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[Basil Holmes]

Basil was pleasantly surprised when Ratigan opened the door of the taxi for him. Granted, the most likely reason was his attempt at lulling the detective into a false sense of security, which he would not fall for.

Giving a nod, Basil slid into the taxi and, carefully piecing together his safety belt, straightened his spine and glanced sideways once the professor had settled in as well. Truthfully, he half expected to be petted and touched, very much like in the club, as Ratigan it seemed had no real reservations when molesting someone. To his surprise however, the man barely acknowledged Basil's presence, preferring to stare unseeingly out of his window. Stamping down the feeling of misplaced hurt after having so much attention, Basil's eyes skirted around the taxi cab's interior.

Stains littered the carpeted floor, both of food and what could quite possibly be bodily excrements. Normally Basil wouldn't hesitate to inspect something that had the slightest implication of a crime, but in his current situation, it was best not to get too distracted--is that a used needle stuffed under the front seat? Leaning down, the detective paid no mind at having to half lay across his rival's lap, before plucking the instrument out. Reaching into his pocket, Basil extracted a small plastic bag and promptly dropped the evidence into it and, folding it, slipped it into his messenger bag. Though this wasn't a crime he'd normally get involved with, but if he saw something even remotely illegal, the spirit of Basil of Baker Street couldn't resist.

Upon arriving at their destination, the brunette made to get out soon after Ratigan did, but before he could even lay a hand on the door handle, it opened slowly, the man standing outside with nothing but courtesy evident from his posture. Of course, Basil could see the distinct mocking manner in which he attempted to be polite, but he wasn't about to start an argument.

After digging in his pocket for a brief moment and handing the driver the correct amount of cash (which he was absolutely certain was far more than necessary), he carefully stepped outside the vehicle.

"You should know. If you run now. I won't follow and you can be safe from me for another night," he offered. "Never know. I could be as villainous as you say."

Again, the man's words surprised him. After having been on the receiving end of an absurd sexual advance, the sort of courtesy wasn't all that unwelcome. He dismissed the offer with a shake of his head, though, and glanced meaningfully at the taller male.

"You needn't worry, Professor," he replied, wiping imaginary dust from his pinstriped suit, "I have confidence this is going to be successful night."

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[Basil Holmes]

It was rather considerate in Basil's eyes, that Ratigan took the time to pay. He wasn't all that short on cash; he never was. But, it was pleasant not having to be cheated out of his salary.

Just the same, the detective couldn't emphasize enough that he wasn't about to be seduced. He was here on a professional relation, perhaps a little personal as he didn't want an enemy sleeping in the same building, but not romantic. Basil didn't have an inch of romance in his body. The word escaped his knowledge, rendering him completely baffled. To be sweet and adoring was just strange to him. Textbooks and crimes were easy, but being completely anamoured, or even just engage in sex with someone, was out of the question.

He'd be a fool to deny Ratigan's physical appeal, as anyone could admit he was a handsome man. And with a matching personality, Basil had no doubts he could catch himself a lovely women with whom to spend his days with. And that is precisely what the teacher intended to do. He wasn't one for match-making, but he'd definitely assist if the man decided to say, turn over a new leaf.

"Believe what you wish, Basil."

The sudden words stole the detective from his thoughts and, glancing upwards once more, hurried after Ratigan. Together they walked the stairs outside the teacher's complex, brown eyes counting each door they past and keeping it in his memory. At one point they passed his own and Basil felt a slight tug towards his door. He dismissed it however, continuing on his way with the professor, before he stopped at a door, having read up on his aforementioned rival when he arrived at the school. Basil eyed the professor warily, waiting for him to open the door.

"Now we're just talking," he repeated, English accent particularly evident due to his emphasis, "right?"

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[Basil Holmes]

Once the door opened with a click, Basil carefully stepped over the threshold, eyes adjusting to the low lighting. Just to his right he heard a slight noise and, upon looking down, felt a small tinge of satisfaction. A white cat indeed, and quite smug if a cat could look it.

Glancing around the interior of Ratigan's temporary home, Basil observed the insufferably clean state everything was in. Granted, that might be because he wasn't exactly a tidy man, and on more than one occasion his assistant had, as his title suggests, assisted in cleaning his room, but that was all beside the point. The detective's environment matched his mind: Cluttered to the point of a mess, but full of nothing but useful information.

Ratigan on the other hand, had everything in precise order. It was just too perfect, not a speck of dust nor stray cat hair, which was altogether surprising as the aforementioned animal definitely had hair long enough to shed.

Basil watched curiously as the professor plucked his pet from the floor and laid her in what could only be a prissy little bed, personalized to the cat's liking.

"If you're aiming for 'evil genius', Ratigan, the fluffy white cat is definitely a step in the right direction," he commented, a smile tugging at his lips. Really, that was the number one icon of a villain. Now all he needed was a spindle chair in which to ominously turn around in once Basil entered a room.

