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[Good. Roman likes that look in his eyes. Wants to see it, to feel it, to revel in it. He'll be holding that murder over Victor's head for the rest of both of their lives, whether he remembers it or not. You don't get killed by your boyfriend of 15 years and not retain a little bit of a grudge.]

You'll remember. And then you can apologize for it again. [He shoves Victor back with a huff, slamming him against the door by his throat.] But today, you need to focus on apologizing for spreading your legs for anyone who comes around asking for it. Did you sleep with him, Victor? Did you give it up for him the second he got his filthy fucking mouth on you?

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[He's not sure he wants to remember that. If it comes to death, Victor wants to go before Roman. It's his job to protect Roman, what the fuck would he do without him? There is no point in anything without Roman there to guide him through this bullshit called "life."

Victor blinks jarred back into the present, the apparent "actual" issue.]

He's into pussy, boss, last I check I don't got that.

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[Roman looks over Victor's face for any sign of falsehood. He looks like he's telling the truth, but it doesn't reassure Roman any. Victor is a good liar. And, the longer he stares at that face, with his pouty dick-sucking lips and pretty dark eyes, the more he worries about what Victor has been doing that hour and a half it took him to get back.]

...Take off your pants. [He pulls Victor by the throat just to slam his head back into the wall.] Now.

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[The sudden lightheadedness and vertigo has little to do with the fact he’s running on barely any air and several slams of his head in a wall. He watches Roman, sees him take stock of his face and then bark the order.

Careful, without looking away, Victor pulls off his pants as ordered. Wetting his lips, Victor hesitates when they fall to his ankles, kicking them off. He’s gone commando because he always does.]

Ok.

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[Roman says nothing. He looks down at Victor, at his useless cock, at the mess of scars running up and down his pale legs. He runs a bare hand up one of them, dipping it down under his balls.

Roughly and without warning, he shoves one finger inside Victor, searching for any hint of moisture, lube or cum. He wriggles it around hard and erratic, trying to make it as uncomfortable as possible.]

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[Victor sucks in a sharp breath, shuddering at the light touch to his balls. The sudden shove, the burn and the scrap of dry skin against his inner balls makes his cock twitch.

Head falling back he whines softly, planting his hands behind him. Roman’s search provides no evidence. Apparently, their trust didn’t involve penetration to Victor’s hole.]

Boss

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[Roman continues prodding around for longer than he needs to, getting as deep as possible. When he finally pulls his finger out and looks at it, it is wet, but only with blood. Not a ton of it, but enough that he wrinkles his nose and looks at it with disgust.]

Eww. [He shoves the finger past Victor's lips and onto his tongue.] Alright, so he didn't fuck you. And I know you didn't fuck him with that pathetic thing. So did you suck him off? Did he blow you? Tell me the truth.

[Once his finger is clean, he'll pull it out so Victor can answer.]

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[He’s twitching by the time Roman pulls the finger free. The hint of blood makes him flush pink, embarrassed that he bleeds so easily. Not that he gets to focus on that, with that finger suddenly shoved into his mouth.

Sucking it clean like a delicious fuckin’ lollipop. He gets a little sad when Roman pulls away sooner than he like. Breathless, he answers.]

No, he didn’t want me to help him. He got hard though. Especially, when I got off on his thigh. Grinding, that’s it.

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[Roman presses his lips into a thin line, face redder than Victor's. He imagines Victor getting off on that smug fuck, rutting against him like the horny dog he is. Imagines what what's-his-face might have looked like when Victor did it; was he angry? Disgusted? He got hard, apparently, just not hard enough to push Victor down and fuck him properly.]

Grinding counts. Getting off at all counts, Victor! [He reaches down and grabs Victor's cock, still not used to the way it feels smaller in his palm. Gives it a nice, hard squeeze, thumbnail digging into the flesh.] I want to be the only one who sees you come. The only one, unless I say otherwise, do you understand me?

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[Victor slams his head back against the wall without prompting. Closing his eyes tight, he drags his nail against the wall.]

U-Understand

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Good. [Roman lets go of Victor's cock, making a face when it springs up, standing out hard and not-so-proud from his body. He sneers.] I still can't believe your fucking cock is so small now. Surprised he didn't think you were a girl and try to fuck you.

