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Date Posted: 23:07:49 06/27/02 Thu
The second he saw Belald and his cronies enter the room, Cas felt his whole body tense up. He clinched his teeth together, making the little muscle in his jaw jump like crazy, when the mercenary made him a none too subtle threat about losing his cool. His anger turned to pure hatred when Belald sauntered elegantly over to their small table and glanced rather haphazardly at the drawings Eremis had done. Get your filthy claws of them, asshole! he almost screamed, but the two giants hovering ominously by the door made him keep his mouth tightly shut.
Seeing Belald’s eyes rake carelessly over the drawings of him made Cas feel angry in a way he wasn’t used to feeling. It boiled up inside him, white-hot, and it only got worse when the mercenary reached out to grab a hold of Eremis. It almost hurt to watch his friend cringe before the rich asshole, and when he groped him just before kissing him roughly, Cas very nearly lost it, right then and right there. It took every form of self-control he had to sit calmly on the windowsill and continue to do and say absolutely nothing.
He wasn’t too happy about the little rendezvous Belald was setting up with Eremis either, but he guessed there wasn’t much he could do about it. Eremis was a whore, after all, and even though they didn’t need the money right now, if that’s what he truly wanted to do… Shit! That stupid dumbass country healer! What the hell was the matter with him? How could anybody WANT to service a rich creep like Belald? Damn, was the sex really THAT great?
Abruptly, Cas had a sudden, fervent, but hopeless wish to show Eremis what it would feel like to have sex with someone who really cared about him. He sighed, knowing that was impossible, and wished instead that the raking crazy healer would get back on his rocker and show a little common sense, not to mention a little backbone!
Belald’s proposition to HIM sounded a little bit more reasonable. He sucked in a breath when he thought about the mess he might be getting himself into, for it didn’t take a raking scholar to figure out that Belald was becoming a very, very important person in Bizmar. But really…if the guy kept paying him like that, and Eremis was able to sell some of his paintings AND work up a street clientele for his healing…hell, neither one of them would have to dabble much in the whoring business ever again! Well, maybe not never again, since nothing was for certain, specially around here, but at least in the near future.
As soon as Belald left, Cas let out a huge breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, releasing all his pent up anger and tension as he did so. He leaned his head back against the wall where the glass should have been for the window, his head bumping the plaster with a light thump!, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
Immediately, Lonta shot up outta bed and said something about their being in real tight with a new crimelord—and THAT set Cas’s blood to blazing again. Before he could snap at the girl, Eremis spoke up instead. The healer actually had the nerve to suggest that HE be the one to back down from Belald’s offer!!
“Are you outta your raking mind?” he shouted, his voice seeming to come from nowhere in the somewhat quiet little room. He hopped off the windowsill and walked towards Eremis, who was staring up at him from his chair with wide, blue eyes. “What the fuck is the matter with you?” he snapped, still yelling. “You want ME to turn him down? You think I’d be making the greater sacrifice by telling him no? Huh? Is that what you think, Eremis? Cause if that’s what you think, then FINE!!”
His anger turned physical, and with that one word he grabbed the rickety little table and hurled it sidewise, sending the wine bottle, glasses, and plates smashing to the floor. Eremis flinched a bit, and the girl in the bed was staring at him as if he’d gone nuts, but he didn’t care. It took a helluva lot to get him this mad, and it would take an equal amount to calm him down again.
“What the fuck do I care what you think anyway?" he continue with a snarl. "What do I care what anybody thinks, huh? Fine, I’ll tell the asshole no, and you can go screw his raking brains out if that’s what you want! Fuck him till the rich son of a bitch has to beg you to stop for all I care. Because Cassius Incubus don’t work for NOBODY, no matter how much he pays me. I’m NO man’s servant, no man’s stepping stone, no man’s cock-licking twice-fucked little SLAVE, you hear me? I follow my rules, and my rules only!”
He paced the floor a couple times, reaching out to violently kick at a shard of glass with his bare foot a couple times. He didn’t even notice the blood on his toes and heels, he was so damned angry.
“So what is it, Eremis?” he finally asked, pausing before his friend. “Go on, you can tell me, just what the hell is it about him? It’s not like we need the money. If we did, you wouldn’t think it was so gods damned dangerous for me to make an easy two hundred gold by stealing a lousy ring from some fat rich kid’s finger.” He took a step closer, his arms crossed now as he stared hard into the eyes of his friend. “The only thing I can figure out is maybe you WANT to go to him. Maybe you LIKE it or something. Why else, Eremis, huh? Tell me, cause I wanna know. What makes you cower and simper and fall all over you fucking self before that piss-blooded asshole when you act like you’d rather stab yourself with own dagger instead of paint a raking picture or heal a little whoring street bitch like Lonta over there?”
“Hey!” Lonta piped up, but he ignored her, the blood slowly seeping through his toes as he stood on the broken glass on the floor. He could almost feel his anger pumping through his blood, and, to tell the truth, it actually scared him a bit. He’d never really been quite this angry in a long time, and now that he was, he honestly didn’t know what to do with himself.
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