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ive been quite obsessed with Hunger Hurts by @anxiousgaypanicking so i drew the 2nd chapter awhile ago!
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Janus presses against his back, arms locking around him in an embrace that might almost be mistaken for romantic—if not for the way he pins him like a straitjacket, his grip crushing Virgil’s hands shut like vices.
Hot breath ghosts over his neck, sending chills racing across his skin. Janus is too close, far too close, holding him so tightly his body aches in protest. Virgil wants to move, to throw his head back and scream, to claw back even a shred of control. Over anything.
»Don’t fight me,« Janus whispers at his ear. »You know I could make you stop resisting.«
»W–why…« Virgil clears his throat, the words rasping. »Why can’t you just let go?«
It’s the only question that matters, the only one that burns on his tongue. Without it, nothing else makes sense.
»Because you still belong to our side. You still belong to me.« Janus’s voice is a hiss, almost tender. »I miss you.«
Virgil freezes. Once again Janus robs him of every defence with a single sentence. His anger, his fear, his resistance—all leak out of him like air from a punctured balloon.
He shouldn’t fall for this. Not Virgil. He knows Deceit better. He knows him so damn well, better, longer than anyone else. Janus is a bigmouth, a charmer, an arrogant, self-righteous…
»Can you, for once, just stop lying?«
Janus smiles against his ear. »If I stop lying, I’ll only disappoint you.«
Virgil squeezes his eyes shut. He hates how much his body betrays him—the way his pulse quickens not only from fear, but from something shamefully close to longing. Janus knows it. Of course he does. That snake always knows.
Janus loosens his grip just slightly, enough to let Virgil breathe without feeling free. His gloved thumb brushes along Virgil’s knuckles, mock-gentle.
»See? This suits you better,« he murmurs. »You pretending you can fight me, me pretending I’d ever let you go. We’ve always been good at pretending together, haven’t we?«
Virgil swallows hard, trying to summon the anger that slipped out of him moments ago.
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Sanders Sides Short Stories - Chapter 6 - elliehase - Sanders Sides (Web Series) [Archive of Our Own]