"Ah." Oh, this was an emotional thing. He was supposed to care, right? He pulled a face without meaning to that showed how much he cared but he was mostly just trying to figure out what to say. "Maybe put some stones in your pockets. Either they'll hold you down or they'll drown you faster."
With a shrug, he leaned back in his seat and smiled to himself. Nailed it.
"I've tried drowning. Didn't really work, it got boring?" Victor frowned and shrugged, then steered the car to the side to get into the garage for the Foxglove Club, not surprised to just be waved in by security. He had been here before and he was easily recognisable, no matter what car he felt. "But maybe you can be a stone."
He glanced at him for a moment, considering. "Emerald."
"Oooh, I do love a good emerald! Or any precious rock. They say that money can't fix problems but I really think poor people with no money think that. I mean, they have none to fix anything. Nothing fixes a problem like a shiny rock." At least, it fixed it for Roman. He loved expensive watches, jewels, gold, weird antiques that flexed his wealth. For him, money was for display and show - it was a means to brag.
As he got out of the car, he looked around the garage. "Lots of expensive cars here. Interesting." Rich people apparently loved kink clubs.
"M-hm. Membership fees aren't cheap. I think it's 3,000 a month? Dunno." Money wasn't much of an issue in his mind, for obvious reasons, but he did know he paid something. "It's exclusive. Either you pay or you are someone."
Victor waited to walk next to Roman, headed for the elevator. "I can bring guests, you'll be fine." There were perks that came with the membership tier he was in. "You'll be my arm candy."
"Then you best treat me like a proper gentleman." Roman insisted, looking very set on the idea of not just being someone's cheap arm candy. As stated before, he was a sexy and admirable horse - only the finest got to ride him. In a manner of speaking. "You know, 3000 seems like a lot to pay for a club like this when you can get more for your buck elsewhere. They must have good marketing."
Or, as he soon learned when the elevator opened, a very niche clientele. To him, BDSM was just some light rope play and that was kind of it but this was ... out there. He frowned and tilted his head to the side - was that guy dressed like a dog? Huh. Okay. "Woah. Okay... yeah, no, I get it."
"If you pay attention, you'll know what all the elite is into. Mostly getting fisted, it turns out." Kind of fascinating in its own right, honestly. Victor led them down the hallway, then moved ahead two steps when he recognised one of the staff. He didn't exchange a word, but they were suddenly making out, only to stop from one moment to the other, although she kept a hand on his chest.
"Do you want a table, Vic?"
"A good one," he confirmed, gesturing to Roman, "That's my friend. Be nice to him." Well. "Or not, if that tickles his fancy."
"Huh." Just huh. He wasn't against any of it, not at all, just a little surprised. It just kept getting more and more interesting. The only word that made sense for it all was just 'huh'. He looked around and took in everyone he could see, wondering if it was good or bad to be this high here cause he knew he had to keep his best judgement up and memorise some dirty details but also... he was kind of fucked up already. Whoops.
He eyed up the girl Victor kissed and waggled his eyebrows playfully at her, grinning a little. "She's cute, Zsasz. I like her." He growled like a tiger and snapped his teeth at her, grinning as he hurried along by Victor's side. "Do they have good drinks? They gotta for 3000."
"Pretty good. Good cocktails." Victor followed the girl as she led them to their table, not overly bothered when a woman in very high heels and a lot of leather straps trailed a whip along his cheek and shoulder as he passed, although he had to grin when the whip hit Roman's ass. Pretty funny.
"You have sub vibes, Roman." Just felt as if he ought to be told. He wrapped an arm across the boy's shoulder and pulled him down with him as he took a seat, ordering the usual for himself, whatever that was.
"She hit me! She fucking -- hey!" Roman wasn't sure how to feel but he was not overly fond of other people hitting him. Or -- well, it was hard to say. It did feel good but there wasn't even any eye contact! What a rude, sexy attack. Letting himself be dragged into his seat, he looked at Victor and raised an eyebrow. "You think I have sub vibes?"
