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[whitehairedprettyboy]

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[majorcrotchgrab]

Very well... If you have nothing more to tell me on the matter.

[He pauses.]

... We should buy a mirror for the bedroom.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I am sorry for not giving you more ammunition with which to insult me.

...A mirror? [ We certainly are changing the subject a lot, aren't we. ] Why a mirror? [ You wouldn't be making fun of him would you ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

You're forgiven.

And why a mirror? So we can fuck in front of it and see ourselves.

[Smirk.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Oh.

[ Now that's an interesting suggestion. He would protest that he's not quite that vain, but... who is he kidding. He's absolutely quite that vain. ]

I like the way you think, Ivan.

[majorcrotchgrab]

I know you do.

[He'd play footsy under the table but Stunky and Katya are probably still under there.]

So, have any plans for the rest of the day?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ They are, more's the pity. ]

I didn't, particularly. [ Apart perhaps from making himself a second cup of tea, because this one's gone cold by now. Damn. ] Why, did you have something in mind?

[majorcrotchgrab]

No reason. Just curious.

[He prepared plenty of water so help yourself, V.]

We should do something.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ He gets up and pours himself another cup, then. By god, he is going to make it through one cup of tea today if it kills him. ]

Would this be "something" like buying a mirror? Or would this be "something" like... well, like your idea of fun?

[majorcrotchgrab]

Yes to the former. But also normal activities. We could go for a walk. See a movie... You know. Mundane things.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Mundane things.

[ He's not sure he's ever done a mundane thing in his life. Those are for the common people. He's about to shut this one down conclusively, but... something stops him. He doesn't know what. Maybe it's the look on Raikov's face, damn him. But for whatever reason, to his utter surprise, he finds himself saying instead: ]

...All right, well, I suppose I could give it a try. Just once, you understand.

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov smiles. It's one of his rare genuine smiles too. Look how beautiful he is, Valmont.]

Just once, huh? Alright... You never know. You might end up having fun.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ That smile is absolutely unfair. Valmont has a sudden, very unprofessional urge to kiss him again. He hastily quashes it. One would almost think he had feelings. ]

I doubt it.

[ But it's not a no. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[He usually has that effect on his lovers.]

Let's spice things up then by making a bet. What do you say?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

A bet...?

[ He's not really a gambling man, but it can't hurt to hear Raikov out, he supposes. But if it involves the possibility of him losing money, nothing doing. ]

What sort of bet?

[majorcrotchgrab]

If you have fun, you have to do anything I tell you to for the next day. But if you don't, then I/ have to do whatever you want me to.

And do be honest about it.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ What, now he has to be honest about things, too? This is a terrible bet. He really shouldn't accept it. But then again, what are the odds that he'll actually have fun? ]

You're on.

[ He holds out his hand to shake. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov gives him a firm, Russian handshake. He... doesn't even realizing he might be crushing Valmont's hand slightly.]

May the best man win.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Ow. Okay, Ivan, you can... you can let go any time now...

He doesn't say anything, but he does massage his hand with a wince once Raikov finally releases it. ]

I intend to.