"You can say no." Black Hat said. "You know that, don't you?"
Black Hat had stayed in the middle of the bed, closer to the foot. Flug looked up at him through cautious eyes. Since he'd calmed down, he'd crawled away at the head of the bed and had been silently holding himself in his arms. He didn't know what to think about anything. He had no idea what he could say to explain how he'd reacted, why things had suddenly broke down when they should've just gotten better and better. Neither of them had spoken until this.
Black Hat fixed him with a serious stare. "I had no intentions of forcing you into my employ, and I have none about forcing you into bed either. I may be a villain, and I say that with pride, but I have standards."
It comforted Flug to hear that.
"I told you before, it didn't have to go further than your neck if you didn't want it to. You could've just said you wanted to stop. I can handle being told 'no'."
"I..." Flug tried to speak up. "I thought...I did...want to. Want you. I thought, but then..." He tried putting what he felt into words but he just didn't know how on earth he could explain something he himself didn't fully understand. "I don't know. I...it, it was good, and I liked it, I-I did li-like it. And t-then-"
"Did I talk to much?"
"Huh?"
"Did I...was it something I said?" Black Hat asked, looking uncharacteristically...sheepish? Was that the right word to describe that expression on his face? "Did all that 'let me take care of you' stuff make you uncomfortable?"
Flug felt his face flush. Oh yeah, he remembered hearing all that. "Uh, n-n-no, no tha-that wasn't it. I-I thought that was, uh, fine."
"Just fine?"
Uh oh. Was that not what he wanted to hear? What was Flug supposed to say? Well, it wouldn't make sense to say he found it reassuring when immediately after he starting screaming and pushing him away. But in reality, that was kind of what had happened. All that stuff Black Hat had been saying to him; Let me take care of you, Let me be everything you need, calling him his precious pet, that had made him feel safe. Like he could potentially be safe. Safe with his Master. Oh God he swore he could feel his face heating up even more just from thinking that! All this blood rushing from his groin to his cheeks couldn't be good for his health. Why was he thinking these things?
And that's really what it boiled down to. He had felt some degree of safety, some semblance of security in this man's arms, and he'd gotten scared. He'd gotten scared and started messing with his own mind until he burst and pushed Black Hat away before he could get any closer to him.
Because as much as he wanted to give in, he had no idea how he could.
How could he feel safe with someone he knew so little about?
"Y-Yes, um, I was f-f-f-fine with you saying th-things like that." He said.
"Then what was it?" Black Hat asked hotly. "What changed?"
Flug flinched at his tone. He sounded mad. Hell, he probably was. It was pretty damn obvious in hindsight where all that was heading, why was Flug so shocked by it? He was probably pissed about Flug changing his mind right at the last minute. Right when things were going to get good.
Black Hat muttered something Flug couldn't make out, then said, "Flug. Flug, look at me."
Flug lifted his gaze up to Black Hat's eyes. It was odd, seeing him without his monocle and hat. His head seemed strangely bare without them. And his left eye was a little bit distracting. Flug tried not to stare at it too much.
"Flug, I'm not mad." He said, sounding like he was trying very much not to be mad. "I'm just trying to understand where exactly it was that things changed."
Flug didn't know what to say so he remained silent. Black Hat's face scrunched up exasperation.
"It wasn't just me that was enjoying that, right?" He asked. Like he needed to make sure he hadn't accidentally misread the entire situation. "I did ask if you wanted things to go further, didn't I? You did say yes, did you not?"
"Yes," Flug admitted. "You did. I did."
"So...can you just..." Black Hat struggled to put what he wanted to say into words. "Just tell me what it was that was...too much? Can you do that? Because I really have no idea what it was I did wrong."
"N-nothing!" Flug said loudly. Louder than he had meant to. He self-consciously covered his mouth. "You, you were great. R-Really. It's-"
"Flug, you don't need to spare my feelings or some crap like that. Just tell me-"
"I've never had sex before." He blurted out. And immediately felt his face bloom like a ripe tomato. His ears were burning like they had just been set on fire. Oh God just let him crawl under a rock and die.
"Oh." Black Hat said, averting his gaze. His right eye was blown wide open. "So I suppose this was all a bit...much, then."
