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Two of a Kind 3

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Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; manipulation; criminal behaviour; written for smut, just being honest.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. It features dark!Ransom Drysdale and dark!Modern Charles Blackwood. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Ransom and Charles are partner’s in crime but they’re looking for some pleasure after years of business.

Note: I was wandering through my Google docs today...

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Saturday! It came after a Friday night with sparse sleep. You spend the day trying to focus on your textbooks and wandering around the house, too restless to sit still as each time you do, your phone buzzes. It’s him.

Ransom’s been texting since your first date. He even sent you a good morning picture in just a towel. You hid the screen from your mother before she could see it over your plate of unfinished toast. You keep looking at it and guiltily closing the chat. You’ve never seen anyone built like him outside the movies. You were agog and a whole mess waiting for your second date.

Only a couple hours and you’re anxious as heck, flipping through a closet full of stuffy clothes. You always dress for comfort as you gave up on being noticed long ago. Still, the faded jeans were cute but cozy and the little flowered top looks okay under the thin cardigan.

You kept checking yourself in the mirror. Your hair isn’t half-bad and the mascara and gloss is enough to make you feel more than plain. Your mother is just as excited. Probably more relieved after years of solitary in what should be the best of your youth.

Ransom texts when he’s on his way. You really can’t stay still. You grab your purse and wait by the door. You peek at the picture again. A sudden paralysis overcomes you. What if he wants to see you like that? What if he wants to do more than that? You just had your first kiss days ago, you didn’t know how much further you could go. Or should go.

Like a few nights before, you wait by the door. Your mother is getting ready to go out herself. You hear her gabbing on the phone with Lindsay, her friend since she was your age. That makes you glum to think you didn’t have your own Lindsay, that you might never find a friend like that.

You shrug off the thought and fix your glass as you squint through the textured glass of the front door. Maybe Ransom would still be there in twenty years? It’s a bit much to expect on a second date so you don’t let that hope flicker too high.

The silver car pulls up outside, sending a cloud into the frigid air as it shifts into park sharply. Before you can open the door, your phone vibes, ‘here’. You smile and call back to your mother.

“I’m out, mum,” you grab your purse and shove your phone inside, “see ya later.”

“Be safe. Tell that boy to drive slow,” she appears at the top of the stairs, “it’s icy out there.”

“Okay, mom,” you shake your head.

“You might be home before me,” she says as she comes down the steps, “Lindsay wants to do a pub crawl… sometimes I think she really believes we’re still twenty one.”

“Well, have fun,” you grin, “oh, and be safe.”

“Silly,” she tuts, “go.”

You spin and let yourself out into the blustery cold. You hug your unzipped jacket around you and rush down the walk to the car. You hear the lock click back as you approach and you open it to a cloud of warm air as Ransom turns down the music.

“Brrr,” you fall into the seat and rub your hands together, “hi!”

“Babe,” he winks and reaches across the divide between your seats, latching onto the back of your neck as he pulls you towards him. You gasp as his lips meet yours and he kisses you hungrily. You grasp his arm and squeeze until he finally releases you, “missed you. You miss me?”

“Um, yeah,” you answer breathless, “uh…” you fumble for your seatbelt as your cheeks scald, “I’m excited.”

“Good, baby,” he purrs as he shifts into gear, “I got a special night planned.”

👄

Ransom can’t help but smirk to himself as he steers casually with one hand, his other slithering into the unsuspecting lap of the girl. She squeaks but doesn’t stop him. He likes that about her. She’s too shy to say no. He has to give Charles credit, he has a good eye for the hopeless.

That morning, he sent her a spicy picture, sure to get his best angle but hadn’t had any luck in getting her to return the favour. Well, he’ll have more than enough time that night to get some good pics.

He plays with the seam of her jeans as she squirms. He notices how she squeezes her purse, nervously leaning back in the seat as she stares out through the windshield. She’s frozen, helpless, exactly what they want.

As he pulls up beside the house, he retracts his touch and stops right before the garage. He twists the ignition and slides the keys out as she unclicks her seat belt. She hesitates, waiting until he gets out before she does the same. Oh yes, she is the perfect little follower.

He waits for her on the driver’s side and takes her hand as she nears. Once more, the surprise bats her lashes and she lets him guide her to the side door. He releases her to pull back the screen door and he jingles his keys before he finds the right one. The cold nips through his out of season jacket and he impatiently pushes inside.

She trails him, stopping on the mat as she looks around. He steps out of his wet leather boots and she sheds her own lined rubber ones, almost childish in their ducklike quality. She waits for him to take the next steps. Too easy.

He looks her over as she shyly crosses her arms, “you look so sexy, babe.”

“What? I...?” She rubs the back of her neck, “thanks.”

He grins and taps her nose playfully then leads her through to the living room as he strips off his jacket and turns back to take her own. He hangs them by the front door as a hint of citrus wafts through the air. Charles is there, somewhere, waiting to make his entrance.

“Sit, sit,” he waves to the couch as she hovers nervously at the edge of the rug. Her gaze curiously wanders around the room, the bookcase with its untouched spines and brass ornaments. “I’ll make us some drinks.”

“Oh, uh, okay,” she shuffles over to the couch and lowers herself onto the edge, teetering there as her eyes continue to explore. “Drinks?” She blinks and glances at him briefly before receding into her usual bashful avoidance, “I don’t… do you have cranberry juice?”

He laughs but tries to soften the hint of derision. She’s so fucking dumb. He leans on the doorframe, “I can make you something sweet, babe, don’t worry. Why don’t you look for something to watch?”

“Oh,” she doesn’t argue. He knows she won’t because she hasn’t so far. When he asked her out, when he kissed her, when he was feeling her up in the car… “okay, thanks.”

He leaves as she finds the remote on the low glass table across from the couch. He goes back into the kitchen, taking out the old bottle of vodka from the freezer and the bottle of Coke. Charles really thought ahead when he got the orange soda, the Coke won’t soften the flavour enough, not for her.

He mixes the drinks lazily over ice. Her voice piques from the next room as he drags his feet. She really is pathetic, he finds it hard to be so patient when he could just hold her down and—

Ransom grabs the drinks and enters the living room. The girl has her hands to her cheeks as she nearly hides behind her fingers. Charles casually stands in only a towel, brazenly swaggering across the room.

“Hey, I didn’t think you were still here,” Ransom begins the act.

“Ah, shit, you know Nick, he always has something better going on,” Charles smirks, “I was just getting to know your… date.”

“I…” she drags her hands down and rocks with a nervous smile, “I didn’t know you had a roommate.”

“I didn’t think he’d be here,” Ransom sniffs as he crosses the room and places the glasses on coasters, “sorry.”

“You don’t mind if I crash your movie night,” Charles interjects, “since I got canceled on, isn’t much else to do.”

The girl looks at Ransom expectantly. She wants him to say no, to give some excuse. Charles' hand rests on the knot of his towel, low as it gives a peek of his pelvis. She can’t even look in his direction as she fidgets.

“Sure, I guess,” Ransom shrugs, “you don’t mind, do you, babe?”

Her eyes round and she blanches. She nods and stares at her lap, “no, I don’t mind… it’s your place.”

“Good girl,” Ransom flops onto the couch beside her and slings his arm over her shoulder, “Charlie, go get something on, I don’t need you dangling around here.”

“Hey,” Charles chuckles with a playful look at the girl as she tries not to see him, “right, company.”

He leaves as Ransom feels her trembling, almost vibrating against him. She sits frozen, no doubt mortified by the encounter. He takes the remote from her limp hand and flicks through the menu, “what kinda movies you like, baby?”

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