#dmitri asks

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Owen: *tryna pull a SBA*

Owen: *looks into Dmitri so he can see what he can use against him*

Owen: *sees the felony assault on his cousin's rapist*

Owen: Sheit

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And the court records don't specify that 23-year-old Dmitri fully intended to kill the bastard

By the time Dmitri and Vince meet, Dmitri is nearly 40, and Vince is in his late thirties. Dmitri has gone through a lot of therapy by then, so part of me doubts Owen would see that as a threat.

Well, he is a massive coward.

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I was wondering what exactly are Iliya and Dimitri’s opinion on Ben? And also what are some differences in the way the two characters treat him?

Ben is the latest of Volkov’s toys. However, like Volkov, they see Ben as fresh meat. He’s never been a victim before and they smell blood in the water. They both enjoy watching him suffer and there’s probably been many evenings when they were doing abusing Ben that they either had to go take a cold shower or finish themselves off. Dmitri is always trying to get Volkov’s approval. Volkov is his mentor and has been for some time now. He has that same deep sadistic streak in him that lets him get off on inflicting pain and enjoying people suffering. He also thoroughly enjoys humiliating people. Ilya, while also nursing a hefty sadistic streak that Volkov works to cultivate, is not quite as creative in ways to abuse people. He doesn't like playing second fiddle to Dmitri, but he knows he hasn't earned the number two position yet. Ilya tends to rush things and accidentally inflict worse damage than he intends, like we saw when he tried to force feed Ben when he was sick. At the end of the day, Ilya is more of a brute and less clever than Dmitri. Dmitri is more subtle and cruel in his methods, like when he caned Ben and spent the last several strokes hitting him in the exact same spot.

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How would Dmitri and Owen interact if they ever met?

(Owen and Vince belong to @ashintheairlikesnow )

It would entirely depend on whether Dmitri was in the loop with what happened and if the public knew about him and Vinces relationship.

If the public was unaware and Dmiti was unaware he would just ignore him. He'd be respectful if they were talking but would just not engage with him.

If the public knew and Dmitri was still unaware he would definitely notice the hostility towards Vince and would try to not engage with Owen for his sake. If Owen was rude to him all Dmitri really has to do is glare and he looks very intimidating.

If the public didn't know but Dmitri was aware, he would try and keep Vince close to him when was around. Both to make Vince feel safer and to keep Owen at least an arms distance away.

If the public was aware fo their relationship and Dmitri was aware it would be close to the same except Dmitri might be a bit more standoffish to Owen. If Owen tried anything however... he's getting thrown.

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What's your favorite thing about Vincent, Dmitri?

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Dmitri leans back in his chair and says, "Well I love everything about him but if I need to pick something... he has this little, barely noticeable, hum to his voice. It's the most prominent when he's sober and right in the morning or right before bed."

Dmitri smiles, "it makes his voice even smoother."

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Sometimes, dating an actor feels like staring down a wildfire.

(I had a billion different ideas for this buts here's a good one)

Vincent belongs to @ashintheairlikesnow

There is one thing Dmitri would say that he didn't like about dating Vincent. He's a damn good actor. Emotions are carefully tucked up and under cracks and they only show when it's too late.

They were over at Nats house, Vincent went there for getting logistics and they stayed just to socialize. Dmitri, who loves when Vincent can relax without being so inebriated that he's a different person, is always so happy to stay.

But today was different.

Dmitri doesn't even know what he said, or even if it was him who said something. Without much of a warning, Vincent buckles in on himself.

Emotions spilling from the cage like bloodstained doves.

Nat and him sat next to Vincent as he coiled in on himself and shook so violently it scared Dmitri just a little.

It hurts to feel his lovers pain. It hurts to not know whats his lovers pain.

Sometimes it feels like staring into the blaze of a raging wildfire. The heat hotter than the flames, eating at fibers feet away from the fire.

The pain is almost to much for Dmitri to bear.

And it isn't even his own.

