[ There's the mildest of concerns that if he hears too much detail on all of this, he'll actually have to consider his own moral standing or some shit. There's not fear for his own safety or any real issue with Victor's words beyond a line being crossed that forces him to think.
And thinking is gross. ]
Mate, I don't need to know more. I'm just a bank robber with a love for a good brawl, anything more than that is well past my level. You and me, man, we're just buddies having a drink, anything outside of that is... [ A dismissive handwave. He's known weirder characters in the Squad, he can put aside differences in morals. ]
So we've established Roman likes 'em crazy too, then. Bet you've had a stint in Arkham.
[ He meets that answer with an arch of an eyebrow. Arkham is a real weird fucking place. ]
Never made it to Arkham, thank fuck. They had me in Belle Reve; solitary confinement most the time after I kept escapin' from Central City's shitty prisons. Still got outta Belle Reve though, high security my arse.
[ A light chuckle into his glass as he takes another swig. ]
[ Zsasz truly is too good at stroking his already overinflated ego. Most times Digger's bragging is met with eye rolls and disinterest, but this support is only going to make him more insufferable. ]
Ah, maybe next time, yeah?
Sounds like you two psycho love birds were made for each other anyways. Sorta nice to know, honestly. Don't often hear about rogues from our world doing well in the love department. Not really the best line of work for that.
[ Digger arches a slow eyebrow at that admittance as his eyes drift downwards, but ultimately he just nudges a shoulder upwards in a vague shrug to himself. He appreciates the honesty. And while talking dick size might be odd anywhere else in the universe, in Duplicity its just standard affair. ]
Well you've had my lad in that mouth of yours, you know I'm good for it. [ Blessed with a large dick, but not with the ability to use it well. ]
So if you ever wanna see some real wrecking, I might be persuaded. None of that creepy shit you two get up to though.
Prissy lad likes the bad boys; tale as old as time.
[ Which is to say he's not surprised and definitely doesn't seem to mind. Digger's been around enough to have first hand accounts of rich boys chasing him. ]
None of this "little bird" crap for starters. I'm already a dead man walkin', so you can't count that as a notch, you weird bastard.
At least you already know the song and dance. Plenty of fellas try to play the part of the bad boy a little too much. You're genuine, that's good enough for me, better for Roman.
[He nods at the request, grinning a little wide with his own gold-tooth smile.]
Ok, I'll make sure to check off necrophilia on the list for you. Anything else, doll?
[ He scoffs lightly at the claim of his genuineness. It's not a word he hears in relation to him all that often, not for a guy who's spent his life lying, cheating and stealing. But Victor's not wrong; when it comes to being a misbehaving little scumbag, Boomer's the real deal. ]
Oh, cheers, mate. Appreciate you taking that off the list of me, I was real worried you'd try fucking me corpse or something. [ Dripping with sarcasm, but also a smile. ]
I don't even know what the bloody hell you lads get up to, maybe a safe word is just a hell of a lot easier.
[ Sort of reassuring for Boomer to know that no matter how bad he is, there's probably always someone worse out there. Thanks, Zsasz, for being that real low bar. ]
Either way, man, I'll say if I'm not bloody happy. [ He speaks his mind even in the midst of sex. ]
Speaking of, though, you must have limits too, yeah? Things you don't like seeing happen to your man. You ever have a third party push some no-no button?
[ A small chuckle because that's honestly not one he's heard much before beyond maybe sex workers, but he sure won't be saying that out loud right now. ]
I take it that's just kissing on the lips, yeah? Smooches elsewhere are fine?
No kissin' on the lips, that's right. That's my limit.
[Listen he doesn't need to be hammered with Pretty Woman jokes, he knows it's weird. It's one of the things that Victor finds desperate to keep for himself.]
Would be a shame if you couldn't kiss him anywhere else. Everything else is fine, I don't think I have to worry about the freakier stuff with you.
[ Maybe if Digger had ever had any sort of long lasting relationship, he might understand just a little better, but as it is he's never quite got a grasp on love, affection, or anything in between. ]
Thanks, I think? [ Not sure if that freaky thing is a compliment or not, but he supposes not being the freaky guy is good enough by his books. But now he's curious. ]
[Victor's grin is all gold teeth and nasty promise. He gives Boomer a look over and considers, for a moment, playing on that corpse-fucking fear, but dismisses it quickly. He wants the guy to agree to fuck his husband and give him diamonds, not cut contact.
Rubbing his chin, he thinks about a few tame freaky things Boomer might wince but not run for the hills at.
Then he slips off the stool and turns around, pulling his shirt up.