He had to laugh, it was funny. Strange but funny. "Oh Zsasz, that's cute. You realise who I am, right? I'm Roman freaking Sionis. The whole world is my bitch." There was nothing submissive there. With a huff and a roll of his eyes, he ordered a cocktail with a little umbrella. Little umbrellas were fun.
"Yeah? Well, you're sixteen. Maybe you'll grow into the ego." It was entertaining. Speaking of, Victor leaned back, taking in the night's entertainment. There was always a bit of a show going on, between whatever patrons got up to and some acts being put on. He mostly focused on the person strapped to a cross near them, watching the pain they were being put through. He did find it stimulating. Much less boring, this world. "You wanna be in charge, Roman?"
"Obviously. I'm going to control everything one day. I'll control like 90% of Gotham, that'd going to put my family up there with the Waynes. Probably gonna knock them down, honestly. So it's just destiny really. I'll have whatever I want and do whatever I want." And he didn't care how it sounded, he just knew that it sounded perfect to him. He would make anyone who laughed at him suffer and anyone who ignored him be unable to.
"I'm already loved and adored but I want to be powerful too. I suppose once I'm 18, I will be. I'm the heir." With a wink, he playfully put his legs up on the empty chair by him and watched the show. "It's fun when people scream..."
"Hm." Interesting goals there. Victor didn't know much about Roman's family, given how little attention he paid, but that in itself was enough to know that they weren't even as rich as he currently was - not that he thought he'd hold on to fortune long - and definitely nowhere near the Wayne's. But he was enjoying the ambition. He was watching Roman, looking at the storn in his eyes. It was fun. "Who's most powerful in Gotham right now?"
"The Waynes. Obviously. They own basically everything. The only rivals to their power are gangsters, aren't they? The big ones. Falcone mostly but I hear talks of some dude names Maroni building up power too. Those three would be the top dogs." Roman kept up with the news as much as he could and heard the rumours but even he couldn't 100% call the top dogs, he just assumed it had to be those three in some order with the Waynes likely on top.
"I wish I was a Wayne." All that money. All those connections. It made him hard just thinking about it. Literally. He smirked to himself. "Or a Falcone, come to think of it. Not sure about the gangster life but good money."
"Falcone. Carmine Falcone. He's the only man in this city who really matters. The Waynes are only going to be in power as long as he allows it." Victor felt that was obvious, when one knew enough. He was finding out more and more. Spending time in a place like this? It was definitely helping. "Don Falcone."
He muttered it, then let out a snort, looking at Roman. "You know that they call him the Roman?" That was entertaining. "If it is power you want, you want Falcone."
"If I worked for Falcone, I'd work under him. And do his dirty work. I'd get dirty. I don't really want that." Sooner or later, a gang war would end him and then maybe he'd swoop in but he didn't fancy grovelling at his feet. He was very bad at that. He was a mouthy egotist, after all.
"What do you want? Like, you know, if you're not that into power and all. Is it just fun? Cause I get that but you gotta look at the bigger picture. More power equals more fun."
"I dunno." Victor shrugged his shoulders, trying to think. Or not really trying to think, he knew. Wondering whether it'd be worth saying it out loud. In the end, he did. "I want death. The only thing that matters is life and death and the difference between the two."
He had no ambitions of ruling. "I'll look for something that shows me that I'm alive until I die from it."
Pretty bleak statement, but he said it without much care and then he just leaned forward to reach for his glass, taking a sip. "You wanna play tonight?"
"Death sounds boring. Once you're dead, you're dead. Too final, no wiggle room. Maybe consider another thing, Zsaszy." Tutting a little, he sipped his very fun looking cocktail and considered if Victor really meant what he said. Did he want death for himself or for others, he had no idea but he was intrigued either way.
As he took his little umbrella out, he spun it between his fingers and looked at Victor. "Play?"
Not sure what that entailed but curious either way, he nodded. "I'm always down for playing."
