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âPretty impressive. Heâs still standing.â
mrxna:
  â⌠You know that most, erâ coital noises are purely communicative, right? Not involuntary. Meaning we can be quiet if we have to. âOther than that, the kidâs usually not in the house to begin with.â
 ââAnyway, thatâs all beside the point. Iâve been keeping an eye on Phoebe while Elliottâs away. I feel like she waits for me to fall asleep. So I donât.â
   âWhat? You think sheâs going to have another, ahem-- breakdown?â She crosses her arms. âI can, like, take care of her during the daytime if you need it. You need some sleep, donât 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.â
mrxna:
 âMorning, Robin. As a matter of fact, I did.â
 âThatâs not to say I actually slept, though.â
   âWell, I donât really care to know about the details of Elliott and Phoebeâs kinky sex lives. I already know to much, seeing as I know youâre in their bed and all.â
   â--Though, I mean, that must be intense. How does Phaedrus get any sleep in this house?â
@mrxna
   âOh, Xander. I didnât know youâd be here. Did you, ah-- spend the night?â
touchofhell:
Who didnât these days? Neel merely smiles.
   ââAnd what favour would that be?â
   âWell, itâs a paid favor. I'm a little low on boys, and I was hoping you might be okay with loaning me one... maybe two. Iâll pay whatever price you name.â
@touchofhell
   âNeel, honey. I need to ask you a favor.â
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homoaviens:
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homoaviens:
 Thereâs a small part of Oliver that wants to be cold and defiant, to say âyesâ 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. Itâs hard to rationalize that line of thinking. It isnât rational.
 Slowly, he turns his head so he can face Cam. His expression, once pinched with anxiety, softens. There are still traces of whatâs left of a pout, but itâs 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 Camâs weight.
 ââ Itâd be crazy of me to say âyesâ to that.â
   Cameron waits for some sort of arrogant reply to come. She knows Oliver can be like that. She knows he can be defiant. Itâs something she likes out of him-- that he doesnât bend entirely to her will. It keeps things from losing momentum.
   âYeah, well. I think so, too.â She slides off the bed anyway, heading for her vanity. Cam pulls out the chair and settles on it instead. âBut I donât entirely appreciate your attitude, so Iâm going to sit this one out. You can start on your own until I think you deserve me back in bed.â
homoaviens:
 "â If you say so.â
 Oliver doesnât mean to be a brat, but he canât help but talk back to her. Heâs 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.
   âI do say so.â 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.
   âWe were only taking a break, you know. I didnât mean to put you down.â Not that sheâll 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. âDid I make you uncomfortable? Do you want me to stop?â
priceofjustice:
  The way she said his name reminded Dag of someone else. He couldnât place it. But it sounded almost exasperated, yet patient; as though indulging him. A smile turned his lips into a brief smile â he couldnât place that either, why he should do such a thing. He moved closer.
  "There someone yaâ got to take care of your business if yaâ took some time for yourself?â
   âYou mean among all the idiots who I employ?â She massages her temples and shuts her eyes. There are some smart ones among the bunch. She knows that. Cameron just doesnât prefer to give them so much credit. âI suppose I do, yes.â
   Her head cradles back against the chair, tilting to one side. A smile lifts against her lips. Dagâs gaze-- as well as that smile she had caught from him-- are reason enough to look back at him.
   â--Youâre staring. Wonât you come closer?â
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. Itâs easy to forget that death is a constant threat in this place, too. He doesnât know anything about the customers Cameron brings in, other than the fact theyâre not ordinary people. Many of them arenât mortal.
  Perhaps itâs silly â but, for a while, he thought their kind should be helping, not hurting one another. Not killing. Itâs clear to him now, though: theyâre no better than humans.
  âI understand, butââ He rubs the back of his neck. âThatâs not up to me, is it?â
   Cameron doesnât 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; thereâs no other reason for her to want to be so kind. His words are the reality, though, and Cameron wonât fool him out of that.
   âYouâre right. I trust him, though. I wouldnât give him these conditions if I thought he would break them. Heâs the lesser evil among the other customers, Percy. Donât be ungrateful.â
supcrbia:
 Percy canât keep back a shudder in response to the way her breath glides over his skin â itâs both enticing and repelling. Thereâs always been conflict between what he does and doesnât like about Cameron. He could get used to the way she touches him â itâs the intent behind it that unsettles him the most.
  â⌠Do I look sad?â Percy laughs a little, but his anxiety is clear no matter how he tries to hide it. He turns, concealing half of his smile.
  ââGuess I am pretty lucky. You can be ruthless, Miss Cameron.â Itâs morbid to speak so freely about a job that specializes in physical and sexual abuse . This is Percyâs life, now. He needs to get used to it sooner or later. âIf he wants a clean slate, Iâm guessing heâll want to do the bruising part himself.â
   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 doesnât lose him. âI have very special conditions for this customer, Percy, but you need to be careful when with him. Heâs not to draw blood; not even a scratch. Heâll be on my shit list if I see anything on you besides bruising.â
   Her fingers trace up to comb back loose strands of his hair. Cameronâs sentiments arenât quite as black-and-white as most are. She cares because losing Percy would mean a loss of money. âHis name is Kennedy, and he takes preference in asphyxiation. I want you back in one piece. Alive.â
supcrbia:
  Percy nods gently, but it doesnât quite feel like anythingâs been forgiven â 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 heâs entitled to touch the ground she treads on.
 Each step is heavy as he heeds the request. Though he doesnât visibly flinch, heâs 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.
   âOh, Percy-- look at you. Sometimes I wonder if youâre afraid of me.â Her words pour into his ear. Her breath is warm against his neck. She knows how she makes him feel. Itâs 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."
priceofjustice:
         âCame to see you,â 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 didnât mind the feeling, but he didnât want to be alone with it. It made sense to see Cam, who wouldnât pity him, or ask him too many questions. Plus, he thought the two had become closer. Not close, but friends. Maybe.
âWhatâs the matter?â Dag asked again.
   âRight.â Cameron nodded it off. She wonât pry further, even if she could. It doesnât matter-- but this, why Dag came to her, truly doesnât matter. Dag can stay an enigma, for all she cares. She prefers it that way. Digging into someoneâs life isnât something she needs unless sheâs looking for dirt.
   âIâm tired, Dag. And maybe a little sick.â