#int -> roland. 04.

[rhysdasiorarchive]

closed starter for @councillor-roland

This wasn’t an event Rhys was thrilled to have to attend. If his presence wasn’t a mandatory requirement for the sake of maintaining the magical barrier and keeping a watchful eye over the collars until the time came to activate the negation of the abilities on display, it was safe to say that Rhys would rather happily be anywhere other than here. He’d never seen the appeal of violence for the sake of violence and this tournament was a prime example of all he despised. The only small plus side to any of it was that some of the participants – namely the slaves – were given a chance to let off a little steam and flourish with their abilities restored. Other than that, Rhys saw little need for celebration or even the slightest investment of interest. 

Rhys paid little attention to the fights themselves, only occasionally checking in to ensure everything was as it should be in terms of maintaining the required level of security and safeguarding. Letting his gaze flicker curiously around the crowd, it didn’t take long for him to spot Roland revelling in every second of the brutality on display. Of course he’d be enjoying it; that hardly came as a surprise. As expected, he’d also gone above and beyond in terms of the wardrobe choice and Rhys stifled a laugh to himself. Not one of mocking but sheer adoration. He looked stunning, to put it simply, not that Rhys had expected any less. From the looks of it, the entire council had decided to doll themselves up for the tournament. Sparing a final glance towards the ring to check that all was as it should be in such circumstances, Rhys shrugged off the last of his apprehension and teleported up to Roland’s booth to settle beside him with an indignant huff. ��At least one of us seems to be getting into the spirit of things. Do I even want to know how much money you’ve sunk into your bets?”

[spy-in-the-house]

This Griessmühle BLN located heavy assault Psycho Thrill Cologne TECHNO throw-back from 2014!

PSYCHO THRILL [@] TALKING MACHINES BLN 08082014

08-08-2014: Another typical club mix in a pure Psycho Thrill CGN vein, played by Claus Bachor for “TALKING MACHINES” at GRIESSMUEHLE / Berlin. SRY here for a few slight rumbles due to a skippy turntable and a partially distorted monitoring which accounts either for some of the “lil'skips” during the mix. However, it used to be a huge night due to the brilliant audience hangin’ out there - movin’ into any direction on the cutting edge of Techno -, the super nice work by the “Talking Machines” promoters and the very cool atmosphere of the whole “Griessmuehle” club as well.

FULL TRACK-LISTING feat. 53 Vinyl-Only tracks by 

01 VELVIT: Chic Anatomy [ A-side from Exit Records | S.T.Holdings Ltd.Distr. UK Promo-10” ] 02 PIP WILLIAMS: Analog Sequencer [A1-track from “Analog Sequences” SHAMELESS TOADY 007 | Veto Music Distr. UK 12" ] 03 DREXCIYA: Dr. Blowfin’s Black Storm Stabilizing Spheres [ B1-track from “Harnessed The Storm” Tresor Records 181LP | EFA Distr. EU 2xPromo-12" ] 04 PEVERELIST & HODGE:  Bells _ Dream Sequence [B-side from Punch Drunk 031 | S.T.Holdings Ltd.Distr. UK  12"] 05 LIIT [PABLO MATEO & S.HOFFMANN]: Islando [ B-side from “Lungo Islando EP” Lack Records 002  | DNP Distr. EU Promo-12” ] 06 FRED P: Ram [ A-side from “Fred P / Kai Alce” Finale Select 001 / Final Sessions UK | Veto Music Distr.  UK 12" ] 07 SIGHA: Purita [ B1-track from “Living With Ghosts” Hot Flush Recordings LP 009 | S.T.Holdings Ltd.Distr. UK  2x12" ] 08 L’ESTASI DELL’ORO: Dichotomous Life [ A-side from Flaneur Audio 005 | Hard Wax Distr. US GL-12" ] 09 ANDREAS GEHM: Fade To Spring [ A2-track from “Watch Them” Chiwax 011 | DBH Music Distr. EU Promo-12" ] 10 MODULA & THANKSMATE: State Of Mind [ B1-track from “Behind The Shapes EP” Rawax Ltd. 006 | DBH Music Distr. EU Promo-12” ] 11 CON-FUSION KIDDZZ [RON TRENT & ANTHONY NICHOLSON]: Stresskill _ Anger Mix [ A-side from Prescription Records 123 | Cajual Distr. US Promo-12" ] 12 PSYANCE [RON ALLEN]: The Answer [ A-side from Plus 8 Records 8038 | Intellinet Distr. CAN Promo-12" ] 13 STASIS [STEVE PICKTON]: Space 1993 _ Unbroken Dub Remix [ B-side from Only One Music 005 | DBH Music Distr. EU Promo-12" ] 14 SILVER SHOWER [IAN POOLEY]: Ice Fractions 2-2 [ A2-track from “Ice Fractions 2” Plus 8 Records 8061 | Intellinet  Distr. CAN Promo-12" ] 15 THE KVB [BURMA CAMP]: I Only See The Lights _ Shifted Version [A2-track from “Immaterial Visons Remixes”  Citi Trax 009| Complete Distr. US  WL-12” ] 16 FUNCTION [DAVID SUMNER]: Disaffected [A-side from “Anticipation” Sandwell District 010  |  Hard Wax Distr. UK WL-12" ] 17 THE MAGHREBAN [DR. ZYGOTE]: Amok Time [ A-side from Zoot Records 007 | Hard Wax Distr. UK 12" ] 18 LUKE SLATER: She Showed Me Heaven _ L.B.Dub Corp Remix [ B-side  from Mote-Evolver 010 | NEWS Distr. UK 2x-12" ] 19 MORGANISTIC [LUKE SLATER]: Leaf [ C1-track from “Fluids Amniotic” Input Neuron Musique LP 001 | EFA Distr. UK Promo-2x12" ] 20 PAUL WOOLFORD: Pandemonium _ Norman Nodge Remix [ B-side from Intimacy Plate 001 | Hard Wax UK 12" ] 21 PLANETARY ASSAULT SYSTEMS [LUKE SLATER]: Booster [ A-side from Peacefrog Records 029 | EFA Distr. UK Promo- 12" ] 22 LEONEL CASTILLO: Deep Blue [ A-Side  from “Deep Blue EP��� Sushitech 024 | WAS Distr. EU 2x12" ] 23 RON MANEY [aka DJ SKULL]: Reconstruction [ A2-track from “2 Entities” Relief Reco0rds 761 | Cajual Distr. US Promo-12" ]  24 TENSAL [HECTOR SANDOVAL]: Aa2 [ A2-track from “Tensal2” Tensal 002 | Intergroove Distr. ESP 12” ] 25 THEMIS [NAIL TOLLIDAY]: Your Round [ A-side from Ideal Trax T-011 | EFA Distr. UK Promo-12" ] 26 HALCYON [COLIN MCBEAN]: Tribal Imbalanced Messed With … [ B2-track from Halcyon Daze 002 | Sonic Groove Distr. US Promo-12" ] 27 UNKNOWN ARTIST: Saver 56 [ A-side from Delirium DELS 95072 | Delirium Distr. EU 7" ] 28 AIR LIQUIDE: Zeitgeber [ A1-track from “Stroboplastics” Harvest 12P 519477 | EMI Distr. EU 2x12" ] 29 333 [PAUL SLATER] vs. FRED EX [FRED GIANELLI]: Burst [ A-side from “Backbreaker EP” Telepathic Recordings PSI-030 BS | Sonic Groove Distr. US Promo-12" ] 30 BORAI [BORIS ENGLISH]: Midnight Run [ B-side from Tasteful Nudes 003| WAS Distr. US WL-12" ] 31 FORWARD STRATEGY GROUP [Al MATTHEWS & PATRICK WALKER]: A Marvel [ A-side from “Levity” M-Records Ltd. 021 | Intergroove Distr. ITA 12" ] 32 THE NOISEMAKER [RICARDO PIOVESIAN]: Interface [ B1-track from Silent Steps Records 009| Intergroove Distr. FRA 12” ] 33 HODGE : Resolve [ A-side from Punch Drunk 033 | S.T.Holdings Ltd.Distr. UK  12" ] 34 UNTOLD [JACK DUNNING]: I Can’t Stop This Feeling [ B-side from Hemlock Recordings  006 | S.T.Holdings Ltd.Distr. UK  12" ] 35 HODGE: Amor Fati [ A-side from Dnuos Ytivil 699 | S.T.Holdings Ltd.Distr. UK  12" ]   36 THE 65D MAVERICKS [NICK DUNTON & RICHARD POLSON]: Estrangement Of The Past _ Surgeon Remix [ B-side from Surface Ltd. 003 | Rubadub Distr. UK 12" ] 37 JAMES RUSKIN: Return _ Regis Remix [ A-side from Blueprint Ltd. 002 | Neuton Distr. UK Promo-12" ] 38 TROLLIN DWARF [ROLAND CASPER]: Play Hooky [ A-side from Jakpot 009 | Intellinet  Distr. US Promo-12" ] 39 SDX: D3 [ B1-track from Reference 005 | Hard Wax Distr. UK 12" ] 40 MURAT [MURAT GOKSEL]: Pilgrimage B2 [ B2-track from “Pilgrimage” Method 11:11 005 | EFA Distr. UK Promo-2x12"] 41 SDX: D4 [ B2-track from Reference 005 | Hard Wax Distr. UK 12" ] 42 JEFF MILLS: i9  [ B-side from Axis Records 015 (1) | Axis Records US-Promo-12” ] 43 JEFF MILLS: “The” part 3 [ B1-track from “See The Light” Prt.3 Axis 038 | Axis Records US-Promo-12” ] 44 JEFF MILLS: Clark [ A1-track from Axis 019FV (1) | Axis Records US-Promo-BL-12” ] 45 JEFF MILLS: “Light” part 3 [ B1-track from “See The Light” Prt.3 Axis 038 | Axis Records US-Promo-12” ] 46 JEFF MILLS: B2F-7 [ B2-track from Axis 019FV (1) | Axis Records US-Promo-BL-12” ] 47 JEFF MILLS: Vertical [ B2-track from Axis 008 (1) | Axis Records US-Promo-BL-12” ] 48 DJ QU: Eden [ A side from Ygrec 002 | Underground Gallery Distr. JAP Promo-12” ] 49 ARCHITECTURAL [JUAN RICO]: Untitled B [ B-side from Architectural 005 | Rubadub Distr. ESP 12” ] 50 ARCHITECTURAL [JUAN RICO]: Untitled A2 [ A-side from Architectural 003 | Rubadub Distr. ESP 12” ] 51 RENNIE FOSTER: Call The Sun [ B1-track from Soiree Rec. Int. 158 | DNP Distr. US Promo-12” ] 52 FUNCTION: Variance 1 [ A-side from Sandwell District 013 | Hard Wax Distr. UK WL-12” ] 53 KEITA SANO: She Was The One [ B-side from “People Are Changing” Mister Saturday Night Records 010 | Complete Distr. US 12” ]//

