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[duke_of_illusions]

It's an early evening, back in the club. Barma has sent Al on his own, to make friends, to try something new.

Dodo is a breath away.

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[al_truism]

Al stumbles, attempting to keep up, but it's impossible to be graceful.

[duke_of_illusions]

Gerard tosses him on through to one of the back rooms, this one tiled, with a drain in the floor, a point on the ceiling.

He hooks him up to it on his toes.

[al_truism]

Al experimentally moves, trying see just how much give he has, how much the binds with hurt if he struggles.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Too bad? You can still breathe?"

[al_truism]

"Okay," he ventures, with a nod and a slow smile. Oh, he's had much worse.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Good."

Giving his cheek an affectionate pat.

"Face slapping in or out?"

[al_truism]

"... in," he decides, carefully. The thought has him breathing deeply.

[duke_of_illusions]

"You have no idea how thrilled I am to hear that."

He whispers, fingertips skating Al's jaw.

[al_truism]

He leans into it, seeking attention. Anything.

[duke_of_illusions]

He gives his face a mild little smack.

[al_truism]

It's still surprising him enough to make him jump and cringe.

[duke_of_illusions]

"You're hot when you're afraid."

He growls to him, stepping closer, grabbing Al's knees and pulling his legs up to circle his waist.

[al_truism]

"I like it," he admits. His legs are trembling, enough to let Gerard feel.

[duke_of_illusions]

He rocks him a little, using the rope as a pivot, spinning them a touch, letting him feel small and like a child's top, whirling in dizzy circles.

"Do you really?"

[al_truism]

It makes him more nervous, heart beating fast. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to balance himself.

"... yes. I like not knowing what will happen."

[duke_of_illusions]

"What's the worst thing you're imagining I'll do to you?"

He asks, sweetly.

[al_truism]

"Drown me," he murmurs. "Some way."

It's a terrible feeling, but part of it is giving up complete control.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Permanently?"

Checking, curiously.

[al_truism]

"No, no-"

He smiles, and shakes his head.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Would you be good scared or bad scared if I made you feel a little bit drowned? Just a little baby bit?"

Coaxing, rocking him still.

[al_truism]

"Good scared," he whispers back, eager.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Then can I waterboard you?"

He whispers to him, egging him on.

[al_truism]

Al knocks a heel against his legs, nods, and gives him such a grin.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Good."

In that case, he's going to whip Al's hair into a hasty tie.

[al_truism]

Having his hair pulled at is always a good thing. Al makes a small sound and twists, arching to make things easier.