"Y-yes," Flug said, relieved that Black Hat acknowledged it too. "I think it w-was a little t-t-t-too fast for m-me, heh." He chuckled nervously. And immediately stopped laughing when he remembered that he'd helped Black Hat to undress, a little. And had kissed him back. And had held onto him. He'd participated as well. It wasn't as if he'd just laid back and let things happen. He'd had a part in it too.
It was his own fault.
"As I said before," Black Hat said, without his usual bravado. "We don't need to be physical with each other. It was just to make us look like we're romantically involved. It's not necessary for us to actually kiss or do anything further."
"Thank you," Flug said. He was feeling much better now. Much more relaxed. It was ok. Things were going to be ok. He nearly forgot that they were both in their underwear.
Until his eyes flitted down and saw that there was a nearly naked Black Hat sitting across from a nearly naked him. In bed.
Oh God he was so flustered! He wanted to just curl up and die! What would his parents think of him having some stranger in bed with him! He just almost lost his virginity to a man he barely knew!
A man who was still sporting a fairly impressive bulge, Flug noticed.
OH shit Black Hat caught him staring! Shit, he was staring! He'd been staring at his...underwear. Flug made a very undignified squeaking noise and covered his face with a pillow. Dios, mátame ahora. Obviously he should just die now. Of pure unadulterated shame. God, just smite him down where he was; curled up in matching panties and kneesocks and borderline suffocating himself with a pillow because facing the nearly nude man before him was too to take in much right now.
Actually, just the man himself might've been too much to take in if you know what I- OH MY GOD STOP THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR CHEAP SEX JOKES!
"Flug?" Black Hat asked. "Flug, I'm coming over, ok?"
Flug didn't move. He felt the bed dip in places as Black Hat crawled towards him. He allowed Black Hat to pull the pillow away. His eyes were shut tight, he didn't want to look at him right now. He felt so utterly humiliated. He wasn't even sure if he was ok with Black Hat looking at him right now. Looking at his exposed body. Seeing how he looked in panties and kneesocks. And oh, they matched! Well, at least he'd lucked out and worn a matching set the one time a man came over and they ended up in bed!
His eyes gradually opened. As he was still curled up, all he could see were the tops of his knees, peeking out from the blue-striped hem.
"Flug?" Black Hat asked from above him. "Look at me."
Flug took a deep breath and raised his gaze up to look at Black Hat. At least from this angle there was no risk of seeing anything below his waist. But that still left him with a rather muscular chest to check out before he got up to his face. The man wasn't a bodybuilder or anything but he had a very nice physique. Scars and all. Flug noticed that they weren't contained to his torso, there were a fair amount of scars going down both of his arms. He wondered vaguely if there were any on his legs as well, he hadn't thought to check.
And his face...well, Flug had seen that. It was new, to see his other eye. Flug hadn't ever asked why he wore the monocle, it had never come up and it seemed rude to ask about out of the blue. He suspected that Black Hat might've been blind or missing the eye, given the opaqueness of the thing. It was definitely a contrast, with his functioning eye being such a deep, dark reddish color and the other being such a milky shade of what was probably a pale blue. The shape of them too, was also interesting. Black Hat had a bit of a pull to his eyes, making their shape rather angular and his gaze all the more piercing when they weren't blown wide. Even the blind one, under it's half-opened eyelid, gave off the impression that it was still looking right through him. Even if it couldn't properly focus on him.
Black Hat had apparently brushed his hair back. It was now all neatly out of his face. His face that was rather unreadable right now. What was going through this man's mind? Flug squirmed under his gaze, feeling all the more exposed. On display. So seen. God he was uncomfortable.
"Flug," He said. "May I kiss you again?"
Flug averted his eyes. "Y-You said w-w-we didn't ha-have to do th-things like that."
"We don't." He agreed as he lowered himself down to be at eye level with him. Oh God he was so close! "That's why I'm asking. I want to."
Of all the things he could've said! Flug looked back to him, very unsure and very confused. Did he really want this? Did Black Hat really want to kiss him again? Was that a genuine desire of his? He hadn't seemed to show any interest in him before this, not counting the night they both got drunk. Flug had chalked that up to just that; both of them being drunk. Black Hat hadn't been acting overly...amorous towards him since. Had he? Had Flug just not been picking up on the signs? Had there been signals the whole time that he had just brushed off, thinking himself so below anyone's interest?
