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[Price flinches in discomfort, glancing down.]

I wouldn't say I was jealous, I was simply surprised to see him be so different from my expectations...

[Takes a sip from his wine, then sighs and places it on the table as assertively as he can.]

You see, I just don't understand the point of wasting brilliance, or even...A good cooperation, for that matter.

[He continues, his voice matter of fact, as he squints at AM.]

Emotions should be channelled in a way that serves one's best interest. If you are asking me how I would feel about partaking in torture...I already have, therefore it's routine to me.

Human beings are weak creatures.

[He states it plainly, well aware that he himself is also a human.]

They have the potential to be powerful, and certainly are, if their emotions are used productively.

[But they're still weak. That's why he was able to torture so many. None of them could overpower him. None could escape.]

It sounds as if your friend used his emotions for his wife to fuel his productivity in researching something quite advanced.

[Even if he finds it rather silly that a man could grieve so horribly over a dead spouse.]

Oh? And what led you to torture? Was it part of your director's little experiment?

[A half lidded smile appears on his face, he remembers fondly wrapping bandages around the Director's bleeding wrists, monitoring the situation and assisting him, helping him self harm in 'safe' and non lethal ways, making sure he'd cut and burn the right spots, encouraging him to stay just a little bit longer. He'd tell him he was close to finding the solution everyday, and like this he encouraged his most insane ideas for tests.]

I suppose we can say so, yes.

[He grabs and eats a small chocolate truffle.]

On a strictly official level, I am completely innocent outside of that unfortunate event; any accusation about other... [He grimaces as he says the next word] Crimes has met no resolution due to lack of evidence, and I like it that way.

["Strictly official level." AM gives a terse sort of smile at that, because really - who even knows who is watching them at this point? AM has nothing to lose himself, except perhaps to get the Death Penalty if more of his crimes are uncovered (after all, he was only convicted for a small handful of them).]

Well... How long are you in prison for what you did do?

[He crosses his legs as he adjusts his seating. One of the servants brings him a highball of scotch, to which he eagerly takes, letting the ice jingle around.]

I have been sentenced to ten years. One has passed already.

[He nods without being very convinced. Nine years are a lot and he's not happy about it at all.]

Perhaps I should make plans for when I get out. I'd like to start over, and take some time to relax away from medical endeavours, or at least limit to online counseling for some time while I figure out if there's something new I would like to try out.

[In a way, AM almost pities him, and yet feels envy all the same. Being convicted of a felony, even if locked away for a mere ten years, is still enough to ruin one's life.

Still, his flat expression probably conveys neither.]

I'm sure you already know that your life is ruined regardless. [He takes on a more serious tone, sitting up straighter.]

No one will hire a convicted felon, except perhaps for flipping burgers.

True. Aging won't help either.

[He barely resists the temptation to check out his reflection on a spoon. He's always valued his appearance, he would always be the 'pretty boy' that turned everyone's heads when he was younger and he has been committed to taking care of his body, so time barely changed him. Not that it's a safe course of action in prison full of murderers, but at least it makes him appear less threatening than he actually is, and that's always useful.]

Neither for jobs nor encounters, I like to date people older than me.

[He chuckles, then contemplates.]

I suppose the young ones are an acquired taste...So much that they don't know yet, so much guidance that they need...That innocent and ambitious glint in their eyes, still. Hm...Yes, I think I could work with that. I'm sure they would appreciate my insight and solutions to their problems.

[By insight and solutions, he means torture and murder respectively.]

[Aiden's looks and youth certainly are not lost on AM; he himself certainly has a type when picking out victims. Youth and relative innocence are attractive, as they are fun to corrupt.]

Funny. I much prefer the young ones myself...

[His lips twist into a smile as his eyes narrow slightly, peering right at the younger man. He doesn't know Aiden well, so he doesn't hear the double meaning behind his words, but AM certainly interprets it as such for his own purposes.]

For exactly the reasons you mention.

[He feels AM's eyes pierce through him. It's both pleasant and scary at the same time. He's familiar with that predatory look, he has given and received it a lot, but now he suddenly feels dubious: his way of acting was what compensated, what gave him the upper hand on people much bigger and stronger than him that however did not have his psychological patterns. He'd take advantage of neurotypicals and people with any disorder other than his own, but now as he is confronted with someone so similar to him yet visibly one foot taller and definitely stronger he feels exposed, which is unfair and enraging and scary...Yet he's also attracted by this danger. Tries to hold it back, but can't help but flinch.]

So...What do you suggest in these situations?

[AM is blessed with being at the far right end of the bell curve in terms of height, and has always worked to accentuate it with physique. Perhaps it helped him in his later business ventures, though early on it somewhat hurt him, acting to intimidate potential investors on an unconscious level.

But now that his business is gone and he has to survive in prison, these traits only serve to help him, especially now as he stares down another man, as if he can see right into his mind.

He puts down his glass on a coaster, not taking his eyes away as he stands up, gingerly taking a seat right next to Aiden and leaning in. (If there isn't enough room, he sits on the armrest.)

In his own domain, he has control. He gets what he wants.]

Well, it's quite clear, isn't it? I practically spelled it out.

[Aiden's expression doesn't change, as usual, but he looks down, grasping the fabric of the armchair on the opposite of the armrest where AM is now sitting as a self soothing gesture. He wanted to use the Director as an excuse to bond with this man to have him feel in debt: it's the bare minimum for leaving him alone to face the consequences of his crimes, no matter how glad Aiden was to help. Yet he is aware that AM can potentially harm him and that he can only pull away so much from this interaction. He's glad to offer favours, but not to get harmed in any way, and he's not sure there is a difference in this case. He diverts the conversation to the previous point.]

I will apply for flipping burgers, then. Without focusing much on people, I earned it after all these years of having to listen to them.

[Well what a shame. This could have been a grand opportunity for AM. He had assumed that Aiden was propositioning him, or at least hinting at it, so AM picked up the pieces. His libido is quite high, so he won't say no to an encounter, nor will he say no to a potential minion to help him out... Or a victim.

But Aiden's words are more or less a flat-out rejection. AM just smiles and hums in laughter to himself before moving back to his original position on the other chair.]

Those who flip burgers have to interact quite a bit with customers. Often, they are the worst ones.

[After all, he's a businessman. He knows how annoying people are. Why do you think he loves torturing them so much?]

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...

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