"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!"
"Pretty sure she's done with you. Two-way street in here. If you want a one-way, you gotta go down different avenues." Victor looked at him, seeing the childishness and the darkness that hid within it and he did feel a bit of a thrill at that. Someone not boring. There was one thing he could definitely say about this man. Not boring at all.
So he kept looking into his eyes and he lowered his voice a little. "Come with me. Private. There's no limits there." He shrugged. "I'll even call you boss."
"Seriously? No limits?" His eyes were wide and excited as he looked at Victor like he was offering him the world. And right now, he definitely was. Right now, this was all he wanted. He growled like a horny idiot and practically humped up against Zsasz without realising what he was doing, already hard and eager to finish. He wanted to smell blood and hear screams.
Even if he wanted to hear hers, hearing someone's would fill that void. He needed someone.
Victor smiled a little, then just kept one arm around Roman as he walked him toward the hallway that had private rooms. He didn't want to give a public show, but no limits seemed about right otherwise. It also seemed smart to no let go of Roman, he was like some wild animal that had smelled blood. Exciting though, admittedly.
"After you." He held the door to the room open, not surprised at how it looked inside. All of these rooms were largely the same, in his experience, the colour scheme could differ, but the purpose was pretty clear. "I think I had a birthday in here once." Looked familiar.
"I want my birthday here every year!" Roman playfully declared as he skipped into the room and went right for the tools, eyes gazing at them all to try and find the right thing to play with. It was early and he didn't want to play too hard so he picked what he knew he could have the most fun with - he picked the whip from before. "I love this, it's fucking great. I wish I had one with me all the time."
He was more fun to hurt women than men, or so he assumed, but this would do. This would do nicely. "You sure you wanna play, Zsasz?"
"I like playing." Victor's usually rather one-note delivery might not bring that across properly, but he did shrug out of his jacket readily enough, unbuttoning his shirt. There were marks on his skin, his upper body, none that were visible usually, given he tended to cover up entirely. He had been experimenting with pain for a while.
Also, he liked his shirt, so he didn't want it damaged. He put it down on top of the jacket, then rolled his shoulders a little, getting loose. He was more muscular than he usually appeared, he liked staying fit. "How do you want me?"
"On your knees. Let's keep it simple. First time and all. I don't go in for the razzle dazzle until I understand it properly, you know?" And yes, he would be researching this a lot but for now, the simple act of kneeling was all he wanted. With a playful smirk, he bounced from foot to foot before working out his arm a little, trying to stretch it out and get rid of the cramp he'd gotten before.
He was too stiff, too angry. "You're very... well muscled. I like that. You know, it's uh... it's pleasing. To the eye."
Damn it, why did he say shit like that? Whatever. Without warning, he just started striking Zsasz to get rid of the comment he'd said.
Victor tilted his head a little, but he didn't smirk. He had a feeling that this little egomaniac might be a tad touchy about being made fun of, so he felt it wise to hold back. He got on his knees, as instructed, folding his hands behind his head. Not as instructed, but he had done this before and he felt it was easier to go into a specific pose.
He didn't react to the first strike, not the next few either. Pain took a while to really register with him, he had to open his mind up to it, at least that was how he'd come to think of it. Finally he hissed though, fists clenching. He did like it. He liked to feel.
It took a while before the high of getting out all of that pent up frustration out subsided and Roman could breathe again. Could actually pull away from the white noise and the excited strikes he dolled out. He dropped the whip when he was done and came over to Victor, admiring the work and reaching out to poke it with his fingers. Victor bled in one or two places, not his intent but very beautiful. He leaned forward and inhaled the nice copper scent.
"You might scar. Isn't that exciting?" He leaned forward and licked the blood off Victor's back. "You taste good." He giggled a little manically as he dropped onto his ass and shuffled back a little.
"Uh-huh." Victor watched him, his face hard to read as usual, but his eyes never left him. He stayed just as he was too, not moving off his knees or even moving his hands. Roman wanted to have people under him, he might as well give him the high of having his orders followed. "Thanks, boss."
This was not how he'd expected this night to go, but that was what made it exciting, wasn't it? "You getting off on this?" He was curious. It was doing things for him, he knew that much.