He couldn't glean anything from Black Hat himself. Aside from the fact that he just said that he wanted to, and had been a very active participant in their little tryst just now. His face, as before, didn't reveal whatever it was that he was truly thinking. And Flug didn't have the nerve to try and see if there was still lust deep in that eye.
And...did Flug want to kiss Black Hat again? He was immensely grateful that Black Hat continually gave him a choice in the matter. That he wasn't just going to take what he wanted from him without so much as a warning. That he wasn't just going to shove him back down, force his tongue back into his mouth...oh, that tongue. That tongue that ran across his teeth and made him moan. Made his body feel hot. So hot he was burning up. He burned so hot and his touch only fanned the flames. He wasn't going to hold him down, move that tongue down his chest again, rip the panties right off of him, maybe with his teeth, and-
-Okay. Stopping that train of thought right there.
He should really give Black Hat an answer.
"...Okay." He said, unfolding his knees so they weren't blocking Black Hat anymore. "But, but just a ki-kiss. Alright?"
"Just a kiss." He repeated as he slowly bridged what little gap there was between them. "Alright."
It was different than before. It was, dare Flug say, soft. Simple. Slow. Very much just a kiss. Black Hat had very thin lips, not that Flug's were very plump or full or anything. He never thought of his own as any especially kissable. Thin though they were, Black Hat's lips weren't by any means unpleasant. It was a good kiss, as odd as it was to think that. Flug found his eyes slipped shut as he kissed him back. Well, it would just be even more uncomfortable if he just stayed still and didn't kiss back, wouldn't it? That would just make things even weirder between them. Black Hat had said that he wanted to kiss him, and maybe Flug wanted to kiss Black Hat as well. Feel him when he was fairly certain that his mind was somewhat clear.
A sigh escaped his lips, opening them a bit.
He gasped as he felt sharp teeth handle his lower lip delicately. It felt so nice, how they just barely punctured the skin. Not a bite, hardly even a nibble. It made Flug want to go limp and allow this man to hold him again. To take him in his arms, lay him down, and let his mouth go where it pleased. He felt that blessed tongue lap at his teeth, asking if it was still welcomed inside. Flug gingerly allowed his jaws to relax, to allow it entry and to intertwine with his own in a slow, almost calculated rhythm-
-It was strange, but not bad. It was his first time ever doing this, hell, he'd never even kissed anyone else before this at all. He didn't dare to try sneaking around like this at home. But now that he was away, and had hit the ultimate jackpot, he was eager to try out everything he'd fantasized about. Julio had a bit more experience with this kind of thing, he actually did have the nerve to sneak around and steal kisses behind his parent's backs, so it was like a fun learning experience! Rocinante was nothing if not a fast learner.
It really was fun too. Stealing away at every opportunity, doing little things like this that just felt so much more thrilling with the secrecy of their relationship. It was just simple kissing, even if it involved their tongues, but it felt amazing after he'd been waiting for the chance to have even just this for so long. Lips on his and hands curiously snaking around him, testing out what felt right-
-And then he really did feel hands on him, coaxing his body to relent and lean back as Black Hat moved over him.
As tempting as it felt, the urge there to simply lie back and allow things to go where they would, there was still a very pressing matter that needed to be addressed. And it wasn't the fact that he was thinking about someone else while kissing Black Hat. He doubted he'd ever address that with the man.
Flug pushed him away lightly before either of them could take it any further. "There's, there's something. Something else."
"What is it?"
"It's..." Oh wow, how to say this? I barely know anything about you besides that you're a self-proclaimed super villain and that makes kissing you kind of weird? Add to that the fact that you're my future boss-for-life and this is all kinds of awkward?
Fuck it. "W-well, it's just that I, uh, I barely know anyth-thing about you. All I really know is that you're a villain and...that you have a lot of money, I guess? It makes kissing you...a-and other things...very, strange, to me. A-And there's the fact that, well, you're my boss. And, I agreed to work f-for you for, uh, for the rest of m-my life. It p-puts me in a rather aw-awkward position."
Black Hat considered his words for a moment, nodding his head. He proclaimed, "I understand."