This club-mix also contains parts from UNDERGROUND RESISTANCE: Kill My Radio Station _ Acapella by Mark Floyd [ B-side from UR7-072 | Submerge Distr. / Detroit Threads US 7" ]

More info and sounds from Claus Bachor/ Psycho Thrill Cologne/ SpyInTheHouse via LINKTR

[swdbrz]

Som många andra är jag väldigt dålig på att vara ledig, vilket egentligen inte är så konstigt. Det man gör mest blir man också bäst på. Vi fostras i arbetsliv, inte i familjeliv eller fritidsliv

https://handelsnytt.se/2018/09/04/roland-paulsen-varfor-jobbar-vi-mer-i-stallet-fo%CC%88r-mindre/

[rhysdasiorarchive]

Once they were settled properly, Rhys could properly bask in the afterglow as his heartbeat gradually eased itself back to its regular pace and the relaxed sigh that left him was, for the first time in some time, entirely genuine. It took no prompting for him to nestle against Roland as he was effectively cradled against him – it felt as if it were the most natural occurrence, one that required no thought at all, as if it were innate. Dangerous territory, all things considered. Yet, in the midst of his daze, Rhys couldn’t bring himself to be concerned by such a line of thought. If it worked, it worked. There was no need to attach a label to anything. Or, at least, that’s what he’d tell himself once he’d sobered up and settled back into raw reality. The gentle touches against his skin encouraged Rhys’ lazy smile to widen by the slightest degree as he hummed appreciatively against Roland. “Not at all,” Roland knew better than most that Rhys wasn’t ever against speaking his mind if he didn’t agree with something – if any boundaries had been crossed, he wouldn’t have hesitated to speak up. “You were perfect, Ro.” Angling his head up, he caught Roland’s lips in a brief kiss to accentuate his point beyond all doubt. Even if the first half of the evening had been a nightmare to endure, Rhys was glad the second half had more than made up for it. He lifted a hand to rest his palm lightly against Roland’s heart and smiled to himself, indulging in the moment for a heartbeat longer before forcing himself to sit up a little straighter as best he could within Roland’s tender embrace. “C’mon. Let’s get cleaned up. I wanna get into bed and we’re not gonna get any closer to your suite sitting here all night.”

END.

Rhys followed the order very well though Roland knew he'd practically been on the brink anyway. It was to their mutual benefit that he gave the order when he did. He was still experiencing the aftershocks of his own release as Rhys' overtook him and they practically shuddered through it together. When they both seemed to be coming down, Roland let go of Rhys' throat and the death grip on his hand and moved his arms down just to hold Rhys against him and practically hold him up, considering. At the murmur he smiled and chuckled a little. "Indeed. I can be very dedicated to a role when I choose to be." Truth be told, he liked it better that they were tender like this again but it wasn't like he hadn't enjoyed it. Seeing how much Rhys did was worth it. So long as it wasn't every time it was certainly something Roland would be willing to do again. "I'm all right. I'm more concerned about you." He backed them up until he was settled in the office chair again, practically cradling Rhys against him. He brushed his fingers lightly over the cheek he'd slapped and his throat where there would undoubtedly be a bruise, his turn to press gentle kisses to Rhys' skin. "I didn't take it too far, did I?" It hadn't seemed like it and Rhys had given him small assurances during the session but he felt the need to check in anyway. The last thing he wanted to do was really hurt Rhys or push too far past his boundaries.

[spy-in-the-house]

