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He's getting used to waking up in strange places.
Jason doesn't react immediately as his eyes blink open. The light floods his senses too quickly, his mind desperately trying to catch up and failing. He's dimly aware of the pounding in his head, pulsing through him, and he can hear blood rushing through his skull. Under the roar of his veins, there's a buzzing, vibrating through his bones. He doesn't know where he is, and he can only stare blankly at the unfamiliar wall as sensation creeps back to him.
Feeling returns to him slowly. His arms feel dead and heavy, drained of all blood, and moving his fingers does little to help. He has to strain his neck to look down at where they're tied behind him and counts the darkening bruises and cuts, blossoming red and purple. If the pain he's feeling all over is anything to go by, he's probably got some all across the rest of his body too. All things considered, it could be worse. Not by much, though.
There are ropes around his ankles, tying them to the legs of the chair he's sitting on, and one around his wrists. He tests his wrists, but his arms are too weak and his muscles too sore to make a difference, and they only end up chafing painfully against his skin. Useless.
It's pointless to bother trying any more than he has, so instead he focuses on figuring out exactly where he is and what's going on.
How did he get here?
The room itself is empty and musty. Not very large, either. The stone floor and walls are cracked in places where plants have grown through; the room doesn't look as if it's been used much in decades, if at all. Abandoned, he would guess, if not for the fact that from beyond, he can hear accented voices shouting, muffled through the walls, accompanied by footsteps steadily growing louder and louder. His eyes follow the walls where he supposes the voices are coming from until they land on the entryway - a rectangular hole in the wall where a door would otherwise be - and a familiar silhouette appears.
Oh, right.
"I fucking missed you, Jason," Vaas says with a grin, striding towards him with all too much cheer. "Did you miss me?"
He's accompanied by a small group of pirates, and Jason eyes their red shirts warily. They're all alert and fully armed. If he'd bothered considering escape, that window is closed now.
Vaas draws closer until Jason can smell him, sweaty and bloody and wild like the jungle. There's something else in it too - a raw, heady smell Jason has learned to associate with alphas, and he has to grit his teeth to resist its subtle pull, trying to remember when he last took his suppressants. Vaas's expression isn't helping at all - his face is triumphant as he looks at Jason's, too confident as he waves his pirates away.
Fuck, it's all coming back to him. He remembers being at Sunset Cove, remembers slaughtering everyone there. Or at least, he thought he had. He hadn't bothered to check before he strolled into the cave like a fucking idiot and immediately found himself staring down a line of guns. He remembers, too, the blunt pain as something solid impacted the back of his head. And fuck - he remembers Liza's voice, crying out, as his cheek pressed against a cold stone floor and his consciousness faded.
"What did you do with her?" Jason asks. It comes out hoarse, forced painfully from his dry throat, and he winces and swallows before he continues, "If you fucking touched her-"
He's in no position to threaten anyone right now, but whatever he was going to say is interrupted as Vaas tangles a hand through his hair and pulls back, hard. Jason gasps, but the sound comes out too strained. His scalp tingles from where it meets warm fingers, suddenly much too sensitive, leaving him dizzy, and his gaze drops to Vaas' face as the hand continues to pull.
Vaas stares back at him with a narrowed gaze. "Don't worry your pretty little head over it, your girlfriend is fine. Pretty actress like her is worth a lot more unspoiled and all that shit, see," he says, a mocking sneer creeping into the corners of his mouth. "But you - I would careful about what I say, if I were you. I would be pretty fucking careful. Get it?"
"Fuck you."
The fist in his hair tightens warningly - dangerously - but Vaas laughs. Jason feels his pulse quickening at the sound. Vaas leans in, so close Jason can feel his breath, warm, against his face, making him shudder.
There's an edge to his voice as he says, "I think you're getting something really fucking wrong here, hermano. You're the one tied up in this fucking chair, and I'm this close to deciding if you're worth the bullet in my gun. So, you don't get to run your mouth off however you fucking please."
"I'll say whatever the fuck I want."
Fighting against the grip, Jason slams his forehead against Vaas' as hard as he can manage. An explosion of pain jolts through him. It fucking hurts, leaves sharp pricks in his vision, but it's worth it to feel the fingers untangle in shock, to see Vaas stagger backwards - to hear the resulting loud, angry curse.
It was probably a really fucking stupid thing to do, all things considering. Jason's still tied up, can't even use the distraction to run away, but he can't help the grin that spreads across his face in satisfaction. The pain in his skull, the persistent pulsing, spreading through his veins like fire - it feels like a small victory, and he'll take it where he can.