He then swiftly latched onto Flug by the shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes.
"Have dinner with me."
Flug blinked owlishly. "¿Que?" He asked in a small voice.
"You're right." Black Hat said. "I really haven't told you anything about myself. I am, em essência, a stranger. So, have dinner with me."
Flug was frozen. He understood the words, but they weren't quite getting through to his brain. Black Hat just asked him (well, technically told him) to have dinner with him. Dinner. As in...a date? Dinner was a very date-like meal, wasn't it? Had Black Hat just asked out him out? On a date? Did Rocinante Flugslys just get asked out on a date?!
"Um..." Black Hat said, maybe wondering about that oddly blank and confused look on Flug's face. Or why he was still silent. "Would you please have dinner with me?"
"I'm sorry, would you mind slapping me real quick?" Flug asked quietly. "I need to know this is really happening and that I haven't fallen into a coma from lack of sleep or something."
Black Hat gave him a kind of weird look. Something Flug couldn't dissect and name. But he drew his arm back and backhanded Flug across the face before he could think too much about what it might mean. The force caused his head to spin and for a second after the loud crack resonated he didn't even feel anything. Physically, at least. Emotionally, he felt a bit calmer, like that slap had actually gotten it through his head that yes, indeed, this was happening. He had really just been asked out to dinner by his villainous boss, who was currently in his bedroom, while they were both in their underwear, right after they had a seriously hardcore make out session that very nearly almost led to sex. The morning after he had gone to a party at Aurelio Cruz's house.
What a day. But at least he knew now that this was real life and not just some fantasy.
As a matter of fact, Flug was about to turn and thank Black Hat for doing that without any questions, until it hit him that Black Hat had in fact, just hit him. More specifically, he realized how he had hit him.
His eyes filled with tears as the sting set in. "You didn't have to pimp-slap me!" He sobbed out, holding his right cheek. His skin felt slippery. That slap might've opened a few scars up.
Black Hat recoiled in confusion. "You asked me to slap you!" He said incredulously.
"I didn't think you'd do it like that!"
"I didn't know you had a preference for how you'd like to be slapped across the face!"
"What is wrong with you!?"
"I've never had anyone ask me to slap them outside of sex!" He said. "No one else complained about how I did it!"
"We aren't having sex right now!"
"We're in bed! That's close enough!"
"Stop shouting!" Flug shouted.
Once they'd both quieted down, and Flug did his best to mentally lessen the stinging in his cheek, Black Hat spoke. Strangely nonchalantly. "So, about dinner,"
Flug laughed out loud and fell back on the bed. "You're really asking me out to dinner after you just slapped me?"
"Well, now I have to make it up to you." Flug could hear that mock-seductive smirk he had on. That maybe wasn't so mock.
Oh God it was like a bad romantic comedy. Which Flug found himself laughing at anyway. Even though he couldn't imagine going out in public with another man so coolly. On what was so obviously a date. Hell, even with Julio he never really did anything like that. If they ever went out, it was with a group and they just stayed by each other semi-casually and snuck off as the night went on.
"Would you like to go to my place?" Black Hat asked.
Wait, Flug was confused. What?
"What?"
"You aren't a very..." Black Hat searched for the right words. "Public person. Would it be better if we dined in the privacy of my home?"
Ok, Flug was a little mixed on that question. On the one hand, yes, a private dinner in his home was probably preferable than Black Hat trying to take him to some fancy restaurant or something. Which seemed like something Black Hat would do. Flug would never be able to relax with so many people around them. Not to mention the atmosphere of the place would put him on edge all night. He'd spend the entire evening worrying over whether or not he was doing something wrong, or if he was dressed properly, or if just the two of them dining together was eliciting stares from the other tables. Oh God it'd be a nightmare. On the other, he had no idea where Black Hat lived or what his (House? Apartment?) place was like. There was also the matter of being in his home, away from prying eyes. Simultaneously comforting and anxiety-inducing because he still had no idea what to really expect from this man. Where would things go after dinner? Was he going to try and get him drunk again? They'd already be in his home, near his bed.
Or a couch.
Or a table.
Also, if it was dinner at his place, did that mean Black Hat would be cooking for him? Ordering take-out wasn't really what came to mind when Flug pictured a romantic dinner date.
