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( ah. there it is. oliver does keep an eye on the television, even if his attention is focused on the way nick wraps himself around him. there's a hand against his own, holding onto it. his head resting against him, nick's weight pressing back into oliver.

he takes a breath. slow and steady. lets it out through his nose. )

Do you want me to talk, or do you want to just talk to me?

Neither. ( is the honest answer, but it's not a particularly helpful one. he squeezes oliver's hand though, sucks a breath in like he has more to say, and-

holds it, for a bit. he knows he needs to say more though, or this thing is just going to keep hanging between them, and he can't handle another source of contention when he's barely brokered fragile peaces between his relationship with logan and all the other people that heavily disagree.

nick's exhale comes out shaky, words punctuated by the quiet flick of his thumb against the rim of the coffee cup in rapid succession. )

I was going to tell you. I just--how do you explain that to someone, who didn't see it happen for themselves? Like, why would I even have said? I thought, if you had time to settle, and I had time to figure out what to say, it wouldn't be...so bad, I guess.

I get that the rules this city have in place mean that sometimes, people get put into shitty situations and have to figure out how to deal with the aftermath.

( he says it like he's--understanding of logan's position, but to be honest, logan's position doesn't mean jack shit to him. he'll still go after the asshole and--figure out a way to kill him, maybe. just not. now or while nick's saying schmoopy things about being in love with him or whatever. oliver's anger can wait. but. )

If you'd been put into a similar position, I'd have forgiven you. I'd have told you it wasn't your fault you were drugged and forced to act that way. The difference is he keeps pulling shit that puts him right back in the same situation. Just recently, he whipped someone on camera because of whatever else he got his sticky fingers into. It's one thing to wave a finger at the system and tell it to fuck off, it's another to consistently make choice which put you and everyone else he cares about at risk. This isn't a place where someone can do whatever they want to and just expect the repercussions to fall on their own shoulders. The episode with you and that girl made that quite clear. He knows that. But he selfishly keeps doing it.

I know why it happened. I don't know if that justifies what happened, but I know what got him there.

( it's a bigger issue than nick can really grapple with, how much blame can be placed on logan for the punishments being doled out. the forgiveness for that incident had to come from dick, not from him -- and nick is pretty sure that he's gotten it, or the last few weeks would have probably looked very different.

still, it's not like he doesn't get it. he's had this conversation too many times not to understand the concerns, even if he doesn't agree with them. )

You don't understand how easy it is to end up like that. Fuck the wrong person, you're in the shit. Ask too many questions, hell, you don't even have to do anything. Why do you think I wear those shitty collars every single day?

I've done my research. Dominants get into shit for fucking other Dominants, fucking with city officials and guard'll get you thrown into bad situations, looking at them the wrong way will. Ruining public property will. Not making quota.

( head tipping down to press his lips against the fabric of nick's collar. gently. oliver has his own, somewhere, but he's not wearing it right now. )

Those are the rules that apply to him, aren't they? Ours are more don't violate your contract, follow the rules your dom sets for you, don't make a mess and whatever. Be a good Submissive. Keep your head down and do whatever they want, as specified by our contracts. Don't spend money unless they say it's okay, don't make money unless they say it's okay.

( teeth digging into his lower lip for a moment, while he pauses to take a breath in through his nose. hesitance, or at least oliver's trying to make it look like it. )

And I don't see you getting into shit every month, despite your rules being significantly harder than his to follow. I don't see Kyle, or Ragnor getting sent to realignment constantly. Or Nate, even if he's had some run-ins. And Nate's been here for fucking years, hasn't he? I just see Logan, whipping Submissives and causing others to suffer because he can't keep himself in line.

Doing your research isn't the same, it's not being here.

( that earns a sigh, even if nick tips his head as he does it, giving oliver all the room he needs and then some to lay light kisses down along his neck. it's a hell of a lot nicer than the conversation that they're having, after all. )

I know why he went after guards that day and got that punishment. I--more or less know why he reacts the way he does. I'm not going to sit here and justify his actions, that's not my job. If you want that from someone, go talk to him. I...have sworn up and down to Kyle that if there's even a whisper of a chance that he'll get punished, I will get the hell out of there. I'm not going to volunteer, I'm not going to suggest myself, I will get the hell out of dodge so fast.

