SLUTTY GENDICE POST FOR SLUTTY GENDICES

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[omikuji]

[ It's true that the last thing Gentaro had wanted was to spend time with him. The son of the woman who'd ruined his life was, at first, guilty by association. Nevermind the fact that the extortion came from someone younger than he. Dice knows how to play dirty, and Gentaro had loathed him for that. He knows Dice is unaware of how much that threat, if acted upon, would unravel everything.

His plans would go up in smoke. Not only that, the Party could repeat his brother's punishment on him. And what would happen to his brother? Gentaro hates thinking about it. He hates even more that he'd agreed, but he didn't have a choice. Sure, he doesn't need the money, but he counts it as a sort of restitution.

Not that he'll ever let Dice know that. He'd have to explain so much more, and there's no way he's doing that. Information has a tendency of making its way to the Party, and he can't risk that.

The thing is that Gentaro, once so resistant and determined to simply go along with the "deal," had started to feel something more than disdain. He's still somewhat in denial, but that's because he doesn't know how to unpack that, and he's not sure he even wants to. It's overwhelming. The time they spend together, though, inexplicably quiets the noise in his head.

Except very recently, he's been anxious and keyed up. Dice's text is an unfortunate reminder that he's going to be among people who have a reason to destroy him. How could he forget that it's tomorrow? It's going to be a nightmare, but Gentaro knows he has to play it cool. Level-headed. Absolutely no sign of how he actually feels.

How he feels. Not just about the Party, but also the fact that he might, foolishly, be in love with Dice. ]

Thank you. This is more than enough, you know.

[ Because Gentaro wants for very little. A lot of the money Dice has given him has gone unspent, aside from pricey, rare books and other treasures. He's grateful for that. Still, he can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at the last bit of Dice's message, though. ]

If you have the time, I would appreciate your accompanying me.

[chronicgambler]

[Dice wonders when the amounts went up so high. It certainly wasn't because Gentaro asked. Maybe it's that twinge of knowing that his enjoyment of their time together couldn't possibly be reciprocated, given the circumstances.

But Gentaro responds quickly, and Dice feels his usually cold heart leap to warmth.]

I'll go with you! I have an idea of a shop you'll like, so I'll pick you up in an hour?

[omikuji]

[ It's ridiculous how Dice is so enthusiastic, especially with him. As far as Gentaro knows, Dice views him as an enemy. Maybe it's softened slightly, but still.

Gentaro feels himself smile, just slightly. ]

Oh? So eager to see me, Dice? I can indulge you, I suppose. Don't be late, or I will never forget it.

[chronicgambler]

[Oops. Was he too eager? Maybe he ought to cool it so he doesn't screw this up.

Although, how could he screw it up? It's blackmail, extortion, something something... Something bad. He shouldn't be this excited, grinning from ear to ear.]

What do you mean eager? I'm just on a time crunch. And when have I ever been late? I'm so punctual it hurts.

[omikuji]

Of course. Deadlines are a terrible thing, aren't they?

I'll wait patiently for you.

[ Dice is pretty easy to read except when it comes to Gentaro so he's more amused than anything. ]

[chronicgambler]

You ought to know, Mr. Author.

I'll see you soon. My car this time. I feel like driving myself.

[He'll get up and get out of his uniform, putting on casual enough clothes that still look expensive. He takes his time doing his hair, sweeping his bangs back, then picks out some glasses to wear. It's funny... he never thought as much about accessorizing before he started going places with Gentaro.

Lastly, he clips a chain of gold and red beads into his hair. The he heads out.

He arrives precisely on time, painfully punctual.]

[omikuji]

[ Gentaro's already making his way to meet him. He knocks on the window, as if Dice can't see he's there. ]

Well, well. I'm afraid you're thirty seconds over the hour.

[chronicgambler]

[He watched him walk up to the car, but this is their game. He pretends it's a surprise to hear the knock, and rolls the window down.]

Well, you can come up with some kind of thirty second-worthy punishment for me later. Get in.

[omikuji]

I certainly will.

[ He gets in and clicks his seatbelt in place. ]

Let's be on our way, then.

[chronicgambler]

[Dice has to remember he's not supposed to be warm and playful with this guy, but... Well, today he just doesn't care as much as usual.]

How's your day?

