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Theon knew he was taking too long because Ramsay kept pacing down the hallway and around the dining room. He rubbed the back of his neck and huffed.
After flushing the toilet he gingerly opened the bathroom door and slipped out.
Ramsay was waiting. His fingers tapped against his shoulder impatiently. “I guess you don’t want to watch the fucking movie.”
“What? Yeah, I do.”
“Then you’re just avoiding me.”
Theon smiled his shy guilty little smile.
Ramsay was about to smack it off his narrow manipulative face when Reek wrapped his thin arms around Ramsay’s chest. He always knew what to do now, it was infuriating.
Ramsay clicked his fingers when Reek stayed standing.
“Don’t you want a drink first?”
Oh yeah. “Hurry up. You can lay under my feet if you can’t stay fucking still.” He could barely pay attention to the gorgeous scene in front of him. He could never make a crime scene that clean and artistic. These shows don’t take into account how quickly you have to get out. Still, it was nice to watch. A stupid fantasy. “You have to see what he did to that bitch, Reek.”
Reek brought him his drink and barely groaned from the back of his throat.
“Baby.”
"I'm not a baby," Reek protested softly.
The drink was good. “Come here.” Ramsay yanked Reek down onto the couch and smacked his ass a few times. “Stay.” Reek squirmed against him and rubbed his crooked nose under Ramsay’s chin. “No. No playtime for you.”
Reek hummed a little like he could get away with this shit.
“Bad boy,” Ramsay growled, smiling but Reek couldn’t see. “Watch the movie.”
“It’s a show.”
“Shut your fucking face, brat. Oh-ho shit! Look at THAT, Reek!”
“Ugh.” He fought Ramsay to roll back into his chest, away from the screen.
“Don’t hide!” Ramsay laughed. He started tickling, pinching and smacking his stupid giggling boy. “Look! Look! Ohhhh! That’s his fucking brain, Reek!” He made slurping sounds and gnawed at Reek’s skull.
Reek giggled and whined until he gasped and shot up suddenly. “Shit!” His face was completely pale as though he’d broken some major rule. Only Reek didn’t do that anymore. At least, he hadn’t in so long it was hard to imagine. They were too old and settled now.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He tried to flee again. He looked sick. He was about to cry. It was so fucking confusing.
“Stop. Running. Away.” Ramsay grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled him back. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“I have to… please, I’m sorry! I have to… I want to put my pajamas on.”
“What the fuck are you babbling about? Why are you crying?”
“I’m not!”
“You’re shaking.” Ramsay sat up on the couch and tightened his grip as Reek flailed about. “Why are you panicking?” He was blushing terribly now and the ice hot rage boiling up in Ramsay’s chest slowly began to cool. That’s when he finally saw it. “Oh, baby!” He started laughing so hard that Reek was able to slip away. “Reek! Was it that scary?”
The bedroom door slammed.
“Reek!” Ramsay tried to sound stern but it was hard when he kept laughing. He twisted around to pop his back then groaned and hopped off the couch.
“Hey.”
Reek was naked, sniffling and shoving his clothes in the hamper.
“Puppy…”
“Don’t make fun of me. I’m sorry. I have to… I need a shower, please.” He stood holding the hamper looking around indecisively.
“No. Why are you crying?”
Reek shook his head. “We should have locks on the doors.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not crying. I have to-” he dropped before he could finish and rolled on the carpet, holding his face.
“There. Now you’re crying.”
He was. Theon couldn’t stop and curled up trying to hide. “I’m sorry.”
Ramsay smiled and knelt down. “Shh. You didn’t get it on me, baby.”
“I’m scared,” Theon whispered just before his wrists were pinned to the floor.
“Yeah!” Ramsay laughed and sat on his hips. “Apparently. Give me a kiss, you little pussy.”
Ramsay didn’t understand. “I’m scared. Take me out. For a drive? Please?"