Wildefire: The Worst Thing
cw: discussed/referenced prison whump and abuse; manipulative whumper, bluntly discussed noncon
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"What's the worst thing they did to you, Alexei?" Uriah was standing behind him, unwelcome hands light on his shoulders. The muscle there still ached from his most recent punishment.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Lex's answer was automatic. Flat words with no emotion behind them; flat hope that Uriah would let him walk away from this conversation.
"Of course you do," Uriah pressed, amusement in his voice. "You spent a year in the Tower. I want to hear about it. I want to know what you're so afraid of."
"Why?"
"When I ask you a question, I want an answer without having to explain myself."
Lex grit his teeth. "Why?" he repeated. He already knew the answer. Because I want to use it against you. Because I can.
Uriah clicked his tongue. "You won't like my answer," he said. "Or maybe you will. I think sending you back is too dramatic for a first offense, so I want something else. Something I can do to you when you step out of line."
(Brine, mine, spine.)
Of course Fox had the audacity to ask him to name this future punishment. Because why else would he bring it up, if he wasn't planning on using it? Lately it seemed like he'd been watching Lex like a hawk. Waiting for a slip up. A mistake. Defiance that was a shade too dark.
Uriah gave his shoulders a squeeze. "Alexei? I'm waiting."