The satisfaction doesn't last long, however. Vaas moves so quickly Jason doesn't even have the time to brace himself before that hand returns and shoves, so hard he thinks his neck is going to snap, their bodies so close he can feel the heat radiating off of Vaas' body. The curl of Vaas' lips is dangerous as he snarls, "The fuck was that? You think you're funny? Huh? White boy thinks he's calling the shots now? That's really fucking cute, Jason. Real cute. I like that."
"Do that again and I'll show you how cute I can be."
Jason bares his teeth, defiant as he can manage, but his chest feels like it's being constricted, his entire body tense with anticipation. Vaas gives one last tug before he releases and pulls himself back, and it feels as if a weight is being lifted off of him. Jason can feel the heat leaving as the man puts the slightest distance between them, and he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. The pounding in his head only grows insistent.
"Okay - okay, hermano. It's okay. That was really fucking good," Vaas says, pacing just slightly but never keeping his gaze off of Jason's body. "You're upset, I get it. You want to kill me? I don't blame you. I fucking get it, I was like that too. Full of hate, killing for the people I loved - I would have done anything for my sister once, you know that? Any-fucking-thing. But that's a weakness, see?" He steps closer, closer, ignoring the glare Jason sends his way. "I can see it in your eyes - you're a natural fucking killer, but here you are, trying to save your pathetic friends. It's a fucking waste. All these pricks - they're just holding you back, Jason."
"You're crazy."
Vaas lets out a sharp bark of laughter, its echo grating against the stone walls. "That's fucking rich." He grips the top of the chair Jason is tied to, trapping him with both his hands. "I'll show you, yeah? I'm going to fucking set you free, hermano."
"No," Jason grits out, before he even realizes he's said it. Vaas is - he's too fucking close. The pain in his skull has worn off now to a dull throb, but he can feel Vaas' voice slowly drilling into it in its wake.
It's been too long since he's been this close to an alpha. He'd almost forgotten the overwhelming pull, like oppositely charged magnets - and he definitely should have been more prepared for this. He's gotten too confident, too carried away, forgot he was masquerading at something he wasn't this whole time. Vaas' voice digs into his skin, claws deep into him, trying to drag him out, filling his gut with fire.
He grits his teeth, looking away, steeling himself and willing Vaas not to notice. The blockers must be working, at least. It'll be okay as long as Jason can hold out. The last thing he needs is for Vaas to find out, to take advantage of his weakness. He's way too fucking close, and it's getting harder to ignore the fact that his presence is overwhelming. If Jason could just focus -
There's a sharp, muffled cry from somewhere beyond the room, cutting into his concentration, and Jason feels a chill pass over him as he recognizes it.
"Liza!" he shouts, loud as he can. He tugs against the ropes around his wrists, trying to wrestle himself free. "Liza, I'm here!"
He nearly jumps at the deep snarl that erupts from Vaas' throat, so threatening Jason feels himself freeze, and his gaze lifts before he can think better of it. Vaas stares back at him, his eyes blazing. All trace of amusement is gone, replaced with something more terrifying.
"White boy thinks he's a hero? Come to save the princess from the big, scary dragon? Huh?"
It's not a taunt this time. Vaas' voice is filled with rage. Jason squirms in the chair. He needs to fucking get away, but it's not working. Vaas draws even closer, the green of his eyes smothering, his mouth still moving but his words drowned out by the roar of blood through Jason's ears. He's too close, too close -
It's impossible. The ropes around his wrists still refuse to give way, and in desperation he begins to jerk his whole body. The chair rocks, just slightly at first, then even more, its unsteady legs creaking until with a violent sway it actually breaks under him. He falls with it onto his side and impacts the ground with a thud.
He can do this. His ankles manage to slip free from the broken legs of the chair. He tries to get some leverage, to pull himself upright, but his hands are still tied behind him and he only squirms against the floor. Vaguely, he can hear Vaas' footsteps next to him, his boots crunching against the loose dirt on the stone floor.
Fuck no.
With a grunt he manages to roll onto his stomach and folds himself into his knees, but his balance is all wrong and he sways, barely managing to stay upright. That won't do. He needs to get up. He needs to run. Get away from Vaas. Hurry.