SpyInTheHouse 674 Fm Podcast 011 11272017

This 3hrs (also) video-streamed 674.fm / SpyInTheHouse all.vinyl November-jam (by Claus Bachor / Psycho Thrill Cologne) with featured tracks by Anthony Shakir, Dwele, The Advent, Chaos/ Mark Floyd, The Droyds, Morphology (2), Circadian Rhythms, Underground Resistance , Jean-Loius Huhta, Blake Baxter, Steve Rachmad (2), Fabrizio Lapiani, Sigha (remixed by Wata Igrashi & Function) (2), Akmé, Slam (remixed by Claude Young Jr.), Biochip C, Jeroen Search (4), Laurent Garnier, Cliff Hanger (2), Waajeed (2), Oniris, Delano Smith, Trevino, Broccoli Bros. vs. Righteous Men, Woo York, Roland Casper, Mark N-R-G (remixed by Roland Casper), Opuswerk, Integer, The Dusk, Philus, Echoplex, Murat, Tafkamp, Terrence Dixon, Klankman, Mode Selector, SCB/ Scuba (2), Egyptian Lover, DJ Roach, Rennie Foster, Timeline, John E.Collins, A Number Of Names, Sexual Harrassment, John D. (2), Roy Ayers, Lil'Justin, Drivetrain/ Derrick Thompson, Da Rebels, Funkadelic (remixed by Moodyman) in this mix. TRACK LISTING: 01 ANTHONY 'SHAKE' SHAKIR: Detroit: State Of Mind [ B2-track from “... Waiting For Russell” Frictional Recordings FRCT-008 US Promo-12" | 1998 ] 02 DWELE [ANDWELE GARDNER]: Early Morning [ A-side from “Detroit City” Rara RARA-003 UK 12" | 2004 ] 03 THE ADVENT [CISCO FERREIRA & COLIN McBEAN]: Insight 01 (Level Z) [ B2-track from “Standers” Internal CCCB-10 UK Promo-12" | 1996 ] 04 CHAOS [MARK FLOYD]: Afrogermanic [ A-side from “Crime Report” Underground Resistance UR-021 / Submerge US 12" | 1998 ] 05 THE DROYDS [ANDY CHATTERLEY & RICHARD NORRIS]: All I Ever Wanted [ A1-track from “EP 1” New Religion REG117 UK 12" | 2005 ] 06 MORPHOLOGY [MATTI TORUNEN & MICHAEL DIEKMANN]: Conductive Force [ A1-track from “In Between” Innerspace Records 001 CRO 12" | 2017 ] 07 CIRCADIAN RHYTHMS [CHRISTOPHE DE GROOT]: Insight [ A-side from “Silicon EP” Triad Recordings TRIAD 001/ Elypsia BEL Promo-12" | 1997 ] 08 MORPHOLOGY : Inversium Layer [ A2-track from “In Between” Innerspace Records 001 CRO 12" | 2017 ] 09 JEAN-LOUIS HUHTA: Viva La Differenze! [ A1-track from “Zoat Zingo” Hybrid Productions HP-1017 SWE Promo-10" | 2000 ] 10 UNDERGROUND RESISTANCE: Electronic Warfare _ Vocal Mix [ B1-track from “Electronic Warfare - Designs For Sonic Revolutions” Underground Resistance UR-033 US 12" | 1995 ] 11 DJ NAUGHTY: Boing Bum Tschak [ A-side from “Boing Bum Tschag / Innerwood” International Deejay Gigolo Records Gigolo-001 GER Promo-10" | 1996 ] 12 STEVE RACHMAD: Ubatuba Blues [ B-side from “Neo Classica” Sino SINO-102LP HongKong 3x12" | 2006 ] 13 BLAKE BAXTER: Energizer [ A1-track from “Energizer” Tresor 038 GER Promo-12" | 1996 ] 14 STEVE RACHMAD: My Tikkie Tik [ A1-track from “Neo Classica” Sino SINO-102LP HongKong 3x12" | 2006 ] 15 FABRIZIO LAPIANA: Weaving [ A1-track from “://about blank 002” ://about blank 002 GER 12" | 2017 ] 16 SIGHA [JAMES SHAW]: Black Massing _ Wata Igarashi 'Dusk Falls' Remix [ A1-track from “Metabolism Remixes” TOKEN-077 BEL 12" | 2017 ] 17 AKMÉ: Inner Islands [ A2-track from “://about blank 002” ://about blank 002 GER 12" | 2017 ] 18 SIGHA: Down _ Function Remix [ B1-track from “Metabolism Remixes” TOKEN-077 BEL 12" | 2017 ] 19 JEROEN SEARCH [JEROEN SCHRIJVERSHOF]: Without Abrupt Change [ A2-track from “Continuum EP” Odd Even ODD/EVEN 012 GER 12" | 2017 ] 20 SLAM [ORDE MEIKLE & STUART McMILLAN]: Dark Forces _ Claude Young Jr. Remix [ A2-track from “Dark Forces Remixes” Soma Quality Recordings SOMA-45 UK Promo-12" | 1996 ] 21 JEROEN SEARCH: Quantitative Transitions [ A3-track from “Continuum EP” Odd Even ODD/EVEN 012 GER 12" | 2017 ] 22 BIOCHIP C [MARTIN DAMM]: Quartz [ A2-track from “Cranefly Warriors Vol. 3” Dj.ungle Fever 2002.02 GER Promo-12" | 2002 ] 24 JEROEN SEARCH: Continuous Or Discrete [ B3-track from “Continuum EP” Odd Even ODD/EVEN 012 GER 12" | 2017 ] 25 CLIFF HANGER [DARREN PRICE]: That's How It Is [ A1-track from “That's How It Is” Underwater Records H2O-007 UK Promo-12" | 1998 ] 26 LAURENT GARNIER: The Man With The Red Face [ A-side from F Communications F-119 Romo X FRA Promo-12" | 2000 ] 27 WAAJEED [ROBERT O'BRYANT]: Shango [ A2-track from “SHANGO EP” Dirt Tech Reck DTR-11 / Submerge US 12" | 2017 ] 28 Cliffhanger: Who's Who? [ B1-track from “That's How It Is” Underwater Records H2O-007 UK Promo-12" | 1998 ] 29 WAAJEED [ROBERT O'BRYANT]: Winston’s Midnight Disco [ A1-track from “SHANGO EP” Dirt Tech Reck DTR-11 / Submerge US 12" | 2017 ] 30 ONIRIS [XAVIER JANUARIO]: Hope & Despair [ A-side from “Hope & Despair” Astropolis Records AR-02.2 FRA 12" | 2013 ] 31 DELANO SMITH: On The Run [ A-side from “Detroit Lost Tapes” Sushitech Records SUSH-039 GER 3x12" | 2017 ] 32 TREVINO [MARCUS KAYE]: Spin Away [ B1-track from “Tactical Manoeuvre EP” 3024 3024-020 UK 12" | 2012 ] 33 BROCCOLI BROTHERS vs. RIGHTEOUS MEN [GREGOR POTTMEIER, JOHANNES EHMANN, TOBIAS KOTH vs. KRISCHAN JAN-ERIC WESENBERG, THIMO U. SEIDEL]: Ruhrschnellweg _ Last Exit Stahlhausen Mix [ B1-track from “Catch It” Thee Blak Label BLAK-005 / Radikal Fear BEL Promo-12" | 1995 ] 34 WOO YORK [ANDREW VANZHULA & DENNIS ANDRIYANOW]: I Am Against _ Ø [Phase] Remix [ B-side from “I Am Against” Soma Quality Recordings SOMA-409 UK 12" | 2017 ] 35 ROLAND CASPER: Chance [ A2-track from “Sons Of Acido [Down With The Pig System #3.0]” Psycho Thrill PT-XTRA 003 Testpress-12" | 2016 ] 36 MARK N-R-G [ALEXANDER TROITZSCH]: Don't Stop _ Remix by Roland Casper [ B-side from “Don't Stop (The Remixes)” Overdrive OVER-062-R1 GER 10" | 1995 ] 37 OPUSWERK [HENDRIK VAN BOETZELAER]: Derzhprom _ Keith Carnal Remix [ B2-track from “Social Condenser” Arts ARTS-030 ITA 12" | 1017 ] 38 INTEGER [JASON ALEXANDER]: Kabbola [ A-side from “Kabbola / Patter” Dystrophic Recordings DYS TEN-001 UK Promo-10" | 1997 ] 39 SCB [SCUBA / PAUL ROSE]: Test Tubes [ A1-track from “Old Media New Society” Hotflush Recordings HF-047 UK 12" | 2017 ] 40 THE DUSK [ROBERT BABIZC]: Drugsky 0023 [ B3-track from “Tatort: 42” Essence 109 / Roadrunner GER Promo-12" | 1996 ] 41 PHILUS [MIKA TAPIO VAINIO]: Kuvio 3 [ B2-track from “Kolmio EP” Sähkö Recordings SÄHKÖ-014 FIN Promo-12" | 1998 ] 42 ECHOPLEX [PETER SLIWINSKI]: Equilibrium [ B1-track from “Entire Sound Spectrum EP” Speaker Attack spa-017 / Axodya CH Promo-12" | 2001 ] 43 MURAT [MURAT GOKSEL]: Photon #3 [ B1-track from “Photon” Data Records DATA-001 US Promo-12" | 1999 ] 44 THANOS HANA [HANA]: Jon Always At 1210 [ B1-track from “TH06” TH Tar Hallow TH-006 NL BL-12" | 2017 ] 45 TERRENCE DIXON: Midnight Hours [ D1-track from “Detroit : Beyond The Third Wave” Astralwerks ASW6170-1 US 2x12" | 1996 ] 46 KLANKMAN[MAARTEN EPSKAMP]: Rashond [ A1-track from “Klankman” TH Tar Hallow TH-002 NL BL-12" | 2017 ] 47 MODE SELECTOR [FANON FLOWERS]: Last Trip [ D2-track from “Detroit : Beyond The Third Wave” Astralwerks ASW6170-1 US 2x12" | 1996 ] 48 SCB [SCUBA / PAUL ROSE]: Freedom For The Fifty [ A2-track from “Old Media New Society” Hotflush Recordings HF-047 UK 12" | 2017 ] 49 EGYPTIAN LOVER [GREG J.BROUSSARD]: Girls _ Re-Mix-Long Version [ A-side from “Girls” Egyptian Empire Records ?DMSR-0664 US 12" | 1985 ] 50 DJ ROACH [RAUL ROCHA]: The Heads [ A2-track from “Universal Shift” Soiree Records Int. SRT-168 US Testpress-12" | 2017 ] 51 RENNIE FOSTER: Infrastructure [ B1-track from “Universal Shift” Soiree Records Int. SRT-168 US Testpress-12" | 2017 ] 52 UNDERGROUND RESISTANCE: Timeline [ A-side from “Millenium To Millenium” Underground Resistance UR. 2001 / Submerge US Promo-12" | 2001 ] 53 JOHN E.COLLINS: All We Need [ A-side from “All We Need / Yeah” Underground Resistance UR-080 US Promo-12" | 2009 ] 54 A NUMBER OF NAMES [PAUL LESLEY, RODERICK SIMPSON, SERLING JONES]: Sharevari _ Instrumental Mix [ B2-track from “Edits 1” Bass 001 / Submerge US WL-12" | 1999 ] 55 SEXUAL HARRASSMENT: You Are Myx Sexual Connection [ A3-track from “I Need A Freak” Heat SV-301 US Promo-LP" | 1983 ] 56 JOHN D. [JOHN DIAZ & CARMEN PADILLA] feat. CARMEN: Hot Spot _ Dub [ B-side from “Hot Spot” 25 West Records TFW-1019 US 12" | 1986 ] 57 JOHN D.: Electro-Bop _ Dub Version [ B-side from “Electro-Bop” 25 West Records TFW-1015 US 12" | 1985 ] 58 ROY AYERS: In The Dark _ 12" Mix [ A-side from “In The Dark” Columbia 44 05115 US 12" | 1984 ] 59 KERRI "KAOZ 6:23" CHANDLER pres. LIL'JUSTIN: Trace _ Club Mix [ B-side from “Ah Baby / Trace” Madhouse Records, Inc. KCT-1003 UK Promo-12" | 1993 ] 60 DRIVETRAIN [DERRICK THOMPSON]: One Love [ A1-track from “Universal Shift” Soiree Records Int. SRT-168 US Testpress-12" | 2017 ] 61 DA REBELS [CURTIS ALAN JONES & LIDDELL TOWNSELL]: Come To Me _ Night Mix [ A2-track from “Mello Madness” Clubhouse Records CHR-120 US Testpress-12" | 1992 ] 62  FUNKADELIC: Cosmic Slop _ Moodymann Mix [ B1-track from “Reworked By Detroiters” Westbound Records SEW3-158 UK 3x12" | 2017 ]

