I HATE YOU I LOVE YOU

"N-no!" He squirmed more. "Trust me, Merlin. Just this once if never again."

"Tell me why I should."

"I will rip you to shreds if you provoke me." He growled.

He laughed.

"Oh, so you don't like it?"

"Have you not noticed how I react to pain?"

"Wuss," he said, licking Hesekiel. "How are you going to take it up the ass if this is how you react to a little bite?"

He groaned.

"...Maybe you don't want to find out."

"It doesn't matter, either way--you're going to, or I'll find a woman."

"I'll kill her." He hissed.

"I suppose--but I'll have been satisfied first and you'll go to jail."

"Then I'll just kill you."

"Then you'll be all alone in jail and you won't get anymore sex or cuddling."

"No one is going to catch me." He said coldly.

"You wouldn't let me have a funeral?" he asked, scowling.

He said nothing about that.

Merlin tsk-tsked, obviously peeved by that response.

"Someone like me deserves a marvelous funeral, you oaf--if you can't see that, then maybe I should stop pleasuring you, because you obviously can't grasp just how amazing it is."

"...it wouldn't matter because I wouldn't be attending." He said quietly.

"And why not?!" he demanded. "After all I've done for you?!"

But Hesekiel didn't reply.

Merlin glared at him.

"Well, now you've done it--I'm angry. Fix it."

Hesekiel frowned deeply.

"...No."

"Why not?!"

He just shook his head.

"It's nothing."

"If it's nothing, hurry up and win back my favor," he insisted.

"What does it matter?" He grumbled. "I'm going to go hunting."