A knee jabs into his spine and pushes him back into the floor. His face hits stone. A warm hand grips his shoulder and rolls him over, and he hates the fact that he doesn't do anything to stop it as that knee presses his abdomen down. He squeezes his eyes shut as his body is turned up and a weight presses against his body, tries not to look.
"Jason."
Vaas' voice is low. Too calm. Like the eye of a hurricane. Jason furrows his brow, keeps his eyes resolutely shut. Don't look.
"Jason. Is this how it's going to be? Fucking look at me."
The edge in Vaas' voice makes his eyes fly open, and he wants to curl up in shame. He can't resist an alpha like this, after all, no matter how hard he wants to. It's so fucking unfair. Vaas is straddling him, leaning in so close Jason can count all of the pores on his skin. His smell is overpowering.
"Look at you, you little shit," Vaas sneers. "What the fuck did you think you were going to do there, huh? You think you can get out of here like that? That's real fucking admirable, Jason."
"Come closer," Jason growls, glad when it comes out steady. "I can still bite your fucking throat out."
Vaas grins, shows a row of sharp, white teeth. "You've got a real nice mouth there, hermano. It'd be a real fucking shame if you didn't try, so I'll give you a chance, hm? Do it."
Jason narrows his eyes at Vaas as his hands position themselves next to Jason's shoulders and Vaas hovers over him, baring his throat for Jason to see. Jason barely dares to breathe. If this goes on any longer, he's going to suffocate. His body is on fucking fire.
Get away from me get the fuck away -
Gritting his teeth, he digs his feet into the ground and cants his hips upwards with as much strength as he can. Vaas barely reacts, steadying himself on his hands, watching him with an infuriatingly patient expression. Like he's toying with him. Vaas is doing this on purpose, isn't he? Brought Jason here just for this - just to see him struggle for his own amusement.
It would have been better if Vaas had just killed him, but it's looking less and less likely that's going to happen soon. Jason's going to make sure he regrets not doing it in the first place, going to make things so fucking worth it. He wants to see that face broken and bloody. Wants to crush it with his hands.
With a growl, Jason bends, crashes his entire body up into Vaas' with as much force as he can manage, feels his head collide with cartilage. This time he gets a furious snarl of pain in response, and he revels in savage pleasure at it. Vaas arches back, pinching his bleeding nose with a hand and an irritated gaze, and Jason takes the chance to twist his entire body up and to the side, one more time, until finally - finally - the weight gives way, and he rolls with Vaas' momentum so that he's lying on top.
He feels Vaas' gaze following him as he props himself up between his knees. Watching as Jason gets onto his feet, never leaving his face as Jason pushes a boot into his chest. Unflinching as Jason leans into it with his entire weight. He doesn't care if Vaas is just messing with him now. He wants - needs - to feel Vaas' chest crack and crumple under his feet. For everything that's happened, it would be the sweetest feeling.
"Tell me," Jason says, breathing heavier than he should as he digs his heel deeper. "Tell me where she is."
Vaas narrows his eyes, the only warning Jason gets before a hand reaches out for Jason's other foot, too quick for him to even react, and pulls it from under him.
Jason lands hard with a grunt, lashing out blindly with his feet when Vaas tries to get close. It connects with something, he doesn't know what, but he hears Vaas hiss before returning the favor, his own foot colliding into Jason's ribs. Pain bursts along his side, and he curls into it with a curse, unable to even protect himself with his arms when another kick lands on his abdomen.
Vaas crouches next to him. "That was good, Jason. Almost had me there, hm? You've come a long fucking way. Can't believe you're the same pussy who cried like a little fucking baby when I killed your big alpha brother."
"Don't you dare talk about Grant to me, you bastard -"
Vaas nudges him with a foot where Jason knows angry bruises are forming, and he sucks in a painful breath as he curls up tighter. Vaas is doing this on purpose, he knows. Trying to get a reaction. He doesn't want to admit it's working.
"Was that his name? Grant?" Vaas continues, almost conversational. "I couldn't catch it with all of your whining."
Jason wants to reply, wants to launch himself at Vaas and tear that throat out so that he stops talking, but he can barely even register Vaas speaking to him. All he can feel anymore is the pain - the sharp flare in his side, the throbbing in his head, the way his arms feel like they're dying. His head is swimming, barely grasping onto reality, and the pain is all that keeps him from drifting away from the present.
His body feels like it's burning. There's a fire blazing inside of his chest, spreading through his veins to every inch of his body, red-hot.
