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Part 2. #Körangi CW: Chastity mention.

Horangi turned the cage over in his hand.

Polished steel of it heavy despite the size and the cut-outs in the metal. The whole of it fitting easily within the corners of his open palm. 2 parts that slid together seemlessly.

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He looks at it from every angle, trying to see the appeal in its restrictive size and the cone-shaped spikes lining the rounded tip of it on the inside.

They looked so small. Barely raised above the surface.

Horangi ran two fingers inside the curve of it, met the spikes on the bottom and pressed the flesh of his fingerpads into them. Imagining what it must feel like on more sensitive parts.

Letting go, the dents left in his skin looked worse than he imagined they would.

Deep and red. Filling back out quickly without the constant pressure, but this was merely seconds.

He can't believe König had worn this for hours. And in the field. Moving constantly as they did. The pressure against him had to have been immense.

Putting it down on the table, he sighs and turns around to look over the figure still asleep in bed. Massive body curled up like a child, hiding his sensitive middle, shielding himself on instinct.

Nine hours he'd slept so far.

None of them slept like this, always on edge, ready to deploy at a seconds notice if a mission came in.

For König to pass out like this? It worries him to think what's made him need it this bad.
The Austrian does that most of the time though. Worries him.

He fights like a beast, and strategizes with the best of them - no hesitance in those bones when he's needed. Yes, sir, yes captain. No questions asked.

None of the others give like this.

They're all worried to some degree about their own skin, coming back alive, and seeing the next mission.
König exists only in that bloodsoaked moment.

Something always made his stomach clench at the thought of it.

It's both awe-inspiring and at the same time absolutely horrific to watch - one man grinning down enemies twice their numbers, chomping at the bits that are their Captain's orders. Their authority the only reins keeping him pulled back and in place.

Ready to tear and rend the second he's let off leash with a vocal command.

This, is the backside of it, a backside he hadn't been allowed to see before. Self-flagellation to the point of possible permanent damage. Sleep-deprivation. Loneliness.

Horangi sighs.

He knows what it's like to chase that need for something you can't understand or even see.
There's this hole in you and you fill it with what you can, hoping to satiate the black hole eating you alive.
Upping the danger every time when the high of it fades.

He went through his journey to tame it on his own. But as much as König is a capable soldier and an unstoppable force, he feels too fragile to do it on his own.
He needs someone.

And damn if the thought doesn't make him want to climb back into that bed and hold him tighter than any steel could. (End part 2)

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