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I am used to being yelled at, the Director can be very temperamental. At this point I would only like to be my later years to be different. Listening to people whine about their shortcomings becomes tedious after all those years. They think their complaints are not as mundane as a fast food customer's, but they often are. To a sometimes disenheartening extent, honestly.

[He pauses. He knows that if he escapes the conversation too much he could become a target, but if he wants to collaborate - and to get railed, because certainly he has NEEDS that too many people think he's 'not human enough' to have - he must offer something that is worth keeping him alive.]

On the other hand , habits take a long time to die, and I might as well use my talents in the way I am required to. Who do you believe should be studied further, in our block?

[AM has to chuckle at Aiden's description of the director and others.]

I don't know a single human who thinks that any of their problems are mundane. If you forget to put ketchup on someone's burger, that human could throw a fit and complain to you.

[But does he want to give information out to Aiden regarding his fellow B-block prisoners? AM has pegged a few of them for study. Aiden could lead them against AM, after all, but that can happen anywhere.]

Hm... I suppose I've been here a while. [He names a couple of NPCs that interest him at first.]

Then there's... Ah, Sebastian Moran. He's a bit touched in the head, I think. But amusing nonetheless.

Oh, then there's Kain Highwind... A sad young man who bombed a village. I like him.

[He listens carefully to take in that information: he's been keeping a low profile and a neutral relationship with everyone on Block B all year...Until now.]

Mhm. Interesting. Well, [he gets up] I shall start working on it as soon as possible [moves a few steps in the direction of AM's chair, slightly leaning in]... Unless there is something else you would like me to do for you.

[Is this another blatant proposition that Aiden gives? AM is sorely tempted to take advantage of it, to perhaps get up and grab him.

Perhaps he should be more direct.]

Well, Aiden... [He leans forward in his seat, sly grin on his face.] ...I almost think you're propositioning me.

[His legs shake a little bit. He's physically weak and defenseless against a mind like his own, but he thinks he proposed a good enough deal to survive.]

Well...[He eases on AM's knees, getting his soft hands around his neck and whispering in his ear] I was hoping you'd be a good host and show me your room.

[AM is of course partially wary of this proposition. He has certainly had his fair share of women throw themselves at him for his money and fame, and now he has someone who knows what he is capable of and still does this. It could be a ploy to weaken him and steal his secrets or even hurt him.

But then again, he feels strangely confident. This is his domain, after all. He feels as if he is one with it in a way. Everything seems to happen exactly as he wants it, from the waitstaff delivering food and drinks, to the dungeons being perfectly stocked with tools.

All right, he'll take it. His bed is far more comfortable than the prison cots, after all.

His arms are steady as they lift, hands planting on Aiden's waist. His eyes - which are far more red in this Dominion than the otherwise dark brown in prison - lift their gaze towards Aiden's as he contemplates all of this for a brief moment.]

Well, why didn't you say so in the first place?

[He does try to gingerly lift Aiden off his knees then so he can stand up and indeed show him the master bedroom.]

[He hums as he enjoys AM's hands on his waist as he is lifted, without opposing any resistance. He gets startled when he notices just how red those eyes are, then proceeds to fake a blush to mask it.]

I figured I was not your type...

[He bites his lip and makes himself smaller again.]

...But I'm sure you can work with it.

[What is his type anyway? Physically, Aiden is attractive, but other than that, he could be helpful. Or... he could stab AM in the back.]

Type is far more than looks, my friend.

[Is that an insult? Perhaps. But it's true that he is attracted to his sadistic side.

He does lead Aiden by the waist down the hallway, into the lavish master bedroom. The bed has a plethora of decorative pillows on its spread, but beneath is a very comfortable, expensive mattress.

Still, after the door is closed, he wastes no time in resuming what they were doing, sitting atop the bed and pulling Aiden back into his lap.]

[He gasps as he's pulled roughly. Looks like this is it, he's growing nervous. Is this enough? Or is AM going to kill him during the act? Maybe pressing a bit too hard on his neck, if the heat of the moment leads to that, it'd be easy...Price is perfectly aware of how physically weak he is, but if anything this shall be a sign of loyalty - to be this vulnerable with such a huge man who could crush him with his bare hands, it's something that only someone who means every word of that offer would do. It's not like he doesn't have to study Moran and everyone else, anyway, so this WILL be enough...Right?]

Mhmmhm...

[He places a hand on AM's chest as he leans in to whisper in his ear, asking from a place of both primal fear and arousal, somehow not letting it show in his voice, keeping the odd and creepy monotone he always has. Luckily the low volume seems to help as a purr comes out.]

Tell me what you'll do to me.

[This won't be the first prison affair, and it certainly won't be the last. But at least he has a soft bed to do this on, something resembling normalcy.

It is alluring how physically vulnerable Aiden is, as if AM could snap him in half with his grip alone. Holding the reins of pain and pleasure, life and death - it's a unique thrill, obviously taken to the extreme in his torture chambers.

