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With his order given and the waitress gone, Billy checked his phone, and noting it was from Ladon, expected something entirely different than what he got. His mischievous look ebbed away, and he sighed. Honestly, it was only a bit of paper. Even if it had managed to hit his eye, it would far from blind him. Ladon should know his aim to be better than that anyway.

If anyone had missed their mark this time, it would be Ladon, who seemed to have the wrong idea. Did he want to see more Wolframite than Ladon? No. The last thing he wanted was to have the Negaverse creep in to their civilian lives any more than it already did. He merely wanted a good roughing up and to be dominated in the bedroom from time to time.

Billy quickly texted back a 'whatever' before tossing his phone the the side and taking a grudging sip of his drink.

Billy's words were, unexpectedly to him, soft, but not without a bit of bittersweet in there too, "What, you don't trust me? You think I'd intentionally cause you harm, permanent or otherwise?" He kept his tone quiet enough so that no one else could listen in.

"I was being light-hearted. Or trying, anyway." Billy largely just seemed disappointed. He was hurt, and moreover not used to the feeling. "M'sorry."

In the end, Billy never really had learned how to play, it seemed.

Billy sighed, and sat back a bit, adopting that careless, aloofness that he often held. "You weren't joking, I know that much. What I don't know is why you felt the need to involve work in to things." He took another sip of his coke.

Really, he didn't exactly know just what was going through Ladon's head with all that, or what notions had gotten twisted up. But at least Now Billy was trying to let what had happened roll off, which was good. No point in dwelling on things and let it ruin the day.

Well, time to fix that little miscommunication.

"Hardly. Do I find it attractive when you're kicking a** and taking names? Yes. But work is work and it stays work and out of our every day normal lives." He paused, letting the harsh opinion sink in for a moment. The Negaverse was a slightly touchy thing for him - he resented how much it had stolen from Ladon.

"I'll put it in fewer words this time; All I want, is everything that I am not, when it comes to the bedroom." He got that mischievous look, "got the picture?"

He could, literally, paint the picture if Ladon needed it. He was sure he had the canvas and paints somewhere....

It was further emphasis on their complementary duality - black and gray, green and pink, light and dark. Billy was always very warm, passionate, sensuous and gentle with Ladon. He wanted frenzy, desperate need, and raw unbridled lust. Of course, this might have also developed thanks to some early-morning choke-outs before Billy learned that waking Ladon up with kisses and roaming hands wasn't always such a good idea, but he was hooked on the thrill. Good going.

"But hey - I'll give you points for trying," Billy reached out and ruffled Ladon's hair.

He realized now that in their former conversation about such things that Billy might have gotten a bit too wordy, and things got lost in the sea of words. Billy was good at words, though sometimes he forgot to throw a lifeline for others.

"Pfft. Honestly, I'm just good at making it seem like I know what I'm doing." Casual admittance to novice. "I play it by ear, taking note of what works and what doesn't.. Intuition." Shrug. "I've not been with as many people as you'd think."

He wasn't sure how to explain it....

"If it helps, I'll get together some homework for you," Billy chuckled. Surely he could find some videos somewhere or something or.... Well, maybe if he thought on it he could come up with a situation that would put Ladon in the right moodset. That would be more Billy's style. Manipulation. But it would be manipulation done with love. ;<

"Anyway, Waffle House isn't exactly the place to hash out our bedroom activities." It hadn't been on his to-do list, anyway.

"No. Grandmother had a dog, but he was no pet. Purely a working dog for the ranch."

The only times inf his childhood worth remembering were the years his grandmother was alive; Living with her on the ranch with the horses. Horses - he may have only been seven the last time he rode one, but it wasn't something you easily forget. But then his parents came back and decided they wanted to raise him, despite seven years of abandonment. Two years later his grandmother died. Then everything fell apart. Well...his mother had always been a useless sack of s**t, but then his father - son of his grandmother - just completely gave up. His mother turned their own house in to her own personal 'business.'... said business being the exchange of sex and drugs.

All in all it was no wonder Billy became who he was. It was some ******** up childhood.

"Just the horses and the dog. My grandmother broke horses for a living. Well," he shifted, "that's what people brought 'em there for anyway, She always said breaking a horse left it with no soul, no spirit. Instead she did somethin' that...gentled them or something like that. It's what kept people comin' back. They said it was some gypsy magic or something." With a small chuckle Billy took a sip of his drink.

"No denying she kept to the family's roots in that. As for my hat, it's the last thing she gave me before my so-called parents took me back after leaving me there for her to raise me my whole life. She died a few years after that. But living on the ranch was the only part of my childhood I care to remember. There's no freedom like riding on the back of a half-wild horse. Power and freedom."

At least he had that.

"Anyway, why didn't you go with your dad? Seems a little odd for siblings to split like that - ever switch on weekends or anything?"

Honestly, Billy still didn't know where things stood with Ladon's mom and their relationship...let alone what Ladon's dad would have to say about it.