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Fighting These Feelings

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When Urgayle looks at McNab, his vision goes hazy and he sees red. He sees blood on McNab's face. Blood Urgayle drew because McNab wanted it there. Asked for it.

Urgayle doesn't think about how hard McNab's blood gets him.

McNab is a twisted, sick fucker. Urgayle figured that out early on. The trouble is, he likes that about McNab. Thank fucking Christ McNab doesn't know it, or this would be worse than it is already.

"Harder," McNab pants, hands tugging against the cuffs, "come on, fuck me..."

"Shut up," Urgayle hisses.

He needs this. They both do.

I'm sorry.