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Written by Marissa.

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“Pretty impressive. He’s still standing.”

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mrxna:

   “… You know that most, er– coital noises are purely communicative, right? Not involuntary. Meaning we can be quiet if we have to. —Other than that, the kid’s usually not in the house to begin with.”

  “—Anyway, that’s all beside the point. I’ve been keeping an eye on Phoebe while Elliott’s away. I feel like she waits for me to fall asleep. So I don’t.”

     “What? You think she’s going to have another, ahem-- breakdown?” She crosses her arms. “I can, like, take care of her during the daytime if you need it. You need some sleep, don’t you? And I know you must have a butt-ton of work, too. I'm not busy or anything. Don't got any appointments 'til later tonight.”

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mrxna:

  “Morning, Robin. As a matter of fact, I did.”

  “That’s not to say I actually slept, though.”

     “Well, I don’t really care to know about the details of Elliott and Phoebe’s kinky sex lives. I already know to much, seeing as I know you’re in their bed and all.”

     “--Though, I mean, that must be intense. How does Phaedrus get any sleep in this house?”

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     “Oh, Xander. I didn’t know you’d be here. Did you, ah-- spend the night?”

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touchofhell:

Who didn’t these days? Neel merely smiles.

     “—And what favour would that be?”

     “Well, it’s a paid favor. I'm a little low on boys, and I was hoping you might be okay with loaning me one... maybe two. I’ll pay whatever price you name.”

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@touchofhell

     “Neel, honey. I need to ask you a favor.”

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homoaviens:

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     Cameron takes a brush and begins to fix her hair. She gives him part of her attention-- leaves the rest of it to preening. It’s just a bluff, though. At this point, her interest in him has to have become a bit more obvious. She prefers not to bend so easily to anyone, though, and not even her interest in him will make her more lenient. Watching him squirm is a nice pastime.

     The yelp coaxes her gaze back to him. When his eyes settle on hers, Cameron turns herself around entirely to give him her full attention. She wants to go over there, to help him along, but she has more restraint than that. Instead, Cam gets up to open her dresser and takes a pair of lace panties out of the top drawer. She tosses them onto the bed beside him.

     “Set the vibrator on higher, won’t you? And I want you laying down once you have those on.”

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homoaviens:

  There’s a small part of Oliver that wants to be cold and defiant, to say ‘yes’ as shortly as possible. It would certainly be dramatic. And in the short term, it would make him feel better. But is it worth it? Ruining an entire evening just so he can feel smug for 10 seconds? Absolutely not. It’s hard to rationalize that line of thinking. It isn’t rational.

  Slowly, he turns his head so he can face Cam. His expression, once pinched with anxiety, softens. There are still traces of what’s left of a pout, but it’s most certainly a vast improvement in comparison to the frown he was wearing just seconds ago. He lefts out a soft breath, willing his body to relax underneath Cam’s weight.

  “– It’d be crazy of me to say ‘yes’ to that.”

     Cameron waits for some sort of arrogant reply to come. She knows Oliver can be like that. She knows he can be defiant. It’s something she likes out of him-- that he doesn’t bend entirely to her will. It keeps things from losing momentum.

     “Yeah, well. I think so, too.” She slides off the bed anyway, heading for her vanity. Cam pulls out the chair and settles on it instead. “But I don’t entirely appreciate your attitude, so I’m going to sit this one out. You can start on your own until I think you deserve me back in bed.”

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homoaviens:

  "– If you say so.”

  Oliver doesn’t mean to be a brat, but he can’t help but talk back to her. He’s a little paranoid, a little uncomfortable, a little upset. And usually being touched by Cam would put Oliver in high spirits, but right now in this very moment he wears a frown so deeply troubled, he almost looks like a completely different person. He tries for a smile, which falters quickly, then he turns his cheek against the pillow under his head.

     “I do say so.” Cameron slides her hands up to his wrists, pulling them over his head. She drags her tongue against the side of his neck, up to his ear.

     “We were only taking a break, you know. I didn’t mean to put you down.” Not that she’ll apologize for it. Cameron sits up over Oliver, her hands still pinning his hands down. She rests only a little of her weight on him. “Did I make you uncomfortable? Do you want me to stop?”

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priceofjustice:

    The way she said his name reminded Dag of someone else. He couldn’t place it. But it sounded almost exasperated, yet patient; as though indulging him. A smile turned his lips into a brief smile — he couldn’t place that either, why he should do such a thing. He moved closer.

    "There someone ya’ got to take care of your business if ya’ took some time for yourself?”