"Can you actually make anything normal? Aside from burgers?" He asked. "No offense, but I literally have no idea what you have for lunch most days."
"I can!" Black Hat declared, placing a hand on his chest proudly. "Why, my first year in Italy I got by working at a restaurant in Naples! Never mind that it was a front for the mob! I met some of the most amazing people and I learned to make a mean fettuccine alfredo. Among other things." He smiled deviously. "Perhaps I'll get the chance to tell you about them."
Flug wasn't fully sure what that was exactly but he assumed it to be some sort of pasta. It sounded pretty appetizing, to be honest. He had been in a kind of noodle-mood lately. Here's hoping the man could actually make something that was edible to someone other than himself.
"Yeah alright." He said, shrugging. "Dinner it is."
"Great!" Black Hat jumped off the bed and began dressing himself rapidly. "Tomorrow good for you? I can pick you up around seven and I promise you a fabulous dinner by eight!"
"Tomorrow's fine." Flug said. Thankfully he didn't work Sunday's, so he could use the time to go shopping at his leisure and maybe pick out some nicer clothes. It may just be dinner at Black Hat's, but he felt he should dress up a bit.
Wait, didn't he work today? Shit, what time was it?
Flug hunted around for his pants (after getting his glasses on finally), which Black Hat tossed him after he'd gotten his shirt buttoned back up. Crap, his phone was nearly dead. And apparently on silent since his manager had actually called a few times, seeing as he was late. Damn it.
By the time Flug slipped his pants back on, Black Hat had already managed to get everything but his monocle and hat back. Damn he dressed fast. How was it he practically threw his clothes back on and yet seemed to look as suave as ever? Were his clothes even wrinkled? Did he iron them real quick this morning? Wait, did Flug even own a clothes iron?
Flug helped him hunt around for his missing accessories, finding the monocle on the left side of the bed on the floor and the hat on the right. Gaining them, he looked exactly as he had every other time Flug had seen him. Did he own any other clothes? If Flug went through his closet was he going to just find multiple sets of this same outfit like a cartoon character?
Not that Flug had any reason to be going through his clothes! Or, or thinking about what he looked like out of them! Even if the image was a bit hard to get out of his head. That firm body with its many layers of scars. Perhaps Black Hat would tell him about a few of them over the dinner they'd be sharing. Together.
"Oh, Flug, I almost forgot to ask you," Black Hat said, righting his headwear in the mirror. "What's with the newspapers?" He pointed to the windows.
"I-I, I like my privacy." Flug said, eyes downcast
"Me too, but you're being a bit obvious." He said. "I mean, you may as well have a sign up announcing that you have something to hide."
"You let me w-worry about that," Flug said, a bit darkly.
"Oh ho, ok then." Black Hat said with a dark chuckle of his own. Welp, no contest. Black Hat was WAAAAY better at sounding intimidating than Flug was. That wasn't even half as threatening and yet it was far more malevolent just by the way he said it. Maybe it was the voice.
Black Hat left the bedroom without a word, leaving Flug to trail behind him once he put a shirt on. He saw him on the couch, putting his shoes back on. Oh, so he spent the night here? On the couch? That couldn't have been all too comfortable. Did he have any blankets or anything?
"Well then, I suppose I'm off." He announced, making his way through the apartment like he did it all the time. Fuck, did he? Did Flug really want to know how often Black Hat had just waltzed around his apartment like he owned the place?
"Black Hat?" The man turned back as he reached the front door. "How many times have you been in my apartment without me knowing?"
The man flashed an evil smirk. "Not counting last night, probably less than a handful."
"Give me a number." Flug said seriously. This seemed to just amuse him.
"Five, give or take?" He said with a shrug. The smirk never leaving his face and his eye never leaving Flug's.
"Were there any...anyt-times that I...I w-w-was ho-home?" Flug nervously dared to ask.
Black Hat's face fell. Instead of looking wicked, he just looked annoyed. "Flug, what sort of amador do you take me for? Really." He rolled his eye as he turned and promptly left the apartment of his own accord.
