[And in that pause, Vincent kneels over him, breathing hard now that he's got any room to do so. He can't see the other man, but he doesn't need to. He knows what he wants.
Sometimes dogs will fight, not because they want to come out on top, but because they want to be told what their place is. In this single moment, they've entered an agreement that Vincent will lead and Irahl will have the blessed reprieve of not needing to do anything more than follow him. Vincent is happy to reassure him that he doesn't need to think about a thing.
He licks his lip where Irahl's blood had been smeared mere seconds ago, before lunging forward to beat the absolute shit out of him. Nothing mean, nothing cruel, but he's going to leave nasty bruises and fight hard to keep him pinned, and take as much control away from him as he can.]
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Sometimes dogs will fight, not because they want to come out on top, but because they want to be told what their place is. In this single moment, they've entered an agreement that Vincent will lead and Irahl will have the blessed reprieve of not needing to do anything more than follow him. Vincent is happy to reassure him that he doesn't need to think about a thing.
He licks his lip where Irahl's blood had been smeared mere seconds ago, before lunging forward to beat the absolute shit out of him. Nothing mean, nothing cruel, but he's going to leave nasty bruises and fight hard to keep him pinned, and take as much control away from him as he can.]