Dup Inbox

[meowww]

Leave a fuckin' message.

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text; un: BlackMask 1/?

[ewwww]

Victor. We need to talk.

2/?

[ewwww]

[The next message comes a few minutes later.]

Victor, call me.

3/?

[ewwww]

I'm not fucking around, Zsasz.

4/4

[ewwww]

[He's just going to call Victor over and over now until he gets an answer.]

[meowww]

Before I respond should I listen to all 47 voicemails or just let you tell me what’s on em?

[ewwww]

Oh, I'll tell you what's on them. Call me. Now.

Audio

[meowww]

[Roman will get a call about a minute later.]

Hey.

[What a bastard.]

[ewwww]

Hey your fucking self. What's all this I'm hearing about that John guy sucking your tits?

[meowww]

Uh, you mean that time in the alley? Why did someone else besides you see?

[ewwww]

Don't play fucking dumb with me. He said you two did it again. After I specifically told you not to do anything without telling me.

[meowww]

Oh, that time, yeah. He needed to meet quota or something, I just thought it was a perfect opportunity to make good on the favor he did for me when they first started hurting.

I didn’t think it was that important.

[He says, voice that low and standard monotone. Beside him a woman shifts further away at the impish grin on his face.]

[ewwww]

Not that--?

[Roman's mouth gapes open and closed like a fish. He's trying to wrap his mind around the audacity Victor is showing, but he's having a tough time with it.]

Victor, I don't care if you're a Dominant here and they say that means you can do whatever you want. You belong to me. And someone licking all over you without me knowing about it, that pisses me off. Got it?

un: jgrimm

[c24]

so fyi
ur boss might call u

[meowww]

Yeah. I was wondering what the 23 missed calls were for. What’d you do to him?

[meowww]

How much does it piss you off, on a scale of 1 to 10?

[He shifts a little in his seat on the train.]

You sound good when you’re mad.

[c24]

jesus
i may have had to tell him

[ "Had to." Right. ]

id say sorry
but i think
something tells me u like him wound up

[ewwww]

[Oh, this little--]

Ten thousand. [His hand tightens around his phone.] You sound awful when you're being an uppity little slut.

[meowww]

Sure, you did.

Something tells me that information is kinda available to the public, ain't it, Johnny?

[meowww]

Oh, now I'm uppity by givin' you compliments. [Around him on the train, several passengers move as he spreads his legs apart.]

Next time you call for phone sex, ask me if I'm in a private space first.

[c24]

yeah yeah whatever bugs
just wanted to give u a heads up

[ Which sounds stupid! Reaper really shouldn't care what the hell happens to this asshole, but even a masochist should know when a pissed off freight train is about to bowl you over. ]

[ewwww]

This isn't phone sex, you fuck, I'm being serious! Am I going to have to worry you'll do this with anyone you come across? Do I have to fucking lock you up?

[meowww]

How else am I supposed to take a phone call where you start threatening me and callin' me a slut? Geez, boss, it's like you're trying to get me on a public indecency charge. I'm thinkin' of fixing this problem in the middle of the damn train.

[He lowers his voice, purring into the phone.] You'd have to catch me first if you wanted to do that.

[ewwww]

[A scoff.]

Public indecency? Here? They'd probably give you a medal for jerking it on the train. [Quickly, he adds--] Not that you should! I don't want you getting off to this. You're in fucking trouble, and not the good kind.

[meowww]

Keep talkin' like that and I won't need a hand to help me finish, boss. [Victor presses his palm down against the small rise in his jeans.] How much trouble am I in?

[ewwww]

More trouble than when you lost my diamond.

[Okay, that might be a little dramatic. But what is Roman if not a dramatic bitch?]