[rhysdasiorarchive]

Even if Roland had done a wonderful job of plucking information from Rhys that the witch would have much rather taken to the grave with him, he hadn’t managed to get everything from him. Not that that seemed to matter, though – he knew just what to say to coax another sharp gasp from Rhys in a heartbeat, the mere idea of begging being more than enough to push him even closer to the edge. It was maddening to realise just how well Roland could read him but then again, considering how much time they’d spent within one another’s company, it was anything but surprising. Between the tightening of Roland’s grasp and the all-consuming kiss that practically snatched all the remaining air from his lungs with the intensity of it, Rhys happily let himself be manoeuvred as Roland wished. Little else truly mattered to him in the moment. He tightened his hold on Roland’s wrist to tether himself to something tangible as the full force of Roland’s release hit. It was practically impossible to restrain himself for a moment longer as each deep thrust of Roland’s hips set his mind and body ablaze – fortunately, the command he’d been desperate for was uttered and that was all it took for Rhys’ own release to hit, Roland’s name spilling repeatedly from his lips as he rolled his hips back against the vampire to take him as deep as he could, his heart hammering against his chest as practically every sense was overpowered by Roland. Once the dizzying waves of pure euphoria finally began to subside, Rhys slumped against him with a breathless sigh, resting his head back against Roland’s shoulder. “God, Ro– kudos to you,” he murmured softly, not quite trusting his voice just yet. “You really committed to the bit, huh?” He turned his head to press a few gentle kisses against his neck, nuzzling against him with a smile as normality finally began to settle back into place in his mind. “You okay? That wasn’t too much for you?”

Given how close their bodies were, barely any space between them, Roland picked up on every subtle physical reaction Rhys had, from that shiver to the way his back arched. It was incredibly gratifying to be able to have such an effect and heightened the experience for him. He felt Rhys tense at those particular words and filed them away for later use in sessions like this. Clearly they were something Rhys liked and Roland was ever interested in cataloguing the things that Rhys liked. He closed his eyes as Rhys pressed his face into his neck, letting out a breath at the pleas that fell from his lips. "I should make you beg for me more." He murmured, finding it difficult to fight off the end himself. There was no need to and normally he would want Rhys to finish first but that hardly fit with what they were doing. Tightening his grip just slightly on his throat, he caught Rhys' lips in a bruising kiss, in spite of the awkward angle, and chased his own release, hips bucking hard and fast and holding Rhys as close to him as he could as he came hard, their mouths jerked apart as Roland's back arched and he shuddered through it. "Now." He demanded, in a rough gasp, even as he was still practically riding out his own release. "Cum for me now."

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The timbre of Roland’s voice coaxed a shiver to shoot down Rhys’ spine immediately, his back arching subconsciously as he tightened his grip on the vampire’s wrist with a breathless gasp. No one had ever managed to pull him apart as effortlessly as Roland did. All it really took was a pointed look or a carefully crafted sentence to bring Rhys to the point of blind devotion without a moment’s hesitation. Considering how brief their time together had been in the grand scheme of things, it probably should’ve been cause for concern – especially if Mateo or Seth’s doubts were taken into consideration too – but in the present moment, Rhys couldn’t possibly care any less about their well-intentioned advice. All that mattered was keeping Roland as close to him as he possibly could and ensuring that the experience was every bit as enjoyable for the councilman as it was for him. The second good boy fell from Roland’s lips, Rhys tensed against him and forced his mind to check out for a second as he grappled with following the orders issued despite the wave of arousal that washed over him at such seemingly nondescript words. He nodded feebly against Roland, turning his head as best he could to bury his face against the vampire’s neck to muffle the series of broken moans that spilled from him with each relentless thrust of Roland’s hips. “Fuck– Ro, please,” he begged, his pleas still muffled against Roland’s neck. “You feel so good. Can’t– can’t take it much longer.”

It was a shame there was no mirror in here. Roland would've liked to see Rhys' expression better, see how they looked together like this, but they would have to save that for next time. Roland certainly had mirrors in his suite they could put to good use at a later date. As it was, he had to make do with his name falling from Rhys' lips and the way the witch gripped his hand around his throat, clearly not to get him to stop but simply because he liked it there. It pleased Roland to please his partner so he was glad this had all worked out so well.

Rhys took issue with the command, claiming it was unfair, but Roland hardly cared about that. "Too bad." He dismissed the call for fairness succinctly, smirking a little at the next statement. "You like it when I'm mean." He growled it breathlessly in Rhys' ear, maintaining his rough pace. "Be a good boy for me and follow orders or I'll have to make sure you do." While he very much liked their hands tightly clasped against Rhys' chest, if he had to let go and hold the base of Rhys' cock to keep him from finishing until he was allowed to, he would.

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Over the years, there had been more than a few occasions where the witch had found himself praying for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. At the time, each incident had felt akin to the end of the world given his inclination to overthinking. Yet, in this moment, it seemed laughable to consider any of his past embarrassments comparable to the current predicament he’d stupidly agreed to finally indulge Roland in. The attempt to insert a hint of their usual playful back and forth was appreciated through a breath of laughter, even if the sound struggled to carry any considerable amount of humour within it. Deep down, he knew these discussions were necessary and that there was nothing wrong with being frank and direct about things, but such a fact didn’t do much to help alleviate the burden of shame in Rhys’ mind. 

