I HATE YOU I LOVE YOU

He became more insistent with his feeling up of Merlin, quite enjoying himself.

"Oh, really? What about all those dreams you have about me?" He looked rather smug.

He breathing quickened, he grabbed at Hesekiel, hoping to pull his hands away. The longer this man touched him, the better he felt...it was too dangerous.

"I have only dreams of humiliating you," he bluffed.

But he refused to stop touching Merlin, and he did his very best to continue touching him.

"Don't lie to me, master." He looked highly amused at this point. "I've heard you moan at night..."

Okay, so now Hesekiel was just outright lying, but hey, Merlin deserved it. The more he denied it, the deeper Hesekiel regretted his actions. This was his form of revenge.

He struggled again, trying to leave the bed.

"I don't moan--I'm not a bitch."

"You were last night." Hesekiel informed him, rather cattily. Even with that said, he finally let Merlin go.

Merlin glared at him with a bitterness only sexual frustration could induce.

"Ah, but you moaned so much louder--faggot."

"Only for you." Hesekiel stretched out on the bed, yawning. "I hope you know what this means for you."

"...No. I don't even know what you're talking about," he said, telling the truth for once.

"I'm bonded to you. Forever." Hesekiel said, his seriousness returning. "I can find you no matter where you try to run or hide. I'll always know where you are, and I will always be with you."

Merlin's face flushed.

"...You can't be serious. This didn't count--I was drunk!"

"It counts." He insisted simply. He wasn't making any sort of eye contact, however.

He got to his feet and paced in circles, furious.

"It was a fling, dammit!!"

Without any sort of warning, Hesekiel got to his feet and stormed out of the tent. Before anyone had a chance to see him, he had changed into his wolf form.

Merlin sighed once Hesekiel was gone, his face a bright red. He had given into his stupid desires last night, and it looked like they were going to cost him--what the Hell was he supposed to do now?...

-x-

Merlin waited on his bed for Hesekiel to return as the night ticked by. Hopefully he would be back soon...

Hesekiel did return, just a few hours later, coated in blood. He walked into the tent, naked, covered in all that gore without thinking about it.

As soon as he did, he wondered if Merlin was in. He hoped he wasn't, now that he thought about it. It was probably better if he didn't see him like that.

But unfortunately, Merlin was there.

Merlin stared at him for a few minutes before shaking his head and looking away.

"...Never mind. This was a mistake."

Hesekiel grabbed a towel from his bag and attempted to wipe away the blood, though it was a rather feeble attempt.

"I needed to go hunting." He explained, even thought Merlin hadn't asked.

"Uh-huh," he responded, not really listening.

"I normally eat rabbits, but all that was in the area were deer." He explained further, still wiping away the blood. When he realized it wouldn't come off, he said, "I'm going to go take a shower."

Merlin looked up at him, glaring.

"...Why did you sleep with me, if you knew what was going to happen?"

Hesekiel frowned deeply, pausing. He absolutely refused to admit what the real reason was. Or any of the main reasons, actually. No, he knew Merlin didn't want to hear any of that.

"Because I wanted to." He said simply, heading for the doorway.

"Well, that's too fucking bad," he spat bitterly. "I don't love you and I never will."

"That's fine with me." He said, walking out the door with the bloody towel wrapped around his waist. Of course, it was most definitely not fine, and the second Hesekiel was alone he sobbed like a little baby. But hey, that's besides the point.

Merlin sat on his bed, playing with a Rubik's cube. He needed to find a new partner--yeah, that was it. Someone hot. And female. With boobs.

Hesekiel returned some time later, clean and, surprisingly, cleanly shaven. Everywhere. Actually, he had been earlier, too, it was just impossible to tell with all the blood.