# A Violent Truth

Author: MadgodYui
Tags: Foul Language, Fox, Gay Relationships, Gore, Jackal, M/M, No-Yiff, Violence, chupacabra, dexter

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You fucked everything up."&nbsp; Dexter's back was pressed against the wall, his head knocking back against the surface at random intervals.&nbsp; His eyes were shut, his mouth ajar, his blood-spattered paws hanging between upturned knees.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Violence sat beside him, giving the half-breed a sidelong glance.&nbsp; He was quiet a long moment before finally saying, "It was bound to fail."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Dexter's body tightened at the words, his fur bristling, eyes clamping shut even harder.&nbsp; "Shut up."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Just look at how horribly you lost yourself," the fox reasoned.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Shut.&nbsp; Up."&nbsp; Clenched teeth.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You were a monster back there."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I said shut up!"&nbsp; Dexter's head came away from the wall upon shouting, only to reconnect with it with a loud _thud_.&nbsp; He breathed deep, relaxing his muscles only to find that he was trembling.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; The apartment stank of blood, or maybe Dexter only thought it did.&nbsp; His paws and muzzle were covered, after all.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You need to face the truth," Violence said after a time, his tone gentler than Dexter had ever heard it.&nbsp; It couldn't be real, of course.&nbsp; Violence always had an agenda.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I held it in just fine, all this time."&nbsp; The half-jackal's lip curled, but his eyes stayed closed.&nbsp; "I had urges sometimes, yeah, but I held it in."&nbsp; He nodded as if that settled everything.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Holding it in is why you exploded the way you did."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Dexter's eyes finally opened, giant two-toned orbs of green locking onto the fox before turning quickly away.&nbsp; "Whatever."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "And now he's de--"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Okay, shut the fuck up right fucking now!"&nbsp; It was a bark, full of fury and pain.&nbsp; He glared at Violence now, his breaths coming in heavily.&nbsp; "I mean it!"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The fox's bright yellow eyes widened at Dexter's anger, but he said nothing further.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Another long silence passed, only slightly hindered by the faraway sound of a car alarm.&nbsp; Why didn't sitting beside Violence without speaking feel awkward?&nbsp; Dexter always felt awkward with anyone in a quiet room.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He let out a sigh that took nearly everything out of him.&nbsp; "Why'd you have to tell him that?"&nbsp; His voice was scratchy now.&nbsp; He reached up and put pressure between his eyes.&nbsp; "I would rather you'd have told him we fucked than told him what I am."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I just don't understand how he _didn't_know.&nbsp; What'd he think your spines were?&nbsp; Or your forked tongue?&nbsp; Nevermind the long reptilian end to an otherwise perfectly mammalian tail."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "He knew I was a hybrid, okay?"&nbsp; Dexter tangled a tired hand in his black-and-aqua hair, leaving streaks of red behind.&nbsp; "I just...&nbsp; I told him my great-grandfather was a gila monster."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Violence snorted, and Dexter shot him a scathing look.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "That's the problem," Violence pressed.&nbsp; "Your entire relationship was built on lies.&nbsp; Why would you want that?&nbsp; What's the point?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Dexter blinked at him, then turned away without responding.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Did you love him?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The half-breed's fur stood on end, his brow furrowing.&nbsp; He grumbled something unintelligible.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "What?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I said I don't know," Dexter snapped.&nbsp; "I don't know...&nbsp; I liked him.&nbsp; He was right.&nbsp; Worth it."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "But love?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I don't know.&nbsp; I thought..."&nbsp; He grasped his head in both paws, ears lowering.&nbsp; "I thought he could help me control it.&nbsp; If I could just...&nbsp; If I could fuck the object of my appetites and not lose control..."&nbsp; He swallowed an uncomfortable lump in his throat.&nbsp; "I wanted him to tame me."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Well..."&nbsp; It was gentle. &nbsp;Too gentle.&nbsp; It was jarring.&nbsp; "Now you know you can't tame this sort of thing.&nbsp; It'll just make you a ticking time bomb."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Dexter nodded, folding his arms on his knees and burying his face in them.&nbsp; He wanted Violence to touch him, but he didn't want it at the same time.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The night's events assaulted him with sudden ferocity, flashing in his head unbidden.&nbsp; 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.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; _Didn't you know?&nbsp; Your boyfriend's half chupacabra._

