Nora Bates (twosidedshocker) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-05-28 17:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | dante, wesley |
Friday, 11/16
Who: Dante and Wesley
What: Threats
Where: The Infirmary
When: Friday Morning
Rating: R for violence/langauge
Friday morning. Roger had a date tonight. Oh, no no no. Dante wasn't going to allow that. He stalked through the corridors, his long limbs taking large strides. He shoved aside anyone in his way carelessly, a hard look set in his features. Dante was unapologetic and arrogant. His faded, ripped jeans matched his beat up canvas jacket, both articles of clothing hugging his body comfortably. He needed something that could move with his body, should the need arise to kick someone's ass. Like the need he had now.
Dante walked into the infirmary, listening for activity. "Wesley," he called out, his voice not in the least cordial. He was here on business. Dante flexed his fingers, feeling the charge in them. He had more control than Roger did, knew how the power worked. And he planned to use that power. Wesley finally appeared, and Dante wasted no time. In three long steps he was at the medic, placing a long-fingered hand around his throat. He pushed Wesley backward until the man hit the bed, Dante pushing him onto his back, his grip tight. Small sparks zapped Wesley's skin. Dante leaned close to Wesley's face, his blue eyes hard as steel. "I want you to stay the fuck away from me," he said darkly, his voice deep and throaty. "I don't know what you thought was going to happen tonight, you little cocksucker, but it's not. Ever."
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Wesley heard this weird voice, someone coming into the Infirmary but he'd never ever have imagined it was Roger, nor that he'd find himself pinned to the bed by his throat. This was... odd. Not the first time he'd been in such a position with an angry man above him (in more ways than one) and he'd been in trouble like this before. Usually because he'd been caught shagging someone's wife or girlfriend or stealing someone's blow but never because he had a date, and never by the guy who was going to be on that date.
"Uhm...." It was difficult to talk with a 6ft bloke gripping your neck. "I thought I was gonna have a drink with a new friend... are you like... Roger's evil twin or something?" But then he'd said 'stay away from ME' and Wesley's eyes widened. Spluttering slightly he blinked. Angry Roger?.... This was a perfect time to bullshit. "Dude.. it was harmless... I said I was sorry, you asked me out for a drink I thought that was to apologise... no cocksucking involved. I hit on everyone, don't take offense, man..."
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Dante listened to Wesley, knowing full well it was a load of crock. He knew how nervous Roger had been about tonight, and he knew that Wesley was more than just a little attracted to him. Dante considered simply killing Wesley right here, just to prove a point. But, no. Killing him would get Roger expelled, and the weakling needed to learn a few things. Besides, how could Roger learn to eliminate these homosexual tendencies if the problems were always taken care of for him? Dante would give him a warning, let the boy figure it out on his own.
He loosened his grip on Wesley's throat, but didn't remove himself just yet. "Well, maybe now you won't hit on everyone, will you?" He studied Wesley's face, a cold smile on his lips. It would be so easy to just break him. But Dante had bigger plans for this place, he needed to exercise self control. "I don't want you anywhere near me," he said, finally releasing his grip on the medic. "Whatever he says to you, no matter how much he begs. Don't talk to him. Don't look at him. Don't even think about him. Roger is off limits to you. Do you understand that, queer?"
Grabbing Wesley by the shoulders, Dante pulled him until the man was sitting upright, brushing him off. "Think we're done here," he said simply. "Oh, and I'd appreciate you not saying anything about our little chat, mmkay?" He patted Wesley's cheek, using more force than necessary. "Because if you say anything, and Roger gets in trouble for this... I will hunt you down. And they will never find your body."
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"Okay! Okay, Christ dude..." This guy was scary. He had no idea who he was but Wesley was fucking terrified. He could see the coldness in his eyes and the general dark intent... shit. This definitely wasn't Roger. At all. And as Wesley prayed he would get out of this alive that prospect was looking thin.
"I won't... won't talk to him. I swear." Best to agree to everything he said, best to just leave him the hell alone. This... was worse than the dealers he fell on the wrong side of. This was worse than a lot of things, he'd never had this from a prospective date before. "I won't touch him..."
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Dante studied Wesley, letting the man sit in agonizing silence. "I believe you," he said at last, stepping away from the bed. "I think you're smart enough to know I'm serious." Wesley looked petrified, which was what Dante was going for. Running a hand through his short tresses, Dante walked out of the infirmary, his head high. Another problem taken care of. Hopefully the next time Wesley saw Roger, he'd take off running in the opposite direction.