[Gift] [Lucien]: Rules

Orryn laughs freely, and happily. “Vice. You really are too much. You’re as humorous as ever. To think you’re some big bad mafia guy now, yet you can still have that childish side to you.” he says, leaning gently on the other’s arm. Vice himself smirks and raises the teacup to his lips to take a sip. “Oh please,” he says with amusement. “You are but an easily captivated audience.”

He reaches over and takes the teapot to pour Orryn more tea when suddenly, the door bursts open.

“Please, Sir! He’s busy! You really need to secure an appointment with him first!” Vice’s secretary calls out, trying to stop the whirlwind named Lucien from barging into the room. But alas. It was too late as Lucien was now standing there, hands on his waist, looking rather…. Surprised at the two in front of him, as if he had caught them in a secret dealing.

“Oh. Lucien.” Vice says with a disinterested expression. “No debts to settle today. I’m busy.” Orryn is just quiet, looking from one man to the other. There was definitely some tension here. “Well. Maybe that's my cue. I think I’ll be heading out. Thank you for the tea, Vice.” he says, gently placing his own teacup down. He turns to Vice and smiles pleasantly, then leans forward and gives him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

Lucien’s eyes widened slightly at the act. A frown tugs at the corner of his mouth. Tch. Who the fuck was this.

Vice tugs on Orryn’s sleeve slightly. “No, don’t go.” he says with an uncharacteristic gentleness to the tone. It made Lucien sick. These two fuckers over here really playing house, huh? Lucien clears his throat, and strides into the room, keeping his eyes on Orryn.

“Busy. How could you be busy, he was just leaving.” he says coldly. Orryn tilts his head curiously at the statement but turns to Vice, waiting to see his reply.

“I will always make time for Orryn.” Vice says simply, watching Lucien with a stone faced expression. “Always. But you, on the other hand…” He gets up, towering over the smaller man.

“You need to set appointments. You need to follow my rules.” He reaches over to grab Lucien roughly by the front of his shirt. “Understand…?”

Lucien swallows, feeling the envy bubble in him. Unfair. This was all just so unfair.

“Yes.” he replies dryly.

“Yes what.”

Lucien swallows.

“Yes sir.”