That...that really didn't answer the question! Sure, it sounded kind of like a no, but he never actually said no so what was that supposed to mean!? Maybe? Fuck maybe! Well, if he had, he couldn't have done it anytime since Flug became soulless and sleepless, right? Even if he was zoned out in front of his laptop screen, he'd have noticed a whole other person in the apartment with him, right?
Right?!
Well, that was...unexpected.
Hell, calling it just unexpected felt like the understatement of the century. Black Hat genuinely had not woken up this morning with any intentions besides sucking at Flugs neck. He hadn't even had any strong convictions that he would get so much as that far with him. He wasn't sure precisely how Flug would react to his words, and was greatly surprised at the level of just how positively he did. He didn't just go along with it, he'd expanded the scope of Black Hat's little game, without even realizing it! It made the vile villain smirk to himself, at the thought of how Flug essentially just assisted in his own acquisition. He was smart, downright conniving at times, but kind of gullible. A combination that Black Hat was eager to take advantage of again and again and again as he got closer to the future doctor.
Although, he had to say, it had really thrown him for a fucking loop when Flug went and kissed him.
He never imagined Flug would do that right then. The man was always so...unsure. So worrisome and cautious. He questioned everything and made most of his (sober) decisions based on logic and practicality. Black Hat knew he'd enjoy the extra attention to his neck sure, but he'd figured the man would be more embarrassed about his excitement, more flustered and hesitant about continuing.
He'd expected something along the lines of "Uh, um, o-o-okay, th-that's enough? R-right? That's en-n-nough for n-n-now?" Along with a burning red face and some meek attempt at hiding his arousal. Black Hat expected that he'd have to talk him into letting himself be played with a few more times before he became at ease with the idea of taking it further. And Black Hat had thought that he'd have to be the one to initiate things. He'd thought that he'd need to be the one pushing to be more intimate with him. Certainly not that Flug would throw himself at him so soon and let things progress so far. How desperate for another's touch he must be.
And, Black Hat admitted to himself, he had enjoyed Flug's reactions to his body. That Flug had not turned away upon seeing his scars. Black Hat didn't like showing them off, he liked looking at them himself even less, but it was...nice...that another looked on his body with what was more curiosity than something trite like concern or (God forbid) pity. Black Hat didn't want to be coddled about them. He appreciated that Flug had taken them for what they were and gotten back into the swing of things easily enough. That little moment of Flug drinking in the sight of him, his hand tracing a few that caught his eye and then drawing him back into that tight embrace-
Yeah, Black Hat made up his mind. He wanted more of that. He wanted to have the man. By Flug's own words, Black Hat was indeed his Master. He'd moaned it out multiple times, the ghosting of his arms and legs wrapped around him and that voice in his ear making his pants start to feel tight. And he had decided that he would be his Pet. Again, very unexpected, but not at all disagreeable. If that was what he wanted to be to him (he had been the one to say it, after all) then Black Hat would accept. Gladly. He was sure that he could make Rocinante Flugslys into a fine Pet, he just had to play his cards right.
Kind of like he had been all morning. Each word carefully chosen, giving the illusion of choice and leaving the cold inevitability of things in the dark. Even if he didn't get the desired results right now, he had the opportunity to try again at a later time to get what he wanted. As a matter of fact, he had a marvelous chance of getting close to the stuttering scientist again the very next night. It meant so much more when Flug felt he was making his own choices. And for the most part, he had. Black Hat may have maneuvered certain things into action, but it was ultimately Flug's decision to participate. And he'd gone above and beyond what Black Hat ever dared to picture he might do. Like he was calling Black Hat's bluff, not that he had been bluffing in the slightest. He had kissed him. He had said that he wanted more from him. Hell, he up and said that he wanted him, proclaimed it loud and clear. God Black Hat wished he'd placed wiretaps in his apartment. He would've loved to play that back and listen to that throaty declaration again.
At least he'd still have the footage, of things going far past what he'd planned.
Until Black Hat messed it up.
He didn't care what Flug said, he felt like he'd been the one who ruined what could've been a terrific morning for the both of them. Clearly he'd gone too far, had rushed things like he'd already known not to, and Flug was just too inexperienced to tell him where it was he'd crossed the line. Perhaps he wasn't fully sure himself when exactly it got to be too much for him.
