"*Non, mon ami. You are the only one I have eyes for.*" The black and white movie that had played in the background of Violet's night terrors for a week now. He knew, ultimately, that it was his fault for not watching any interesting movies, aside from niche, film school projects. All the while, Adams bit at their neck, dragging his teeth against the smooth crook of skin. His hand slid up the inside of Vincent's thighs, palming overtop of their groin. "C'mon, at least pretend like you're enjoying yourself, Florence." They refused to look him in the eye. After dozens of nights they'd finally gotten good at realizing when the Tim they were seeing was Adams or a manifestation. Tonight, clearly, they were going to be subject to Rolfball as a costume. "You're so cold after days when I'm at work longer. You going behind my back while I'm out of the house?" His hand was on their throat, their body pushed back to the arm of the couch. Adams scowled, annoyed at the blank face he was getting back. "Oh. What, you're gonna fuck me again? *Nooo*, don't Adams." He pulled back for a second, annoyed and irate now. "Let's get to the part where you assault me like you do every night. Skip the part where you try and romance me." He could feel the characteristic lump forming in his throat from trying to maintain the mask he was adopting. Violet knew that if he pushed him hard enough the masquerade dropped. "You're doing a shit job if the goal is to scare me." "You act like I haven't clearly gotten on your nerves somehow." He smirked, that same smile of gloating that Vincent's ex had done day after day, and in a moment of weakness, Vincent pushed him back, standing.Adams slouched back, arms extended over the rear of the couch. The sight was not uncommon for Violet; the same slightly crumpled suit, the same characteristic aura, the same *fucking* thing over and over; it finally occurred to Violet what was wrong. "For all your attempts to be Tim you don't actually have any sort of possessiveness like he did." Adams rolled his eyes, not excited for a lecture from a prey animal. "You haven't begged me for anything, you haven't pleaded for me to forgive you, you haven't offered to make things up to me with sex or money. You're all about you still despite it all." There was silence between the two aside from the crooning of a man on the television behind them. "*I've always longed for a woman like you, what can I say to keep you?*" Violet turned to it, arms crossed and trying to decipher where he'd seen this movie at all. They didn't hear as Adams stood, approaching them from behind slowly. His arms came up their sides, gliding to a resting point around their core. Vincent ignored him as long as he could, but he couldn't deny the shiver that went up his spine when Tim's lips touched the back of their neck. "I'm sorry, angel." Violet's head felt as if it was surrounded in ice for a moment, and his thoughts churned in his stomach as he disassociated for a moment. "Let me make it up to you." They were placid as he turned them to face him, tears forming in the corner of their eyes as the pitifully asked for him to stop. "I've been a real piece, I know. There's nothing I can say to make it right, but let me at least try." His hands brushed over their lower back and his thumbs brushed reassuringly. "Tim, please just knock it off. We don't have to talk about it. Just let me-" "You're always running from me. You just can't accept that you're mine can you? You're so stuck on this idea of not needing me." "No-" "You're so wasted as a man. Just keep your tits and grow your hair out for me so we can be happy. Wouldn't you be happier as a housewife for me?" "You can't keep me like a caged bird forever Tim. I'm never going to be a woman." "You don't have to try. Just stop changing. Stay the same for me, you're so gorgeous in your own body. Why do you have to go and ruin it? Just keep your chest for me so I have something soft to grab on your body other than your ass." For a moment Violet stared at him, eyes glassy and at risk of spilling over. "I'm sorry you're upset, angel. You know I care about you, don't you? Let me-" Adams stopped in his tracks, cold when Violet leaned up, kissing him. His hands drifted off of the shorter man's body, stuck in tense claws and paralyzed. His eyes remained open as Vincent's shut, his lips soft and supple against his own. The taste of Violet was something he'd had before, but never like this: Adams had tasted him as he held him down, weak and squirming, long tongue penetrating him and forcing him to beg for mercy. Adams had even kissed his neck multiple times and left bright hickies up and down his body. The bright little carnations often reflected Vincent's most sensitive flesh and muscles. Vincent's arms wrapped around the back of Adam's neck and the two stumbled backwards. His legs buckled when he hit the couch and the two collapsed back. Trying to retain even just a semblance of control he lifted Violet up and pulled him into a straddle over his lap. The smaller man