He expects to be dismissed. That this is the end of everything. All because of a temper tantrum with a man who shouldn't have been involved or acknowledged in the first place. But he had nobody to blame but himself. And once again, he was at risk of losing Luci forever. Just like during Christmas when he'd tried to explain the hallucination during the chase for the hero dogs. Or before when he'd innocuously revealed his new name.

But Luci didn't care about those things or those excuses. He took it as a sign of him lacking in his devotion. And Paxton had never intended to make him feel that way. He barely heard Luci but he's quiet, not trying to make any noise or movement that may piss off the artist even further. So as he moved to grab his things and make himself scarce he almost missed Luci's words. "I don't." he stated, unsure how to proceed. He turned to look into the kitchen, carefully moving closer to watch Luci sip out of his glass.

Not many lights are on but he can still see the steely glint in his eyes. He tries not to cower, but if he was afraid of anybody in this world it wasn't his family's killer or the DRK Triad. It was luciano fisk . "I was going to my own apartment. I didn't think you'd want me skulking around in yours." he said, keep his tone low. After a beat longer of watching him drink.

"You're upset." An observation.

"I don't want to bother you." A suggestion.

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ooc: luciano fisk | post holiday party back in january 2024 lmao

His taunting stings, but its not undeserved. He knew he was the one in the wrong here.

Paxton had half a mind to sit silently and take, but that would probably make Luciano even angrier. He needed to explain it better, articulate it further. But then the sound of a glass shattering breaks his concentration and he's like a deerling in headlights as the artist stomps over and towers over him. The Fisk forces him to look up into chilling blues, grip tight as he had no intention of letting Paxton writhe out of this one. He knows it the minute Luci uses his alias, his new name, instead of the old one he so much adored.

What happens next is unpredictable. Sure, Paxton and Luci had said they liked each other but not much more. He understood the nature of their relationship through yearning looks and murmured praise. Paxton indulged the artist in whatever he was willing to give. And whatever he asked of Paxton- of Concord- he would happily give. He had never wanted someone more than luciano fisk . Even after believing he'd never see him again- that all they'd had was a heated kiss after a drunken party.

And here he was, fucking it all up. Luci's words light a fire in his heart and then crush him under the mountains of guilt he held. How could he be so careless with him? A man that could easily break him into a thousand pieces? He's not even sure he could recover from that. Not Luci.

His head thrums with the man's words.

Special person.

Precious.

WHORE.

When would he stop getting in his own way? His eyebrows knit together as Luci gets closer and he opens his mouth to apologize- console him. Anything to soothe the hurt and betrayal he had felt. Because it really hadn't ever meant a goddamn thing to him- that kiss. And he tried to tell him as much. That is was his temper flaring. That it was him calling a bluff. That he only had eyes for him. But when he opens his mouth, when he dares utter "Luci..." to explain and comfort, the man silences him.

Heat shoots through his spine. He raises a hand to grip Luci's arm, not wanting to fall as his knees began to shake. His eyes flutter closed, unable and unwilling to focus on anything other than Luci's lips on his. He kisses him back, hot, desperate. The words 'I'm sorry.' pressed into every kiss, every touch, and every breath he had.

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ooc: luciano fisk | post holiday party back in january 2024 lmao

His taunting stings, but its not undeserved. He knew he was the one in the wrong here.

Nothing he said would appease Luci. No matter how he pleaded, or what sound explanation he had it wouldn't work. And right now, they were beyond that point anyway. He shrank under the artist, as he usually did., allowing the Fisk to overtake him. He bumped into the wall, barely noticing the force of it all as a hanging decoration shifted slightly away from the pair. Luciano pulls away for a few seconds and Paxton's breaths are quick, trying to catch up before his lover destroys his shirt.

Mother of pearl buttons clink on tile and roll into plush luxurious carpet. He's flushed from exertion, from the attention. A shiver runs down his spine as Luciano pressed closer. Paxton has a moment of clarity as Luci talks down to him again and he wonders if it's fucked up when he starts to enjoy it. He realized there's a fury there, yes. But some synapse in his brain makes the connection when Luci tells it to his face. He's jealous.

Which is insane to even consider. Because while yes, he had told Luci he meant everything to him and Luci has responded the same in turn. Yes Luci had just called him precious. But the notion doesn't stick in his brain. So low is Paxton's mental position of himself in Luciano's life that the idea doesn't seem real. Insecurity every time Paxton had to do something, be somewhere.

He never wanted to hurt Luci. He never wanted to do anything but love him, really. But the anger of it all, made him feel so wanted even if it was just to prove a point.

Luci doesn't give him time to answer, his tongue working so much slower than the neurons in his brain telling him to fix this, to soothe him. But the sculptor is on a fucking war path. And when he feels his lips trailing down his chest the memory of something beautiful comes back to mind as he lets out a shaky breath in response, voice pitching higher and his shoulders tensed upwards, feeling sparks across his skin. "Pl-please Luci..."

"Please make me look at you."

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ooc: luciano fisk | post holiday party back in january 2024 lmao whore era