How had he forgotten that the man was still a shy virgin, beneath all the lustful spontaneity? How had he misjudged how Flug would react in such a huge way? Clearly he needed to ask more directly next time, because he was not at all interested in being shoved away in a panic again. Not from one who produced such provocative sounds and gave him such sensations. He'd thought it had been clear what he was asking, he thought Flug had indeed understood and consented. Obviously that hadn't been the case, as it vexed Black Hat to admit. This dinner would be the perfect chance to get Flug to let his guard down and give Black Hat some real insight on how best to go about training him. Make him into his perfect soulbound pet.
Wait, was Flug going to accept it if Black Hat tried to call him that again? Had he changed his mind about that as well? Had that been part of what finally overwhelmed him? Would he reject his own chosen label? Would Black Hat have to coax Flug into relenting, or picking something equally salacious as being his pet? Oh come on, that was so fucking hot! He didn't want to call him anything else! And he hoped that Flug would still call him his Master. Or Lord. He was fond of the sound of that as well.
Fuck, Black Hat wanted to hit something.
Black Hat climbed into his car, and was about to start up the engine when he hear a voice exclaim behind him "¡Buenos días fancy Voldemort!"
"GAH!" He swung out at whoever just spoke.
His elbow collided with Demetra's face. As she knocked into the backseats Black Hat realized that, oh yeah, he left her alone last night to fend for herself against a dick and his probably asshole friends. Good to see she was alright. But why was she in his car? How did she get back in? Hadn't he locked his car last night?
Also, why the hell was he just hitting everyone in the face lately? When did that become a thing?
"Oh, shit, sorry about that." He said. "Why are you in my car?"
"Owwwww!" She whined nasally. "What the hell is your problem? Did you wake up on the wrong side of Flug's bed?"
Oh I fucking wish. "I...wasn't expecting you."
"Well, when you ditched me for Flug, asshole move by the way, Aurelio and his dudes tried to get me go with them. Suffice to say, I was not having it. So I crashed in your car. Got a little cold. You're lucky I don't know how to hot-wire shit cuz I'd have just driven myself home and left you stranded. See how you liked it."
"Did...did you fucking break into my car?!" Black Hat asked, equal parts surprised and kinda pissed. He could've sworn that he locked it last night after she'd taken Flug out and he'd gone upstairs with Aurelio.
"I kept other people from breaking into your car!" Her nose was dripping a small amount of blood. "Really, you should be thanking me. Rufio was the only one too scared to come near your ride. Guess he thought you'd have it out for him if he so much as tried to screw with it."
Black Hat smiled evilly at her. "He's right to think that."
Demetra scoffed. "Yeah, well, I slept in a car last night, my phones dead, stupid iPhone, and I ain't had breakfast. I expect to be taken out to make up for being so cruelly left to fend for myself against such brutes as I did!" She said dramatically. She pouted and tried to fix him with large, vulnerable looking eyes.
"The puppy-dog eyes aren't going to work on me." He said with a thin grin. "Besides, I've already got a date."
"Not right now you don't, or Flug would be with you and the two of you would be on it." Damn it. Dem wiped some of the blood on her arm warmer. Sure, it color matched, but that was kind of gross. Unhygienic. "Glad to hear you and Flug are finally going beyond the coffee-date stage. Honestly, do you two ever do anything besides talk over coffee?"
"We do now." Black Hat said, with every intention of doing much much more in the coming weeks. He would have to remind himself not to be too hasty. No sense in trying to rush things when he already knew it would just set his efforts back further.
"About damn time," She said, folding her arms behind her head. What, was she expecting Black Hat to just chauffeur her around now!? Did he look like an Uber driver!? "I'm hungry. You hungry? You like pancakes? I like pancakes. You wanna get pancakes?"
Eh, he could eat. Although he was really pushing his sugar tolerance.
"More of a waffle kind of guy." He admitted.
"Waffles are just pancakes with abs."
This was going to be a long day.
Translations:
Dios, mátame ahora = God, kill me now (Spanish)
¿Que? = What? (Spanish)
em essência = in essence (Portuguese)
amador = amateur (Portuguese)
Notes:
Well, that sure was a ride, huh? I tried to make this chapter lighter in tone, to try and make up for the ending of the last one. I hope I didn't make it too much lighter...
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