"You want an audience?" Victor wasn't explaining much, but the setting probably gave a few things away at least. But here he was, negotiating terms, all with consent. Very well-behaved. He looked at Roman in a way that didn't give much away. "And you say you are all top, huh? Dominant Roman."
What he was sure of was that there was a lot in this guy, just bubbling right under the surface.
"Sure, I love when people notice me." Roman laughed as he looked at Victor, trying to work out what game they were going to play. Either way, he knew he'd win. He always won. And if he didn't win, he made sure he felt like the winner and the real winner felt like the loser. He had done it all his life - worked quite well for his mood. "And naturally, Zsaszy. I'm always top."
Never mind that the most sex he had were very drunken fumbles where he couldn't actually remember who was top or what was happening but he was like 98% sure. "I'm special, don't you know? I got Sionis blood."
"Yeah? Make sure you hang on to that blood." Victor put a hand on Roman's shoulder, turned now to look right at him. "Keep it where it belongs."
Honestly, he wasn't sure what he valued the guy's odds at. Those ambitions and that lack of observational skill? Maybe when he was sober, but who knew? "Who do you want, then?" He made a broad gesture with his free hand that might as well encompass the entire place. "Who are you going to get to submit to you, Roman? Who are you gonna lead?"
"Women. I want a woman." He felt like hurting tonight and nothing brought out his anger and hate like women. He didn't have a high opinion of them. Not at all. If anything, he had an active dislike that crossed that line into misogyny. He gestured to one and then turned to Victor with a dark smirk. "I want to play with that one. She's pretty."
Looked a bit like his mom but he kept that one to himself, his eyes already alight with joy. "She is going to be a delightful piece of art."
"Uh-huh. You are in the club, so there's rules. No permanent marks, no permanent damage. And whatever boundaries she has." Seemed wise to full him in on that, because much as he'd never really felt it himself, he still recognised hatred. Victor got up, walking over to the woman Roman had picked. He was charming when he wanted to be, always had been, and she seemed to know him, so when he pointed Roman out to her, she was leaning against him and nodding along.
"Roman!" Victor called out. "Come here, show what you can do."
"I'll be a good boy, I promise." Roman promised as he studied what Instruments he could play with and idly nodded along when he was told the safe work to abide by. Not that he was truly listening. He took a leather whip and played with it a little first, slicing through the air a few times before he got right into it.
At the start, it was fine. It was all going to the plan. He kept her guessing, he started small and built up, he did everything right. Until he didn't. It was hard to stop when he'd started, he couldn't hear anything or see anything but what he was doing. It was like white noise in his head.
He just wanted one thing and that was to make the stupid bitch scream. Fuck her, fuck all women.
Victor saw the signs of him losing it and the moment he actually did, he stepped in, quite literally. He caught the whip as if he couldn't feel pain, then pulled on it until Roman was forced to either let go or come closer. Given the state, he wasn't surprised to end up with Roman in his arms and he just rolled with it, Both arms around him, one hand cradling the back of his head, holding him. "Shh. You need to breathe."
Clearly. "Oh, boy. You have issues."
Given the hint of giddiness in his voice, he considered that a good thing.
It was strange, he didn't remember when Victor stepped in, he just knew that he had because here he was, in his arms, being told to breathe. Oh yeah. Breathing. He took several deep breaths as the ringing in his ears stopped and he looked at Victor, finally finding focus again. "I am breathing, don't tell me what to do."
He felt unsatisfied, he felt like he hadn't finished what he wanted to do yet. That incomplete feeling lodged itself in his throat and strangely, it left him wanting to cry.
"I haven't finished!" He whined it petulantly, like a child about to have a tantrum, looking at Zsasz with desperation. "I haven't finished with her yet!"
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With a shrug, he leaned back in his seat and smiled to himself. Nailed it.
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He glanced at him for a moment, considering. "Emerald."
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As he got out of the car, he looked around the garage. "Lots of expensive cars here. Interesting." Rich people apparently loved kink clubs.
