I did a terrible thing... Parts 3 and 4 of Evil Deimos
So I just had to continue this because ... I actually have a black heart and love evil and crazy Deimos. Enjoy? Expect a part 5 unless I hear otherwise. I'm going to go cry now.
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Deimos frowned at the sight before him. His love stood in front of him chained to the ceiling, but he didn’t look the least bit happy. He should have been grateful that Deimos had spared his life while everyone on the ship perished. All that remained of the ship was in ruins after the Colteron invasion.
“What’s wrong, milaya moya?” He questioned. The other man looked up and glared at him. His eyes had lost that gleam in which he was so infamous. All that remained was a dog muzzled, helpless and chained down. Something landed at the mouse’s feet, and when he looked down it was a wad of bloodied saliva. His love had spat at him.
“Fuck you. You killed Abel.” Cain whispered, some of the fight out of him. “Fuck you and your jealousy!” He shouted.
Deimos frowned even more. That fucking navigator had ruined everything he had with Cain. Cain was supposed to love him, not that blond bitch. The only thing he regret was that he didn’t kill the navigator himself. Taking a deep breath, he stood from his chair and slowly walked over toward Cain.
“Deserved it.” He rasped as he circled the wounded fighter. He pulled out his knife and undid the front of his pants. He didn’t want it to end up this way, but if his love wasn’t going to give in willfully then he’d have to use force. Cain could shout all he wanted, but no one would hear him as Deimos moved in to claim him as his own.
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Milaya Moya- My Sweet
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Cain slowly opened his eyes as he allowed his vision to adjust. He was still chained to the ceiling, and his thigh burned from where Deimos had carved a D into him. He was so tired, and hungry. He just wanted to get out. He was on the verge of passing out again when he swore he saw blond.
“Abel?” He called out. He couldn’t rub his eyes so he blinked. “Princess?” He called out louder this time. There was no mistake. It was his navigator in front of him, but it couldn’t be. He was there when Abel had been shot, but he wasn’t going to waste time. He just wanted Abel to know how much he meant to him, and nothing more than to escape this hell with him.
“I- “ He started, but was cut off with what felt like a kiss so soft on his forehead that it seemed like a breath.
“I know. Me too.” The voice whispered, and Cain swore he breathed in Abel’s scent before his vision went black once more.