[uncledaddy]

Perched atop Kurt, Randy leaned in close to his ear. "Do I taste good?"

[Red Lion]

Kurt displayed his teeth, his mouth and jaw coated in green, the truth of the matter was that in spite of tasting strange there was a velvety richness to Randy's taste that part of him craved...rather than give an answer Kurt wriggled, trying to escape.

[uncledaddy]

I could break you, thought Randy, indirectly sharing the idea with him. Instead he let go of him completely, rolling to the side so that Kurt was free.

[Red Lion]

Kurt sprang to his feet, chest heaving. Although no words had been spoken Kurt had understood the meaning "Maybe you can defeat me....but you'll never be able to keep me or posses me, you cannot ever have me!" he hissed.

[uncledaddy]

"But I do," Randy insisted. "When I said you were mine, I meant it!" Though partly intended to provoke Kurt, the statement also spoke of Randy's true feelings. He would be a part of Kurt in one way or another, so long as he lived. They shared something much bigger than either of them was perhaps willing to admit, but still Randy sensed it and acknowledged it in his own way. If he had to be Kurt's enemy to the death, then that was what he would be--but he would be something, and he would never let go of him now that he'd taken hold.

[Red Lion]

Kurt spat in his face, "I am not yours...I will never belong to you and I will go to my grave before I let someone like you own me!" he snarled.

[uncledaddy]

"Say what you like," said Randy, wiping his face with the back of his arm; "I'm never going away. I know your thoughts, I know what you feel, and I do have a hold on you. This ain't a fight for your survival, it's a fight for your freedom!"

[Red Lion]

"My freedom is my life, and if I must end yours to keep it then so be it!" Kurt pulled out his hawkbill and slashed at Randy VIII with it.

[uncledaddy]

Randy's grin returned as he ducked just out of reach of the blade, having sufficiently restored the safety that was being at war. And so they fought, circling and striking in a familiar sort of dance almost like a pair of snakes, while B watched in horror from the window of the shop.

[Red Lion]

Kurt lost his knife at one point and as Randy's hand came in reach of his face he caught some of Randy's fingers in his teeth. He held there his eyes fixed on Randy green blood rolling down his chin.

[uncledaddy]

Randy's eyes widened as he watched Kurt intently, frozen in place not with fear, but excitement. He felt no pain, but he could tell that the teeth had already sunk in deep and his fingers were held fast. His grin spread from ear to ear. "Go on," he mouthed, breath held too tensely for actual speech.

[Red Lion]

Kurt's teeth met, tearing through flesh and bone with a sickening crunch.

[uncledaddy]

Randy withdrew his mangled hand, eying the bloody stumps where two fingers had been. He gave the remaining fingers a wiggle as though waving at himself, then started giggling...

[Red Lion]

Kurt spat out Randy's fingers and began to laugh right alone with him, a cold, harsh sound that bubbled up from inside him.

[uncledaddy]

Randy's laugh grew from a gleeful giggle to a loud howl. How invigorating it was to have an opponent like Kurt, to have a relationship so intense! He'd been shot and stabbed and beaten, but no one had ever challenged him like this. Their bond was sealed, and he knew that no matter the temptation, he could never simply hand Kurt his life. If Kurt wanted it--and how Randy hoped he did!--he'd have to fight tooth and nail for it.

[Red Lion]

"I'm going to kill you one day...." Kurt breathed, "This is war!"