     “You mean among all the idiots who I employ?” She massages her temples and shuts her eyes. There are some smart ones among the bunch. She knows that. Cameron just doesn’t prefer to give them so much credit. “I suppose I do, yes.”

     Her head cradles back against the chair, tilting to one side. A smile lifts against her lips. Dag’s gaze-- as well as that smile she had caught from him-- are reason enough to look back at him.

     “--You’re staring. Won’t you come closer?”

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supcrbia:

  Any semblance of comfort leaves his features when she turns his face. Breath seizes in his chest, followed by a short gulp of air. He looks her in the eye. Nods. It’s easy to forget that death is a constant threat in this place, too. He doesn’t know anything about the customers Cameron brings in, other than the fact they’re not ordinary people. Many of them aren’t mortal.

   Perhaps it’s silly – but, for a while, he thought their kind should be helping, not hurting one another. Not killing. It’s clear to him now, though: they’re no better than humans.

   “I understand, but–” He rubs the back of his neck. “That’s not up to me, is it?”

     Cameron doesn’t answer him right away. She feels like indulging him, if only to soothe his nerves. Her hand slips back down to his thigh, petting the clothed inside of his thigh. This sort of attention is only offered among her small group of paid employees; there’s no other reason for her to want to be so kind. His words are the reality, though, and Cameron won’t fool him out of that.

     “You’re right. I trust him, though. I wouldn’t give him these conditions if I thought he would break them. He’s the lesser evil among the other customers, Percy. Don’t be ungrateful.”

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supcrbia:

  Percy can’t keep back a shudder in response to the way her breath glides over his skin – it’s both enticing and repelling. There’s always been conflict between what he does and doesn’t like about Cameron. He could get used to the way she touches him – it’s the intent behind it that unsettles him the most.

   “… Do I look sad?” Percy laughs a little, but his anxiety is clear no matter how he tries to hide it. He turns, concealing half of his smile.

   “—Guess I am pretty lucky. You can be ruthless, Miss Cameron.” It’s morbid to speak so freely about a job that specializes in physical and sexual abuse . This is Percy’s life, now. He needs to get used to it sooner or later. “If he wants a clean slate, I’m guessing he’ll want to do the bruising part himself.”

     Cameron takes his jaw between index and thumb. His laugh-- his slight smile-- they bring about her need to caution him, to make sure she doesn’t lose him. “I have very special conditions for this customer, Percy, but you need to be careful when with him. He’s not to draw blood; not even a scratch. He’ll be on my shit list if I see anything on you besides bruising.”

     Her fingers trace up to comb back loose strands of his hair. Cameron’s sentiments aren’t quite as black-and-white as most are. She cares because losing Percy would mean a loss of money. “His name is Kennedy, and he takes preference in asphyxiation. I want you back in one piece. Alive.”

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supcrbia:

   Percy nods gently, but it doesn’t quite feel like anything’s been forgiven – nothing he does in front of Cameron will ever be forgiven. A suffocating presence like hers makes him feel small. It makes him wonder if he’s entitled to touch the ground she treads on.

  Each step is heavy as he heeds the request. Though he doesn’t visibly flinch, he’s expecting a punishment when he reaches her. But he silently reminds himself that he needs this. Come what may.

     Cameron waits for him to settle on her lap. Well-manicured nails glide from his waist to his thighs, trailing along the cloth that hides such precious flesh from her.

     “Oh, Percy-- look at you. Sometimes I wonder if you’re afraid of me.” Her words pour into his ear. Her breath is warm against his neck. She knows how she makes him feel. It’s empowering. "I would give you a reason for that sad little face of yours, but you have a customer tonight. He prefers boys without so much scarring, and you're the only one I have to fit the bill. Count yourself as lucky, sweetheart. He wouldn't want you all bruised up."

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priceofjustice:

                 “Came to see you,” he said, honestly. But there was more to it than that: a disagreement with someone close to him had left Dag feeling a little numb. He didn’t mind the feeling, but he didn’t want to be alone with it. It made sense to see Cam, who wouldn’t pity him, or ask him too many questions. Plus, he thought the two had become closer. Not close, but friends. Maybe.

“What’s the matter?” Dag asked again.

     “Right.” Cameron nodded it off. She won’t pry further, even if she could. It doesn’t matter-- but this, why Dag came to her, truly doesn’t matter. Dag can stay an enigma, for all she cares. She prefers it that way. Digging into someone’s life isn’t something she needs unless she’s looking for dirt.

     “I’m tired, Dag. And maybe a little sick.”