Convalescence (MxM)

I Think Not (4)

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Deimos caught on quickly, but not quickly enough. Ammon lunged forwards, hitting Deimos in the stomach. Deimos doubled over, shocked by the intensity and force behind the punch, the wind knocked from his lungs.

Using Deimos's hunched stance to his advantage, Ammon grabbed Deimos by the sides of his head, gripping his hair tightly and forcing Deimos's face painfully into his knee with a massive smile on his face. Blood started to drip from Deimos's nose as he began gritting his teeth, running forwards as quickly as possible and gripping Ammon's sides before sending them flying back into a tree.

Ammon's back hit the tree so forcefully, the impact knocked loose snow. The pain from the collision also caused both of them to loosen their grip, Deimos immediately going to stand in front of Blake, taking a protective stance. Ammon was enjoying the fight, the smile on his face continuing to grow. Yet, he didn't understand the dynamic between Blake and Deimos. He had just watched Blake kill Callin and yet Deimos still went to protect him. He didn't need protecting, so why? Ammon couldn't comprehend.

"Come on now. You don't need to protect him! Let him join the fight." With the look on Ammon's face and the tone of his voice, Blake felt his anxiety flare, tingling underneath his skin. Deimos didn't move, keeping his golden eyes focused on Ammon as he stood in front of them, looking as relaxed as ever. Deimos knew Ammon was enjoying this. A smirk rose to Ammon's face, a hint of anger behind his eyes when he spoke next,

"You realize you're protecting a murderer? Just you like are, and just like I am. I saw the look on your face when that knife went in Callin's throat." Ammon paused to laugh, a sick sound from the back of his throat, his anger starting to seeth, "At the hands of your mate too! You enjoyed that shit. You can't fucking fool me, Deimos. I've always known who you are."

Deimos looked down, almost shamefully. Ammon was right, Deimos got a sick enjoyment from what Blake had done. The power Blake possessed. A similar power to Ammon's. He couldn't help the way his body reacted, the way his heart rate sped up or how his hands got clammy. He couldn't help his attraction to either of them. Blake stood behind Deimos, watching the two intently; his chest felt cold from his nerves, his breath caught in his throat as he watched on.

Despite his guilt, something else flared in Deimos at those words, gritting his teeth and glaring at Ammon who only smugly smiled in return, happy to get a reaction out of Deimos.

Deimos lunged, sending his first directly into Ammon's cheek. Ammon smiled wider, taking a step back and dodging the next punch Deimos threw, sending one of his own into Deimos's ribcage.

Ignoring the pain and growling out in his rage, Deimos kicked Ammon's legs out from under him, quickly getting on top of him, straddling his waist and sending punches to his face.

"You've always known who I am? Is that why you chained me up? Why you forced yourself on me? And then act like I'm the one that screwed you over!" Deimos was surprised with his anger, having thought he let go of the past. Right up until Ammon showed up. "You make it seem like I had a choice!" Thick blood spilled from Ammon's nose as he struggled to block Deimos's punches, his smirk growing at Deimos's words.

Using his legs, he wrapped one around Deimos, maneuvering himself and flipping them over easily, as if mocking the position Deimos had him in. Ammon pinned Deimos down and wrapped his hands around Deimos's throat.