"Jason. Hermano." A pat on his cheek and a whistle. "Are you fucking listening to me?"
Jason rolls over so that he's no longer facing Vaas and presses his cheek into the floor, dusty and cool against his damp skin. Vaas growls in irritation and steps over him.
"You should thank me, you know. Without me, you'd be nothing, Jason. Nothing. Just some douchebag six feet in the fucking ground."
"You've got to be kidding me," Jason croaks.
"Do I sound like I'm fucking joking? Look into my fucking eyes and tell me I'm joking, Jason," Vaas says before a hand finds its way to Jason's neck, encouraging his head back up with a blunt grip. Jason can't fucking resist. He blinks back, stares into Vaas' eyes, sees the barely restrained violence and power in them - a bottomless pool of green.
He's turned onto his back again, barely gets to wince at the feeling of his arms digging painfully into the ground beneath him before Vaas straddles his hips once again and lays his hand, flat, against Jason's chest. Jason shudders, can't move his eyes away from Vaas' own.
His mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
"That's better," Vaas coos. "Much better. No more resisting, hermano. Open your fucking eyes. You'll fucking see, I'm the best thing that ever happened to you."
Vaas' hand fucking burns into his already feverish skin. The pressure on his body is too much, too much, his mind is fragmenting at the contact, the weight of Vaas' presence suddenly oppressing. The sudden, dizzying rush nearly makes him faint.
Jason can feel it happening before he even realizes what it is. Every nerve, every muscle in his body seems to shut down as his desire to escape - to get as far away from Vaas as he can - is replaced by a spreading warmth through his chest, down his body, out into his very fingertips. Every rational thought in him vanishes, expelled from him and condensing in the air between them.
He's being bonded.
He's heard of this happening before. Involuntary bonds between an alpha and an omega are uncommon, but not unheard of, even if the conditions in which they form have never been fully understood. But this - this is too fucked up. This can't be fucking happening.
Vaas' eyes widen just the slightest, and Jason catches his own incredulous expression mirrored in them before the hand on his shirt tightens into a fist and pulls him closer. Had it been any other time, Jason might have found pleasure in the shock that flashes across Vaas' face, the smallest, barest glimpse of his mask cracking right in front of him, just for him to see. But right now, he can only feel a cold horror rushing through him.
Holy shit -
Vaas laughs, the sound of it cutting through the tension like a knife. It's a wheezing, breathless laugh, unsteady but filled with mirth, and Jason feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
"You know, Jason, you never fail to surprise me. That's why I like you, hermano. All this fucking time you were an omega, and I would have never fucking guessed." His gaze sweeps up and down over Jason's body, eyeing him like prey. "So what is it, huh? Citra give you some of her magical shit? She give you that ink too?"
"What -" Jason begins, but it comes out hoarse. He swallows. "What are you talking about?"
Vaas hums. "So you haven't met her yet. That's good. Good. Don't believe a fucking word that bitch says to you, hermano."
"I don't-"
"Shh, shh." Vaas leans in and strokes Jason's cheek absently with his knuckles, casual like none of this is fucking happening. It makes Jason's nostrils flare. "See, the thing about my sister is, she's fucking crazy. She'll tell you all sorts of things but you can't fucking trust her. Don't listen to a single word that comes out of her whore mouth."
Vaas' hand moves up to Jason's hair, threading his fingers through languidly, leaves Jason's scalp tingling. His eyes darken, narrowing to slits as his other hand grips Jason's jaw between his fingers. Jason can smell him, stronger than ever, overpowering.
Jason's mind doesn't process the fact that he's being kissed until the tongue is already reaching past his teeth, and suddenly any trace left of what might have mattered evaporates. His need to run, to live, to strangle Vaas with his bare hands - it's all gone. His thoughts have been replaced with a haze, filled with nothing but desire to touch, to tear if he can. The bond calls to him, vibrating through his bones, telling him that nothing else is right except the feeling of Vaas' hands gripping at the sides of his face, his touch burning into his skin.
Holy shit.
He lets Vaas snake a hand onto his back and bring him upright, feels the knife cut through the ropes around his wrists, and the relief that washes over him once his hands snap free makes him shudder.
His hands are reaching up before he can help it, wrapping themselves around Vaas' shoulders to pull them closer until their bodies are flush against each other. The contact makes him gasp, and he feels Vaas snarling against his mouth, but he needs more. He shifts against Vaas' body, feels it against his own as their shirts slide up just enough to expose flesh, but the brief graze of skin isn't nearly enough.
