{"sf1_id":694473,"sf2_id":"znJ6xlKn","title":"A Violent Truth","author":"MadgodYui","words":1444,"posted_at":"2014-04-18T19:05:00.000Z","tags":["Foul Language","Fox","Gay Relationships","Gore","Jackal","M/M","No-Yiff","Violence","chupacabra","dexter"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/694473-a-violent-truth","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/znJ6xlKn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e6/4c/e64ca14a-8b34-40dd-9757-28ea71676d09","description":"","content":"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You fucked everything up.\"\u0026nbsp; Dexter's back was pressed against the wall, his head knocking back against the surface at random intervals.\u0026nbsp; His eyes were shut, his mouth ajar, his blood-spattered paws hanging between upturned knees.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Violence sat beside him, giving the half-breed a sidelong glance.\u0026nbsp; He was quiet a long moment before finally saying, \"It was bound to fail.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Dexter's body tightened at the words, his fur bristling, eyes clamping shut even harder.\u0026nbsp; \"Shut up.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Just look at how horribly you lost yourself,\" the fox reasoned.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Shut.\u0026nbsp; Up.\"\u0026nbsp; Clenched teeth.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You were a monster back there.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I said shut up!\"\u0026nbsp; Dexter's head came away from the wall upon shouting, only to reconnect with it with a loud _thud_.\u0026nbsp; He breathed deep, relaxing his muscles only to find that he was trembling.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; They sat in silence for a long time; the only sounds were the steady drip from the kitchen faucet and the low wail from a police siren cutting through the night.\u0026nbsp; The apartment stank of blood, or maybe Dexter only thought it did.\u0026nbsp; His paws and muzzle were covered, after all.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You need to face the truth,\" Violence said after a time, his tone gentler than Dexter had ever heard it.\u0026nbsp; It couldn't be real, of course.\u0026nbsp; Violence always had an agenda.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I held it in just fine, all this time.\"\u0026nbsp; The half-jackal's lip curled, but his eyes stayed closed.\u0026nbsp; \"I had urges sometimes, yeah, but I held it in.\"\u0026nbsp; He nodded as if that settled everything.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Holding it in is why you exploded the way you did.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Dexter's eyes finally opened, giant two-toned orbs of green locking onto the fox before turning quickly away.\u0026nbsp; \"Whatever.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"And now he's de--\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Okay, shut the fuck up right fucking now!\"\u0026nbsp; It was a bark, full of fury and pain.\u0026nbsp; He glared at Violence now, his breaths coming in heavily.\u0026nbsp; \"I mean it!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The fox's bright yellow eyes widened at Dexter's anger, but he said nothing further.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Another long silence passed, only slightly hindered by the faraway sound of a car alarm.\u0026nbsp; Why didn't sitting beside Violence without speaking feel awkward?\u0026nbsp; Dexter always felt awkward with anyone in a quiet room.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He let out a sigh that took nearly everything out of him.\u0026nbsp; \"Why'd you have to tell him that?\"\u0026nbsp; His voice was scratchy now.\u0026nbsp; He reached up and put pressure between his eyes.\u0026nbsp; \"I would rather you'd have told him we fucked than told him what I am.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I just don't understand how he _didn't_know.\u0026nbsp; What'd he think your spines were?\u0026nbsp; Or your forked tongue?\u0026nbsp; Nevermind the long reptilian end to an otherwise perfectly mammalian tail.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"He knew I was a hybrid, okay?\"\u0026nbsp; Dexter tangled a tired hand in his black-and-aqua hair, leaving streaks of red behind.\u0026nbsp; \"I just...\u0026nbsp; I told him my great-grandfather was a gila monster.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Violence snorted, and Dexter shot him a scathing look.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"That's the problem,\" Violence pressed.\u0026nbsp; \"Your entire relationship was built on lies.\u0026nbsp; Why would you want that?\u0026nbsp; What's the point?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Dexter blinked at him, then turned away without responding.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Did you love him?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The half-breed's fur stood on end, his brow furrowing.\u0026nbsp; He grumbled something unintelligible.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"What?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I said I don't know,\" Dexter snapped.\u0026nbsp; \"I don't know...\u0026nbsp; I liked him.\u0026nbsp; He was right.\u0026nbsp; Worth it.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"But love?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I don't know.\u0026nbsp; I thought...\"\u0026nbsp; He grasped his head in both paws, ears lowering.\u0026nbsp; \"I thought he could help me control it.\u0026nbsp; If I could just...\u0026nbsp; If I could fuck the object of my appetites and not lose control...\"\u0026nbsp; He swallowed an uncomfortable lump in his throat.\u0026nbsp; \"I wanted him to tame me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Well...\"\u0026nbsp; It was gentle. \u0026nbsp;Too gentle.\u0026nbsp; It was jarring.\u0026nbsp; \"Now you know you can't tame this sort of thing.\u0026nbsp; It'll just make you a ticking time bomb.