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Joker hated it whenever “Tatsuya” looked in his direction for too long. His unnatural smile, his eyes devoid of any humanity.
“Tatsuya” was cold to the touch, Joker could feel no warmth when he held his face in his hands. A face in the same neutral expression, uncaring of what Joker did to him.
He never trembled when Joker got too close, he kept his guard up. Almost a mockery, almost like a challenge that lured him on.
“I can hurt you any moment now, are you scared?” Joker whispered, his hands trailing down, wrapping around Tatsuya’s throat in warning, as a threat. He could feel every subtle dip in his skin as he breathed. He only wanted to clench tighter, to see the fear in his eyes as he fights back.
He briefly wonders how red would look stained on his white gloves.
Tatsuya never answered, he kept quiet. His own hands came up to touch Joker’s hands, but not to try to stop him from choking him, but just to rest on the silk gloves.
Joker squeezed tighter, “Do you not fear death?”
It was a redundant question, but less did he want an answer, and more was it thoughts he could not keep silent.
He wasn’t human, he was far from it. A vessel, a being created to torment him. Why must he be made in his likeness? He wanted nothing more than to hear the beating of his heart become faster, anything that showed fear.
A mirror in red.
His own face, reflected back in the eyes of him. His own infatuation, his own hatred and obsession.
It hit him what he was doing.
(My own self hatred I projected onto you, when the person that I truly am disgusted by, was always myself.)
Tatsuya falls to his knees, quick breaths echoing across the room.
Joker only hears his own heartbeat, the own rush of his blood filling his eardrums.
(How easily I can tear you apart, you are nothing but vermin. I will place my lips against your chest just to feel your heart race in fear. I’ll consume your whole being, I’ll be sure to not leave a single part of you that remains untouched.)
He can see the slight tremble of his lower lip.
“Do you hate me that much? You are cruel, nothing less that I expect from you.”
A small smile etched on his face, one of ridicule, another taunt.
He grabs his face so hard that he could break his jaw.
“You’re as fragile as any other human, don’t test my patience.” He snarls through gritted teeth.
Tatsuya only laughs.
Joker can’t stop himself from kissing him, anything to shut him up, and his awful voice, a horrible mimicry of his past.
He can taste his blood on his tongue, another threat. He can dispose of him any moment if he wished.
Tatsuya reciprocated the kiss, a masochistic desire, a fire lit beyond what can be contained.
He kept coming for more, not out of love, not out of any genuine tenderness. Never for this being.
An obsession, an insatiable urge to see Tatsuya on his knees.
(This is the only love I’ve ever known, violence. To be utterly consumed by want.)
On his knees, a worshipper to his god. A malevolent god, one who gives no mercy to its believers.
Nothing compares to it.
…
(Jun..? how long has it been since he’s heard that name?)