blood_kink

Things were weirdly... normal. Well, as normal as could be for them these days. For them being what they were, for all that's happened between them. Roman knew that Peter was having a hard time. He didn't know what it was, but he could tell when there were times when he was anxious, when his pulse raced and he sat tense or paced the floors. Or left for a while. He let him have that space even though sometimes he couldn't help a nagging fear that when he left, something would happen and he might not come back.

He'd always come back to him up till now, but there've been times when he'd really thought he'd seen the last of him. Now, there's all that leftover worry from when he thought he'd really lost him, when it turned out that Olivia had taken him. He still hadn't really recovered from seeing Peter in that cage so small he hadn't been able to stand, clothes torn and hands bloody from how hard he'd tried to escape. That's in the past now, but Roman has this feeling that there's something going on, but he doesn't ask what it is. He just tries to trust that if he wants to, he'll bring it up himself.

So things carry on, almost normal. Lynda helps with the Adara now that she's been cleared of charges, and Roman sometimes wonders what life would have been like if Olivia had been more like her. Watching her cradle the baby, or sit on the floor playing with her, and Roman doesn't remember being that young but he's still certain Olivia had never done any of those things.

One night a couple of weeks back, after everyone else had gone to bed, Peter and Roman had settled down on one long sofa to flick through tv, try and find a shitty horror movie to watch and mock, and had landed on some old B-Movie called From The Void that was just remarkably full of vaguely horrific, entirely surreal erotic situations. And since then, it had sort of become a running joke between them. When one or the other of them would think up a good one, they'd text it to the other. Peter has started texting them when Roman's in meetings and, well, he'd be in real trouble if he didn't own the company, because he's unable to read most of them without laughing.

However, as the messages have been sent back and forth, they've started to get more. Well. Real.

Some highlights from the past several days:

Peter: if u like piña coladas / and fear the thing in the drain

Roman: with every thrust your eyes change to a new color

Peter: i vanish like a cheshire cat leaving only my smiling lips wrapped around ur dick

Roman: u touch my hand & every dog within a hundred miles starts to whimper. they know what u are

 
Tonight, they're occupying separate sofas in the same room. Everyone's asleep, again, which seems to be a trigger for late night bullshit. Movies have become a thing, but so has drinking and getting high and just laying tangled together and talking. Right now, they're not there yet. Roman's laying flat on his back with his iPad propped up on his chest, flicking through something he'd found online and Peter... well, God knows what he was doing before he sent a text. 

From across the room. 

As if they couldn't just talk to each other out loud. Roman hears the ding and doesn't even look at it first, just turns his head to the side and catches Peter's gaze with his and makes a face that just says really. 

Then he reads it.


Peter: my skin cant contain my love 4 u

Is that how it is, now? Roman's mouth curves into a mischievous grin as he shoots off a text that's a little too close to home, but this is a game and it's safe to tread too close to reality because it's all bullshit anyway.


Roman: i slither into you