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[scarificate]

[ Victor's no idiot. Far from it, though he doesn't fight the perception. It helps that people think he's a violently psychotic without any rhyme or reason behind it but bloodlust. There's that, but no. He's no idiot.

If he wanted to just fuck Roman, he would be able to take what he wanted from the hints being all but thrown at him. If he wanted to kill him it would be even easier, alone and in an intimate setting at an odd hour. He doesn't want to kill him though, and maybe he actually does want to have sex with his bosses boss.

It's not so simple though. What he wants, what he really wants, is to keep seeing him live.

So he acts like he doesn't notice Roman looking at his lips, but he doesn't pull away. He leans in like it might just be a drunken sway, though he's not so drunk that he doesn't know what he's doing. ]

Yeah, it's neat. Any chick that wanders up here though, barren's the least of their problems.

[ He makes eye contact and holds it, because he wants to see the cogs moving, to see what leap Roman makes. ]

[ewwww]

[It's hard for Roman to hold eye contact. He wants to keep looking at Victor's lips, so plump and pink and tempting. He's been fixated on them all fucking night. But those eyes are equally enchanting, and it's a thrill to look someone like Victor Zsasz in the eye. It's a thrill to have him up here, in his penthouse, leaving himself vulnerable.

But he's in the mood for thrills tonight. He just mowed down the fucking Bertinellis, baby, he's on top of the goddamn world.

So he has to laugh at Victor's little remark. Throws his head back, moves his hand down a few inches so he can squeeze Victor's bicep.]

Oh, Mr. Zsasz. You know me so well already. [This time, when he looks down at Victor's lips, he licks his own.] Good thing you're not a "chick," isn't it...?

[scarificate]

Mhm.

[ He doesn't move an inch, stock still as he watches Roman work. ]

You gonna take what you want or what?

[ewwww]

[Well, that's as good a confirmation as any.

The only warning Zsasz gets is the way Roman's eyes darken, and then he pounces, lifting his hand to grab the back of Zsasz's neck so he can pull him into a violent kiss.]

[scarificate]

[ Their teeth clash together and Zsasz leans into it. He wants to feel the ache in his bones. For a long moment he's being kissed with his hands still in his pocket like he doesn't get a damn, his foot twisting back and forth like a kid with an attention deficit. It's just the drugs and the drink. He's got no delusion that he's gonna be in any way in charge of this, until he is in charge, until he has a knife to Roman's neck and he watches the life leave his eyes.

That's not for now though. Later. In a few hours. For now he just grins into the kiss and hopes his lip bleeds. ]

[ewwww]

[Roman will make him bleed, alright. He's hungry with his affections, drunk and high enough that he doesn't give a shit about the taste of blood that spreads over his tongue after a few particularly hard nips. Likes it, even. His guilty little pleasure.

Turning to face Zsasz more fully, he pulls him close, one hand on the back of his head, other arm wrapped around his shoulders to keep him steady. He shamelessly grinds their bodies together, desperate to feel someone's touch -- Zsasz's touch, dangerous and unpredictable.]

[scarificate]

[ Zsasz doesn't get hard quickly. The bite's nice, the taste of his own blood makes him interested, but it takes more than that to get him really going.

The point isn't being into it himself though, the point is that Roman's energy is aggressively contagious. His hands finally slip out of his pockets to hold loosely onto Roman's belt loops, holding his hips close even though he's not hard. He can feel Roman's cock against his thigh though, and that's thrilling enough. When he breaks the kiss he licks up the blood that lingers on Roman's lip. ]

What's the plan, boss?

[ewwww]

[God, it sends a shiver down Roman's spine to hear this dangerous man call him boss. He's got such a gruff, sexy voice, and it makes Roman even quicker to harden in his overpriced slacks.]

The plan is, we're gonna go to my bedroom. [He cups Zsasz's cheek, brushing their lips together with every syllable.] You're gonna get naked and show me your cock. Maybe, maybe, if I like it, we'll do some more... [He smiles, "sweetness" dripping with arsenic. He loves nothing more than this feeling of power, especially now.] 'Kay?

[scarificate]

[ Zsasz grins, chuckles behind his teeth. ]

Kay.

[ He licks the blood off of his own lips, off from the inside of his bottom lip, running the tip of his tongue along the small tear in his skin where Roman's teeth pulled. ]

Lead the way.