AM presses his lips to the side of Aiden's neck, softly at first as he hears those monotone whispers. His lips trail up then toward Aiden's ear, upon which he responds in almost a growl.]

I'm going to pin you to the bed and fuck you 'til you bleed.

[So he does try to do that, swinging around and trying to get Aiden onto the bed, pushing him down.]

[He doesn't oppose any resistance and lets AM pin him down. He enjoys how tight the grip is, after all those years spent controlling people - including the Director, especially him with his irrational tantrums - and situations without ever taking a day off, he just wants to give it up for a bit and let someone else focus on pleasuring him for a change.

He doesn't even remember the last time it happened, his most recent 'relationships' were before prison, specifically the times where he'd had to blow diplomats in the restroom near conference rooms, because the Director was an idiot who would mess everything up and he himself had to complement his mediating abilities with something else, walking the extra mile. He just needs this.]

Please do.

[AM is one who has to have control at all times. Prison robs him of so much of that, though in a way his business did too. Of course they aren't even close to the same levels of stifling... But here in the bedroom with whatever partner he fancies, he can take hold of that illusion once more.

Prison disappears from his mind, and for now he is back in his home with a man he has seduced, a man who has essentially given him permission to do whatever he wants to him. (Even if that's not the case, that's how AM interprets it.)

So he does certainly slam Aiden to the bed as the mattress creaks beneath them, his large hands moving from the shoulders to the arms to keep them immobile. Leaning in, he presses his lips against the side of Aiden's neck, opening them to bite down on the skin. His knee goes between Aiden's legs to start to pry them apart as well.]

[His breath hitches as receives the bite on his neck, flinches a bit but is held down tightly and his legs are kept apart by the knee. He feels nervous all of a sudden and swallows loudly, which seems to provoke AM even more. The kisses and the biting get rougher, making soft breathy moans come out of him.]

It's...It's been a while since the last time...

[In a way, it almost feels like Aiden succumbs too easily, but there are plenty of men who do - before and during prison. Everyone has their preferences, and it's always nice when they fit together so well.

The breathy moans that result from the biting certainly spur AM on, certainly arouse him. He bites harder, trailing over the neck, down to the collar as he moves one of his hands from Aiden's arm to slip under his shirt.]

Ah-- has it?

[He answers in between bites, his breath picking up in speed.]

What about... the director?

[He gasps, because of the bites but mostly because of that question. He feels some weird mixture of sadness and the humiliation, because the Director has never had the decency to even remember his name, much less the decency to fuck him. The stupid, stupid trainwreck of a man would get angry if Price saw him asleep while overworking himself and laid a blanket on him, would slap his hand away whenever he tried to initiate the mildest physical contact. All the attempts at comforting him? Rejected, so many games Price had in mind for him completely destined to be just a fantasy. What an ungrateful piece of shit, to think that this collaboration was supposed to be the best part of life and then got him in prison...He can't tell if he's horny or just hot from wanting to kill that bastard.]

Oh...

[That kind of ruined the mood. He angrily grabs AM's head with his free hand and pulls him by his hair. He wants to lie, spew a lie that sounds way truer than the truth. He earned it.]

Mmm...Who? [He flashes a fake smirk] That pathetic old man? [His voice gets silkier as he mocks him] We made out once. I was straddling him, and he held my hips tight. I would moan 'yes sir, yes sir', hoped he was going to wreck me, but do you want the truth? I couldn't feel his tiny cock under me at all, and I only realized we were done when he came in his pants and moaned his dead wife's name. [He holds back a laugh] It was so ugly.

[If anything it's a perfectly accurate metaphor, that's for sure. He gets his face closer to AM's, purring in his ear.]

I need a real man that doesn't make me have to do everything myself for once, one who will actually show me who's boss. Can you do that?

[Even if it's a lie, it certainly works. He is mildly surprised to have Aiden grab his hair, and immediately jerks his head in an instinctive response. (Then again, there is a lot of hair to grab. It's not hard.) But it actually does heighten his own mood, having a bit of aggression to fight him back.

He chokes out a laugh at the description of the director, lifting his head up a bit.]

Oh... well. [The director sounds pathetic. AM would love to ruin him too.] What a miserable wreck.

Calling himself a director of all things...

[But Aiden doesn't have to ask twice. Whether he wants it or not, AM will take charge. He's quick to go to Aiden's shirt, attempting to just rip it off - literally or figuratively, whichever happens first. It's difficult, after all, to have his way with someone while they're still clothed.]

He was probably too drunk to even rememeber that whole exchange...Not like he would admit it, anyway.

[Yeah, this barely feels like a lie because it's so him, but thankfully AM wants to move on from this enraging subject to something worth discussing. He enjoys the contact of AM's hands on his skin as his shirt is removed. He kisses his lips in response, getting his own hand under AM's shirt and caressing his strong chest.]

