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"Was there something else you were wanting to ask?" Hani says, with a sly, teasing glint in his eyes, and Roger – he can't be offering what Roger's thinking because – because – and Roger can't think of a good reason because suddenly all the want he's been trying to pretend isn't this close to ruling him is flooding his veins.
"No, Hani pasha," he says, and fuck there's a tremble in his voice that wasn't there a moment ago, and he knows how that sounds, he knows what Ed has said to him when his voice does that, what it does to people, and he didn't mean to, but Hani is standing, his eyes harder than a moment ago, cooler and crueler.
"Shall I ask again?" Hani says, low, cold, as he invades Roger's personal space, too close, too much, and he should be backing away but he's not, simply tilting his head back keep his own wide eyes on Hani's, breath coming a little too quickly in his chest. Hani stops, bare inches separating them, head bowed above Roger's.
"Or will you lie to me again?"
Roger would shake his head, but he can't move, caught by that gaze. "I think," Hani says, "I will kind, my dear, and not give you the option of lying." Roger opens his mouth, and Hani swiftly presses a finger to his lips.
Replaces them with his own lips, briefly, there and hard and oh god more please for seconds before he pulls back. Whispers, lips brushing Roger's, his eyes filling Roger's vision. "Never lie to me."
Steps back, and Roger gasps, loudly, shaking.