( and kyle hadn't liked any of that then, but he'd reluctantly come around — or dropped it, at least. sometimes that's the best he can hope for. it's all he can hope for with ragnor, who dislikes the man so thoroughly that nick has done his best not to even accidentally let logan's name slip out in conversation for months.

he ditches the coffee with a vague gesture, one that he wasn't paying enough attention to clearly, because the cup lands on the desk with a wobble and almost tips. but it stays upright and nick uses the opportunity to snag oliver's arm in both of his hand, squeezing tight. but he's deliberately not defensive, because every conversation like this devolves into a fight when nick inevitably feels his back in a corner and reacts, but he wants this to be different. )

I get, if you don't understand it. I really do, and I get that you don't like it, but he's...really fucking important to me. And I would really appreciate it if you didn't put me through the wringer for it. I've already done that and it fucking sucks.

( nick's cup doesn't quite fall, and oliver's reaching over with his own to shove it a bit more up onto the desk, to keep it from falling over. raises his own to his lips after to take another drink, before his mocha gets cold and disappointing. listens still. he knows better, than to push nick too hard. it won't get him anywhere, it won't resolve anything, it'll only piss them both off even more.

so he keeps his mouth shut. decides he'll deal with logan in his own way later, it's fine. )

I'll drop it. I just don't want you to get hurt. ( kisses pressed just below nick's ear, once oliver's moved the cup of coffee back to the desk and on the edge next to nick's. not close enough it'll fall. just close enough to make it easy to grab onto later. ) You know that, right? It's not that I hate him, it's that I like you and want you to stay safe.

( and logan is a liability. likely to off whenever he feels like it and cause damage. he wishes nick would have stuck with safer people. kyle's alright. he likes ragnor and nate. one out of four isn't the absolute worst. )

If he hurts you, I'll kill him.

That's what everyone says, they don't want to see me hurt.

( it's not pressure, it's love, but sometimes it feels like it. the downside of having people who love you, care about you, is that there are people who love and care about you. and nick--well. he likes them possessive.

so it's a problem, but not one with any solution except to keep doing what he's been doing — pleading with them all to trust him, have faith that nick knows what he's doing with logan and just pray that it doesn't backfire. for now it seems like he's dodged the bullet though, and nick leans in a little, presses his cheek a bit harder against oliver's and finds both his hands. winds their fingers together and digs his thumbnails in lightly over the back of oliver's hands, just enough to leave faint half moon circles in his wake. )

You know I'd do the same for you, right? I know I'm... ( scrawny. avoidant. a raging pacifist, but- ) If someone hurt you, I'd tear them apart Oli.

I know.

( that nick would try. that those feelings of his are exactly why he should know how oliver feels about logan. they're both possessive in their own right. nick digs his fingers into his hand and oliver's turning his hand over, palm up in front of nick with his fingers wrapped tight around the other's own. )

You want to leave a more permanent mark? Like the one Nate gave you. I'll let you.

( because he wants to leave his own on nick. )

( it feels like a mistake, because nick doesn't know a thing about what william wants out of this contract except for that he likes oliver's face and rocking the boat before they find that out at least is stupid. really fucking stupid, where the only thing that wins is some nasty possessive flare of ego that nick doesn't entertain very often, at all.

so, naturally, nick doesn't so much as hesitate before he answers. )

Yeah, I do.

( he pulls a hand forward, presses his lips to the skin and let's him feel the smile against it. ) Is my name in big letters across your chest too much? I can scale it back.

I think your name might be a little too much. Wouldn't want to freak out any of my one night stands by explaining to them who Nick is.

( but he's laughing soft, dipping his head down to nip where his neck curves into his shoulders. leans forward into him. the movie's been forgotten; nobody follows the plot of die hard anyway. )

Simplify it. Then put some of your magic in it. Tracker, maybe? So you can find me whenever.

( he doesn't mind nick stalking him. it'd give nick some security--or a goddamn panic attack if oliver disappears. but that's later oliver's problem. )

What do you want, a tattoo?

( he remembers carving a heart into nate's ribcage. entertains, just for a moment, the suggestion, but it's a little much. a tracker is good though, a tracker--helps. even without this contract situation nick would still worry about oliver, maybe being able to follow oliver's movements will alleviate some of that. )

We can do it now, if you want. I've got stuff here. ( a pause, before he adds- ) You could do something on me too.

( maybe not a tracker, but he has ideas. )

You don't want to finish slutty Die Hard?