He breaks the kiss and exhales in rushed bursts, trembling as his mind desperately tries to catch up. His body threatens to give way, but Vaas' touch leaves his face and settles on his waist to catch him, reaching up, up, under his shirt, rough hands sliding along his sides to pull cloth with them. He groans at the feeling. He needs this, he needs more -
His heart is beating fast now, pounding against his ribcage so hard he doesn't know if the space in his chest is enough to contain it. It feels too tight, too constricting. He can barely breathe under the pressure.
Distantly, he can feel a hardness pressing against his own.
He realizes somewhere between the first kiss and now his eyes have closed when they flare open to stare straight into Vaas' face at the feeling of their erections pressing together through cloth. The man's eyes are dark, staring at him with a fury and desire that makes Jason shudder as he realizes, this is his mate.
His mate. His alpha.
The realization washes over him like ice water. Vaas' expression shifts to something that Jason doesn't understand through the haze in his mind, but it raises goosebumps on his skin. A shudder passes through his body as the hands around him bring them closer again, claiming him with a confidence that forces a weak noise from the back of his throat, and all Jason can do is wrap his arms around the man as he feebly rocks forward, trying to ground himself in the other man's body.
The grip only tightens as Vaas nips at his throat. One hand moves up to clutch the nape of his neck and circles around, squeezing, and his hold is careful as he guides them both back to the ground. Jason lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
This is fucking insane.
Vaas brings his legs in between Jason's, and Jason's ankles lock together in the small of his back, trying to gain some sort of leverage to grind up, to get some relief from the insistent pressure in his pants. His effort is rewarded with a low groan from Vaas and a jolt of pleasure shooting up his spine, followed by Vaas grinding down even harder. God, it feels so impossibly good.
The motion rips a loud moan from his throat, and Jason freezes as soon as he realizes what he's just done.
"That's right," Vaas says, laughing. "Make as much noise as you fucking want. Scream my name, Jason. Let every fucker in here know who you belong to now."
No fucking way. "F-fuck you."
The hand on his neck squeezes until a gasp escapes Jason's lips. "That won't do, hermano. You just don't fucking learn, do you?"
Jason tries to pry himself free, but grip tightens warningly in response. "You're trying so hard, Jason. I fucking respect that," Vaas says, beginning to sound breathless himself. He presses harder, unrelenting even as Jason brings his hands up to pull him off. "But you have to stop resisting. Gotta let it go, see?"
As if to prove his point, he releases Jason's neck, watches with satisfaction as Jason sucks in air.
"What - what is wrong with you?" Jason manages to gasp after a moment.
"Me?" Vaas lets out a surprised bark of laughter. "Jason, Jason, you've got it all wrong. I'm just fine. You're the one who needs to get your shit together."
Fingers trail lower, lower, until they hook around Jason's belt and pull.
"Listen to me, hermano. I'm going to say this once, loud and clear, so you better fucking pay attention, yeah? All of this? It's a sign. It's fate. This is the entire fucking universe telling us it's you and me. You, and me."
No.
His mind is screaming at him, but his body doesn't listen. His pants are tugged off while warm hand wraps itself around his erection, and his brain short-circuits right there. Jason can barely process Vaas undoing his own pants and drawing himself out, grasping them both between one large hand and pumping. His hips snap up on their own when the touch isn't enough. He needs to feel the friction -
He doesn't resist as sweaty fingers press their way into his mouth. Doesn't want to think about how easily his legs spread apart as fingers coax their way between his ass and push their way in.
It's gritty and uncomfortable, way too fucking dry even with spit. Dimly, in a receding corner of his mind, he thinks he should stop this, but it's too fucking late now. Too late to stop himself from gasping, from angling his hips so that those fingers slide in further, as far as they can go. Too late to help the sounds that escape him, to curb the need burning through his body. All he can do now is arch into the touch.
"Oh god," he chokes out as fingers curl inside of him. He can't take any more of this.
Vaas withdraws and arches back, and Jason nearly whines at the loss before he notices Vaas spitting into his hand and stroking his own dick. He shudders at the sight.
"Now, are you going to do it for me this time?" Vaas asks, pausing as he guides Jason's legs over his shoulders and lines himself up. "Fucking say it."
Jason stares down, mouth gaping dumbly, unable to understand what Vaas was even trying to tell him as he realizes what's happening. He couldn't - Vaas couldn't possibly think that was going to go in dry.
