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My dear, dear Marquis. Perhaps you would indulge me with some wine tonight?

I've been good, haven't I? No one has died and there was no more damage to my room. I would consider that a success worthy of a small celebration, wouldn't you?

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Date: 2011-02-21 08:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
But I can't think of them when I have you here, Marquis. [He looked to their hands and then back up to the other man.]

I think only of you.

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Date: 2011-02-21 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
[There's only a slight twitch of his brow to indicate that he's suddenly gotten wind of something...off. Some of that laugh is still there, though mildly nervous, or at least disbelieving.]

...Tell me, my treasure, did you happen to feel that jostle this morning as well?

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Date: 2011-02-21 08:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
No. [He sat up.] I slept late this morning. What does that have to do with anything? With...us?

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Date: 2011-02-21 08:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
Iago. [He sighed, looking at him intently] I am your Warden.

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Date: 2011-02-21 08:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
[Iago shrugged once.]

Yes. Though they are only words. Labels. What does it matter?

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Date: 2011-02-21 08:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
What are you getting at?

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Date: 2011-02-21 08:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
Don't deny you feel for me, Marquis. [He smirked and leaned forward a bit.]

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Date: 2011-02-21 08:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
[Another sigh. The Marquis placed a hand on Iago's shoulder.]

I do not, but I am starting to suspect you misunderstand what manner of feelings I have for you.

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Date: 2011-02-21 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
I've misunderstood nothing. [He looked to the hand and then back to the Marquis hopefully.]

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Date: 2011-02-21 09:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
[Challengingly] Then you tell me.

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Date: 2011-02-21 09:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
[That just spurred him on a bit.] You love me. [He reached over to take his hand gently.] And you want me. You long for me. Tell me you don't.

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Date: 2011-02-21 09:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
[He was going to give the Admiral a talking to later. Not normally the sort to criticize him for his driving, this had to be a flood and had not been one that he was looking forward to.]

Iago.

[It was also one of the few repeaters that he'd never rehearsed himself for. He squeezed his hand]

I do love you. And you -- [This was even more awkward than the mirror flood. Joyous. He laughed a little.] I can hardly deny that you are beautiful because I am not blind. But I do not lust after you, just as I would not lust after my own sons and daughter.

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Date: 2011-02-21 09:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
[Iago smiled a bit at the compliment, even though, to him, it wasn't really that. It was a fact.]

But I am not your child. And you are not my father. So...I see no problem. [He brought the man's hands to his lips.]

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Date: 2011-02-21 09:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
No, Iago.

[The Marquis pulled his hand back with a start, partially out of surprise but also knowing that if he had been drinking more he probably would have let him.]

That is how I feel, and you must respect that.

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Date: 2011-02-21 09:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
[Iago actually pouted, sitting back with his hands folded across his chest, much like a child would. There was no thought in his mind to pursue the matter, but he could be upset about it. And he was.]

That's not fair.

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Date: 2011-02-21 09:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
Stop. [He's not going to take that even if it is a flood, son :|] You know I cannot. There are vast numbers of people who would not refuse you if you asked them, but I am not one of them. I do care for you. I always will. And I will always be here. But I am your Warden, and that is important at least to me.

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Date: 2011-02-21 09:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
But I don't want them. I love you, sir. No one else. [He looked off into the distance, still pouting.]

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Date: 2011-02-21 09:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
Iago. [He leaned forward and chanced touching his chin to get him to look at him.] I'm here. I will not leave you. But my bed is not yours. [And he was quiet a moment, torn.] You will feel better soon. I promise.

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Date: 2011-02-21 10:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
[Iago pulled away from him quickly. He hadn't yet realized that this wasn't real, nor did he really care. He just knew that he had been rejected. And it hurt.]

No. I won't. [He stood up off the couch and headed for the door.]

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Date: 2011-02-21 10:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
Iago. [The Marquis stood and followed after him.]

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Date: 2011-02-21 10:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
[Iago turned to look at him sharply.]

What?

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Date: 2011-02-21 10:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
You will compose yourself. [It's hard to be firm, but he does well enough; it's pretty much his natural state of being when dealing with his Inmate.] You're not going to stomp about because I won't lie with you. That is not love.

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Date: 2011-02-21 10:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
That is not all I want from you. [He frowned, looking down in shame. Because, in a way, it was. It was the only way he knew.]

But if you wish only to treat me as your child, then...[He trailed off, looking upset.]

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Date: 2011-02-21 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com
[A hand on his shoulder again.] Look at me. [He waited, then] You are not my child. You are a good deal more than that. But so long as you are my Inmate, you cannot ask or expect me to take advantage of you. Firstly, I promised you that I would not. Do you remember?

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Date: 2011-02-21 10:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inhumandog.livejournal.com
You are not taking advantage of me. [He shook his head.] I know what I want now.

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