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It's not uncommon for him to come home covered in blood. But this is a lot of blood.
It's not as bad as it might have been. He's cleaned off what he can, washed his hands, and the rain has taken care of some of the rest. He could have gone to the asylum, where he keeps a change of clothing for exactly this reason, but now that the adrenaline has left him completely he's tired and a little drained.
In ways that have nothing to do with the wound on his throat.
Now that sanity has reasserted itself, he's sort of wondering how that's going to be taken.
But there's nothing to do about it. He pulls the bike into the garage and heads in through the kitchen, shrugging off his jacket. The wet clothes are something else he wants to shed.
He's still not sure what tonight even means. He supposes he'll figure it out eventually.
It's not as bad as it might have been. He's cleaned off what he can, washed his hands, and the rain has taken care of some of the rest. He could have gone to the asylum, where he keeps a change of clothing for exactly this reason, but now that the adrenaline has left him completely he's tired and a little drained.
In ways that have nothing to do with the wound on his throat.
Now that sanity has reasserted itself, he's sort of wondering how that's going to be taken.
But there's nothing to do about it. He pulls the bike into the garage and heads in through the kitchen, shrugging off his jacket. The wet clothes are something else he wants to shed.
He's still not sure what tonight even means. He supposes he'll figure it out eventually.
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"I can't follow you there, Mike. I... I want to. I would, but I can't. Not all the way. I can't leave your kids here alone. Our fuckin' kids," I say firmly, "You gotta stay on this side of the fuckin' line with us, because I don't wanna do this shit alone again."
Please don't make me. Please, God.
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He leans back against the edge of the sink and rakes both hands into his hair, almost pulling at it. "I don't wanna go there. If I do, there's no coming back. You think I wanna leave you alone? You think I ever wanted to do that?"
He doesn't even know where it's coming from, now. Pouring out of him, even as his neck is clotting.
"I should be so fucking scared of this."
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"You think I'd let you go someplace without me, if I had a fuckin' choice? We're supposed to be in this shit together. Everything, that was the fuckin' deal, and you're just... You're not letting me, anymore. I'm losing these pieces of you, and yeah, you fuckin' should be scared."
Leaning back against the island counter, I scrub a hand over my face, feeling humiliatingly, pathetically, like I've been betrayed. If he'd fucked someone else, I'm not completely sure it would've felt worse than this. I'm not sure I'd have felt more inadequate and stupid than I do right now, waiting up for him at home with his daughters sleeping upstairs, while he was off doing what he had to do. What he wanted to do.
"Who was it?" I ask quietly, hating myself for the question, but it's out there and I can't take it back. I know it wasn't Spike. Oddly enough, I trust that he wouldn't have let it happen in the first place.
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"It felt good. Being watched. You've only seen me like that once."
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"I don't know him," I answer flatly, because it's really the only thing I'm entirely certain of. The rest of it, how I feel right now, I can't really make sense of.
"But you don't want me to see. You won't take me to the fuckin' asylum, you won't..." I stop myself, jaw clinching tight, "It's startin' to feel like you've got me boxed up here, bein' the borin' fuckin' Dad, 'cause somebody's gotta be sometimes, while you're... out doin' what feels good."
Arms dropping uselessly to my sides, I say, "You can't protect me from this. If you can't let me see this shit, then you shouldn't be fuckin' doin' it! Sure as hell not with some fuckin' guy I don't even fuckin' know."
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There are places he knows he can't go with Neil. But those borders have been expanding, slowly, without him even really being aware of it.
You weak little idiot, whispers something with awful eyes and far too many teeth. That was not part of the deal.
"So maybe I should. Let you."
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"It's not gonna work anymore that you're living one life here with me, and another one out there with... whoever the fuck else. I've already been with somebody who wasn't really with me, and I'm not doin' that shit again."
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And that's not where he really belongs.
He lifts a hand and presses it against the glass. "Help me."
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"I can't help you until I see what's goin' on," I say. "You're gonna have to let me see."
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"I want to," he breathes. "There's things that... I don't know if I can." He stares at his own reflection in the darkened glass, at Neil's, thrown into shadow.
"I gave you that muzzle. You have the collar. Maybe you should use them."
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"You can let me," I insist, squeezing a little harder. "You said you wanted us to have a baby, remember?" I remind him, speaking low in the shell of his ear, "You wanna help Andrea and Spike, you want me to be okay with that? None of that's gonna happen unless you let me see."
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"I showed Andrea the room in the asylum," he says simply. "When she said she wanted to do it. The baby. And I told her... the only reason this works is 'cause you're in control. And I think... we both stopped believing I'm the one with the power here a while ago."
He lifts his eyes to Neil's, and something about it feels instantly like a relief. "You're in control. Be in control. I need it, I can't do it myself."
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"Guess I wasn't doing a good job."
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"I mean it. Not like before. I think I need things clear. Rules. Consequences." He sighs. "Not playing."
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"You know what the consequences are gonna be. You break a hard limit and I can't have you in this house. That's it. The others, we can talk about."
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There's pleasure in feeling half out of control. But it's not a pleasure for which he has the luxury.
"What do you wanna see?"
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"I wanna see what you do, when I'm not there. All of it. You're gonna take me to the asylum," I say, my hand framing the side of his neck, my thumb tipping his chin up, exposing his throat just a little. The bite marks have mostly stopped bleeding, but there's still a wet clot glistening on his skin, deeper red than the dried rust smears around it.
"You're not gonna do this, anymore. Not unless I say so," I say, rubbing my thumb over the bite, loosening the clot enough that it starts to bleed sluggishly again. "This is mine to give, nobody else's. You got that?"
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"The asylum." Calm, quiet. "With someone there? Or not?" Almost casual, in fact, as if he hasn't just asked his husband if he'd like to watch someone being tortured to death.
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Like I said, it doesn't work, him shuffling off this part of himself into a dark, secret place that I'm not allowed to get to.
"I wanted to let you have this for yourself, but obviously that isn't gonna work anymore. It's gotta be mine as much as it's yours. If you can't let me in there, it's over. I'll light a match to the place if I have to. Is that somethin' you can agree to?"
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He wonders what Kisuke would think if he saw this. The aragami with its back against a wall.
Probably he wouldn't be in the least surprised.
His eyes open. "Once you've seen it, you can't unsee it. You know that."
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"Don't forget who I am, Mike. Who we are."
The reason we work is because we get each other, and I can't understand something he's never let me see. We've been through so fucking much. Sometimes I think we've been through more than we both realize-- distant, starry fragments of lifetimes we lived miles and miles away from here.
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Except maybe it needed to happen, so this could happen.
"I need you so fucking much."
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I stay like that for a moment, letting my eyes fall shut and a little of the tension in me unwind. When I pull back, my hold on him falling away, I say, "Come on, I wanna clean you up."
I take a step away, toward the stairs, but I stop, holding my hand out for him to take.
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He'll be covered with it again soon enough.
He manages a faint smile. "That sounds amazing."
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The master bathroom, which still seems funny to me for some reason, which is bigger than that first hut Logan and I lived in on the island. Which isn't saying much, since you could barely stand two people in there, but whatever.
"Sitdown," I say, pointing toward the closed toilet, and dropping into a crouch to get the first aid kit from under the sink.
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