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It was silent in the extremist's house. Since both of the anarchists were gone, one would expect the house to look cleaner, but it was rather the other way around. Normally Tankie would play the "housewife" of the four extremists and clean everything after the others, but since he himself has started to make a mess, without cleaning it after himself, there was just a mess everywhere. And the Identitarian would never go so low and do more cleaning up than his own room.
AuthRight walked over to the couch, where Tankie was currently laying while staring up at the ceiling. There were obvious tear stains on his cheeks and his eyes were ridiculously red. It annoyed the other Authoritarian to no end. How could the communist allow himself to act so weak? And that especially without even trying to hide it?! Disgusting! Degenerate!
"Get up, we have a genocide to carry out, did you forget why we are here?" The Identitarian asked, kicking the couch slightly. The communist reacted a bit later, turning his head around to him slowly. "Leave me alone, Nazi." He simply said his accent thicker than usual. He seemed to care little if the other was able to understand him through the accent or not. The Identitarian rolled his eyes. "This is disgraceful. I know you're a leftist, and 90% of leftists are degenerates, but I really thought of you as a little better than this." He stated, crossing his arms while judgmentally looking down at the other extremist as if he were a disappointing father or something.
Tankie was silent for a moment before starting to laugh hysterically and pushing himself up, now finally properly sitting on the couch instead of laying down. "I don't know what gave you the idea, but I literally don't care what you think about me. Not matter if that might be good or bad. You're a fascist, imperialist scum. We're here together for the Centricide, yes, but look around, the anarchists are no more. We're missing-" "Shut up, we both know you're only whining because your stupid little boyfriend left you. Oh, pooh-huh-huh! Sorry, not sorry, but since when are such trivial things more important than political aspects? Have you totally lost your mind? You act like a stupid human girl that just got her heart broken by the high school football star." The Identitarian shot back, making the communist close his mouth and look at the other with a glare. It was true in a way, but how the other phrased it made Tankie's head boil in anger.
The communist truly respected Ancom, even if qi might not think so. In the end, both of them have the same end goal. Well, that means if Ancom would allow Tankie to have his temporary socialist state, which will wither away on its own and not by some forceful dismantlement that Ancom wishes for. But yeah, mostly the same... Having lost the other leftist has truly left a bigger scar on him than it might should have. It has been not easy for the communist to open up to another person, well, ideology. To now be mocked for having feelings, especially by HIM, annoyed Tankie to no end. AuthRight could never understand what it felt like because he was a goddamn antisocial prick. Sometimes he wondered if the other even had feelings. Sometimes he dreamed about hurting the other, but not physically, he wanted to hurt him mentally. That would leave such a bigger message. It might even change how the Nazi sees certain things.
"Hello?" The Identitarian said as he realized the communist was drifting into his dream world and not really paying attention anymore. He put one of his feet on the couch. "Get yourself together, beta cuck," He spit out and Tankie narrowed his eyes at him. As the communist looked up at the other Authoritarian, he realized something. Something that hid behind the Nazi's eyes. That prick seemed almost happy. Happy about the fact how bad the other felt. Maybe even proud to have proven to himself to be stronger than the other Authoritarian? The proof that his race, the (((white race))), was stronger than the Slavic race.
Tankie decided that AuthRight was right, he had to get himself together. But not for the Centricide, no, he had to get himself together to push Nazi back into his place. The communist should stop adding to the Nazi's ego.
The communist stood up, now towering over the other. He always had been bigger than the Identitarian, but usually, it was a fact that both of them ignored. The communist because he didn't really care and Nazi because he didn't want to acknowledge being smaller than the other. But today, it kinda played a role.
"You love to kick people when they're down, huh?" Tankie asked, a slight smile forming on his face. It didn't look nice, it rather looked threatening. AuthRight seemed to not really understand what was going on and simply rose an eyebrow. Then, after a few seconds, he smiled back. "Sure! If that makes you come back from your degeneracy! Look, it seemed to have worked. You should thank me, really. And now let's go back to focusing on the Centricide. Well, ... after you cleaned up this mess." AuthRight stated, believing he was in charge of the situation and moved one of his hands around while talking.
