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[occultatum]

I don't know what that means.

[He doesn't.]

I think you need a push. And I'm going to give it to you.

[driving]

You know. A pussy.

[ If Nick doesn't know what bitch is, he almost definitely doesn't know what a pussy is. ] ...A pathetic, weak guy that you can boss around. Is that what you're trying to push me into?

[occultatum]

Don't be absurd. If I thought you were like that, I wouldn't have had to spell the contract.

[He points it out because it's obvious. And he leans across the table, and kisses him, on the mouth, hard.]

I did it because I wanted to control you. And controlling someone like you? That's status. Do you understand me?

[driving]

[ He doesn't bother pulling away from the kiss, or trying to say 'I'm straight'. It just seems pointless now. He enjoys this, he enjoys being with other men, and though he's still trying to tell himself it's just the influence this place is having on him, he's starting to accept that he might just be into guys. ]

Yeah. I understand. [ He's had similar inclinations before; it's why he went after the most popular guy at school. Anyone could push the nerds around, if you wanted real status you couldn't just pick on the weak.

The part where he's supposed to like being controlled is the part that's still lost on him, but he won't push it. He still thinks he has a chance of winning this. ]

I'm not gonna make it easy. I guess you already know that.

[occultatum]

Like I said.

I wouldn't have spelled the contract, otherwise.

[He knows. He stands up, so he's standing next to Billy, and he reaches down to run a thumb over his cheekbone. He looks tender, and then he doesn't.]

So.

Whenever you're ready, come see me.

[driving]

[ He scoffs. ]

Yeah. You come see me when you're sick of waiting.