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a thought. Dmitri baking vince tasty treats so much it throws his weight off track, cueing a pissed dietrician and vince insisting that he has to stop (which dmitri opposes because tummy and thighs are getting bigger!! thighs!!!!!)

"Sooooo," Dmitri says, propping himself on the table, "A little birdie has informed me that you have been sending all of the goodies I've given you to Nat."

Vincent pauses and faces Dmitri, humorous guilt across his face, "Dmitri, you know I'm going to keep getting in trouble if I keep eating those, and even then I really shouldn't be anyway."

"Why not," Dmitri says stepping up next to him, "What's stopping you?"

Vincent sighs and turns back for a glass of what looks like water, "You know I have a physique to maintain, Rachel just got on my case about-"

"If you say BMI I might implode."

Dmitri reaches forward and pulls Vincent in by his hips. Fingers drumming across his hipbones. He places a soft kiss on his curls before looking down at Vincent.

Vincent shakes his head, pretending to ignore the soft intimacy, "I can't be eating that many carbs daily Dmitri. It's not good for-"

Dmitri rolls his eyes, "Vincent you do 45 minutes of cardio minimum daily, absolutely nothing you eat is going to stay on you body for long." He snakes his hands around his hips and weaves his fingers together, "Right now you are skin and bone Vincent."

"Clearly I'm not," Vincent protests as he places his chin on Dmitri's chest, "I'm far more concern about muscle-"

Dmitri laughs, "Muscle strength? Vincent you would need to eat a lot more food if you want guenuine muscle strength. I may not look as defined as you are but you've seen me lift part of a small car."

"Definition," Vincent finishes, "Half of my job is to look appealing."

"Look like skin and bones?"

Vincent huffs and rolls his eyes, "Sure, if you consider having defined muscles to be skin and bones then yes."

Dmitri shakes his head, "You do realize your hangovers wouldn't be as killer if you ate more carbs before."

"Are you trying to persuade me to ignore my dietitian Dmitri?" Vincent pokes, "Because it's not going to work, I can't be gaining weight right now, especially before filming."

"Maybe." Dmitri sways with Vincent for a moment, "If you want my observations, you seem happier when you let yourself eat foods that actually taste good."

"Yeah, but I gain weight when I do."

"In the right spots."

Dmitri smiles childishly as Vincent slowly tilts his head up.

"And what do you mean by that exactly?" Vincent states, slightly annoyed.

"I mean," Dmitri's smile deepens as Vincent's eyes droop in playful irritation, "Thighs are great."

Vincent groans silently and places his face in Dmitri's chest, "You're seriously hopeless."

"Hey!" Dmitri chuckles, "I'm not wrong, aren't I?"

"Get off."

Dmitri lets his hands unknit and slide off, "You can't deny that you look good when you're happy Vee."

Vincent steps back and tries to hold back a chuckle. He gives Dmitri a quick kiss before turning back to what he was doing, "Absolutely hopeless."

"Hey! I'm clearly not wrong here!"

"Sure we'll go with that."

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Dmitri and Vince fluff plz. Can I have some seratonin?

Have some serotonin Anon!

Dmitri and Vince being sleepy and adorable

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It feels like floating on the surface of cool waters. The same way swimming in a lake feels on a hot summer day. Dmitri lays back on Vincent's couch. It is a softer couch, so he somewhat sinks into it, but it still holds relatively firm.

Vincent rests on top of him. His chest rises and falls gently as the peepers sing from outside their window. His curls are in slight disarray as they scatter like blossoms in late spring.

Moonlight casts across the living room, a room so still it can barely be called living. The kiss of Moonlight rests across the simple glass chandelier that hangs from the roof, winking light around every so often.

Dmitri can't tell if Vincent is still awake.

Listening to the soft night outside, he runs his fingers idly through Vincent's hair. The pads of his fingers brushing over his scalp. Dmitri had a fascination with Vincent's hair. It is always impossibly soft. He knew Vincent takes pride in keeping it pristine.

Now that Dmitris thinking about it, it's the only thing he keeps pristine much anymore.

