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Could we take these off now, sugarpie,’ Sands growled, yanking his hands back and smiling as the Mariachi´s pants jangled as he fell off balance.
//No.//
I´m blind, El,’ he said, the sweet tone sounding false to both of their ears.
//You cannot be trusted.//
I know you speak English. Why not lay off el Español.’
//And I know you speak Spanish, why don´t *you* lay off the English?//
Touché,’ he said, his voice dropping an octave. Honestly, El
seriously. You can take the chains off. Even a sadistic fuck like me recognizes when he is being helped.’
//I will take the chains off when we reach the hospital.//
Which is how far from here,’ Sands asked, raising an eyebrow. We talkin´ today?’
//I tried to get a car, Sands. You are the one who said no.//
Sands laughed. They´d have seen my eyes or lack thereof and kicked us out anyway. I was saving us the trouble.’
//Two more miles.//
Well, El,’ Sands said, sighing deeply. Two miles is more like ten to a man with two bullet holes in his legs, one in his arm, and no eyes.’
//I know
I´m sorry.//
So take off the fucking CHAINS!’
//No.//
Sands frowned at the laugh that came from the Mariachi and yanked on his chains again, causing El to stumble back into him. Admit it.’
//Admit what?//
You just want to be attached to me,’ Sands said, smiling slowly. You´re sexually attracted to me.’
//Yes.//
Ah, he admits it,’ Sands said, laughing.
//Surely you recognize sarcasm, Sands.//
I recognize it,’ Sands said, raising an eyebrow again. I also choose to ignore it, because my legs are on fire, and I´m fucking chained to you like a damn dog, and it makes me happy to think at least one of us is deriving pleasure out of my torture.’
//Oh, I´m deriving pleasure-- just not sexual pleasure.//
Yeah, well,’ Sands grumbled, reaching up and pulling a few wayward strands of hair out of his blood caked face. Maybe later.’
//Perhaps.//
Sands frowned, taking a deep breath. It´s not very nice to tease, El.’
//Who says I am teasing?//
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