As soon as Roland began to reply, Rhys’ gaze immediately shifted to focus on the wall behind them as if it was suddenly the most interesting thing he’d ever laid eyes upon. His jaw clenched involuntarily as he listened, offering a quiet noise of agreement as Roland laid out his expectations. The instructions seemed clear enough – just as well, considering how little Rhys trusted his own voice right now as the all too familiar feelings of shame and guilt coiled themselves a little tighter around his mind. Nodding twice, he paused to consider the third question. “Open hand only.” Despite previous apprehension, Rhys’ tone was unwaveringly certain. “Nothin’ else will be needed.” He was already walking a thin line as it was; he didn’t need to accidentally veer into reliving the methods of punishment he’d endured in his younger years. At the mention of a safeword, Rhys’ gaze finally returned to settle on Roland again. “There’s always the traffic light system,” A small smile gradually settled on his face as he spoke as the earlier wave of uncertainty began to subside. “Heard that’s pretty useful. Communicates a little more, too.”

Rhys was trapped, in a way, and Roland had very much done that on purpose. It seemed like the only way he was finally going to force this conversation out of Rhys. At least they'd only have to have it once, though that was based on the idea that Rhys would be specific and not shockingly vague as he tended to be on this matter and others that he found shameful. Roland reminded himself to be patient, that Rhys finally doing this in whatever halting way was progress, and that he would just have to try and gently guide him through. "Anywhere as long as you do start." The words maybe weren't that gentle but at least his tone was. That probably wasn't terribly helpful but Roland had tried to prompt details for this conversation many times and figured he'd given Rhys enough starting points that he should be able to come up with something. While Rhys was decidedly not looking at him Roland was very focused on Rhys, watching his expression carefully. No stabbing, that was something. Choking and biting a definite yes. Well, that was a start at least, though he'd mostly already figured those things out. "I know how much you love it, you mean." Roland teased, lightly, about the biting, a smile in his voice and on his face. Maybe a little of their usual banter would help put Rhys a little more at ease.

Roland quieted against to listen as Rhys explained why he seemed to like it. That wasn't the kind of details Roland had originally been after but he did like learning everything about Rhys so he would take it. He smiled encouragingly when Rhys finally looked at him again. Heavy handed and possessive, Roland added those to the list though it was still vague. Possessive he understood, though it wasn't a terribly big part of his personality. He could play a role for Rhys' benefit, though, at least occasionally. "None of this makes me uncomfortable, cheri, so don't worry about that. Also, it sounds like from what you've said about handing over control you'd enjoy being dominated. On that note, I'm going to ask you some very direct and specific questions, all right? If it's too difficult to elaborate you can just nod or shake your head in response. All of these questions relate to sexual situations only not the rest of our relationship." Might as well try to make it as easy as he could. "Do you want me to give you orders? To punish you if you don't follow them? Do you want me to hit you and if so, open hand or fist or both? In that vein, would you like to be hit with anything? Belt, whip, cane, etc.?" That was probably enough questions to start with and he did pause slightly after each to give Rhys a moment to answer but then something else occurred to him. "Of course, if you don't know if you like those things we can always try them and see what you do and don't like. We should likely also discuss a safeword." Roland was very matter of fact about it because, to him, there was no reason not to be.

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Rhys couldn’t help but smirk at the question. Rhetorical or not, it was more than enough of an answer to translate what they both knew: of course he did. They knew each other far too well at this point and such a fact didn’t make their occasional arguments pleasant ordeals, not when they knew just how to hit home with another. Now, however, was an example of how such a fact worked wonderfully for them both. It should’ve been unnerving to know that he’d let his guard down for long enough around Roland that he’d ended up learning things about Rhys that no one but Mateo had been privy to, but instead, Rhys had… enjoyed it. Or, rather, he’d enjoyed the closeness that had stemmed from it. With Roland, he felt seen. Understood. Cared for. More so than he’d felt in many years. It was enough to render the witch lightheaded on occasion if he thought about it too deeply; this was supposed to be a casual thing. That’s all it was ever supposed to be yet somehow, somewhere along the line, the line had been blurred beyond belief. 

In what felt like the blink of an eye, Roland repositioned them and gave Rhys almost no time at all to make sense of things, his mind spinning as Roland plastered kiss after kiss against his, the hand against his chest undoubtedly feeling the quickening of his heartbeat as he willingly conceded to anything and everything Roland wanted of him. It always seemed to be that way once the magnetising force of Roland and all that he was lulled the witch into an adoring daze but Rhys wouldn’t want it any other way, not now. He’d grown a little too comfortable in his complicity when it came to keeping up such an arrangement with a councilman and what they were traditionally expected to stand for but as always, that was something that could be murmured quietly in confession so that he could attempt to manage the residual guilt. Rhys gasped sharply as Roland’s hand found its way to his throat again, a pleading whine escaping him seconds before an overwhelming array of sensations occurred simultaneously, choking a broken cry of Roland’s name from him as he desperately tried to adjust. Shakily, his free hand moved to grasp the vampire’s hip to ground himself. “Fucking– Christ, Ro–” He huffed, resting his head back against Roland’s shoulder to grant him as much room as he needed to take as much as he liked, ever the willing martyr. “Point made.”

Roland couldn't seem to completely stop mixing in how they usually were but it seemed to be working for Rhys so he didn't see any reason to stop. He smirked at the roll of Rhys' hips but didn't immediately respond, quirking an eyebrow. He had been making a point about touching him, he believed, though Rhys astutely called him on how he would likely never be able to stick to that. "Am I not? You know me so well, do you?" Rhys probably did but the point remained. "I don't need an excuse to show off." He corrected, still lowering their hands until they were at shoulder level then spinning Rhys around so his back was to him. He pulled him tight against him, keeping their hands clasped, pressing them against Rhys' chest to lock him there. Roland pressed hard kisses along his jaw and down his neck, hard enough to hurt, and only disentangled one of his hands from Rhys' so he could grab him by the throat again. He tilted his head back and sank his fangs into him without warning, rocking his hips and thrusting into him at the same time. It was a lot at once and all quite rough but Rhys had said he shouldn't be worried about that with him. It was against his general policy not to at least prep a little or go without lube but they did this so often (and it wasn't the first time without prep or lube, just the first time without asking first) that he had a feeling it would be all right.

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The brief burst of their usual tenderness was enough to pull a barely audible noise of pure adoration from the witch, the lingering rush of being so thoroughly on the receiving end of Roland’s strength and unwavering attention. If he wasn’t so deep in the heat of the moment, he’d spare a laugh at how one of his early daydreams from his yearning from a distance days had suddenly come true. It really was amazing what a little open communication could do (not that he’d say as much to Roland – he didn’t need to fluff his ego any further than he already had tonight). A shiver rolled down Rhys’ spine involuntarily as Roland’s hold on them both rendered Rhys entirely at his mercy and he rolled his hips against Roland’s without a moment’s hesitation, the action entirely subconscious, as if Roland’s words hadn’t even registered in the first place. “As if you’re really drawing the line at that,” Rhys said through a laugh, the sound of it slightly breathless as he fought to slow the enthusiasm of his heartbeat. “You just wanted an excuse to show off, didn’t you?”

Rhys seemed caught off guard by the slap and Roland wondered for a moment if it was too much, too fast. If that look didn't disappear in seconds Roland would break from his role and apologize...but the adoring smile soon assured him that all was well and he settled a little. The outward act remained, of course, and Rhys seemed to enjoy that as he finally completed the task he'd been set. Roland stepped out of the rest of his clothing and kicked them back a little as he did so his pants and boots and everything wouldn't be in the way. The wink was further reassurance and Roland gave the slightest nod to show he acknowledged it. He could have challenged the witch for so brazenly looking at him but they both knew how much Roland enjoyed it so there was little point even in this new game. "Oui. Much better." The tone was still haughty and he raised an eyebrow at the touch. "I'm sure I could come up with some." Instead of that though he caught Rhys in another bruising kiss. While he was distracted with that, Roland reached down and plucked Rhys' hands off his hips, clasping their hands and lifting them above their heads. He pulled back a little and pressed their foreheads together for a moment of their usual closeness before he resumed his roll, his strength on display as he held their hands up then slowly started forcing them down again. "For example, I don't remember giving you permission to touch me..." He tilted his head back a little to look at him as he spoke.

