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Characters: JGL-facetwins.
Setting: An alley in the fort.
Date & Time: Day 48, moments before sunrise.
Warnings: Violence, Neil, Arthur, Freudian-ness, Neil's mouth, Arthur's gun.
Summary: Neil took a bite out of his facetwin, and now he has to deal with the consequences.

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What the-

Damn it.

"Neil?"

Arthur's finger immediately pulled off the trigger before he had the chance to squeeze, flicking the safety back on. Dawn, he realized after a moment, glancing up at the sky, previous darkness quickly giving way to increasingly lighter shades of blue. The teeth of the werewolf form Neil had just been in had torn easily through the fabric of his jacket and shirt to rip through the sensitive skin in the crook of his arm. It was bleeding heavily, but he pushed the pain aside for now, and the consequences that would likely come from the bite in the first place. Isn't that how this thing spread?

He slipped the gun back into its holster at his side, reaching down to offer Neil the hand of his uninjured arm. "Can you stand?" he questioned carefully.

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Neil stared at the offered hand warily, and with good reason. After all, just a moment ago, Arthur was pointing a gun at him. With the safety gone. The closest he had come to seeing a gun was in movies (or from stupid homophobic truckers who took offence at getting hit on by fags, but that was besides the point.) What was he doing here naked anyway? He wasn't tripping, and-

Don't go there. Don't think. Don't remember.

"Y-yeah, I guess." Neil murmured shakily, bracing himself against the wall to stand without Arthur's help.

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It was- over, in a sense. In all likelihood they'd be hearing from Simon or Red soon, gathering up everyone they could, and getting out of Dodge. That much Arthur could hope for - he wasn't staying here for another period of night time, and he had overheard one of the heads talking about some sort of cure. Still, he retracted his hand when he saw Neil getting up on his own, straightening. He carefully maneuvered his jacket off, jaw clenching at the flair up of pain as the fabric shifted over his bloody elbow, but removed it completely and offered it up to Neil to cover himself with

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There was a part of him that wanted to know what was going on. But there was another part, a bigger part, that wanted to block everything out. Brian did that, and denial was the first step towards insanity. But Neil liked to think that allowing whatever it was to take him over now would be worse.

He took the jacket, pausing only a little when he saw his own hand - dirt and blood crusted under his nails - and then putting it on.

"Is this some kink of yours? Playing catch with a naked teenager?"