Trip recognises the look that passes Virusâ eye, but he says nothing, a tiny hint of a squint before his lip twitches in amusement, a look that seemed daring for all of a second. One that said âGo ahead, see how far you get.â, though obviously it meant nothing. Itâd be a shame for them to ever get physical with each other, especially when they did so well as they were. With those thoughts abandoned he nods at the other, accepting the orders and ignoring all other comments.
Tripâs mind functioned in very simplistic ways. Animal instincts were his main drive. Eat, drink, fuck. It was easy to coexist with someone as complex as Virus, he never got in the way, in his ways, and because of this, they worked, and would continue to do so for as long as they were both alive.
Worship was the least imperative of thoughts in Tripâs mind. Just because he saw Virus as somewhat of a higher being, it did not mean he held him up to the true standards of a God, rather he was someone worth following and believing in. Someone who did share his views and interests.
All things aside, Virus was simply all Trip cared for, in his own dysfunctional way, but so long as Virus accepted it he could exist around the other.
He brings the car around and pops the trunk open as told, only to step out and around the vehicle, walking over to Virus to help him load the bag into it, only pausing to stand in front of his partner, eyes settling on his bloodied cheek.
   âYou got some on your face.â
One hand raises to grip Virusâ tie, the other one tucked away into one of his pant pockets, and with a sudden and rough movement he yanks him forward, tugging him along by his tie to lean in and press his tongue, wet and hot, flat against his cheek, dragging it across his skin to clean off the smeared blood from before. His clothes were one thing, but it had no right resting on his face when it wasnât his own. With that, he releases him and steps back, looking down at the bag and lightly kicking it once for good measure.
   âDonât make me get out of the car, I donât wanna talk to anyone.â
â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â STILL REVELING IN HIS SELF-PROCLAIMED GODHOOD, the blond watched his counterpart with interest, watched him near with that predator-like precision and tilted his head up when he neared. He'd believe whatever he wanted to believe, and for Virus, that was enough to make it true. His self-assured nature was both a blessing and a curse. He'd never be wrong, if he had his way, but he'd also never be humble.
           The car finally pulled round, and the notion cuts short with the screech of the tires. Like changing a film reel, his demeanour changes from Virus ; the thoughtful, back to Virus ; yakuza king.
           His deft hands adjusted the leather gloves on his fingers, flexing them and letting the material creak with each movement, head still high and gaze leveling with Trip's when he exited the car. He flatly leaned in when his tie was pulled but the sudden constriction around his throat gave way to a gasp. He inwardly kicked himself for sounding so /vulnerable/ but the warm and wet sweep of Trip's tongue soothed him some. Bayed the beast for another day, until their next job ; no need to exert control again.
           "You should make a habit of licking me like that more often," he teased with a charismatic delivery, but the words were empty. Virus was play... but not quite. That was just how he liked to play it - entirely, but not quite whole.
           With the body loaded into the trunk, he sighed and climbed into the passenger seat, leaving the door open to speak to his counter part until he got in the driver's position, "Do you ever want to speak to anyone? It makes me wonder sometimes - your selective mutism doesn't suit you. I much prefer it when you speak."
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