( the snort says he already knows the answer to that, but he's not moving any. just pressing soft kisses along nick's cheek, over his jawline. hums soft under his breath. )

I want something on you, too. So I'll know you're okay.

( purposefully vague, purposefully leaving plenty options open for nick to pick and choose from. giving him the choice so it doesn't feel like oliver's pushing for it. )

Nah. The good guy wins, right? What else do you need to know.

( nick's never been one for action films anyway, pornographic or otherwise, and he twists just a little so that he's half turned towards oliver with a shoulder against his chest. he can recognise the--gesture, of sorts, for what it is. a delicate balancing act between demanding too much and his own peace of mind. or at least not sending nick skittering off into a pissy shrug off again. )

How about like....a panic button. "Push this in case of emergencies", homing beacon? I could do that.

( it's maybe not as much access as he'd like, it's certainly not a tracker, but it's as much of a compromise as nick has got. )

( his legs spread a little more, giving nick room to turn around between them. he can always eventually figure out the off switch for nick's mark if he feels like it, so it's not like oliver actually gives a shit. nick's giving him enough leverage to make it worth it. )

Works fine for me.

( easy, and oliver's--moving his free hand back behind him. rests his weight back on his palm. )

Where do you want to tatt me? Back? Chest? Thigh?

Chest.

( the answer is a little quick, probably, but the idea appeals to nick too much to pass up. it's a nice notion, seeing a symbol filled with his own magic right there. something more subtle would probably be a better choice to make, but nick chases the possessive little thrill all the same.

with more space between his legs to move nick can twist more, lean in where oliver has leant back and press a kiss to his lips. and another for good measure, a little slower and lingering. stays there when he speaks again in a soft murmur. )

I've got a kit in the drawer, are you going to be a little bitch about it? I'm pretty sure I've only got weed lying around.

( certain, actually. )

( the kiss is sweet, and oliver's tipping his head forward to press into it. gives a soft hum under his breath, then--slips his hand out of nick's on, so he can grab onto the back of his collar and pull it off over his head. does his best not to disturb nick's position during. )

I'm not going to bitch. You'll be gentle with me, won't you?

( with an incline of his head towards the drawer. )

Grab your stuff.

No I won't.

( said with a lovely sweet smile, naturally, and he leans back only enough to let oliver tug off his shirt before he drops another quick peck on his cheek. and then he's off, rooting through the drawer next to the bed until he comes up with a few items.

(the positioning of the tattoo equipment just feet from his bed more or less explains why so many impulsive little designs appear on nick, but that's neither here nor there.)

he has to rearrange them a little to get comfortable — which mostly just involves knocking oliver's legs together to straddle his thighs instead, tossing down paper towel, a tattoo gun next to them that only looks like a good idea because it's not just a sewing needle and setting a bottle of ink down on the bedside table with an awful lot more care. very unprofessional--very unsanitary, but nick has been successfully circumventing that with magic for a while now.

nick's smile doesn't quite falter, but it fades a little when he plants his palm on oliver's chest, right about where he's thinking of putting a symbol. this doesn't actually help. knowing where oliver is, stamping his presence on his body, these things don't actually achieve much, but it's something. for now. he still wants to do it which matters more in the end. )

You want to see what I'm thinking first, or do you trust me?

Dick. ( said, affectionately, but nick's still being cute so he's not protesting. instead, he's moving his legs as nick demands, moving both hands back behind himself to rest his weight on his palms as he lets nick struggle to get himself comfortable. watches, because it is cute.

the point of this is so he can turn around and mark nick in return. a panic button, he'd offered. it's better than nothing. and given how fucked up he's discovered a significant amount of people here are, he'll take it. so he tips his head back, looks into nick's eyes as he finds his place. )

Go for it. If I hate it, I'll just ask you to remove it.

( he trusts nick not to draw dicks into his skin or anything else particularly stupid, so oliver's not going to be losing out here any. and he's trusting nick to remove it if he does do something stupid that he wasn't expecting, which is a brand of trust. )

Always thought semi-permanent marks were a way more fun brand of friendship bracelets than just the bracelets themselves. Feels so disposable. You know?

( this is also how people end up with names tattooed on their bodies in embarrassing places and have to find someone to cover it up with something slightly less embarrassing, but who cares about those kinds of details. )

I could make you a friendship bracelet too.

