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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
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1,278
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3
Recommended:
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Vigi: +1
PART FOUR:
Remmy snorted from the kitchen, tossing back a mimosa as he listened to his partner “flirt” with their 'napped guest in the other room. He shook his head as he tucked the carton of orange juice back into the fridge. Why Vigi went for the scrawny ones was beyond him- there was much more to desire in men with some meat on their bones- but if Vigi wanted to fuck around with a midget it was no skin off his ass. So long as it didn't fuck with their plans any more than it already had, of course.
Because fucking with the plans meant no money making tonight and not making a profit had a habit of ruining Remmy's mood and putting them behind in rent. No way was he losing this sweet condo now that it was already decked with all his goods.
Shaking out his hair, Remmy smirked at the slight, pleasant buzz it produced, his champagne laced drink kicking in as he ran his fingers through the long red strands and pulled them into a tight braid that he wrapped up and around to tuck under his ski mask. “V! Ready yet?”
There was a yelp, followed by some loud clinking and a thud before Vigi answered with a growled, “Yea! Hold on- fuck! Hold still you little-”
Of course Benny was spooked from his fear-induced trance once those handcuffs actually came his way. He kicked and flung fists in what his friends back in high school used to call his trademark “Flail-Fu”, screwing his eyes shut and managing to get in two good blind hits before one of his ankles were grabbed and he was yanked forward, head thudding on the rug as an elbow punched into his neck and knocked him flat on his back. Ow.
Vigi took advantage of the small blond's inability to breathe and looped the handcuffs through the intricate metal framework of the coffee table stand. Snatching one of the hands Benny was waving in red-faced panic, he snapped one cuff to the wrist and another to one of the boy's ankles, forcing the little blond into an awkward back arc just as his breath returned.
“Shit...!” Benny wheezed, gulping painfully as he pressed his free hand to the tender spot on the side of his neck. That was going to be hurting for a while, he could tell- definitely a bruise.
“Told you to hold still.” Vigi snorted. Honestly. A little struggle was all good and well, but it was never cute when some kid-sized brat clawed at your face. “Hope you're comfy, you earned it.”
Comfy. Yea. Benny groaned. He could already feel his back and shoulder protesting the position he'd been forced into. His voice was a croak as he added his two cents. “Couldn't.... you just do th' hands?”
“Nah.” Vigi gave a bastard's grin, giving his captive's cheek a pat before standing. “I think you'll enjoy it this way a lot more.”
Remmy snorted from the kitchen, tossing back a mimosa as he listened to his partner “flirt” with their 'napped guest in the other room. He shook his head as he tucked the carton of orange juice back into the fridge. Why Vigi went for the scrawny ones was beyond him- there was much more to desire in men with some meat on their bones- but if Vigi wanted to fuck around with a midget it was no skin off his ass. So long as it didn't fuck with their plans any more than it already had, of course.
Because fucking with the plans meant no money making tonight and not making a profit had a habit of ruining Remmy's mood and putting them behind in rent. No way was he losing this sweet condo now that it was already decked with all his goods.
Shaking out his hair, Remmy smirked at the slight, pleasant buzz it produced, his champagne laced drink kicking in as he ran his fingers through the long red strands and pulled them into a tight braid that he wrapped up and around to tuck under his ski mask. “V! Ready yet?”
There was a yelp, followed by some loud clinking and a thud before Vigi answered with a growled, “Yea! Hold on- fuck! Hold still you little-”
Of course Benny was spooked from his fear-induced trance once those handcuffs actually came his way. He kicked and flung fists in what his friends back in high school used to call his trademark “Flail-Fu”, screwing his eyes shut and managing to get in two good blind hits before one of his ankles were grabbed and he was yanked forward, head thudding on the rug as an elbow punched into his neck and knocked him flat on his back. Ow.
Vigi took advantage of the small blond's inability to breathe and looped the handcuffs through the intricate metal framework of the coffee table stand. Snatching one of the hands Benny was waving in red-faced panic, he snapped one cuff to the wrist and another to one of the boy's ankles, forcing the little blond into an awkward back arc just as his breath returned.
“Shit...!” Benny wheezed, gulping painfully as he pressed his free hand to the tender spot on the side of his neck. That was going to be hurting for a while, he could tell- definitely a bruise.
“Told you to hold still.” Vigi snorted. Honestly. A little struggle was all good and well, but it was never cute when some kid-sized brat clawed at your face. “Hope you're comfy, you earned it.”
Comfy. Yea. Benny groaned. He could already feel his back and shoulder protesting the position he'd been forced into. His voice was a croak as he added his two cents. “Couldn't.... you just do th' hands?”
“Nah.” Vigi gave a bastard's grin, giving his captive's cheek a pat before standing. “I think you'll enjoy it this way a lot more.”