gesture, but obviously his hands are still bound so that doesn't go anywhere. ]
[ he's still gonna fight about it, but he'd rather just get on with it than sit around talking about it. ]
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besides, he lost half the anger just addressing the idea of what's already happened. it's probably some internal struggle. god knows the survivors (and half the killers) have enough of those to kill half the realm.
he jerks david's pants down, half-helps to get them off and half lets david manage it on his own, ready to avoid another kick that he suspects is coming. only then does he let go of the rope and flatten his hand against david's back just above where his arms are. ]
I'm sure you'll get me back.
[ or at least try. there's enough shit that goes down in trials that he's certain david won't let this lie no matter how good it ends up being. ]
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david rn: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uT_8foO3NSg
both of them, now and forever
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