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Leave a fuckin' message.

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Victor. Call me now. I need you.

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[The call comes less than a few seconds after Roman hits send.]

Where are you?

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[Roman's voice is hoarse and weak.]

The apartment. Dinah's.

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[He doesn't wait. He just shows up, leaving the phone on so only the muffled shuffling of cloth comes over the receiver. Roman waits a total of ten minutes before Victor is shoving the door open with his shoulder.

Standing there, panting, he growls and steps inside.]

Roman?

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[Victor groans, unable to stop the few fat tears that roll down his cheeks. Despite his ability, the intensity of the sensation always makes him sob.]

No, sir.

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In the bathroom.

[Roman's reply is weak and stuttering. When Victor gets in there, he'll find quite the sight: Roman, with all the hair on his body from the neck down waxed off, bent over the sink with his head in his hands. A near-empty bottle of mouthwash sits next to him, along with a toothbrush and uncapped, half-empty bottle of toothpaste. On the floor in front of the toilet is a puddle of piss and watery vomit, and next to the toilet, a glass half-full of piss.

Yeah. He's not doing well.]

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Good. Good. [Roman runs his fingers through the short hair at the back of Victor's neck, then up to scratch the top of his head like he's rewarding a dog.] You know Daddy hates to make you cry, baby, but I only do what's best for the both of us.

[It's a lie and they both know it. Roman loves making Victor cry.]

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[It is a sight to see. Victor stands there for a moment, frozen still as he quietly, methodically analyzes every single speck of the scene in front of him. To say what he feels next is anger would be far too simple a word for an apt description. What consumes him, cannot accurately be described with how violently red his vision drowns out for a moment.

When he speaks it is a moment later, calm as he can manage, crouching down on the floor beside him.]

Get in the bath.

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[He tilts his head so he can get more of Roman's touch, closing his eyes. There is no greater comfort than Roman's false assurances. Victor gets high on those lies.]

I know. [He sniffles like a fucking baby.]

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[Roman nods, blinking back the tears that have been spilling for quite a while now. His makeup, meticulously applied to go along with his blackmail, is running down his cheeks. He's completely rid himself of the lip gloss by now, but his eyeliner is another story.

He grimaces and carefully steps over the mess on the floor as he goes to start running the hottest bath he can manage.]

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[Roman smiles down at Victor faux-sweetly. Then he moves his hand down, wrapping it around Victor's neck from behind, hauling him up by the throat.]

Here's what you're gonna do for me. [He murmurs into Victor's ear.] You're gonna get naked. Gonna get on your knees. And then you're gonna suck my cock so good that I forget the name of that fucker you cheated on me with.

[Yeah, he said it, Victor. Cheated on him!!]

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[For the moment, Victor doesn't trust himself with Roman.

Not right now. What Roman needs is delicate hands and soft assurance, neither of which Victor is possible of giving with the black fury that curls in his chest. So, Victor takes care of the glass first. He takes it out of the bathroom, into the living area where he opens up a window. Then, without a word, tosses out onto the street below.

He gets a mop and bucket in the linen closet, filling it with water and soap. The mess in the bathroom is easy to clean up since it's nothing but water. Once that's done he sets the mop and bucket into the hallway. He'll take that down to the alley later.

By that time, most of the anger has been pushed down for the most part. He's still mad, but the furious tremors that had been making his hands shake have gone. Rejoining Roman in the bathroom he sits down on the side of the bath edge.]

Who.

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[He feels bad. He does! The word "cheated" is such a disgusting word to use.

But, how can he feel bad for long when Roman does that to him? The bastard is toying with his arousal. Victor nearly loses his footing from how rough Roman's voice is in his ear.]

Yes, sorry.

[He doesn't pull away from Roman's hold. He merely brings shaky hands up to start unbuttoning his shirt.]

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[First, Roman turns on the shower to rinse most of the disgusting stuff down the drain. Then he starts filling up the tub, sitting in it, scrubbing himself. His whole body feels disgusting, sticky with wax, roiling with nausea, and his face and mouth are the worst. He's in the middle of scrubbing down his chin and throat when Victor finishes up and joins him. By now, the water is cloudy with all the soap he's used.]