The communist shook his head and grabbed Nazi's wrists. This made the other look back in confusion, but he didn't have much time to think about it, because the communist already pushed the other against the nearest wall. "Wait, what are you-" "Shut up. Do you think you're in charge here? Hell no. Normally I'm for equal distribution of power, but you obviously can't handle such things." Nazi's facial expression turned into a frown as he tried to get himself out of the commie's grip.
"Hä? Why are you suddenly angry now? You seriously have mood swings. Do you have your menstruation period right now or something? Fuck, I always knew you're actually a tranny! You're just too much of a pu-" His voice died down in his throat as the communist let go of his wrists and instead rammed him his elbow into the stomach. "Agh-"
Nazi toppled over, holding his stomach in pain while trying to glare up at the other. Tankie just kicked him down with a swing to his shins. "Why do yo-" "You can't learn it any other way, huh? Sometimes one just has to use violence, you're one of these cases." The communist didn't stop there, he raised one of his feet and let it slam down back on the back of Nazi's head. Nazi's chin unwillingly met the ground. This whole action made him accidentally bit his tongue, which made him escape a small whimper in pain.
A smile crept on the communist's face. Having power over another person wasn't exactly right, but this felt different. It was okay. The other was still a fasho and those certainly need punishment. He couldn't just put the White Identitarian into a gulag, so other ideas must be executed. This just being one of them.
"Scheiße, fuck, you stupid Slavic Untermensch. Acting like a n*gger and shit, just randomly acting out like a monkey, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you." Nazi tried to get back up, but when one never really physically worked out and instead relied on their racial supremacy, it was no surprise that he wasn't able to get up again. Tankie ran a morning lap every day after all, well, at least before Ancom left.
"I really despise your take on idpol." Tankie simply stated, not budging one bit. Nazi continued to struggle, which eventually lead the communist to remove the feet over his head. The rightist was pleased by this at first, but it turned out that the communist only did that, to kick him in the face and then slam his boot back onto the back of his head. Yet again, Nazi's chin made contact with the ground and his nose began bleeding a communist red.
This time he didn't complain and instead just stayed silent. "Ah, did you learn?" The communist removed his boot from the back of Nazi's head once more, glancing down at the other. The rightist just stayed quiet while taking angry breaths through his bleeding nose.
“Let's make sure you understand what I did this for since you're rather stupid and I can't trust you to not act up once more.” The communist shoved one of his boosts closer to the Nazi's face. “What the fuck are you talking about?!” The rightist finally propped himself up to his elbows, but his legs still laid perfectly straight on the ground. “Lick my boot clean.”
It was completely silent. The rightist looked up to the communist, who looked back at him rather coldly. “Tse,” Nazi turned his head to the side and spit on the ground. Both of the Authoritarians stayed motionless for a moment before Nazi eventually leaned forward with his head and got out his tongue.
Blood rushed to his cheek as he slowly let his tongue ran over the communist's shoes. The boots were rather clean, but it didn't really make the situation any better. “Do you understand what your position is now?” Tankie moved his foot slightly, so the rightist had an easy time licking the already rather clean boots even cleaner. “Hmhm.” The rightist nodded while continuing, he tried to imagine it was the boot of one of his superiors and not from Tankie.
For some weird, fucked-up reason, he didn't really hate it.
Nazi placed both of his hands on the shoe in front of him and then gave it a long lick from down to up. As he finally got his tongue back into his mouth, a small string of saliva followed it. He glanced back up at the communist. They looked into each other eyes intensely. One minute. Two minutes passed.
“... sick fuck.” The communist turned around, grabbing a bottle of vodka from the fridge before walking over to the stairs. “We will work on the Centricide plans tomorrow and you better clean up until then.” He said, not even looking back at the other once before disappearing upstairs.
The rightist quickly sat up and wiped his hands over his bloody nose. He wasn't sure what just happened. He stayed put for a while, just trying to process what just happened. When Nazi then realized that Tankie just left him to clean up the entire messy living room, he sighed in annoyance. But eventually, he did stand up, cleaned his nose, and actually cleaned up the living room.
Tankie would pay for this later. He just... had to work a bit on his physical strength first.