( he's flippant about the response, but that doesn't stop nick from distracting himself with idle thoughts of how cute that would be. they could weave little charms into them. maybe that's something to explore later, actually, a way of loading oliver up to the teeth with protective gear, until someone can't even think a bad thought about the guy without suffering the consequences.

but this is a good enough start. nick drifts a palm across his chest, grazes a thumb over his nipple while he thinks about placements, and he pinches lightly before he taps a spot roughly centre-left, more or less where a heart sits. it's a little cringe. nick doesn't really care. )

Here okay?

( like he's not already picking up the gun and dipping it carefully in the ink. it's not a professional machine by any means, a jerry-rigged handheld thing that runs on spelled batteries and with the only benefit that it runs a little faster than poking it by hand. they should have done this at the theatre, with actual equipment, this is only really supposed to be for when nick feels the need to tattoo stupid things on himself at two in the morning--but he likes the thought too much to suggest anything different. oliver, in his bed, with a mark that nick put on him. )

Lie down, if your arms give out halfway it's going to fuck with my work.

( he could make nick a friendship bracelet. fill it with enough curses and charms to keep people from fucking with him, william included. and logan. because fuck that guy in particular. he's got a few studs packed with protection charms that'd work well, but they're not--well-hidden. he'd have to offer first, ask nick if it's fine. spell them specifically to nick, his emotions. which is a whole other project for later that he can work on.

for now, he's--focusing on nick, on his fingers over oliver's chest. he bites into the inside of his cheek when fingers pinch his nipple, offers nick a smarmy grin as he drops down to lay on the mattress. pulls one of the pillows over to put it under his head. )

If I get a hard-on, it's your responsibility. Watch where you put your fingers man. But there's fine.

( cringey. but he'll allow it, because nick's base-level is pretty cringe. may as well let him have it this time, and it's not like oliver really dislikes his mark right over his heart. it's cute. )

Long as you let me put mine about there too.

( he knows nick has nate's on his chest, too, but oliver also wants a mark. )

If you get a hard-on I'll call it a job well done.

( but that's not the point of this, even if he is idly thinking about where to take things after this. that's not the priority right now--if he shifts a little in his position over oliver's hips just to see if it gets a reaction that's no one's business but his own. nick is focused, on getting this tattoo right and getting the magic with it right too. )

Where anyone can see? ( like he's scandalised, but nick is already smiling.

he's no artistic talent but something about the shapes of simple tattoos makes sense to him. he traces the idea out faintly with his fingernail, a little sun-moon thing that's not especially complex, with lines that are easy to drip-feed spells into, too. he gives the machine a little buzz — it's slow, in a way that probably translates into painful — and raises his eyebrow. )

Yeah, you can put it on my chest. We can match too, if you like. Hold still.

( nick shifts forward and oliver gives a soft sigh, tipping his head back against the pillow he's claimed but it--doesn't get more of a response than that. they've only just started, after all. plenty of time for that later. )

Someone's going to find them later and tell us we're cringe as hell.

( but he's grinning, hands moving up to fold them behind his head. leaves plenty of space for nick and his makeshift tattoo gun. it does look--slow, but not quite as slow as nick's stick and poke system. oliver will probably bitch if it takes too long, but a needle shoving into his skin isn't like. the worst thing imaginable. he can handle it. )

Have I told you how hot you look yet?

We are cringe as hell.

( the way nick says it, it might as well be the highest of compliments. he runs a hand over oliver's chest again, smoothing over the skin lightly before he uses one to hold the spot taut. the other lifts to the same spot, guides the gun and needle to the place where he can picture a simple little design perfectly.

nick doesn't focus well on a lot of things, but he's focusing on this. he's careful when the buzzing gun comes into contact with oliver's skin, and his eyes don't even move from his chest when he hears the compliment. but one side of his mouth quirks up, bright, because he definitely heard it. )

Not yet. You could stand to tell me more.

( it does hurt. more than an actual tattoo gun, surprisingly more than just a plain needle probably because it's just fast enough to semi-feel like an actual gun but slow enough that it still feels just. like a needle being continiously jabbed into his skin, instead of the scratchy sensation a gun would have. he keeps his chest still as possible, taking small breaths instead of deeper ones.

keeps his eyes on nick's as he focuses. )

You're especially sexy when you have that look on your face. The focus. ( he has to pause for a moment to breathe, but oliver doesn't flinch at least. ) All of it on me. Makes me want to push you over and fuck you until you forget everything else.

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