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?"

[oldestbeloved]

Sam crouched down, then sat down, leaning up against the wall. He could wait, too, and as he'd said he had no need for spilling blood, no lust for bloodplay yet.

Yet might be the operative word here.

[silenziosa_odio]

Frowning, Percy waited a few moments, before rolling onto his back to stare across the room at Sam. Mm. This was not the plan...

Not the Percy's plan were ever more involved that 'achieve this goal'. He just had expected views of behavior.

Rolling to his stomach, he pushed himself up to crawl across toward Sam.

"Sam...you look glum."

[oldestbeloved]

"Glum?" Sam's eyebrows shot up towards his hairline. "I look... glum?"

That actually made him laugh a little. Not quite... what he had expected Percy to say.

"That's a new one."

[silenziosa_odio]

"I can be creative..." Percy purred, sliding over Sam's legs until he was straddling them. "I can change too, if I wanted...."

Leaning forward he pressed a gentle, almost loving kiss against Sam's lips. A hand came up to cup the man's face softly.

[oldestbeloved]

Sam kissed him softly and lingeringly for a bit, not touching him otherwise, before he leaned his head back.

"You can't change any more than I can," he murmured. Not so much pushing him away. But it was a fact. Sam knew it, even if no one else seemed to.

[silenziosa_odio]

Percy shook his head a little, before leaning in to kiss Sam again. It was gentle, loving. Pulling away long enough to look at Sam's eyes, Percy shook his head.

"Change occurs only when we want it, Sam. We both can accomplish it....when we choose to." Though Percy was at a considerable disadvantage. He was, by all legal and medical reasoning, a heartless, emotionaless...killer.

[oldestbeloved]

"When we choose to," he repeats at a murmur, and then he does take Percy's face in his hands and kiss him, although somewhat less loving or tender. Fierce. Possessive.

[silenziosa_odio]

He grinned against Sam's lips, running his hands through Sam's hair. He pulled away after a moment, his lips numb from the kiss and he chuckled to himself.

"That seems more like the Sam I know..."

[oldestbeloved]

"One of them, anyway," he smirked.

And then he pulled Percy on top of him, clutching but not quite violent, kissing him again with the same roughness that he did before.

[silenziosa_odio]

The kiss was deep, rough and possessive. It was the sort of thing that Percy desired all the time; craved. He needed to be controlled, sometimes, to truly excel.

Slipping his arms around Sam's neck, down his back. Pulling back a little, he laughed softly, "Che cosa volete di me...?"

[oldestbeloved]

Sam snorted, looking up and down the length of his body. What did he want? That was the question and, half the time, Sam didn't even know the answer.

He pushed at the boy, first the top of his head, then his shoulders. Just pushed him down with no words, no indication of what he wanted. Not away, though.

[silenziosa_odio]

Percy's brow knotted in confusion, but he fell back, letting Sam direct his body where Sam wanted. What was the Sorcerer planning?

"What..." He asked softly, eying Sam curiously as his back pressed against the carpet.

[oldestbeloved]

"I'm not sure yet."

Sam moved over, straddling his waist, trailing his fingertips down the boy's (or seeming-boy anyway) cheek.

"Help me decide."

[silenziosa_odio]

Pushing himself up on his elbow. He turned his head a bit, catching a finger in his mouth. Help Sam decide? That was the one thing that Percy had never been his strong suit.

"Mm," Tricky, tricky Sam. Percy laughed, fangs glinting in the dark. "Play a game with me...."

[oldestbeloved]

"What sort of game?"

Sam watched that mouth, eyes flickering between Percy's mouth and Percy's eyes. Knowing well the damage that kind of mouth could do.

"If you hurt me, I will hurt you."

Although that really was more of a temptation for Percy.