Her-her name's Caitlin Snow. [It's humiliating to admit that a woman got him into this state, but he wants Victor to know. Wants him to hate her as much as he does.] Another Submissive like me. Fucking cunt.

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[Roman smiles against his ear.]

Good boy. [Then, just because he can, he releases Victor's throat and pushes him by the back of the head, shoving him roughly.] Don't keep Daddy waiting.

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[He stumbles forward, lightheaded. Turning around, slow and careful, his dark eyes land on Roman’s bright blue.

With a shrug, his shirt slips off his shoulders and falls to the floor.

It doesn’t take long for his pants, underwear and shoes to follow, standing there in nothing but his birthday suit and rings.

He falls to his knees.]

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[Roman tosses the belt onto the bed, hands going to his pants to undo them nice and leisurely.]

There's that pretty mouth... [He slowly parts the two halves of his underwear, pulling his hard cock out of the slit in them.] Missed your pretty mouth, baby. Nobody else has fucked it since you got back, have they? Don't lie to me.

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[Maybe it’s because he’s prompted, but Victor wets his lips the moment he sees the fat head of Roman’s perfect cock. He swallows thickly, and shakes his head.]

No one. Wouldn’t do that, they don’t trust me either.

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[Roman smirks, showing his teeth. Good. He's glad people are too afraid of Victor to want to fuck his face. That means Roman gets that privilege exclusively.]

That's what I like to hear. [He wraps one hand around his cock and sets the other on the back of Victor's head, urging him forward.] Now, c'mon, don't keep Daddy waiting any longer...

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[Letting his eyes slip close, Victor opens his mouth. There is no waiting, Roman's fever-hot head touches his tongue before the cool air does. The moan that Victor makes is loud and obscene, fingers gripping the scabbed and dry skin of his knees as he relaxes his jaw.

Roman is not nice when he starts. So he prepares in the little seconds he can.]

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[He commits the name to memory in the still functioning cells of his brain. It will take some time to find her and plan something properly, to humiliate her like she's done to Roman. Victor can do that. He's patient when he wants.]

I'll find her for you.

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["Not nice" is one way to put it. Roman brutally fucks Victor's face, wanting to claim him, to put him in his place, to show him exactly who he belongs to. He doesn't build up to it; just starts pistoning his hips, gasping, an intense look in his eye as he stares down at Victor.]

Look at me. [His voice is gravelly and stern.] Fucking look up at me with those pretty eyes, you little bitch.

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[Roman nods, but can't bring himself to say anything else. When he tries, a sob bubbles up out of his throat.

He hates this. Hates crying, especially when Victor can see. But crying in front of Victor always has the effect of making Victor angrier, more protective, more caring, and he likes that. Likes the attention, even if it's not necessarily good attention. So he sobs again, and again, frantically wiping at his face.]

Sh-she-- She made me-- Ugh. [He can't even say it, but it's clear enough.] I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything to deserve this--

[Leaning forward in the bath, Victor might notice a few welts on his bare back. That's Seth's doing, not Caitlin's. Stings like a bitch from where he had to whip himself with his own belt.]

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[He does. Like a good fucking boy for once, doesn't look away from Roman's eyes.

Taking a face fucking is a lot like riding a shitty bike, takes a few moments to choke and gag before Roman's pushing in and out smoothly. Victor loosens his jaw, doesn't try to suck, more or less letting Roman fuck the shape of his prick into the soft muscle of his throat.]

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[Roman's been craving this for so long. Living without Victor, even for something like a few months, is torture. No one else understands him like Victor. No one else takes his cock like Victor. He's fucked and had fun in the time Victor's been away, sure, but it's not the same. It's nothing like this.

Effortless power. Blind obedience. A way around each other's bodies that only comes from being sexually active together for the better part of 15 years. You just don't get that with anyone else.]

Victor... [He growls.] You are never. Going. To fuck someone. Without me knowing. Again.

[And he knows, he knows Victor didn't fuck John, but it's all the same. He punctuates each sentence with a slap of his hips against Victor's face.]