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Even, don't give me that crap. You only did it to piss me off. Well, guess what? It fucking worked.

[Roman's hand shoots out, grabbing Victor around the throat and squeezing. He tilts Victor's head back, getting close, up in his face until their noses are touching.]

I didn't lose you for three fucking months to have you fuck off the second you get back. I'd say I'll kill you again, but you'd only like that, you fucking perverted freak.

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[He can't help it. The threat the hand squeezing hard around his throat, Victor's eyes roll back and he lets out a low, wanton moan. He is a fucking freak. A real mess of a human being. Doesn't even deserve the title.]

Y-Yeah.

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[Roman looks over Victor's face, the way his pupils dilate and his voice gets huskier. He has the urge to smash their faces together, claim those plush lips in a kiss, but he holds back. That would just make Victor feel happier.]

You still don't even remember when I did it the first time, do you? ...Don't remember when you killed me either, I'm sure you'll say. Are you just trying to get out of taking responsibility for the shit you did? Tell me, Victor!

[And he shakes him by the throat a little.]

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[He's still being choked, prevented from being able to answer as clearly as he desires and-

Fuck. What does he say to that? He doesn't know that.]

W-What [He manages to choke.] N-Never did that.

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[Roman's free hand comes up to his own throat, tracing over the horizontal scar there.]

Do you think I just have this because I wanted us to match? You tied me to a chair and slit my throat. Because this place "got in your head." Is it in your head now, Victor? Is that why you're doing this to me?

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[That is actually exactly what he thought had happened. He'd been wanting to mark Roman for ages, to give him a taste of how it feels to keep a record of the lives he's taken. It wasn't supposed to-

He actually looks hurt, surprised, fucking ashamed.]

Didn know that

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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.]