A game by a different name...

[silenziosa_odio]

Percy knew Sam would come. It was something in the way they were, the invitation for something that would grow to be bloody, or fulfilling in some other way. Either result had its own benefits for Sam, and he more than knew it. But as the clock in the hotel room clicked on by, Percy flicked through the telly's channels with little amusement

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[oldestbeloved]

"I'm not a Sammy." Sam appeared, as he always did, leaning against a wall with his arms folded across his chest. As he always did for Percy, anyway. Somethin about the casually insolent posture pleased him.

"What is it you want?"

[silenziosa_odio]

"Oh, I don' know..." Percy perked up, rolling off the bed with a bounce before moving closer to Sam. "What do I want? Mm, what do I ever want, Sammy?"

[oldestbeloved]

Sam's eyebrows shot up at that.

"Sex." Pause. "Drugs. Violence."

[silenziosa_odio]

"You are a cynic." But Percy was purring, which certain would have led Sam to believe a few things.

"Poor little Anson thinks you care about him, you know." He comments blandly as he moves to stand in front of Sam. "Poor thing. And he thinks I'm the one manipulating him."