Vaas doesn't take the silence well, however. He reaches for Jason's dick again, gives it a firm squeeze and watches with lidded eyes as Jason squirms. "Come on, hermano, I know you can do it. I know you fucking want to. Let me hear it."
"Oh fuck," Jason cries out when a thumb brushes over the slit. "Vaas!"
Vaas gives him one last smug grin before he begins to push in, and Jason chokes out a gasp. It fucking hurts - there's no way he's going to take it all, but Vaas doesn't stop. Jason thrashes out with his limbs, flails helplessly at the pain, but Vaas holds him down effortlessly, undeterred.
"It's okay, hermano, calm down," Vaas says through gritted teeth, sounding much less steady than before. "No problem for a big boy like you, hm?"
Jason tries, he really does. Vaas somehow gets all the way in, starts moving without any regard for comfort. It stings so much he can feel his eyes watering with each thrust as his erection wilts from the pain. Vaas wipes the tears from the corners of his eyes before jerking him off with rough strokes. Jason tries to concentrate on the feeling, tries not to think.
Just when he thinks relief is in sight, everything get even tighter, pain swelling beyond anything he could have imagined as he clenches.
"I'm going to - ahh - breed you, white boy," Vaas breathes as the knot grows inside of him. "I'm going to carve you open and fill you up with me, until you can't deny it anymore. Can't fucking deny that you're mine."
It's completely graceless. Mortifying. Jason thinks he's going to go crazy. He covers his eyes with the back of his hand as Vaas continues, the discomfort easing only slightly as Vaas hits him, deep, makes him cry out. He gets an encouraging growl in return, and the hand around him quickens. Vaas' lips meet his once more, tongue licking its way over his teeth, swallowing any sound that escapes.
His orgasm is wrenched out of him mercilessly by a brutal hand, spilling over his abdomen, blinding white. It washes over him like a wave, smothering him, until he's left lying there, trembling and sobbing, feeling little satisfaction except for the realization that it's finally done. Vaas follows with a grunt moments later, sinking deep into him as he comes, holding onto Jason's hips with a bruising grip.
For a long moment, they're still. Jason concentrates on the sound of his own breathing, tries not to think of anything else except it's over.
Except it's not. Vaas is still inside of him, connected by the knot, filling every inch of him, unrelenting. Oh god he - he just wants to sink into the ground, wait for the earth to swallow him up, anything that would get him away from Vaas, from the horrific reality that is the bond. He squeezes his eyes shut, hopes he'll open them and be free of this nightmare.
Vaas strokes his cheek placatingly with his knuckles, bringing him back to the present. "That wasn't so hard, was it, Jason? Forget about your fucking pussy friends - this is what you should be fighting for."
His friends. A jolt runs through him at those words. "Oh fuck - Liza -" he gasps out, thrashing against the body on him. Fuck, fuck, everything is so fucked up right now. "I need to -"
Vaas' eyes narrow to dark slits before he pushes Jason's shoulders down, leans in, and sinks his teeth into his neck. Pain shoots down and up like lightning, and Jason knows he's bleeding. He tries to push Vaas off of him, fingernails turning into claws on warm skin, trying to tear at every inch of flesh - stop it get off of me - but Vaas growls, low, and Jason feels his entire body stiffen at the sound.
Vaas arches back, satisfied with his work, licking his teeth with a feral grin, and Jason understands the look in his eyes - the same look he's seen on tigers in the jungle. A predator marking his territory.
He can't do anything but stare back.
"Still got some fight left you, huh? After all of this?" he says, laughing as Jason lies limp underneath him, dragging his nails through the mess on Jason's stomach. "So fucking stubborn. But this -" He smears Jason's come between his thumb and finger, brings it up for Jason to see. "- this is proof. Everything you need to fucking know, right here."
Jason looks away, closes his eyes. Inhales. Wonders one last time how it would look to rip into Vaas's throat and watch the blood spill.
"But you know what, Jason?" Vaas' voice fills his senses, dark with promise. "I'm going to let you go back to your piece of shit friends. I'll fucking let you, because you can run away from me, run all you fucking want, all the way to the end of the world, but no matter how far you go, you're never going to escape. You're just going to come running right back to me."
Fingers brush at his hair, pushing back the fringe, and a breath blows across his skin, too gentle. Lips meet his again, soft this time. It's insane.
"You'll see, hermano," Vaas says, punctuating his words with biting kisses. "You'll - fucking - see."