Kylar thought, surely Ada would be impressed with his new getup. The Cyanide costume was a work of majesty, and when paired with Toxin, it was fucking fun as all Hell. Kylar had gotten into regular hunting and killing with Toxin, always putting fun little theatrical spins on it. Ada was a hunter, and loathe to admit it as Kylar was a damn good one. Better than him. Maybe he'd appreciate all the work Kylar had put into his disguise.
He was damn confident, tapping at Ada's door with his knuckles. Or when he strolled in like he owned the place, carrying with him what appeared to be an overnight bag (and was, in some regards) but doubled as his costume bag.
"You're going to want to see this," he said with barely masked excitement, rolling on his feet. He dug through the bag a second and pulled the suit out, then the plague doctors mask and showed them off. "Cool, right?
"I've been getting together with a friend of mine, Toxin. Murder escapades. You hear about the Christmas presents with all those body parts? Us."
Beaming, proud, Kylar waited for some form of congratulations. He was often poking Ada for something. Verbal pride, jealousy, possessiveness, lust. Anything that made Kylar think Ada wanted him.
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The pup was late. Again. His impudence and lack of respect were beginning to really grate on Adalwolf's nerves. As soon as he let Kylar in, Adalwolf went to the bar off to the side of his living room and poured a glass of brandy each for himself and his Beute."You would show up late to your own funeral, Liebling." There was only a hint of disappointment in his words. He was agitated, yes, but it did no good to show it. That was what Kylar wanted anyhow. The best thing Adalwolf could do was to appear unperturbed.
And then the pup pulled out his pajamas. Adalwolf stared at the plague doctor mask. The costume. Let Kylar's words sink in. Setting both glasses down, Adalwolf crossed the room. Shoulders back, deadpan. Nonthreatening. When he was close enough however, he struck out. Grabbed at Kylar's shirt. Pushed him backward while kicking his leg around to sweep Kylar onto his back.
Straddling the younger Crocotta's chest, Adalwolf stared down at him. "Is that your Halloween costume, Beute? Because a predator doesn't need to wear a goddamned costume or take a stupid fucking name. You want me to pat you on the head and tell you 'good job?' For this childishness?"
"If you aren't going to dress like an adult, you can get out of my fucking home."
"I'm never late. I arrive exactly when I plan to. Death can fuck off."
Kylar didn't know what he'd been expecting, but to be thrown to the ground and straddled was not it. The breath was knocked out of him, but if his body was in pain, he didn't feel it. He met Ada's eyes, nervous smile in place to bare teeth. It was a more canine gesture than a human one. He whined, frustrated, ashamed, and turned on all at once.
He was feeling emotions he never even knew existed, and it wasn't charming or pleasant. He didn't feel more human he just felt powerless. Kylar wasn't afraid, not in the usual sense of the word. He just could recognize a larger predator than himself and the fact that the predator in question was another Crocotta had him a little strange.
The young man bore his neck to Ada in a sign of submission, talking a little quicker, but without anxiety. If any of his words slurred, it was because of arousal.
"What'd you call the military uniform? It's just another brand of costume, Adalwolf. Another way to get away with legal murder." He paused, debated his next words. "Let me up."
Kylar had no intention of throwing the costume away, but he sure as hell wouldn't bring it out near Ada anymore. Here was to hoping Ada wouldn't watch the news close enough to know when he used it.
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