complied and allowed for him to grope his rear as they continued to connect.. Emboldened, Violet nipped his bottom lip. There was a tiny gasp as Adams returned in like, more hungry as they continued. His long, unwieldy tongue pushed into Vincent's mouth, but seemed to lose some confidence until guided to purpose by his partner's. Adams felt ill. Not out of a lack of want for what Vincent had done, but in the same way one's stomach feels ill after eating something not meant for them. Not designed for such lowly creatures as a dead man with nothing to show for his life but the pathetic man that treated him with unending pity and dismissal. While he felt a heat in the pit of his stomach he also felt a bile that could never come. There wasn't anything to throw up; the same bitter almond taste that often haunted him and his senses began to arise as he felt a tiny moan escape from his companion... no, no! Adams pushed them off and onto the floor. He couldn't fight the reflex to touch his lip with a forefinger. It felt like he still had the pressure of Vincent's lips against his own as he stood and glared down at them. "While I can't say that was unpleasant, Vincent, you seem to have forgotten your place is wherever I put you. I won't let you pity me or whatever this pathetic show is supposed to be." "Have you ever given a single shit about anybody but yourself, Adams?" Violet slunk back slightly, his tailbone surely bruised. Not physically, but it hurt for now. "Have you ever met someone that you didn't assume was out to get you?" "Don't speak to me like you know a single thing about me." "I would argue I know more about you than you're comfortable with. It's good to know that you're just as good a kisser as you are a liar." Adams felt his blood pressure spike in anger. He wanted to kill him, or even to just hit him. For once, Violet had a smirk, and seemed to recognize just how furious he was able to make him. "You should try tapping into one of my memories that has some sort of personality outside of being dominant. Maybe if you take over Percy again at least you'll talk about movies and theater again. You love those things, don't you?" Vincent stood. Adams' chest was still puffed out; the guise had slipped and he was himself again for better or worse. "I wonder, by the way-" Vincent looked around and saw the dreamscape beginning to melt away. He'd pushed him past his usual threshold of annoyance and rage. "Do you even know *who* you are? Or are you just a vehicle of entertainment for me at this point? Do you *have* a personality at all? What even makes you interesting- or wait, *do* you have anything interesting about you? You're so boring that you can't even just scare me or fuck me as yourself, you have to hide behind the face of people I know that have anything at all to say or do outside of sex." He wanted to hit him. It was easier to just deck him in the face and get him back in line. His fist tightened and flexed; every muscle in his body was screaming for him to do it. He heard a small voice in the deepest part of his brain stem calling him a pussy for even hesitating to just sock him in the jaw; Szaburov would hit him. It was a long second. He took a breath and turned away, instead. He didn't deserve the reward. "You can't goad me into hitting you this time. You win if I just keep beating you when you want me to. Whatever happened to you in the waking world to have you being such a brat isn't my issue, and I'm not going to allow you to keep using me like a sex toy designed to let out frustrations." Violet, previously tensed and ready to fight back, relaxed. They were somewhat disappointed it seemed. "You're a whore and I won't lower myself to your level just to reclaim my dignity. Obviously you think you're above me despite the fact I have you begging me to fuck you harder and harder every single night." "Just gonna let me get away with it then? You think this is getting back at me somehow? News flash, you're still nothing more than a mirror of me at this point. You only exist because I feel bad that you're alone." Vincent's tone was sharper than usual; something was bothering him that Adams couldn't put his finger on easily. "And you aren't? Surely if you had all this company you wouldn't need me. You'd simply snap your fingers and have half a dozen men here to wait on you hand and foot." He turned back to Vincent, and stepped forward till he was directly in front of him. "Face it, Violet. You and I need each other. *Both* of us will just be lonely without the other. Go ahead and get on your knees for me why don't you? I'd hate to have to prove that this whole little brave act is nothing but an act." The two stood silently for a second. Wordlessly, Violet smirked, and then shrugged before falling to his knees and spreading his legs to get comfortable. His gaze up at Adams made a slight shiver go up his spine again; that was new. He rested a hand on their cheek, stroking gentler than before as he smirked as well. Tags: #Fic #Canon #NSFW #TheFloralBouquetGroup