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“Which are few and far between,” There was no real malice or venom in his tone despite the weight of his words. This kind of back and forth between the two of them was nothing new; it was practically a staple component of their bond at this point. At this point, they both knew exactly where the lighthearted bantering stopped and actual arguing began but in a strange way, Rhys found that equally as integral to their arrangement. There was no one else he’d rather argue with even if it – and Roland, by extension – tested his patience to the nth degree. “But I think you’re giving the others far too much credit. I’d consider you generous, sure. When you want to be, I mean. But the others? Raiden? Raphael? Not a chance. Some, if not most of the council could do with a little reeducation pertaining to basic decency at the very least.” Realistically, Rhys knew asking so much from an individual with pride as their principal vice was nothing short of laughable, but the witch's steadfast moral compass refused to let such a belief die. Shifting in his seat as if to dislodge his simmering resentment towards a handful of Roland’s colleagues his bosses, Rhys cast his gaze over the fight below to once again ensure he wasn’t immediately needed before turning his attention back to Roland. Even if this entire thing was a waste of time in his eyes, he was grateful for the good company.

Any lingering traces of irritation dissolved the second Roland’s hand was playfully pressed against his forehead, a laugh of surprise leaving him the moment he realised just how far Roland was willing to go with his theatrics to attempt to gain the upper hand. “There’s no way on God’s green Earth that I’m the delusional one. Have you met yourself?” Whilst Roland’s ego wasn’t as inflated as some of the souls Rhys had had the displeasure of meeting over the years, it was still rather noticeable from time to time. Consequently, a little delusion was an inevitable byproduct. As Roland spoke again, Rhys didn’t bother to hide the exasperated roll of his eyes at the response given. Of course he was choosing to be difficult about this. “Tell me, Ro– are there other people in this building? ‘cause it sure looks like it to me. Plenty of them, actually. If we factor that into the equation, I’d say it’s very clear that this is very much a public space, private boxes be damned. It’s nowhere near as private as you’re making it out to be.” Even if it wasn’t much, having Roland concede to his words fluffed Rhys’ ego more than it should have. Given how strong-willed he often was, such a feat always felt monumental when it was executed effectively. The teasing that followed prompted a quiet laugh from the witch, his expression shifting to one of careful consideration before offering a shrug of indifference. “Mm. You think that’s the case, but I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you. I never received anything in writing about that, nor did I sign anything agreeing to that. So… jury’s out on that one.”

"We have our moments." He knew Rhys was being sarcastic so he responded by being facetious. While he wouldn't tolerate too much back talk from just anyone, Rhys was a notable exception to that rule and he knew it. Roland had practically encouraged it since the beginning of their interactions so the vampire couldn't fault him for taking advantage of it. Rhys got away with a lot more than most would but he'd wormed his way into Roland's affections and he was always generous and more forgiving with people who'd managed to do that. Rhys only scoffed at his outrageous comment and Roland chuckled, counting Rhys' lack of response as a small victory. It was important to get those where he could with Rhys.

Another victory was the sound of Rhys' laugh. Wasn't in such a bad mood now, was he? Mission accomplished. Though he countered with some outrageous statements of his own and it was Roland's turn to scoff. "That's hardly the case, mon beau. Are you feeling all right? You seem to be suffering from some kind of delusion." Playfully, he pressed the back of a hand to Rhys' forehead as if he was checking his temperature before dropping it back to his shoulder. Then they were negotiating something much more interesting. "I wouldn't call this a public space. It's more a private box than anything. We're alone, aren't we? And everyone's watching the fight." That or they were caught up in their own interactions. He noted the sigh and figured he was at least making progress until Rhys took his hand, seemingly to stop it from traveling any further south. Roland huffed an exasperated breath, pressing his face to against his neck for a moment before he pulled back to look at Rhys, lacing his fingers with the witch's. The offer was definitely appealing. "Tempting. But don't I always have full permission to do whatever I want to you?" He quirked an eyebrow inquisitively, lightly teasing again.

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“Oh, how generous of you all.” Had it been any other member of the council, Rhys would’ve begrudgingly held his tongue and saved his sarcasm for behind closed doors, but Roland was the exception in numerous ways. He knew he could get away with a little more snarking and snapping than was typically allowed in the presence of a councilman. Besides, a good percentage of their time together was typically spent debating matters of varying importance – it kept things interesting, to say the least. Rhys certainly enjoyed it more than he likely should. It should have been maddening given how stubborn they both had the tendency to be and yet Rhys delighted in it every time, especially if he succeeded in pushing Roland to the point of exasperation. There was little else he found quite as amusing as seeing the councilman in such a state. He couldn’t help but scoff at the antagonistic response provided, his brow raising in silent judgement as he bit back the urge to respond, knowing all too well that any kind of retort to such a statement would only be met with further playful rebuttals that he didn’t quite possess the mental energy to entertain right now, not with such a grandiose display of unnecessary violence on display before them. 

As Roland continued, Rhys tried and failed to stifle his laughter at the lighthearted teasing. It was practically impossible for them to share an exchange without one of them trying to provoke the other in one way or another. “It’s all right, Ro,” he smirked as he cast his attention back to Roland, clearly more amused than he wanted to be. “You’ll learn to accept the truth in time. The sooner, the better, really. Once you can acknowledge that I’m pretty much always right, life will be easier for you.” As expected, Roland didn’t seem keen on listening on what Rhys viewed as a perfectly acceptable explanation as to why such a public display wasn’t necessary. “Most of the time we spend together is spent behind closed doors, not in a public space– a stadium, even.” A muffled sigh escaped him as Roland’s touch became more insistent, the words accompanying it successfully chipping away at the defences he’d meticulously constructed prior to this entire ordeal. He moved a hand to grasp at Roland’s wrist to take his hand into his own with as sweet a smile as he could muster. “You’ll have to learn to do so, Roland. If you can be patient for me, I’ll grant you full permission to do whatever you want to me the moment we’re back in familiar territory after this circus ends. Deal?”

"True, but we don't have to do it at all. Isn't even a little bit of freedom better than none?" Were Roland ever in a similar situation, which he certainly wouldn't be, but if he was he could imagine getting to use the full extent of his powers even occasionally would be better than not using them at all. He hadn't really expected Rhys to agree but he'd had to try, anyway. Roland couldn't have predicted that he'd have become so emmeshed with the witch next to him but the unpredictability of this long life was one of the things that made it bearable. Previously, he'd thought Rhys handsome but a dull workaholic but he'd pleasantly discovered he was so much more than that. Sometimes maddening, certainly, but most of the time delightful and intriguing, intriguing enough to have kept Roland coming back for months which was quite a feat considering how easily bored the vampire usually was. It had been months, hadn't it? Nearly four if his reckoning was correct. That was...quite a while for something that was meant to be a passing infatuation. Rhys would likely stop being interesting at some point, surely, and then Roland could fade out of his life again, though that thought pained him much more than it should have. It was hard to imagine a day without Rhys now and that...that might be cause for concern.

It was hard to be concerned about much when Rhys smiled, though. Roland had loved Rhys' smile from the first night they'd spent time together and still did. The slight accusation just amused him further. "Well, we have to keep ourselves elevated somehow. How would the rabble know to look up to us otherwise?" He was being purposely outrageous but Rhys should have been used to that at this point. "I don't believe I said anything about your opinion being right just that I valued having your good opinion. Try to keep up, cher." He seemed to be both determined to put Rhys in a better mood and yet slightly needle him at the same time but that was Roland's contradictory nature showing itself. He scoffed lightly when Rhys tried to put him off by using work of all things as an excuse. "When has that ever mattered? Half the time we spend together is while you're ostensibly working." His lips trailed down from the shell of Rhys' ear and along his jaw just as the hand on Rhys' chest slid down over his stomach. "But I can't control myself. Not with you."

