Act III
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Congrats on being such a lovely bunch of intelligent people. Being a mod is not as tough as elsewhere because you are all awesome and sensible and enjoy this for what it is meant to be: A FUN PLACE!
A few things:
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"I have a proposition for you, George."
George Osborne swallowed. He was slightly the worse for wine, and was beginning to regret letting Peter buy him all those refills earlier. Screw that, the big mistake had been allowing himself to be taken back to Peter's house after the meal. "I'm not really interested," George squeaked, aware that he was gradually being pushed closer and closer to the wall. "It's getting late anyway, Peter, I should be getting home..."
"No," Peter snapped, suddenly harsh as he forced George a little further backwards. His voice slipped back into its previous tone, low and persuasive, as he went on, "This is the opportunity of a lifetime, George. I'm offering you freedom."
With a wimper, George muttered, "You won't get to me, Peter. The others, maybe. But never me. I know what you are."
"And what am I, exactly? Do tell," Peter purred, one hand running firmly down George's waist and over his hips.
"A monster," George hissed. He tried to focus on Peter's eyes, a few inches below his, as they narrowed into catlike slits.
"Does that have to be a put-off? You fail to understand the gravity of the situation," Peter warned him quietly. "A new order is rising - one that has nothing to do with my party, or yours, or... those other ones. Life as we know it is coming to an end. Already, the rumblings of The Machine can be heard throughout the city - soon my power will extend across the world, and I will crush anyone who threatens to stand in my way."
"So what do you want with me?" George was shivering as a thin hand slid inside his jacket. "Why don't you just cut me down like the others?"
Smiling with sinister glee, Peter ran a finger up George's back told him, "As the Prince of Darkness, I will naturally need a Queen by my side."
"And y-you want me?" gasped George, licking his lips.
"More than you can imagine." Peter ran his mouth up George's neck and whispered in his ear, "Imagine it: you and I, overlooking the world as its joint rulers. A different sort of coalition - one of darkness that will ensnare the whole planet in its grasp. Unknowable power beckons you, George. What do you say?"
Slowly, George relaxed into Peter's arms and lowered his face to murmur in reply, "I don't suppose I have any choice, do I?"
Chuckling, Peter answered, "No, George. But once you get a taste of what's on offer, you won't need to think twice." And he bit down onto George's neck, teeth squeezing the pale skin fiercely, teasing a light moan from the younger man. "Trust me," Peter added, pulling away.
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