But we have more interesting things to talk about...

[AM is somewhat curious about this director, but obviously he's more preoccupied at the moment. After all, he hasn't been able to fuck in his bed for a few years now, and he's not going to pass up that opportunity.

The kiss he receives is almost tender, something more akin to what he would do in his bed as opposed to in the torture chambers. He returns it with a bit more passion, mashing his lips against Aiden's and nipping at them.

As he finds hands beneath his own shirt, he breaks away slightly to hastily unbutton his own shirt before shrugging it off, leaving him exposed. But he returns quickly enough, teeth nipping at the side of Aiden's neck.]

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[So much insistence for one who's making the same move over and over, is AM buying time? It does feel good, though. Price can trust him with giving him pleasure. Hopefully that is all that will happen with no twist to take care of. He wraps his arms around him, emitting a quiet hum.]

[Enough insistence, as ~~I keep forgetting what I have written~~ AM simply wants to relish this act in his own bed, pretend that he was never caught, never sent to prison.

But of course he knows what he wants as his hands move down Aiden's body down to his pants, grasping at their sides as AM lies atop him. He shifts somewhat, rounding his back and pressing his knees closer to provide more room so that he can grasp at the middle, unbuttoning the pants in haste as his mouth remains biting at the side of the neck.

If he gets the pants down, he doesn't waste his time in taking hold of Aiden's cock, essentially claiming it for himself.]

[He gasps out loud, instinctively bringing a hand back to AM's hair as he feels his rugged hands on his own softer skin. The mix of excitement and slight fear of how this will play out does help him get aroused. Tries to peek at AM's face with the corner of his eyes, like he's not sure he should let those red irises wander about his body without keeping track of them.]

[At some point, Aiden becomes less of a "person" or a "partner" and more of an object or plaything. A new toy to be unwrapped, essentially, as those pants are yanked down and the cock grabbed.

While he keeps his hand firmly on Aiden's cock, his red eyes do scan the body, the lithe frame exposed from the shedding of the clothes. His eyes are intense and unnatural, but something he actually found appealing when he finally looked in the mirror within his Dominion.

If Aiden's shirt hasn't been removed by now, he temporarily releases his hold on his cock to simply pull it off, taking little care to be gentle or not disturb the fabric. But he's back on Aiden's cock soon enough, taking it in hand as he grinds his own pelvis in, still clothed but certainly aroused as he hunches over, letting the bed creak beneath them. His free hand is back to finding one of Aiden's wrists, feeling around until he is able to grab it and pin it.]

[Aiden shivers as he is now fully exposed. His usually dead eyes start to sparkle. When he tries to tighten his grip and wrap his arms around AM harder, he gets pinned by one wrist. He enjoys the noise of the bed creaking under him, and with his free hand he gently caresses AM's chest, down the belly button, down to the bunny trail, making an effort and slightly sitting up to reach down to his pants to carefully unbutton them. He wants to tug them down, but for now he just squeezes the man's crotch through the fabric - not hard as he doesn't have strength, but noticeably not gentle at that, much to his own delight.]

What if Moran fucks me better than you do?

[When that hand finds his crotch, AM instinctively presses into it, grinding and letting his own erection harden beneath his pants. He exhales in arousal as he temporarily moves his hand from Aiden's crotch to grab his other wrist. In a slight maneuver, he attempts to get both wrists in one hand and pin them above Aiden's head, but he likely could squirm out of that grip if he wanted. Still, at least it leaves one hand free.

He snorts in amusement when Aiden brings up the possibility of Moran, temporarily ceasing his grinding.]

The man is far too in love with himself to fuck anyone!

[Just the thought of Moran fucking Aiden is enough to make him laugh. Sure, it could happen, but AM wouldn't particularly care. It would just amuse him.

But soon enough he's back to what he's doing, his free hand back to his pants to finally unbutton them and pull them down to his thighs, revealing his large erection.]

Not that fucking requires love...

[He shifts his body then, letting an arm slink beneath one of Aiden's thighs to lift it up and expose him.

Ah, but he's forgetting something, isn't he?]

Ah-- hang on, I almost forgot. [Temporarily he lets go of Aiden and crawls to the side on his large bed, fishing around for the drawer in his end table. Thankfully, once he opens it, everything in there is neatly organized, so he pulls out the bottle of lube and makes to crawl back toward Aiden.]

[He tilts his head hearing AM's response, surprised that he even felt the need to bring that up.]

Well, of cour--

[He interrupts himself as he's distracted when he notices AM's large cock now unleashed.]

Oh...

[He has no resistance when AM lifts his thigh and gives him a timid smile, promptly interrupted again as AM crawls to the side to fetch the lube. Waits for him, spreads his legs and bites his lip in anticipation, giving him an half lidded look.]

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