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; But at the end of the day he was still a goat, and chupacabra is a bad word to goats, no matter how accommodating.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That look of fear in Roger's eyes cut Dexter deep.&nbsp; It told that, even after all their time together, Roger immediately believed Violence's word against Dexter, as if he'd always known.&nbsp; The half-breed didn't stand a chance.&nbsp; Roger was already backing away.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; _A chupa... cabra...?_

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Now Dexter was all chupacabra to him.&nbsp; It was as if he completely ignored the word "half".&nbsp; 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?&nbsp; But Roger wasn't listening.&nbsp; It wasn't his fault, really.&nbsp; Terror wouldn't let him listen.&nbsp; 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.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The look on Roger's face told him he was right.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Roger tried to run.&nbsp; He shouldn't have done that.&nbsp; He should have calmly walked to the door.&nbsp; Dexter would have let him go if he hadn't run.&nbsp; But the jackal's feral impulses took the fleeing too seriously.&nbsp; He'd pounced.&nbsp; Roger hit the floor.&nbsp; Dexter had him pinned.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; _You won't even listen to me.&nbsp; If you want me to be a monster, I'll show you one._

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Dexter's teeth were like the sharpest scissors running through tissue paper as they cleaved into Roger's chest, heedless even of his ribcage.&nbsp; Roger bleated, loud and piercing.&nbsp; That didn't last long.&nbsp; 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.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It was a meal fit for a monster, the blood-and-guts-splattering-against-the-walls type of meal.&nbsp; Violence watched the entire thing without once trying to interfere.

&nbsp;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.&nbsp; And then sorrow hit him like a wave of icy razorblades.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "What did I do?" he whimpered, trying to ignore the feeling of Violence's shiver in response.&nbsp; "What the fuck did I do?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Hey."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Why'd you have to tell him?"&nbsp; His voice was muffled in his arms.&nbsp; "I've kept my asshole brother away from him all this time.&nbsp; I made him believe I was just some fucked up jackal-lizard.&nbsp; Then you come along and fuck it all up.&nbsp; You have sex with me, fucking blackmail me for two months, then you fuck it up anyway."&nbsp; He kept the tears out of his voice as best he could, but he knew he shouldn't look up.&nbsp; He did anyway, and Violence's face fell into shock upon seeing the lines darkening the yellow fur beneath the half-breed's eyes.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Hey," Violence said again.&nbsp; "Don't cry."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Why'd you do it?&nbsp; Why do you have to fuck with me?&nbsp; What'd I do to you?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The fox's maw worked silently a moment.&nbsp; "I...&nbsp; I like you."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Dexter's eyes narrowed until they were thin openings between the indigo Anubis-lines around his eyelids.&nbsp; "Fuck off."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "No, I--"&nbsp; He tried to put his arms around Dexter, but the jackal pushed him away.&nbsp; It was not a hard push, just a tired little shove.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Dexter, I mean it.&nbsp; I wanted you to myself."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It sounded like him, selfish and conniving, eager to hurt.&nbsp; But Dexter couldn't believe the fox actually had feelings for him.&nbsp; "Just shut up."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He tried to push Violence away again, but the fox grasped his face.&nbsp; Dexter placed a paw on the other male's wrist, but his movements were sluggish.&nbsp; Violence managed to kneel between his legs, leaning in to kiss him.&nbsp; Dexter turned away, but didn't put up much more fight than that.&nbsp; Their mouths met, Violence's tongue heedless of the blood coating the other's maw, and he stopped resisting.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He should hate this stupid fox.&nbsp; Why couldn't he?

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