There on his lower back in big, burned lettering is RBS.]
[ Victor's not as stupid as he looks. Mostly. Smart of him not to go scaring off Digger with the real weird shit, at the very least, even if he's semi-expecting it at this point.
When the other moves to stand, Boomer's got an eyebrow quirked in curiosity, leaning in as the shirt is lifted. ]
Fuck me, mate, that a proper brand?
[ He reaches out to drag his fingers over the raised skin like he doesn't quite trust it. And yet, Victor's covered in hundreds of raised scars, this isn't all that different. ]
[It is, wide and long and taking up a hell of a lot of real estate on Victor's back. The skin's healed over now, has been for a few weeks of tentative care. Nothing too rough or knotted beneath Boomer's fingers as he grazes them over the brand, just tight, smooth scar tissue.
[ Not so much because he's that much of a prude or easily offended by a bit of pain with pleasure, but mostly because he gets the picture. If that's the sort of thing they do as gifts, then he can already assume it just gets a whole lot more for 'punishments. Digger withdraws his hand to rest lightly on his own knee. ]
How d'you make sure you the sexy scars don't get mixed up in your tally, huh? Must be a real problem for your kinda bookkeeping, mate.
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Date: 2021-10-04 05:20 pm (UTC)And thinking is gross. ]
Mate, I don't need to know more. I'm just a bank robber with a love for a good brawl, anything more than that is well past my level. You and me, man, we're just buddies having a drink, anything outside of that is... [ A dismissive handwave. He's known weirder characters in the Squad, he can put aside differences in morals. ]
So we've established Roman likes 'em crazy too, then. Bet you've had a stint in Arkham.
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Date: 2021-10-05 11:00 pm (UTC)To imagine that not so long ago this man actually had some kind of success that went beyond face-peeling and obsessive murder counting.]
Yeah. [He says, bashful.] Kept me in the basement in a hollowed-out water tank thing. What about you?
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Date: 2021-10-05 11:51 pm (UTC)Never made it to Arkham, thank fuck. They had me in Belle Reve; solitary confinement most the time after I kept escapin' from Central City's shitty prisons. Still got outta Belle Reve though, high security my arse.
[ A light chuckle into his glass as he takes another swig. ]
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Date: 2021-10-10 02:55 am (UTC)When he’s been arrested, the psychiatrist took one look at him and sent him to the basement level of Arkham’s crazy fuckers wing.
It’s a sad thing to see when the government throws a perfectly sane man in with the mush-brained freaks.]
Fuck, that’s cool. Where were you when I was tryin’ to bust out? Coulda used those slippery fingers of yours.
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Date: 2021-10-10 04:40 pm (UTC)Ah, maybe next time, yeah?
Sounds like you two psycho love birds were made for each other anyways. Sorta nice to know, honestly. Don't often hear about rogues from our world doing well in the love department. Not really the best line of work for that.
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Date: 2021-10-11 03:55 am (UTC)[No wonder Roman’s kept him around for so long. He seems rather good at flaunting others’ achievements rather than his own.
Not that he’s afraid to brag, like a few moments prior.]
Didn’t go lookin’ for it, that’s for sure. Just happen to get lucky. Even luckier to call him mine only now.
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Date: 2021-10-12 06:20 pm (UTC)[ Another drink knocked back and finished with, sliding the empty glass away from himself. ]
How do you two balance all that? You both seem like the jealous types. So how d'you manage fucking others?
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Date: 2021-10-13 01:22 am (UTC)[He shrugs and takes his own drink to finally get another sip in him.]
I got a small package. He likes bigger ones. I like it when he gets wrecked, so we try to kinda work it like that.
Sometimes we fuck up, and the fight sex is amazing.
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Date: 2021-10-13 11:36 am (UTC)Well you've had my lad in that mouth of yours, you know I'm good for it. [ Blessed with a large dick, but not with the ability to use it well. ]
So if you ever wanna see some real wrecking, I might be persuaded. None of that creepy shit you two get up to though.
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Date: 2021-10-13 05:52 pm (UTC)Setting the glass back down, Victor lets his eyes flick down then back up.]
Yeah, I know you are. You're his type too. He likes 'em rough around the edges, somethin' daddy wouldn't like you know?
[A slight grin.]
Oh yeah? What kinda creepy shit is off the table for you?
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Date: 2021-10-13 06:46 pm (UTC)[ Which is to say he's not surprised and definitely doesn't seem to mind. Digger's been around enough to have first hand accounts of rich boys chasing him. ]
None of this "little bird" crap for starters. I'm already a dead man walkin', so you can't count that as a notch, you weird bastard.
