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]

"Mm, but I like pain Sam...." He laughed, purring with anticipation. Tracing down Sam's neck with a finger, the vampire beamed darkly.

"First we should find a prize, no? What sort of game has no prize."

[oldestbeloved]

"I'm not giving up Anson," Sam smiles toothily. "So you can forget about that particular prize right there."

At least partly, really, because Sam's persnickity that way.

"What sort of other prize would you like?"