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Zev knows he's out of his tree and the agent keeps pursing this anyway. So when Saturday makes them some pasta and fills the apartment with candles the man really should know things are going to go badly. His wrists sport bruises that were black when the night began but are now green and yellow. They show below his shirt cuff as he lights the
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"Mmm... Couldn't eat another bite."
His head is still fuzzy as he tests his bonds. He smiles up at Saturday as his hair is stroked.
"Thanks, Sat. You look amazing, yourself."
He runs his fingers over the cuffs, examining the make and potential methods of escape.
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He clears Zev's plates and leaves them in the sink so he can settle down on the table in front of his date. His bare feet are on the sides of Zev's chair and he leans forward in that boneless way Saturday rests. The cuffs are average police issue. Nothing special.
"After all- you are my first boyfriend. That's special. You're special. You're so handsome and smart. Funny. There's no telling how soon you'll get out of those cuffs and I'm sure you've thought of ten ways to neutralize me with a napkin ring. You're an amazing kisser... and it really just has to end. But Zev- and this is important-"
He puts his hand on Zev's shoulder and gives his best concerned listening face.
"I want you to know that if you just renounce your deviant lifestyle I may let you live. I really want to give you that chance."
Those freak outs Saturday has every now and then about their relationship and his new life? Well it's come in a drugging and homicidal form tonight.
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Police cuffs are no walk in the park, but getting out won't be impossible. The trick will be doing it before Saturday stops him. If he's lucky? This bout of crazy will pass while he's still breathing.
"Thanks, baby. It's nice to feel special. Really. And you're my first dangerously crazy person. So we're both experiencing exciting and scary new things. And I'm really sorry, sweetheart, but no amount of renouncing is going to change the fact that I make you feel funny in the pants."
Not a wise answer as he considers whether or not to dislocate a thumb, but this little mental break is real annoying.
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"I appreciate the gift, but I'm going to have to take a pass. Could cause sinus damage. I wouldn't want to start snoring, you know?"
Fuck. He starts working his skin raw on his hands behind his back, struggling to pull free.
"Are you so sure you wouldn't keep masturbating to my memory, beautiful? You'd just make it something you can't ever satisfy."
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Gosh, that Zev and his jokes.
"The pick is inserted under the eyelid. I just give the end of it a good pop with that wooden clever I used to tenderize the chicken and then scramble your brains. With a side to side motion."
He's miming this all by the way.
Zev has an excellent point there though. Saturday didn't think of that.
"Oh... huh."
He drops the pick back into the box and looks put out.
"I really don't like to masturbate..."
He always cries afterward. It's messy.
"And you do snore sometime when you drink too much. I hear it through the hole in the wall. So... I could lobotomize myself but it would be a daily routine and I'd never get my paper work done.."
He narrows his eyes suspiciously at Zev.
"Also I'm not sure you wouldn't just keep making me gay anyway. This will never work."
The ice pick makes a loud clang as it's tossed over Saturday's shoulder and hits the floor.
"Well... watch your fingers."
He plants his foot on Zev's chest and pushes him crashing backward to the floor.
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It is far harder to disguise his relief when the pick is put down than the fear incited when it was first taken up. A long sigh escapes as quiet as he can make it.
"Mm. I doubt you'd mind redoing the lobotomy once you already had one, but it would be an awful waste of time. And I'd just take advantage of your vulnerability. Probably."
Why can he not just shut his stupid mouth?
"Huh?"
And he flattens his hands against the slant of the chair just in time to keep from smashing them. His arms hurt like hell, though, and his shoulders are pulled by the landing. Zev grits his teeth and hisses as he strikes the ground, but that's all. Nothing broken. Though, he wouldn't want to need his arms real soon... Too bad what he wants doesn't seem to factor in here."Ouch
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Saturday doesn't want to break anything except Zev's will. he hops off the table and grabs the chair legs then starts dragging the man out of the kitchen and down the hall way into the bedroom.
"I read this other thing about smoking where you wear a rubber band around your wrist and any time you think about taking a puff you give it a good snap. What do they call that? Where you associate pain with a bad habit?"
The chair is sat up again and Saturday goes to his knees to undo Zev's pants.
"The rules are painfully simple. If you get hard- you get hurt."
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"You might have a point. Whatever my problem is, I don't think it's in my brain anyway."
His brain works better than that.
The scrape of the chair on the floor is painfully loud and it's rough on his shoulders. Zev just keeps his head up and waits to see where they're going. He listens to Saturday and has a pretty good idea where this madness is going.
Zev's brows raise when Sat goes to his knees. That's unexpected.
"Baby, you don't play fair."
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"Fair compared to what?"
He gives Zev a look.
"Spread your knees."
He grips Zev's pants, plants his foot on the edge of the chair between Zev's legs and pulls the pants down right out from under his ass along with the underwear.
"The first time we tried this I wasn't very good at it-"
He gagged on Zev's dick and demanded they do something else.
"But I've been having the boys do it to each other so I can watch. I really like Chase, but he could do with some therapy of his own. Zev? Tell me about the first time you wanted to do things to a boy."
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"What would have happened to you if they caught you looking?"
This is important since the first time he got sent away it was for spying on his sister undressing. he both wants to join Zev's liberal world and burn it to cinders.
He straddles Zev and begins to unbutton that cream colored shirt. Saturday's black eyes stay on the buttons.
"A teacher I mean. Or the boy. Or a different one?"
Saturday blatantly stares at the hair in the center of Zev's chest.
"How do you not remember the boy's name? You never forget the name of your first kiss, the first cock you want to make hard is somehow less significant then that?"
He takes a pale nipple and twists.
"You don't want me to know. I tell you everything!"
he twists harder. If Zev is lucky it will either go numb or come off.
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"Hard to say. The teacher was a dick, so he probably would have had me suspended or expelled for sexual harassment or something. Not before letting the other boys kick the shit out of me, though. Not that I didn't get enough of that anyway."
God, the lies come easy. The gym teacher is his uncle. The other boys are the other members of the Bratva. Far from the truth, yes, but not a complete lie.
"I don't think I ever knew his name. Not really ( ... )
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"That's fucking bullshit. Making you docile and stupid just so you won't touch other boys on your private time? The punishment really doesn't fit the crime there, beautiful."
He squeezes his eyes tightly shut, trying to focus as if he can will blood to flow backward. He knows it's already too late, though.
"You know, I would have rescued you."
He smiles sweetly because he knows he's about to get hurt.
The slap rattles his jaw and makes his vision go white for a moment as the chair hits the ground.
"Nng.... Good job..."
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You know
He's almost shaking with the urge to break off a table leg and just-
I would have rescued you
keep hitting Zev until the man was so much applesauce. And to keep from doing just that (or to look for a good solid piece of furniture) he stomps out of the bedroom and slams the door.
A minute later there is the sound of Saturday making Zev a new window somewhere in the apartment. And then silence again. After the rage has passed he remembers that Zev did rescue him. He may still be an agent and chained to the juice but Zev has widened his world.
Break in reality over now he comes back to the room with a game plan that doesn't involve spooning Zev's frontal lobe out.
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