Disclaimer: Fight Club the book and movie belong to the brilliant Chuck Palahniuk, not me.

A/N: I wrote this a couple of years back, after watching the movie. It's about dominance and wanting to consume someone else: love, no?

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I love him.

I love him, not because of what he is, because that would mean loving everything that I am not.

Everything is just a copy of a copy of a copy.

I am a copy of him, he is a copy of me.

I love this man, who has the potential to be—well, me. You have to understand: I am my own idea of perfection. I am everything that he wants to be, everything he has ever desired to be; hence, I am perfect. Everything that he isn't, I am. I cannot wish to be more than I already am. I am perfect. I am Tyler Durden.

I love him because he loves me because I love him because he loves me…

I watch him as he runs circles in my—his—head, trying to find me. I want to tell him, calm down. Just slide. I want to soothe him and comfort him and take over him, his body, his mind, his heart… I want to be him.

I don't want to be a part of his soul, I want to own it.

I want to complete him. I want to perfect him.

The ultimate love.

Do you understand? The reason I exist is him. He is the mission objective. From the moment I came into existence, he has been the centre of everything. To fulfill his every subconscious wish is my purpose of being.

But I can't comfort him. I can't tell him the ultimate truth, that he is my god. Because the moment he realizes that I am him, he will stop believing in me.

If god was a kid who was dreaming, would we all vanish into inexistence when he woke up?

Sometimes, bad dreams are funny as soon as you realize it's not real.

I'm not real, but I don't want to be a weird bad dream. I want be a nightmare. If he wakes up, he will wake up screaming. And you know, if a nightmare is scary enough, you believe that the monsters are real even when you know they don't exist.

I shall caress his mind I shall molest his thoughts I shall rape his consciousness, bit by bit till he screams and breaks into itsy bitsy pieces and fades to nothing…

Then I shall pick up the pieces and make him new and shiny and bright and better and he shall be me and I shall be him and we shall be together forever.

I wake up in the darkness, heartbeat racing as I know something is going to happen.

He grins at me in the darkness. I know this because he is me, and even though it is pitch black and I couldn't even see my own nose if I crossed my eyes, I can see him grinning.

Tyler?

I am Jack's inexplicable fear.

"Well, what about it?" he asks, leaning towards me. "Just let me take control. I'll take care of you. It'll be so good."

Tyler, what are you talking about?

I try to not shiver as he stalks towards the bed. Sitting down next to me, so close, he slowly leans forward and nuzzles my neck. I feel his breath tickling my ear, his deep rough voice like sandpaper scratching against my brain.

"Let me dominate you."

I pull my head away sharply, only to have it grabbed harshly. I look into his eyes, eyes with that mad glint, and I feel myself disappearing. His head dips in towards me, lips suddenly crushing mine, kissing me indelicately, hot, raw, powerful. He pulls away just as abruptly, licking his lips.

"Let me consume you." He grins, and I start losing myself.

Yes, Tyler, I say smiling, as I fall into black.

I love you too.