"Oh yeah, getting off." Roman flopped onto his back and reached down to touch his dick, it was so hard and throbbing, he didn't even know what to do. He had never been this turned on. Not even when he had porn and the house to himself. His eyes opened wide as he watched Victor before whistling playfully in his direction.
"Victor, darling, you could come and give me a hand here. I'm dying for your touch." He crooned the words playfully, clearly wanting to seem sweet but he just lacked the genuine part. "Pretty please."
Under different circumstances, Victor wouldn't have stood for being whistled at, but he had said no limits and this was all within that game, so he didn't let it bother him. He just inclined his head a little before crawling toward him, trained and muscled enough for it to look animalistic rather than ridiculous, at least to a horny teenager.
He stopped beside Roman, moving a hand to quickly undo his pants and pull them down, then wrapping his fingers around his dick. "Slow or fast?"
"Fast." Roman choked out, wanting an excuse for why he might not take that long to come cause just that had wrapped around him was already making his toes curl in his shoes. He was so aroused, all he could think about was Victor and all he wanted was him. One day, maybe he could - one day, he could be the boss. He just had to get rid of his parents, get more money and topple Falcone.
Victor would have asked Roman to look at him, had he been the one in charge here, but luckily Roman was focused, couldn't fault him for that. Entirely focused on him. There was a certain high that came with that, he had to admit, capturing that wild storm of a mind. His hand moved fast, as instructed, and he wasn't expecting much more out of this, not much longer. Roman was new to this, as he'd said.
What a start though. He had a feeling that he had given him something new to try.
As Roman came, he knew things had definitely changed. Instead of not having any specific goal in life, he now had one very clear goal - he was going to rule Gotham. He was going to rule it with Zsasz by his side or burn it and him to the ground trying. With a dorky smile on his face, he yanked Victor down and kissed him long and hard before yanking him down so they could cuddle.
He was a cuddler, what of it? Cuddling was cute. "This was fun. Best night ever."
Victor wasn't even that surprised by the sudden turn to cuddling and he took to it readily enough. He liked cuddling just fine, honestly. It was so Roman though, he could already tell. Squishy on the inside, so fragile and perhaps even sweet. But, damn, was he ever covered with livewire, barbed wire and poisonous spikes. He loved it.
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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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So he kept looking into his eyes and he lowered his voice a little. "Come with me. Private. There's no limits there." He shrugged. "I'll even call you boss."
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Even if he wanted to hear hers, hearing someone's would fill that void. He needed someone.
"Let's play, baby."
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"After you." He held the door to the room open, not surprised at how it looked inside. All of these rooms were largely the same, in his experience, the colour scheme could differ, but the purpose was pretty clear. "I think I had a birthday in here once." Looked familiar.
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He was more fun to hurt women than men, or so he assumed, but this would do. This would do nicely. "You sure you wanna play, Zsasz?"
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Also, he liked his shirt, so he didn't want it damaged. He put it down on top of the jacket, then rolled his shoulders a little, getting loose. He was more muscular than he usually appeared, he liked staying fit. "How do you want me?"
He smiled. "Boss."
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He was too stiff, too angry. "You're very... well muscled. I like that. You know, it's uh... it's pleasing. To the eye."
Damn it, why did he say shit like that? Whatever. Without warning, he just started striking Zsasz to get rid of the comment he'd said.
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He didn't react to the first strike, not the next few either. Pain took a while to really register with him, he had to open his mind up to it, at least that was how he'd come to think of it. Finally he hissed though, fists clenching. He did like it. He liked to feel.
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"You might scar. Isn't that exciting?" He leaned forward and licked the blood off Victor's back. "You taste good." He giggled a little manically as he dropped onto his ass and shuffled back a little.
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This was not how he'd expected this night to go, but that was what made it exciting, wasn't it? "You getting off on this?" He was curious. It was doing things for him, he knew that much.
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"Victor, darling, you could come and give me a hand here. I'm dying for your touch." He crooned the words playfully, clearly wanting to seem sweet but he just lacked the genuine part. "Pretty please."
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He stopped beside Roman, moving a hand to quickly undo his pants and pull them down, then wrapping his fingers around his dick. "Slow or fast?"
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How hard could that be? Really?
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What a start though. He had a feeling that he had given him something new to try.
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He was a cuddler, what of it? Cuddling was cute. "This was fun. Best night ever."
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