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[beautifulviper]

 

Don't expect me to pay any attention to this ridiculous excuse for wasting time. I don't understand what this is meant to do.

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[beautifulviper]

Die on the end of my sword, but I doubt you'd oblige me. And don't call me baby! I've told you about that! I'm not your anything! Grow a pair and switch to a Dominant and then, maybe, I'd allow you to have an actual tie to me.


[It screamed how deep he was the way he responded to the man. Every single time.]

[dramamama]

I doubt that’s what you actually want.
I’ll stop calling you baby when you give me a name that I can call you.

You can’t just switch.
If it was that easy everyone would do it.
But that’s what you want? Me to have control over you?

[beautifulviper]

I have a name. Laurent. Use it. As for wanting you for my Dominant so you can control me, you really are thick. If you actually managed to do such an impossible thing in the first place, which I doubt you have the balls and energy to manage, I'd allow you the chance to have a connection with me. Temporary of course. But you'll never go through with it, so what does it matter?


[He wasn't lying, but he wasn't telling the truth either. With Ransom as his Dominant, many things would be a great deal easier for him. But there were more issues than potential pleasures, and Laurent hated himself for even thinking about the possibility. How could he want time with a man he hated? It made no sense!]

[dramamama]

Yes, Laurent. You have a name.
Baby is only a form of affection or endearment.
It isn't an insult or slur.

It isn't about having the balls or energy, which you know I have plenty of both.
It's about the likelihood that I'll have the luck needed to switch.

All I hear is that you want it but don't think it can happen either.

Stop fucking arguing for a damn minute and talk to me.

[beautifulviper]

It's an insult when you have no affection behind it. Don't lie to me Ransom. We both know I'm only valuable to you because you find me amusing. The moment that amusement dies you'll never glance my way again.


[And why did that hurt? Why did saying that out loud hurt? He hated Ransom, hated the man with a burning passion. And yet . . .]


Would you even try? It doesn't sound like you're unhappy with the arrangement of being kept by someone. Why change the status quo when you have no responsibilities or costs? Besides, it would be an effort on your part to change. We both know you prefer to take the easy way out.


[It was a dig at the man's confession, which still baffled Laurent. Although he didn't like the idea of such needless killing, he wasn't appalled or horrified to find out about it. Death was a way of life back home, much as he might often hate it. Still, there was something deeper under Ransom's words. Laurent finally realized that as he reread the message.]


What is it you want to talk to me about so badly Ransom? Have you killed someone else? Need me to come gush over the body?

[dramamama]

Since you know me so well and have me all figured out, why don't you keep on telling me how I feel.
You are amusing. I find you amusing. Being with you amuses me.
Why does that have to be a fucking problem?

[ It might not be genuinely affectionate, he doesn't seem to feel that way with anybody, but he does enjoy his time with Laurent. Wasn't that the whole point? If Ransom wasn't having fun he wouldn't keep coming back. ]

I don't know.
I'll fend for myself and that's what I'm doing.
My dominant gives me what I have to have and what I want.
Do you really blame me for taking what I need to take?

I can't keep doing this with you.
I'm at my limit. Maybe I've been at my limit for longer than I've realized.
It has to stop.

[beautifulviper]

[Why was it such an issue? Probably because Laurent longed to mean enough to someone to have earned that implied affection. Ransom would never feel it for him, and he certainly hoped he'd never get so twisted he actually felt it for the man in question, but Laurent couldn't deny he longed to feel it with someone. He'd thought, hoped . . . well. As with most everything else in his life, the possibility of real love had fled.

Not that he was saying a damn thing about anything.]


I suppose it shouldn't, but somehow it is. Everything with you is a problem. And I suppose, again, there's no reason I ought to think so badly of you for taking advantage of having an indulgent Dominant. But I do anyway. Perhaps I think you have the potential for more and wish you'd use it?


[Maybe. But probably not. Mostly it was Laurent being jealous of such an easy life, and being jealous of anyone having more of Ransom's time and attention in general. Which he hated admitting, even to himself. There was a sudden alarm in him and the talk of limits, however. It was one thing if he managed to turn away from the man, a pipe dream at the moment. But if Ransom was the one to walk . . .]


What has to stop Ransom?

[dramamama]

Would you not do the same?
Put yourself in my shoes.

[ Potential for more?