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Dexter nodded, folding his arms on his knees and burying his face in them.\u0026nbsp; He wanted Violence to touch him, but he didn't want it at the same time.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The night's events assaulted him with sudden ferocity, flashing in his head unbidden.\u0026nbsp; There was a grin on Violence's face as he stood before the apartment door and let out those words--just words, but they did all the damage in the world.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; _Didn't you know?\u0026nbsp; Your boyfriend's half chupacabra._\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Roger was the kindest, most accommodating individual Dexter had ever known, always smiling, always giving the benefit of the doubt, always providing and caring and helping.\u0026nbsp; But at the end of the day he was still a goat, and chupacabra is a bad word to goats, no matter how accommodating.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; That look of fear in Roger's eyes cut Dexter deep.\u0026nbsp; It told that, even after all their time together, Roger immediately believed Violence's word against Dexter, as if he'd always known.\u0026nbsp; The half-breed didn't stand a chance.\u0026nbsp; Roger was already backing away.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; _A chupa... cabra...?_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Now Dexter was all chupacabra to him.\u0026nbsp; It was as if he completely ignored the word \"half\".\u0026nbsp; Dexter tried to reason with him, tried to say it was okay, that they'd been together this whole time without incident, why did a word have to change things?\u0026nbsp; But Roger wasn't listening.\u0026nbsp; It wasn't his fault, really.\u0026nbsp; Terror wouldn't let him listen.\u0026nbsp; Dexter pleaded with him, told him he hadn't meant to lie, that he liked Roger and had been afraid that the truth wouldn't have let him get a chance.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The look on Roger's face told him he was right.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Roger tried to run.\u0026nbsp; He shouldn't have done that.\u0026nbsp; He should have calmly walked to the door.\u0026nbsp; Dexter would have let him go if he hadn't run.\u0026nbsp; But the jackal's feral impulses took the fleeing too seriously.\u0026nbsp; He'd pounced.\u0026nbsp; Roger hit the floor.\u0026nbsp; Dexter had him pinned.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; _You won't even listen to me.\u0026nbsp; If you want me to be a monster, I'll show you one._\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Dexter's teeth were like the sharpest scissors running through tissue paper as they cleaved into Roger's chest, heedless even of his ribcage.\u0026nbsp; Roger bleated, loud and piercing.\u0026nbsp; That didn't last long.\u0026nbsp; One swipe of Dexter's claws made short work of the goat's throat, slicing it clean until all Roger could do was gurgle until his life ran out of him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; It was a meal fit for a monster, the blood-and-guts-splattering-against-the-walls type of meal.\u0026nbsp; Violence watched the entire thing without once trying to interfere.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Dexter recalled, smelled the blood, saw his boyfriend's mangled corpse lying in the middle of the living room floor without actually looking over at it.\u0026nbsp; And then sorrow hit him like a wave of icy razorblades.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"What did I do?\" he whimpered, trying to ignore the feeling of Violence's shiver in response.\u0026nbsp; \"What the fuck did I do?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Hey.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Why'd you have to tell him?\"\u0026nbsp; His voice was muffled in his arms.\u0026nbsp; \"I've kept my asshole brother away from him all this time.\u0026nbsp; I made him believe I was just some fucked up jackal-lizard.\u0026nbsp; Then you come along and fuck it all up.\u0026nbsp; You have sex with me, fucking blackmail me for two months, then you fuck it up anyway.\"\u0026nbsp; He kept the tears out of his voice as best he could, but he knew he shouldn't look up.\u0026nbsp; He did anyway, and Violence's face fell into shock upon seeing the lines darkening the yellow fur beneath the half-breed's eyes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Hey,\" Violence said again.\u0026nbsp; \"Don't cry.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Why'd you do it?\u0026nbsp; Why do you have to fuck with me?\u0026nbsp; What'd I do to you?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The fox's maw worked silently a moment.\u0026nbsp; \"I...\u0026nbsp; I like you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Dexter's eyes narrowed until they were thin openings between the indigo Anubis-lines around his eyelids.\u0026nbsp; \"Fuck off.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"No, I--\"\u0026nbsp; He tried to put his arms around Dexter, but the jackal pushed him away.\u0026nbsp; It was not a hard push, just a tired little shove.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Dexter, I mean it.\u0026nbsp; I wanted you to myself.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; It sounded like him, selfish and conniving, eager to hurt.\u0026nbsp; But Dexter couldn't believe the fox actually had feelings for him.\u0026nbsp; \"Just shut up.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He tried to push Violence away again, but the fox grasped his face.\u0026nbsp; Dexter placed a paw on the other male's wrist, but his movements were sluggish.\u0026nbsp; Violence managed to kneel between his legs, leaning in to kiss him.\u0026nbsp; Dexter turned away, but didn't put up much more fight than that.\u0026nbsp; Their mouths met, Violence's tongue heedless of the blood coating the other's maw, and he stopped resisting.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He should hate this stupid fox.\u0026nbsp; Why couldn't he?\n\n  \n  \n\n"}