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Rhys had been so caught up in the magnetising daze of Roland’s unfettered attention that he hadn’t even thought to pay any significant attention to the touches that followed. The usual tactile display wasn’t anything out of the ordinary so when the sting of the slap forced him sharply out of the haze of his blind devotion, it took his mind a moment to catch up with the current state of affairs. He stared wide-eyed at Roland for a moment, seemingly taken aback by the gesture before a smile of pure adoration soon settled into place. The coldness of his stare only furthered Rhys’ fondness and he didn’t waste a second in stripping Roland of the last of his clothing and this time, there was no delay even if it was tempting to see how far he could push the boundaries in place. There was plenty of time to explore that later – for now, easing them both into this new dynamic was likely the best course of action to take for both their sakes. Once the order had been obeyed in its entirety, Rhys lifted his gaze to offer a playful wink designed to reassure the councilman without having to utter a word. He could sense the hint of questioning trepidation behind the adopted role and sought to soothe it as quickly as he could. The trust they had in one another was already deep enough to reassure Rhys that none of this would be too much but then again, he didn’t have the more challenging role. He didn’t bother trying to hide the way he trailed his gaze over every inch of Roland’s body now that it was properly on display, nor did he attempt to stifle the hum of approval that left him involuntarily before he forced his gaze back to Roland’s. “That better now?” He took a tentative step closer to rest his hands on Roland’s waist simply as an excuse to touch him again. “Or have you got a new list of complaints now?”

Roland schooled his expression to maintain that haughty imperious attitude he'd adopted though he really wanted to smirk when Rhys laughed. He was trying to be dedicated to his role, after all, but it was difficult not to fall into their usual habits. Rhys clearly appreciated the removal of the cape and Roland always did like being admired. It was hard not to preen under the look but there were other things to get to. Had this been their usual kind of encounter he would've teased and bantered but they were trying something new for now. There were be plenty of opportunities to go back to how it usually was. He'd clearly caught Rhys off guard with the sudden grab and kiss but that had been by design. The dazed look in his eyes for the moment when he pulled back was gratifying and his lips twitched in a smile that he allowed to remain. They locked eyes again before Rhys moved to follow the order, though he wasn't particularly quick about it. He was obeying, though, so Roland didn't comment on it for now, enjoying the touches and the careful way he treated the shirt. When prompted, he moved his arms so it could slide off, raising an eyebrow as it was discarded with somewhat less respect than before. At least he'd folded it.

He was about to comment that Rhys should hurry up when the witch pressed a hand to his heart and the words died on his lips. That small smile widened and he covered Rhys' hand with his own for a moment. Yes, he understood. The gesture was tender, out of place in what they were currently doing, but Roland was always a sucker for it. He let Rhys' hand go so he could continue undressing him though again he was certainly taking his sweet time about it. "Why should I do it when you're here?" He challenged at the questioning, eyebrows raised slightly. The teasing touch certainly affected him but then Rhys decided that was enough. Was he undressed? No. That was definitely disobedience. "Mm, I don't feel like doing the finishing touches myself and..." His fingers trailed up Rhys' arm, light and teasing as he usually was until he got up near his face and slapped him sharply with his open hand. It would definitely turn Rhys' head and sting but it wasn't hard enough to do any real damage. "...I told you to do it. So finish the job." The words were harsh, his gaze steely but that was all part of the act. He was observing carefully to make sure this was all still okay. Rhys had okayed it in theory but it was best to see if he really meant it in practice.

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Rhys didn’t expect Roland to understand his perspective and, unsurprisingly, he didn’t. The repeated attempts at shifting his foul mood were appreciated but ultimately, they were pointless. Until it was all said and done, Rhys couldn’t see himself enjoying any aspect of such gratuitous displays of senseless violence. “I am all for that, usually. Just not under these conditions. It’s an insult to the slaves competing – once it’s finished and those less successful in the ring have had their egos bruised, it’s straight back to the daily suffering. As wonderful as it is that a few get the chance to experience normality for a while, it’s pointless as a whole. It doesn’t mean anything.” Fortunately, the brief burst of affection halted his tangent and Rhys was grateful for it in a multitude of ways. He hadn’t intended to come here to ruin Roland’s experience – of course those within the council were enjoying the brutality. It was practically in their job description to do so. Encroaching upon Roland’s booth to complain wasn’t exactly the best use of either of their time so putting a halt to it prematurely was likely the best option for them both. He watched Roland preen with a barely concealed smirk, unable to stave off the intensity of his adoration even in the midst of his bad mood. “Something tells me they already know,” it wasn’t as if they’d been particularly subtle with their… arrangement. Rhys had fully intended to keep things under wraps when they’d first decided to progress past a simple one-night stand despite his doubts. He’d initially been more focused on maintaining his reputation as something wholly untouchable for the sake of professionalism. The last thing he’d wanted was to become a stereotype – sleeping with one of his many bosses was a surefire way to become the embodiment of all that Rhys had made an effort not to be. However, as time had gone on and they’d found themselves spending more and more time with one another, Rhys was struggling to find a reason not to allow himself this one small joy, even if Roland drove him to insanity on occasion. “I guess it’s not as if it really matters, though. Nor should it come as a surprise. You’re the only one that really matters as a whole. At least you still possess a shred of decency. Most of the time.”

Rhys seemed to at least slightly appreciate his bets on Seth so that was something and Roland smiled a little. "I can be quite sweet when the mood takes me." Rhys knew that better than most. His smile faltered a little and he blinked at hearing that Seth himself would apparently benefit from the money. "You're going to give it to him?" Roland sighed. "Of course you are. That's very generous of you, cher." Lining Seth's pockets hadn't exactly been the goal but when you gave a gift you didn't get to decided how someone else used it and the money was Rhys' to do with as he pleased. Roland probably should have guessed he wouldn't really take it given how he hated this whole tournament idea in the first place but he'd been hoping. He rolled his eyes at Rhys' continued complaining. "Surely you can find something to enjoy other than the ending. This provides the slaves with a little more freedom than normal. Access to their powers, a chance to have the collars off and blow off steam. Shouldn't you be all for that?" He doubted his explanations would really change Rhys' mind on the whole thing but he had to try. At least the kiss seemed to help a little and his smile was back as they leaned their foreheads together for a moment before Rhys pulled back. He dropped his hand from Rhys' neck and just draped his arm comfortably around the witch's shoulders instead, leaning back and preening more than a little at the compliment. "Merci. I thought it fit with the theme." Roland chuckled a little at Rhys not wanting the other councilmen to know of the compliment, glancing back at the fight for a moment but more interested in Rhys now. That was....slightly concerning but he refused to let it intrude on his good mood. "What, you don't want them to know that I'm your favourite?" Maybe he could tease Rhys into a better mood.

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As disinterested as he’d been during the tournament, Rhys instantly wished he could’ve sat through the theatrics for just a little longer to postpone this conversation. It was a necessary evil at this point; he’d kept Roland waiting long enough simply hoping that by avoiding the topic entirely, it would disappear of its own volition and he’d be free of having to debase himself. Naturally, no such luck befell him thanks to Roland’s insistence and now he found himself quite literally trapped. Perhaps trapped was too strong a word, but Roland’s firm hold spoke volumes and Rhys knew better than to utilise any magic to get himself out of it. At this point, he might as well get it over and done with. He chuckled at Roland’s confidence in settling into the office – he’d visited often enough to practically make it a third residence for himself despite his complaints surrounding their differing tastes in interior design. 