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Victor waited to walk next to Roman, headed for the elevator. "I can bring guests, you'll be fine." There were perks that came with the membership tier he was in. "You'll be my arm candy."
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Or, as he soon learned when the elevator opened, a very niche clientele. To him, BDSM was just some light rope play and that was kind of it but this was ... out there. He frowned and tilted his head to the side - was that guy dressed like a dog? Huh. Okay. "Woah. Okay... yeah, no, I get it."
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"Do you want a table, Vic?"
"A good one," he confirmed, gesturing to Roman, "That's my friend. Be nice to him." Well. "Or not, if that tickles his fancy."
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He eyed up the girl Victor kissed and waggled his eyebrows playfully at her, grinning a little. "She's cute, Zsasz. I like her." He growled like a tiger and snapped his teeth at her, grinning as he hurried along by Victor's side. "Do they have good drinks? They gotta for 3000."
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"You have sub vibes, Roman." Just felt as if he ought to be told. He wrapped an arm across the boy's shoulder and pulled him down with him as he took a seat, ordering the usual for himself, whatever that was.
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He had to laugh, it was funny. Strange but funny. "Oh Zsasz, that's cute. You realise who I am, right? I'm Roman freaking Sionis. The whole world is my bitch." There was nothing submissive there. With a huff and a roll of his eyes, he ordered a cocktail with a little umbrella. Little umbrellas were fun.
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Fun.
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"I'm already loved and adored but I want to be powerful too. I suppose once I'm 18, I will be. I'm the heir." With a wink, he playfully put his legs up on the empty chair by him and watched the show. "It's fun when people scream..."
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"I wish I was a Wayne." All that money. All those connections. It made him hard just thinking about it. Literally. He smirked to himself. "Or a Falcone, come to think of it. Not sure about the gangster life but good money."
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He muttered it, then let out a snort, looking at Roman. "You know that they call him the Roman?" That was entertaining. "If it is power you want, you want Falcone."
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"What do you want? Like, you know, if you're not that into power and all. Is it just fun? Cause I get that but you gotta look at the bigger picture. More power equals more fun."
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He had no ambitions of ruling. "I'll look for something that shows me that I'm alive until I die from it."
Pretty bleak statement, but he said it without much care and then he just leaned forward to reach for his glass, taking a sip. "You wanna play tonight?"
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As he took his little umbrella out, he spun it between his fingers and looked at Victor. "Play?"
Not sure what that entailed but curious either way, he nodded. "I'm always down for playing."
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What he was sure of was that there was a lot in this guy, just bubbling right under the surface.
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Never mind that the most sex he had were very drunken fumbles where he couldn't actually remember who was top or what was happening but he was like 98% sure. "I'm special, don't you know? I got Sionis blood."
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Honestly, he wasn't sure what he valued the guy's odds at. Those ambitions and that lack of observational skill? Maybe when he was sober, but who knew? "Who do you want, then?" He made a broad gesture with his free hand that might as well encompass the entire place. "Who are you going to get to submit to you, Roman? Who are you gonna lead?"
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Looked a bit like his mom but he kept that one to himself, his eyes already alight with joy. "She is going to be a delightful piece of art."
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"Roman!" Victor called out. "Come here, show what you can do."
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At the start, it was fine. It was all going to the plan. He kept her guessing, he started small and built up, he did everything right. Until he didn't. It was hard to stop when he'd started, he couldn't hear anything or see anything but what he was doing. It was like white noise in his head.
He just wanted one thing and that was to make the stupid bitch scream. Fuck her, fuck all women.
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Clearly. "Oh, boy. You have issues."
Given the hint of giddiness in his voice, he considered that a good thing.
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He felt unsatisfied, he felt like he hadn't finished what he wanted to do yet. That incomplete feeling lodged itself in his throat and strangely, it left him wanting to cry.
"I haven't finished!" He whined it petulantly, like a child about to have a tantrum, looking at Zsasz with desperation. "I haven't finished with her yet!"
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