*There's a lurch in Cesar's gut that confirms what the doppelganger already knows. It's the hold the smaller man has had on him for weeks; It's the excuses Cesar made for him in his head, the burning drinks that helped him ignore what he wanted to, and lusty passion that drew him far enough to cross lines before he'd realized it--he's been dancing like a marionette under his touch this whole time, and he feels that hand now more than ever.*
*He's gotten really messed up, hasn't he?*
*Even now his blood can't decide if it wants to be hot or cold, and instead of righteously angry he's just sick and tangled up. He wants to push the doppelganger off of L, tie him to a chair or pin him to the floor in ways he knows he can manage from experience. What then, though? Will he leave him there? Will the doppelganger talk his way out of it like he talks his way out of everything? Will doing this just create even more openings for this farce of L to torment him, pulling him close and enjoying every reaction like it's some kind of drug?*
*Cesar's hands open and close at his sides, but he doesn't step forward yet.*
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*He's gotten really messed up, hasn't he?*
*Even now his blood can't decide if it wants to be hot or cold, and instead of righteously angry he's just sick and tangled up. He wants to push the doppelganger off of L, tie him to a chair or pin him to the floor in ways he knows he can manage from experience. What then, though? Will he leave him there? Will the doppelganger talk his way out of it like he talks his way out of everything? Will doing this just create even more openings for this farce of L to torment him, pulling him close and enjoying every reaction like it's some kind of drug?*
*Cesar's hands open and close at his sides, but he doesn't step forward yet.*