He finds Akito and Lind somewhere deep in the catacombs Lind keeps behind the bars of his cage, in a room devoid of anything except a single stone chair. Agito refuses to name it a throne. The air is filled with goldfish of every type, flitting here and there in a multitude of colours, shifting and shining like a living rainbow.
Akito calls his name from where he perches on Lind's lap. Lind's arm is wrapped around his waist, and he pushes at it clumsily, attention focussed on Agito. He is blushing, slightly, and Agito hates this, hates their inability to stay away from Lind, hates the shame that comes with his touch.
Akito finally jerks free, rushing to Agito's side. Agito holds him close without a second thought. This is his purpose, to protect. He strokes Akito's hair back from his face, allowing himself to relax in this, his mirror; equal reliance, dependence, reflection and acceptance. Lind is nothing of this. Lind is the original, other, solitary and dangerous.
"Agito," Lind says, and the fish shift suddenly above them, discordant and coloured pale green. He sees their behaviour for what it is: prey fearfully fleeing from a threat. But Agito is not prey. He releases Akito, goes to Lind, momentarily giving up the constant fight against the magnetic pull of him.
He stops with his arms braced on the arms of the chair, his body a harsh arch over Lind. "What the fuck do you want?" he sneers, and Lind smiles, same sharp teeth, shifting forward like a snake and sliding his arms possessively around Agito's neck.
"Your company, little brother," he says, sharp nails scratching over the knobs of Agito's spinal cord. "Your love," he purrs. His eyes are dark, the reflections of the fish flitting between the lines of the crosses shining there.
Agito remembers what he told the crow: Lind is a Judas, a Brutus, a betrayer waiting for his moment - wasn't it the lowest circle of hell that was reserved for such sinners? That was it then, he was damned, because there was only one soul here, one mind, fragmented. They'd go back to Lind eventually. It was inevitable.
"You know I'd never do anything to hurt you two, little brother," Lind says. Agito bares his teeth, annoyed at the blatant loss of pretence that he and Akito are so careful to keep; his thoughts are fair play, his mind not his own, only his personality to claim for himself.
"You're a fucking liar," he spits. And then, "Fuck," again, because it makes him feel better. Makes him feel more himself.
Lind laughs, his tongue snaking out to press against the gleaming white wall of Agito's clenched teeth. His lust stains the air. The goldfish flee, clustering in the high corners of the room.
"Such a sharp, dirty mouth," Lind murmurs. "Let me play with it."
Agito can feel Akito's shame like a current against his back, pushing him forward, pushing him into Lind. Their mouths meet, locked together, shark-toothed and violent. Blood pools, ripped free from their skin, sudden and cold; running over their chins and dripping down between them, smearing across bare chests and clavicles.
Only Akito's gentle fingers can pry them apart.