[He nods, sweating slightly. Pushing away from the wall, leaning into Roman's touch, he trudges the rest of the way into the master bedroom across the split rose petals.
Setting Roman down gently, Victor collapses beside him.]
[Roman traces little circles and patterns on Victor's chest with the tip of his finger. He cautiously tries to figure out how best to approach this; acknowledging what he did has to be done delicately, after all.]
There's no one else I'd rather be in bed with. You know that, don't you, Victor?
[His face softens slightly, watching Roman's finger dance across the scars on his chest. He wets his lips, trying to shake off the negative feelings from last night as they slowly start to come back.]
[Slowly, back and forth, his finger passes over bumpy scars. He recognizes three of them from the Keo family on Victor's left pec, but the rest are blurry. A roadmap of the years they've spent together.]
[Victor stumbles over his words, looking up at the ceiling trying to push down the odd sensation and negativity that comes. From where? He's not sure.]
I don't know why you like me. I can't seem to do anything right, my cock is too small for you, I'm shorter than you, I'm stupid...
[The sound of someone else's self-esteem crumbling is music to Roman's ears. It means he won. It means he's back in control. And now he gets to pick up the pieces that he shattered himself.]
Oh, no no no, baby... [He sits up, pursing his lips as he looks Victor's face over, cupping his cheek.] ...You're my perfect match. Sure, your cock is a little small, and you're kind of slow, but that's not your fault. Let's look at the plus side: you're obedient. You're great with a knife. Your mouth is the best in the whole damn city. And you got me to see that we belong together, married, forever. Doesn't that count for anything?
[He looks up at Roman, face craked open and raw around the edges, vulnerable as all sin beneath it. His eyes, always dark and dead things, are a bright, soft brown, warm like chocolate as he bites his bottom lip.
Clearly, he's not exactly buying the comments or he's too in doubt to accept them quite yet.]
Well, yes, but a little fire is healthy. [Roman smiles, soft, with a bit of a sharp edge to it as he bears his teeth and strokes Victor's face.] It's just a matter of containing it. I failed to contain it earlier, when you were with Dinah. [The smile falters.] That was my fault. I'll keep you honest from now on, baby, and we'll be fine.
[Victor studies Roman's face with shy eyes and misses every bit of red from the rosy haze across his eyes. He spreads his fingers out amongst the sheets and curls the loose petals in his palms.]
We'll stay together more often. You and me. This city is built around the relationships between Dominants and Submissives anyway, right? There's nowhere I'll go that you won't be able to follow, and vise-versa.
[Victor can't sleep with anyone else if Roman is always right there, after all. Can't listen to seditious whispers that way, either.]
I'll get you a collar with GPS in it, so even if we get separated, I'll always know where you are. Keep your cock locked up -- electronically, so I can release you if you need to sleep with someone I approve of. I don't intend to deprive you, baby, just keep you safe. Keep you close.
[He leans down, brushing his lips over the bruises around Victor's throat. Nipping and licking, he latches on, sucking a deep red mark into one of the few unblemished parts of the skin there.]
[Of all the things he expects Roman to do, it's still a surprise what he does. Victor is quick to let out a wounded keen before he can stop himself, shaking hard.]
[Roman kisses down Victor's neck, sucking another mark into the crook of his neck and shoulder. This one's bigger than the last, redder, more vibrant. He kisses it as he pulls back, then smiles down at Victor.]
There. That should show people you're spoken for, if all else fails.
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You're strong, Victor. I know you are.
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Setting Roman down gently, Victor collapses beside him.]
There- you okay?
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[Roman curls up and rests his head on Victor's chest, sighing. He likes the feeling. Likes knowing Victor is there for him, always.]
And you...?
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[He answers honestly, pulling Roman close and onto his chest. He wraps his arms around Roman, kissing his forehead.]
Better now that you're in bed with me.
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There's no one else I'd rather be in bed with. You know that, don't you, Victor?
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I...I think I do.
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[Slowly, back and forth, his finger passes over bumpy scars. He recognizes three of them from the Keo family on Victor's left pec, but the rest are blurry. A roadmap of the years they've spent together.]
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[Victor stumbles over his words, looking up at the ceiling trying to push down the odd sensation and negativity that comes. From where? He's not sure.]
I don't know why you like me. I can't seem to do anything right, my cock is too small for you, I'm shorter than you, I'm stupid...
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Oh, no no no, baby... [He sits up, pursing his lips as he looks Victor's face over, cupping his cheek.] ...You're my perfect match. Sure, your cock is a little small, and you're kind of slow, but that's not your fault. Let's look at the plus side: you're obedient. You're great with a knife. Your mouth is the best in the whole damn city. And you got me to see that we belong together, married, forever. Doesn't that count for anything?
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Clearly, he's not exactly buying the comments or he's too in doubt to accept them quite yet.]
'M not that obedient...you know that's a lie.
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How are you gonna do that?
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[Victor can't sleep with anyone else if Roman is always right there, after all. Can't listen to seditious whispers that way, either.]
I'll get you a collar with GPS in it, so even if we get separated, I'll always know where you are. Keep your cock locked up -- electronically, so I can release you if you need to sleep with someone I approve of. I don't intend to deprive you, baby, just keep you safe. Keep you close.
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He frowns though, pouting softly.]
But if we’re together all the time I don’t need the cage.
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[Roman smirks at him, pinching his cheek.]
Reminds me you're mine. I love staking my claim on you, Victor... [His lips hover close to Victor's, just barely brushing them.]
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Just barely.]
How…do you want to do that
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[He leans down, brushing his lips over the bruises around Victor's throat. Nipping and licking, he latches on, sucking a deep red mark into one of the few unblemished parts of the skin there.]
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R-Roman.
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There. That should show people you're spoken for, if all else fails.
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Will you be doing this all the time? So they know?