The witch arched an eyebrow in silent judgement at Roland’s expectations and swallowed the urge to reply with something snarky – if they weren’t discussing such a sensitive topic, he would’ve happily done so, but now clearly wasn’t the time. The last thing he needed was Roland accusing him of evading the topic any further. “I don’t know how you want me to start,” he admitted quietly, feeling more as if he was under interrogation than having a simple conversation. He lifted a hand to idly toy with the material of Roland’s shirt to preoccupy himself with something before forcing himself to continue. “I, uh… you obviously know about pain kind of being a thing for me. Nothing like stabbing or anything, that’s a little much, even for me. But a little choking here and there wouldn’t go amiss, I guess. You already know my feelings on biting, so I’m not saying a word about that.” Rhys swiftly diverted his gaze elsewhere to focus on anything other than Roland. As much as he trusted the vampire, there were some conversational topics that would never be easy for him, this one in particular very much included. 

“Without sounding like I’m psychoanalysing myself, I think the whole allure of the exploitation of the power imbalance between us stems from my usual need for complete control over… everything. Sometimes it’s nice to be able to switch off from the professional mindset– of what’s expected of me, I mean. To be able to hand all that over to someone else for a change is almost therapeutic. I’ve spent my entire life having to be as close to perfect as I can get. It takes a toll on you after a while.” Cutting his gaze back to tentatively meet Roland’s again, Rhys tried to encourage a small smile to his face despite the growing shame and guilt that continued to rise internally. “To cut a long story short, I’ll always be okay with you being a little heavy-handed with me.” The witch paused for a moment to exhale, the sigh carrying far more weight than his expression let on. A trip to confession would be mandatory after this. “Certainly wouldn’t complain about a little possessive behaviour now and then, either. But only if that works for you. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. This is a two-way thing, after all.”

"I'd hardly call it slander, that seems too strong a word." Their banter was cut off for the moment with the kiss and Roland was all too happy to maintain the close contact even if Rhys' words were less than complimentary. "Nonsense. I'm the sweetest dream you ever had." He muttered back, lips curving into a smile. "Anything you want." There was more truth to the statement, in this moment, than Roland cared to admit or think about for any length of time. He was trying to be wicked and playful but it came out a little too honest. Anyway.

Rhys still seemed to be struggling with their status, or at least coming to terms with it. Perhaps it meant more to Rhys than Roland had realized but there was no getting around the truth of it. It's what they were whether they liked it or not and Rhys certainly was the only person he spent so much time with. Not the only person he was sleeping with, certainly not, but that was a separate thing entirely as far as Roland was concerned. It was obviously entwined into what he and Rhys had but it meant more because of everything else they did together. With everyone else it was just sex. Rhys seemed to need that clarified. "There may be a list of people, as you put it, who share my bed but you're the only one I go on nightly walks with, who I lie with while they sleep, and who I see every day." He smiled gently as he spoke. It should've scared him to put it out there like that but while he was with Rhys none of those fears seemed to matter. It was always when he wasn't with Rhys that they reared their ugly heads. He scoffed at the contradictory statement and gave Rhys a look but let that be his only answer.

Roland's expression hardened as Rhys resorted to his usual answer and he narrowed his eyes. At least Rhys seemed to realise it since he broke off and proposed a compromise of sorts. He was postponing the conversation but not shutting it down. Roland supposed that was something. Still, he sighed. "Fine. But I will be holding you to that."

The vampire was as good as his word since after the fights of the day had ended and Rhys no longer had any professional obligations to deal with, he made sure they ended up in Rhys' office. He'd never quite brought up the conversation here before and had tried dozens of times in his suite so figured the change of locale may encourage Rhys to speak more freely. Ensuring the door was locked behind them, Roland strode over to Rhys' office chair and settled in it as if it actually belonged to him then pulled Rhys onto his lap, settling his arms around him and looking at him seriously. "There. Now we're very much alone, the fights are over, and we're going to have this conversation. I've said my piece repeatedly so it's most definitely your turn." Roland looked at him expectantly and waited.

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Rhys made no attempt to stifle the laugh that left him at the response, forcing his gaze to remain on Roland despite the urge to roll his eyes. At least he was adapting to the new role impeccably well, though given his penchant for theatrics from time to time, that hardly came as any sort of surprise. Roland was quite the performer when he wanted to be. Rhys studied his every movement closely as he rose from the chair, taking in every minute detail and gesture. A faint but deeply appreciative smile tugged at the corners of his lips as Roland’s cape fell to the floor and his attention immediately shifted to the much-welcomed sight now on display. It was a nice shirt, Rhys would give him that, but it needed to come off. It was only fair, really.

Even after all their time spent together and the number of times he’d witnessed Roland’s abilities for himself, Rhys still found himself momentarily caught off guard as the distance between them was closed in a heartbeat, a soft gasp falling from him as Roland’s grasp settled around his throat again. He moved to grip Roland’s shoulders for some semblance of balance as the intensity of the kiss knocked the air from his lungs, his mind barely able to keep up with one occurrence to the next. He stared at Roland, slightly dazed, as the kiss was broken and took a moment to properly comprehend what was expected of him. The touches that followed were enough to sober him from the haze he’d slipped into and he swallowed the sigh that threatened to escape him if he didn’t get at least a little control over himself. Holding Roland’s gaze for a moment longer, Rhys finally willed himself to take a step closer, gently reaching out to run his hands down Roland’s sides simply as an excuse to touch and appreciate him before the command was properly obeyed. He spared a final glance at the outfit as a whole to commit it to memory before moving to untie the loose bow, watching the material shift effortlessly before taking his time to undo each button carefully. He knew better than to treat any of Roland’s possessions with even a hint of disrespect; he’d been raised better than that. Once the final button was undone, Rhys pushed the shirt back, wordlessly encouraging Roland to move his arms to pluck it off of him once and for all. He made an effort to fold it neatly before chucking it alongside the cape, apparently dismissing his earlier call for treating everything with the utmost respect. It was a minor issue for now – it could be fretted over later. 

Pausing for a second, Rhys pressed a hand over Roland’s heart with a small smile to himself, momentarily abandoning the need to follow the order given in a timely manner and instead choosing to indulge in just one small, selfish action. There were a million ways to show his gratitude but Rhys knew the gesture would translate clearly enough. It was one they’d utilised numerous times at this point. Forcing himself out of his reverie and back to the task at hand, Rhys began to work at the fastenings of Roland’s trousers with deft precision, pushing them down just far enough to refocus his attention, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear with a smirk, his gaze finally flickering back up to meet the councilman’s. “Can’t see why you couldn’t manage all that yourself, Ro. You’re usually pretty capable when it comes to most menial tasks.” He roughly tugged Roland’s underwear down just enough to lightly wrap a hand around his cock, offering a few featherlight strokes as payback for Roland’s earlier teasing. “Pretty sure you’re capable of taking care of the finishing touches. If you’re expecting more, I’m sure some unfortunate from the Undercroft can help with that.”

Roland's choice of words had been rather deliberate. He knew Rhys fairly well by now, knew he liked to keep himself put together and that it was like a kind of armor for him. Well, if they were going to do this and Rhys was really going to hand over control, it seemed only fitting to start with a command like that. The vampire watched attentively as Rhys slowly removed his clothing, the slow striptease almost tantalizing as more skin was revealed. He noticed, of course, when Rhys seemed to hesitate and he was fairly certain it had more to do with the new nature of this particular encounter than any shyness Rhys still had about his body with him. Roland had seen and delighted in it so many times at this point that that would be absurd. He nodded just slightly, his lips quirked up in a slightly smile, encouraging Rhys in a way that had nothing to do with the game and was just the usual support he gave him. Rhys looked away and they resumed their roles again until he was bare before him. Roland raked his eyes over him slowly, drinking in the details he knew so well before he met his gaze again. "It's a start." He mused, a little haughty, and rose imperiously from the chair. He unhooked his cape as that would likely only get in the way and let it fall, leaving him still very much fully clothed but putting more of the sheer shirt he wore on display. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Rhys, hand on his throat again yanking him towards him into a rough, bruising kiss, practically punching his mouth into Rhys'. It was more tongue and teeth than anything and he let it go on for a long searing moment before he pulled back just as abruptly as he'd started, eyeing Rhys. "Now undress me." He loosened his grip on Rhys' throat and dragged his fingers down his chest and stomach, hard enough to leave red lines but not break the skin. He let his fingers just brush over Rhys' cock, the touch suddenly light, before he removed his hand entirely and waited for the command to be obeyed.