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Date: 2021-10-14 02:37 am (UTC)[He nods at the request, grinning a little wide with his own gold-tooth smile.]
Ok, I'll make sure to check off necrophilia on the list for you. Anything else, doll?
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Date: 2021-10-14 06:10 pm (UTC)Oh, cheers, mate. Appreciate you taking that off the list of me, I was real worried you'd try fucking me corpse or something. [ Dripping with sarcasm, but also a smile. ]
I don't even know what the bloody hell you lads get up to, maybe a safe word is just a hell of a lot easier.
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Date: 2021-10-14 10:19 pm (UTC)Roman helped out with that. At least the morgues in Gotham didn't have to worry about midnight visitors.]
What really? [A little crooked grin and a raised brow.] Like to really use?
[They don't have one. Of course, they don't.] If that's what you need then that's what you need. Ok.
We try to keep it tame when we have a third party.
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Date: 2021-10-14 11:35 pm (UTC)Either way, man, I'll say if I'm not bloody happy. [ He speaks his mind even in the midst of sex. ]
Speaking of, though, you must have limits too, yeah? Things you don't like seeing happen to your man. You ever have a third party push some no-no button?
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Date: 2021-10-18 08:20 pm (UTC)[As if Victor is a paragon of honest communication here.]
I do, and no, I never let anyone do what I don't want 'em to do. [They don't live long if they try either.]
Nobody else get's to kiss him. That's my business. That's my limit.
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Date: 2021-10-20 08:35 pm (UTC)[ A small chuckle because that's honestly not one he's heard much before beyond maybe sex workers, but he sure won't be saying that out loud right now. ]
I take it that's just kissing on the lips, yeah? Smooches elsewhere are fine?
[ No lips at all is a tough rule to follow. ]
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Date: 2021-10-20 09:59 pm (UTC)[Listen he doesn't need to be hammered with Pretty Woman jokes, he knows it's weird. It's one of the things that Victor finds desperate to keep for himself.]
Would be a shame if you couldn't kiss him anywhere else. Everything else is fine, I don't think I have to worry about the freakier stuff with you.
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Date: 2021-10-21 05:30 pm (UTC)Thanks, I think? [ Not sure if that freaky thing is a compliment or not, but he supposes not being the freaky guy is good enough by his books. But now he's curious. ]
What sorta freaky shit you two get up to, though?
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Date: 2021-10-22 11:57 pm (UTC)Rubbing his chin, he thinks about a few tame freaky things Boomer might wince but not run for the hills at.
Then he slips off the stool and turns around, pulling his shirt up.
There on his lower back in big, burned lettering is RBS.]
That was my wedding present.
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Date: 2021-10-23 06:15 pm (UTC)When the other moves to stand, Boomer's got an eyebrow quirked in curiosity, leaning in as the shirt is lifted. ]
Fuck me, mate, that a proper brand?
[ He reaches out to drag his fingers over the raised skin like he doesn't quite trust it. And yet, Victor's covered in hundreds of raised scars, this isn't all that different. ]
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Date: 2021-10-28 03:32 am (UTC)[It is, wide and long and taking up a hell of a lot of real estate on Victor's back. The skin's healed over now, has been for a few weeks of tentative care. Nothing too rough or knotted beneath Boomer's fingers as he grazes them over the brand, just tight, smooth scar tissue.
Straightening back up, he turns around.]
Need another example? Or does that suffice?
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Date: 2021-11-06 01:08 pm (UTC)[ Not so much because he's that much of a prude or easily offended by a bit of pain with pleasure, but mostly because he gets the picture. If that's the sort of thing they do as gifts, then he can already assume it just gets a whole lot more for 'punishments. Digger withdraws his hand to rest lightly on his own knee. ]
How d'you make sure you the sexy scars don't get mixed up in your tally, huh? Must be a real problem for your kinda bookkeeping, mate.
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Date: 2021-11-11 03:06 am (UTC)[A little sly grin, but, Victor does right his clothes. Pulling his shirt back down, he straightens up in his seat and leans back.]
Cuz I use a small knife to cut the tallies makes it easy to tell 'em apart.
[The blade is a nice and heavy weight in his pocket. He moves his hand down so his fingers skim across the outline of it in his slacks.]
Could show you sometime, if you're interested.
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Date: 2021-11-18 12:26 pm (UTC)Boomer meets it with a slow raise of an eyebrow. ]
Show it on yourself, right? 'Cause I don't need any more scars. Tattoos, I'll take, but scars? Nah.
[ A beat and then he quickly thinks to add; ] Don't you gotta kill one of those 'little birds' to add another line?
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