Perhaps In Another Life [WMMAP]

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"I told you, didn't I?" He whispered with a voice that sounded like music to his ears, "I'm yours." He said as he wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling their bodies together. "No one else's. I will always be yours."

Liar.

If he was truly his, he wouldn't have flirted with others. He wouldn't have edged Lucas enough to kill the woman he flirted with. His hands wouldn't be filled with blood like it is now. He would have told you him /loved/ him.

But Lucas... Could only remain silent. Like a puppet controlled by his beloved Duke, his arms wrapped around Ijekiel's body as he buried his head on his neck.

He could feel the Duke smirk silently as the wind brush past them, a cold night passing with two men embracing each other, and a dead body of a woman drenched in her own blood. He had been amused by how easy it had all been.

And Lucas, like the fool that he was, submitted himself completely to him. Letting him use him like a doll, letting him mold him into the person he wanted him to be.

He was his puppet, and he played the magician like a violin. And in the end, he was just... Another toy. A pretty toy, but just one that he could throw away when he was bored of playing.

But he never got bored of him.

Lucas was thankful. Because he was the one who saved him from his lifeless life. He was the one who gave him joy. He praised him, loved him, cared for him like no one had before. Lucas would do anything for him. To his every call, he would answer. With one command, he would obey.

Even if it meant killing himself for him. He would do it. For him. Because he is his god.