[omikuji]

[ It's definitely strange, but... Gentaro can't help but feel the same as Dice. It's becoming much, much harder to keep his distance, and it's frustrating. ]

Mm, much of the usual. Writing, writing, more writing... [ He glances sideways at him. ] And yours?

[chronicgambler]

[Dice sighs, like he's glad to be letting it all out.]

...Busy! I hate my job, still. But I do what I'm told so they pay me and don't throw me out. Same as always.

[omikuji]

It seems we're both plagued with boredom.

[ He doesn't know when he become so invested in Dice's daily life. He shouldn't. Even he can't deny that he very, very much is. ]

If only we could escape it, hm?

[chronicgambler]

Mm, yeah... Not gonna happen, but I can dream about it when--

[Fuck.

No.

He cannot say that in any way.]

When I'm not at work. So I guess you gotta hear me complain while I dream.

[Nailed it.

Wait.

Fuck.]

[omikuji]

[ Oh no.

Gentaro hums. For a moment or several, it seems like he's not going to comment. ]

I see. Is that why I'm so tired when I wake up?

[chronicgambler]

[Dice does a double take that almost makes him miss a stop sign, then bursts out laughing.]

Look, I said that wrong, okay? I don't need you to exercise your pickup lines on me. Save it for the other guys at the party.

[omikuji]

[ He... hasn't heard Dice laugh like that, ever. He's caught off-guard, but he recovers well and gives a quiet laugh of his own. ]

I can assure you that I will absolutely not be interested in any of them. [ Despite his laugh a few moments ago, there is a sharp edge to his voice. ] You're the only reason I'm going.

[chronicgambler]

[Dice realizes he shouldn't have his guard down like this, but Gentaro's little laugh makes him feel... something. It's hard to believe that he's dangerous.]

Sorry, I shouldn't assume stuff. You like the ladies, right? Or you're... not interested in anybody like that? What's that called? Something-sexual...

[omikuji]

Gender doesn't matter to me.

[ He's very much attracted to certain people. Gentaro shifts his attention to look out the window. ]

It isn't their gender that puts me off. It's the company they keep.

[chronicgambler]

[Well, that's... pointed. And Dice knows what company he keeps, so that hurts. He knows he shouldn't care at all, but...

Well.

Never mind that. It's just the proof he needs that his excitement is ill-advised and never going to get him anywhere.

He straightens in his seat and clears his throat.]

Uh. Yeah. Sorry... I keep making you go to stuff like this and you hate it, right?

[omikuji]

[ It's a terrible realization: Gentaro feels guilty for his harshness. Somehow, Dice has become an exception. There's a few moments of silence before he looks at Dice. ]

Well, it's not pleasant. [ He shrugs. ] The money is a good incentive, however.

[ Yeah, the money he doesn't really spend. ]

[chronicgambler]

[Right. The money. Dice had a feeling it might be like that.]

...Yeah. I guess it does pay pretty well, for... what, blackmail?

[He shouldn't have said that and he knows it. He's ruining the mood.]

Look, if it was my choice, I wouldn't make you do all the state bullshit. It's absolutely not my call, though.

[omikuji]

Yes, the blackmail.

[ That annoyed edge is back, especially because Dice has confirmed what he's suspected: Dice is, perhaps, just as much at the whims of the Party as he is. ]

Mm. I wondered about that. You don't seem too fond of going to those events either.

[chronicgambler]

I hate them.

[He says it conversationally, like it's not a surprise at all. Gentaro didn't seem to hesitate when he asserted it.]

I hate...

[He could get in so much trouble for saying this, but he's relatively sure his car isn't bugged. Gentaro has always behaved and so has Dice. Dice never steps a single toe out of line, other than his one precious, secret midday smoke break.]

I'm not going to lie. I've hated my mom half of my life, but that's... not really important to you, I guess. If you want to sum it up: yes, I hate putting on a uniform and parading around like some good dog they've trained up to be their model male. It sucks, actually.

[omikuji]

[ Ah.

The admission is a dangerous thing. To say it to him, who's been marked by the Party as someone dangerous, is a monumental thing. He's stunned, really. There's more to Dice than the surface -- he's figured that out, but this is another layer.

Gentaro's quiet for a few moments. ]

Thank you for confiding in me. [ It's almost too vulnerable. Careful. But he means it. It paints an entirely new picture and more than that, Gentaro... feels himself softening. ] Truthfully, it sets me more at ease to know that this wasn't your idea. Sometimes, it seems like who you are is at odds with our.... situation.