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WHO: Tom and Ggio
WHERE: Their apartment
WHEN: Early in the month
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: Doing repairs after their fight
FORMAT: action

[Tom was, thankfully, feeling more like himself again, but the damages of his little tirade still showed around their apartment. Broken items and bloody paw prints all reminded him of how close he'd come to losing control, to losing everything.

And he was tired of looking at it and being reminded of how fragile he'd been that time. He didn't have a chance to fix it sooner because of all the tentacle monsters, but now he finally could, and after stealing some tools from the maintenance guy, since there was no way he was paying for repairs again, he set to work fixing the door. He had the toolbelt hanging low on his waist, shirt off, and setting a new pane of glass into the door.]

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[By "hurt", he really means "kill". He's more or less okay with hurting people as long as they deserve it.

At Ggio's words, Tom's hand squeezes a little harder, his nails lightly biting at the flesh. He leans in a little, eyes flecked with amber as he stares into Ggio's dangerously.]

I should start now, then.

[Now this was interesting. A dark brow lifts, then Ggio's eyes narrow in challenge, excitement and amusement.]

You want to fight, Tom?

[Tom couldn't do a partial transformation, but he knew the moves for their kind, he knew how to move and act to display his feral side. He turns a little more to face Ggio, not breaking eye contact, mirroring the challenge he sees in the other.]

Not exactly.

[A growl bubbles up from low in Ggio's throat, mostly in play, and he lightly snaps teeth inches from Tom's face.]

Be serious. You gotta mean it.

[Even with the playful warning from Ggio, Tom's gaze doesn't waver. He knows Ggio well enough, and just gives a low hum in response, almost like a purr.]

I don't think that's going to happen anytime soon.

[Ggio's grin falls the smallest bit, and his brows creases in confusion. Suddenly he's not so sure what Tom is playing at.

It was probably a good sign... probably.]

I mean it. Or else... [His face draws close enough for their noses to touch.] I'll eat you alive.

[That low, almost purr doesn't cease, even though he's still clearly human save for his eyes, and when their noses touch, he closes the distance for just a moment, kissing the arrancar slowly before resting his forehead against Ggio's.]

Maybe that's what I want.

[Through it all, Ggio stays quiet, but receptive. He's not positive Tom understood the implications of what he just said, what that means to a Hollow... but either way, Ggio gets the feeling he doesn't care. Tom seems willing to let Ggio do anything - well, almost anything.

Which was opposite of what Ggio wants him to understand, but still satisfying in its own way. The arrancar closes his eyes, gives a short laugh.]

You make no sense.

[The thing is, Tom does understand. Maybe not to the specific degree, but he's lived with Ggio long enough, watched him long enough to know that what he said wasn't exactly... safe. That it was something that could cost him his soul if he wasn't careful.

However, Tom didn't really care. His soul wasn't really his concern, and he was, for the first time in a long time, happy. And it was because of Ggio.]

Does that bother you? [He brushes Ggio's hair some, gently cradling his neck as he kisses him again.] You're still a mystery too you know. You wanted me to follow my instinct more, though, and that's what I'm doing now.

Then you know I can hurt you.

[Though again, while receptive, Ggio's look is serious when Tom pulls away. It was something he has often wondered about, especially since Tom attacked him in adulterated rage.]

Most don't want to die, Tom, or let someone kill them. That is not instinct.

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[And that makes Tom pull back, and finally looks at Ggio seriously, though his expression is curious and questioning.]

I guess I do... I've always known that, since the first day we met.

[And Tom wasn't sure he liked what this meant.] Are you saying that I have some kind of death wish?

Do you?

[His eyes stay locked with Tom's for a few heartbeats, and then they lower, as Ggio idly toys with the hemp of Tom's pants, since he's currently shirtless. He thinks of how to word this, without going to fetch a communicator for translation.]

Death is... not the same for arrancar. We do not live, no really, so... If we let someone eat us, then we belong to them. It more than just being a fraccion.

[His eyes raise again.]

You know?

[Tom had never thought about that until now, and... maybe he kind of did. He was the least skilled fighter back home, in his opinion, yet he was usually always the first one to jump into the fray against impossibly strong enemies. Hell, even here, he's challenged Ggio twice and fought with every fiber of his being to hurt the arrancar when even on an instinctual level, he knew Ggio could crush him without breaking a sweat. Even Ggio's presence, when unrestrained, was enough to make Tom lower his head in submission...

He really didn't know how to answer that, and the best he do was hope to deflect it.]

We're not talking about eating in the sexy way anymore, are we? [He finds that he can't make eye contact with Ggio at all. He speaks in barely above a whisper.] I'd be okay with that.

[For a few moments, Ggio doesn't move, doesn't seem to breathe.

He abruptly pulls away from Tom, stands, starts to pace. His fingers run through his hair; agitated, and more.]

You don't know what you are saying.

[Tom growls faintly, reaching into the couch for one of his cigarettes. If Ggio was suddenly going to be agitated like this, then he might as well smoke, since he'd been needing it for a while, and now especially if the conversation was going to go like this.]

Did you even think for a second that maybe I do know what I'm saying? I might be a mess when it comes to my instincts, but I'm not stupid, Ggio.

And I meant what I said.

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