Title: It Isn't Love
Fandom: SyFy's Alice
Characters/Pairing: Mad March x Hatter
Rating: M
Summary: There is something about having your head smashed into the pavement that gives you a rush.
Warning: Slash, pre-series, violence, language, ficlet.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
It isn't love when your face is being smashed into the pavement and blood is dripping from your skull. It also isn't love when he rips off your hat and pulls at your hair. Even when the assassin leans in closely to your ear, so that you can hear the deepening of his fake-breath, you know it isn't love.
Rather it is something closer to abuse. It isn't a relationship of respect, as it is one of rivals.
When Hatter feels his scalp burning, from Mad March pulling his head up again, he manages, despite his face of blood and guts, to groan a defiant, "Fuck. You." It is then that Hatter is reunited with the taste of Wonderland's concrete and spits out some excess blood. Within his dreamy haze of violence, Hatter finds himself thinking that this is the sort of Oyster thrill that even Tea cannot provide you.
Perhaps it isn't a relationship of rivals, as it is a relationship of mutual understanding – give some to get some.
Mad's voice whispers roughly into Hatter's ear, demanding knowledge of the library's location. Instead of replying, Hatter is off handedly wondering if androids can feel emotion. Even caught within the high of adrenaline, he is fairly certain that they cannot. He coughs up a little blood and plays dumb: why would he know the location of some damned library?
Yet, at times, they are both certain they have absolutely no understanding of one another. Lust, seems the suit their attachment far more appropriately.
Hatter is pulled to his feet, the collar of his jacket held tightly by the robot with a human mask. Mad stares at the broken man in front of him before his shoulders shake with silent laughter, "I want to destroy you."