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[He shifts, pleased at the satisfaction Roman takes in his answer as well as the insult. But he does curl his lip shifting against the wall trying to regain his intimidating height.]

Not a fuckin’ girl.

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[Ah, there's a jab that hurts. After all, how best to insult a misogynist than by coming for his manhood? And there's no better reflection of manhood than what you have between your legs. In Roman's mind, anyway.

He curls his lip in a cruel smile, chuckling.]

Then why do you have a clit? The Victor I remember had a dick.

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[Victor growls, struggling beneath the hand on his throat, but not breaking away. He's trying to be a good boy, the key word there, "try."]

It's not a fuckin' clit, use your eyes.

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[Roman raises a brow.]

Excuse me? [He slaps that sorry thing between Victor's legs, whatever it's called.] Did you fucking talk back to me?

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[Victor yelps and then fails to keep back the resulting groan. Can't help it, not really. Roman's far too good at being the right blend of physically and emotionally abusive that presses all of Victor's on buttons.]

No-sorry.

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That's what I thought you said.

[Roman scoffs, dragging Victor up by his neck.]

Come on now. We're going to sort you out.

[He starts to drag Victor into the bedroom, which has miraculously remained more or less untouched by his rage. When they get to the bed, he forces Victor down over it, feet on the floor, face in the mattress.]

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[Victor goes easily, though he considers for a fleeting moment about dragging his feet. A desire that he's quick to shut down considering Roman's foul mood. Some other time, not now.

The position he's forced into is normal, expected. He turns his head back the moment he can, even with Roman's hand on his throat.]

You're that mad? Really?

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[Really? Really? It's as if Victor truly can't grasp the gravity of what he did. It makes Roman fume, and he shoves Victor's head further into the sheets, hand tight on the back of his neck.]

Take a fucking guess. [He smacks Victor's ass once, hard.] You lied to me. Went behind my back. [Another smack.] Did it with a smile on your face. Like I'm a fucking joke. [A third.]

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[Spanking is nothing new, it's a favorite tool. Victor tries to remind himself that this is a punishment, and he should act appropriately.

He doesn't. His cock is rock hard against the sheets, ends up sticking his ass out like a fucking whore because he's got Roman's full attention. He groans, gasping out with each of the three hits.]

Don't think you're a fuckin' joke-

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Then why did you act like it? Honestly, Victor, do you ever have a single thought running through that empty head of yours?

[He huffs, smacking the back of Victor's head before he pulls away. He stalks over to the closet (which he's overtaken from Dinah), pulling out a thick, heavy belt.]

I know you're going to like this. I'm not an idiot. [He smacks the folded-up belt against his palm.] But I want you bleeding. Want everyone to know you're spoken for when they pull down your ugly fucking pants.

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The thought was wanting to be even and makin' you do this. I like it when you're jealous.

[That's not hard to understand right? I mean to someone as smart as Roman it probably isn't. That's what Victor was thinking. Seems like it worked out pretty well, especially when he catches sight of the belt.

The promise. The reason behind it.

Victor grinds down against the bed.]

You could cut me up. They'd know.

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I'm not jealous. [He says it even though both he and Victor know that's total bullshit.] I just don't like people touching my things.

[He cracks the belt down hard across Victor's ass.]

And you're my things. My fucking property. [Another hit, harder than the first.] You're not a Dominant. Not a top. [Another.] You're a little fuckhole who needs to be put in his place. [Another.] Should cut a line down your throat myself, show them all who the real Submissive is.

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[My things. My property. Cutting a line down his throat, every fucking word that comes out of Roman's mouth hits him as hard as the belt. The sound he makes, wanton and obscene with how low his moans go.

Digging his fingers into the bed, he pants wetly, trying to steady his breathing, and not come in four seconds.]

Fuck- yeah, what I fucking deserve. Cut my throat, Roman, nn.

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Don't tell me what to do. [And he smacks the belt between Victor's legs, right on his cock and balls.] I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want to you. Anything. Everything. And you're going to fucking thank me for it, you understand me?