Drug

by Cherusha


I need this hate.

This devastating fury and carnal brutality.

Because the purple bruises you leave behind are like aphrodisia against my skin. They mark your ownership of me, and I crave them like you crave your precious Truth.

But I've given you something precious, Mulder. Because you're so lost. And this, is the one thing you can be sure of. Even when there's nothing left, this you'll still have.

Hate lasts forever. It is the only Truth. And it's ours. Something no one else can touch.

I need.

Because if I can't have you, at least I have this.
 

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