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Steak makes a deal with the devil

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"You are plainly enjoying this, hero. Why force yourself into denial?"

Steak struggles to maintain his composure at his enemy's mercy.

cw: shibari, bondage, dubcon, poorly drawn feet

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The Warrior of Light was fast approaching his limit. He lifted his head as armored footsteps slowly made their way closer. It wasn’t the first time he had stared up at that imposing figure, teetering on the verge of defeat. He remembered the fire, the gunpowder, the gore. His own blood pooling in the sand at Rhalgr’s Reach, the taste of iron in his mouth as he collapsed. He remembered the screams. Lyse’s screams. Awaking to his sisters sobbing at his bedside. How in one fell swoop the Resistance had been utterly crushed. Steak’s blood was boiling. I'm going to kill him. I'm going to fucking kill him. I have to. He reached for his knives.

Zenos removed his helmet, smiling in satisfaction at the crack Steak's blade had left across it. The blow landed with enough strength to shatter even Garlean alloy. Truly a mark of a fearsome beast. That’s it, you arrogant fool. Get closer. Closer… Zenos let the helm slip from his hand, and it landed in the muck with a thud. Steak sprang forth with all the speed he could muster. He would not get another chance. One knife he managed to sink into a gap in the Legatus’ armor, just between the ribs and wedged underneath his breastplate. The other, he intended to meet the prince’s now undefended neck; however, his blow was thwarted.

Zenos had seized his wrist before Steak could make the final plunge. His grip was that of a steel vice, dangling the Miqo’te in the air. Their eyes met, and Steak froze. Ice-blue eyes stared through him, twinkling with a boyish glee. Barely phased by the dagger Steak had plunged betwixt his ribs. Were the circumstances different, Steak might have even called him handsome. Something in Steak’s wrist popped, and the pain ripped him back to reality. The knife dropped from his hands, clattering down Zenos’ armor until it landed in the mud. His feet kicked furiously. He tried to free the other knife, but found it was now stuck between the metal plating of Zenos’ breastplate. Trapped in the claws of the enemy, Steak’s heart sank into his stomach. Zenos’ smile widened. “Oh, how right I was to spare your life.”

Once again thinking about Steak and Zenos' fight in Doma

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"His Esteemed Radiance has waited long enough for his promised day; wouldn't you agree, Prince Consort?"

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