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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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[duke_of_illusions]

"Would that be all right with you?"

Cocking his head.

[al_truism]

"Yes."

He's insatiably curious, bright about it.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Come on."

Nodding at the door.

"Off we trot."

[al_truism]

Al ducks his head and stays close, letting Gerard guide him. He's flushing -- people are going to think he's in trouble.

[duke_of_illusions]

Especially with how he lifts him up onto his toes occasionally by the harness, forcing him to scramble.

"Public or private?"

He murmurs, for Al's ears alone.

[al_truism]

"Private-" he whispers. Gasping. It's their first true scene. If something goes wrong, he doesn't want it to be onstage.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Through here."

An encouraging nudge.

"This way, babe."

[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.