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Malim watched, stood there, being restrained by the warlord behind him. The commander of the opposing side. The commander that loved to the point, he would overthrow the leader of his own country, just to start a war. For him.
Malim saw the bloodshed. He watched it all happen, as if in slow motion.
"Why...?" His voice faltering, the question coming out ever so softly. He resisted against the hold of the warlord, but he whined as the gripped tightened. A hand crept it's way, up to his neck, to his chin and Malim's head was snapped backwards, forced to look to the commander behind him. Red eyes meeting pink ones.
Zander, a high ranked military commander. He was the head, the reason for this was.
"You still don't get it. Do you?" He asked, his voice eerily calm. A sinister grin forming.
"I'll be your ruin." Malim's body shuddered, the words not only making his knees buckle, but a heat rising within him, a heat he didn't want to feel, yet, he didn't mind it.
Zanny snapped Malim's head back, so his eyes were on the battle field full of bloodshed and bodies.
"Darling," Zanny's lips grazed Malim's ear, "look at me." He coaxed and Malim mistakenly turned his head, seeing that smile. The smile Zanny, the military commander, had, the cold one that never met his eyes.
"I will carve your name," his voice, his hot breath of cigarette musk, lingered across the red-head's skin,
"Into the bloody corpse that is this world." His eyes, now glazed with an expression that looked like insanity. Malim flinched.
Zanny's eyes had a wild look, his pupils thin, slits, ones like of a cat.
"Never forget." Zanny panted out. He did this. He made the war happen. Malim knew why. Zander did this, all over this, so the two of them could be together. As both rulers of their countries. Zanny being from the north, Malim from the south. Did not approve. Did not approve nor cared for a union between the two star-crossed lovers, and Zanny, he couldn't bare it, so he did this. The war.
"You don't need to fight this, my little flame." His voice, held a sweetness that was thicker than honey.
"I don't need you to be my strongest solider," it was an ironic thing to say, as Malim was from the opposing side. Zanny blew out a whistle, a horse came, and Zanny lifted Malim onto the horse before getting on behind him, holding the younger man's frame closer to his well defined figure.
"I just..." Zanny's voice lingered, Malim shudder again, feeling Zanny's lips explore his ear, his teeth nibbling at his earlobe ever so gently,
"I just need you to sit there comfortably."
"Just watch, my little flame," Zanny got the horse to move, giving Malim a full tour of the bloodbath that had ensued under Zanny's command.
"while I bring the world to heel." Malim's eyes, were wide of terror seeing the blood, the dead corpse that were scattered on the ground ahead of them.
"You don't mind watching," Zanny, tilted Malim's head back once more,
"Right?" He softly asked, before capturing the younger
male's lips into a kiss.