"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!"
"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.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
"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.
no subject
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.
no subject
Fun.
no subject
"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..."
no subject
no subject
"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."
no subject
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."
no subject
"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."
no subject
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?"
no subject
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."
no subject
What he was sure of was that there was a lot in this guy, just bubbling right under the surface.
no subject
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."
no subject
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?"
no subject
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."
no subject
"Roman!" Victor called out. "Come here, show what you can do."
no subject
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.
no subject
Clearly. "Oh, boy. You have issues."
Given the hint of giddiness in his voice, he considered that a good thing.
no subject
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!"
no subject
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."
no subject
Even if he wanted to hear hers, hearing someone's would fill that void. He needed someone.
"Let's play, baby."
no subject
"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.
no subject
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?"
no subject
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."
no subject
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.
no subject
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.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)