Please. His own family, who are supposed to care about him, don't think he has the potential for anything. He's a trust-fund playboy. A prick. The black sheep. An asshole. On and on. Then there's this guy trying to say he thought Ransom could be more than what he is. ]

I don't believe you for a second.
This is who I am.

[ He has to stop what he's doing to respond. ]

The bullshit.
The fighting. The constant arguing and picking each other apart.
All we do is knock the other person down. Over and over.
I won't do it anymore.
Think of it as turning over a new leaf.
I'm done with the past.

[beautifulviper]

[Charity wasn't something Laurent had any desire to take from anyone. If he earned perks from captivity, at least he could soothe his ego with doing work that was worth something. WHat Ransom did was idle. He looked pretty, spoke nicely, and allowed people to spoil him. He was a giant, lazy child.

And still, Laurent wanted him.]


I would never whore myself out for an easy life Ransom. I do have some pride, unlike you. It's a shame you sell yourself so short though. Just imagine how much more fun we could have if I didn't hate every cell in your body. If you took some responsibility and initiative. I'll bet that's what your grandfather said, isn't it? He wanted you to be more, and you stabbed him for it.


[It was good to dig at the man, even if it wasn't accurate. He honestly hadn't paid that much attention to the intimate details of the man's confession, it had been so stupid to him he hadn't cared much. As if he'd really give a shit about an old man from a world he'd never see!

He scowled at the device in his hand as he read Ransom's words, not quite understanding where the man was going.]


You wish me to treat you nicely? Is that it? And why should I bother to do that? Abusing you keeps you coming back thus far, so why lie to your face about wanting to spend time with you? Or is it something you need from me? Is that it Ransom? You need to hear those sweet, kind words from me to be satisfied? How amusing!

[dramamama]

Different set of circumstances and I think you might.
You don't hate me. Not really.
Do you honestly think I'd keep seeing you if that was the case?
I wouldn't. You know that.

My grandfather never thought I was good enough.
He made sure I knew that.


I never said you had to be nice. Nice takes time.
Especially where we're coming from.
But I think you and I can be a lot better than what we are now.
Don't you want to know what that feels like?
Don't you want to hear those words from me?

[beautifulviper]

I know you know this is just a sick fascination I merely need to work out of my system. And aww, poor Ransom. Your grandsire didn't respect you. I'll bet he never took you into a dark bed and fucked you bloody though.


[He shouldn't have sent that. He shouldn't have sent that! There was no undo on a text message and Laurent's pulse raced as he realized what he'd done, and what he'd potentially revealed. How could he be so stupid!? What was it about Ransom that pushed his buttons so expertly he made mistake after mistake and revealed so much!?

He didn't wait for Ransom to respond, just billed forward. Maybe the man wouldn't read anything into the comment after all.]


If I thought for a moment you felt more than amusement towards me, I'd run screaming. We fuck Ransom. That's all we are to each other. We fuck and snipe and that ought to be enough. The rules don't allow for you to be an ass and fall in love with me, and I certainly don't love you. Be content with what we have or go find someone that's capable of deeper emotions. I'm not your man for that.


[He couldn't afford to be that for Ransom or anyone else. He didn't deserve it either. And Laurent knew without doubt that Ransom could never love him anyway. It simply wasn't possible for either of them.]

[dramamama]

No, we weren't that kind of family.

[ Accidental overshare or something Laurent needed to get off his chest? ]

Wanna talk about it?

I still don't believe you.
Those are my terms.
We can snipe, banter, be mean, but at the end of the day there has to be more than that.
Yes or no?

[beautifulviper]

You're not capable of more than that Ransom. Why should I put forth a greater effort when you won't? And that's assuming I could stomach even attempting to think kindly of you.


[What the hell did the man want from him? Why was it always circles with Ransom? COuldn't the man just say what he wanted? And no, he'd never give the man that kind of ammunition. Ransom would never let him go with information like that . . .]

[dramamama]

So we’re through?
Just like that.

[beautifulviper]

[No. Laurent would probably never be able to let go of Ransom, no matter how stupid the attachment was.]


Be blunt for once. What exactly do you want from me Ransom? Tell me that and I'll tell you if we're done.

[dramamama]

Sex. Conversation. We can still fight.
But it can't be like it is now.

[beautifulviper]

[Well. That was . . . acceptable actually.]


Alright.