Dmitri can feel Vincent’s breath across his shirt. For once, his lover sleeps unplagued by nightmares of a horror unknown to him. Now, his head rests gently on Dmitri’s chest and his body is as still starlight. Dmitri can’t help but to think of how much younger Vincent looks when he’s asleep.

On the better days, it can feel like it too.

Dmitri leans his head back on the armrest and lets himself relax. Today was long, tomorrow probably longer. The quiet sounds of the night sing a silent song to him as drowsiness slowly takes his eyes. He stills his hand and feels the pull of sleep drag him under.

Vincent stirs slightly, adjusting himself further onto Dmitri. “Why’d you stop?” Vincent mumbles into Dmitri’s chest. He lazily props his head up and looks up at Dmitri with drooping eyes.

Dmitri’s eyes open and trail down to Vincent. The two of them watch each other for a moment before Dmitri slides his fingers back into Vincent’s hair. Almost subconsciously, he leans into Dmitri’s hand.

“I thought you were asleep,” Dmitri mumbles as moonlight casts across Vincent’s face. Dmitri rubs his fingers through Vincent’s hair and sits up enough to press his lips into Vincent’s forehead. Placing a soft kiss, Dmitri rests his head back on the armrest. “We should probably head upstairs and sleep.”

Vincent leans over the couch and grabs a white blanket off the floor and lazily tosses it over them. He rests his head back down on Dmitri’s chest and murmurs, “‘ere’s fine.”

He snuggles up as close to Dmitri as he can before stilling. Tucking his arms around Dmitri and pining himself to him. Vincent shifts up slightly and rests his head in the crook of Dmitri’s neck, pressing as close as he can. Dmitri can feel the flutter of eyelashes close as sleep takes its grip on Vincent.

Dmitri smiles. He runs his fingers through Vincent’s hair one more time and lets the sound of crickets lull him to sleep.

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Prompt: “people lie all the time.”

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TW : Substance abuse, alcoholism

“Nope,” Dmitri says as he flicks the vodka bottle out of Vincent’s hands, “We are not mixing Xanax and alcohol, absolutely not.”

“Dmitri!” Vincent says as he grabs at the bottle, “It’s been over an hour!”

“It’s been 15 minutes,” Dmitri replies as he tosses the bottle back in his cabinet, “Closer to 10 actually.”

Vincent opens his mouth to speak, a retort coiling under his tongue. In one smooth motion, Dmitri closes the cabinet door, “You shouldn’t be drinking period when you’re on that strong of a dose, especially any shorter than an hour after taking it.”

His eyes glance back down at his cabinet, “It’s- Dmitri- I’ll be fine Dmitri, I should’ve been keeping track of the time.”

Dmitri sighs, “I’m just worried about you, since you don’t keep track of this kind of thing very much. I just want you to be safe.”

“Dmitri, I keep track of when I take it, and I take it as prescribed. I write this stuff down.”

Dmitri steps over and takes Vincent’s hands in his own, “I know, just… you take it as-needed and you already-”

“I know, I’m being careful.”

“You know how addicting xanax can be if it gets used wrong.”

“I know.”

“I’m just worried that-”

“I know,” Vincent says as he gives Dmitri a peck on the lips, “And I’m being careful.”

Dmitri relaxes just so, and Vincent tries to fake his genuine smile. Something he only has to do around Dmitri. It isn’t easy.

“People lie Vee… I’m just worried that you’ll become as dependent on this as you have with alcohol,” Dmitri murmurs. Vincent can feel his worry through his skin. 

Guilt eats at his fingertips as the lie rolls off of his tongue as easily as an act, “It’s just for my anxiety Dmitri, nothing else.”

People lie all the time.

Dmitri’s fingers tighten around Vincent’s hands, “Vee… just be careful, please?”

And so do I.

“I am,” Vincent responds, placing his chin on Dmitri’s chest, “Don’t worry.”

I can’t do this by myself.

God, worry a lot. Please.