"Talk. I suppose we can."

That silky voice once again brought the brunette out of his musings and, glancing up, noticed the voice's owner slowly approaching him. Basil, being very careful not to allow much contact, if at all, took a step backward, and then a few more before his shoulders bumped into a blasted wall. Glancing behind himself briefly, the teacher made to move away from it, but froze as a hand cupped his chin.

"Will you run if I said I wanted more than that from you, Basil? Would you like me to woo you like some woman with pretty words and lies?"

The words caused a shiver to pass through Basil's body, and not altogether an unpleasant one, but he refused to acknowledge it.

"I came to talk, sir," he replied curtly, "because it doesn't have to be like this. We can coexist without hatred." Basil made to tilt his face away to dislodge the hand, but froze once again by the villain's voice.

"You're not a virgin.. Per chance. Are you, Basil?"

That definitely caught him off guard. What sort of question was that? Honestly! And no, Basil wasn't exactly a virgin. He'd slept with a woman..just once, and just one woman, but he had experienced intercourse. It was when he was younger, years ago in fact, and he hadn't found it all that appealing. The fact that he'd never been with a man was something the detective wasn't about to disclose.

"I'm not," he confirmed, jaw clenching, "but that's really no business of your's, Ratigan."

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[Basil Holmes]

This was bad. This was very bad. Basil shouldn't have come here. He should be back at that club, trying to find Mister McKinney because that wasn't half as dangerous and more than satisfying. This was a very bad situation and the detective cursed himself countless times for following along like a sheep to the slaughter house.

"You act like a virgin, Basil." The quiet laughter and just sheer attractiveness of that voice was very disconcerting. Basil was not one to allow any sort of attraction towards anyone. And he definitely wouldn't call this attraction, heavens no. Because it wasn't. Absolutely not.

"Oh, stop it!" he said, as though scolding a student, "You're behaving very inappropriately and I don't appreciate it." They were strong words, but inwardly the detective felt a quiver of fear. It was no secret he wasn't exactly fit for a violent confrontation. In most cases his wit and speech helped him, as he viewed any sort of malice as cruel and unnecessary.

"You really shouldn't have assumed I hated you."

What else was the man to assume? Basil pursed his lips.

"It's clear your seductive attitude is solely for the purpose of unnerving me, my good sir. And those hostile words only prove that you greatly dislike me, if not hate!"

It was his understanding that evil did things for more than one reason. Naturally, it enjoyed what it did, but the bonus was causing discomfort to their target. This exact thought was emphasized by the larger man pressing his body flush against Basil's.

This caught him completely by surprise, which shouldn't have because it seemed this man had no shame, and he couldn't suppress the gasp escaping his mouth. Closing it quickly, the brunette swallowed dryly before staring up at his rival, a slight glare in place.

"How will you handle a man who for tonight.. Is forgetting all of this and simply wants to see if you can scream prettily with that mouth of yours?"

He cursed his body, he really did. That sort of speech shouldn't cause an excited thrill through his body, and it definitely shouldn't have his heart racing. This was wrong, indefinitely and absolutely wrong. He needed to get out immediately.

"Rati..Vincent, we can discuss this," he tried, eyes wide, "Honestly, you and I, we could make such a pair! Just let go of these feelings and let me help you." Truth be told, this wasn't the way Basil had envisioned his talk with the villain, but he would take what he could get at the moment.

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[Basil Holmes]

Basil wasn't feeling well. His pulse was approximately 120 beats per minute, which was well over what he preferred. He could feel the tiny mount of colour seeping into his cheeks, and most of all he could feel the constant tingling down his spine. He couldn't remember feeling this way for quite some time, if ever, and consciously he didn't like it one bit.

The way Ratigan looked at him made Basil uneasy. The eyes of a beast who had its meal, and it was terrifying. The detective was used to threats from criminals, death ones mostly, but sexual advances were few and far between. The occasional woman who had been caught had been known to bat her lashes and stroke his ego, among other things, but he'd never let it progress because he wasn't a sexual being. He was a logical one, a man that thought and didn't feel. This was an altogether alien situation that the brunette did not feel comfortable in.

"I plan on letting go... And we will make a beautiful pair on my bed tonight, my dear Basil of Baker Street."

Heavens above, those words were so alluring. Basil refused to give into any sort of temptation, though. He wasn't about to give up on trying to help his would-be attacker. The man was confused, tricked by the spirit within him that this was what had to be done. But the detective could prove otherwise, that a friendship was entirely possible.

Unfortunately, before he could get a word in edge-wise, a sudden pressure on his lips interrupted him. Eyes widening once more, Basil stared at the face of Ratigan who was..who..

Tensing his body, the man turned his head sharply away, breaking the kiss. He looked at the villain, confused anger radiating from his expression.

"You can stop this," he said seriously, refusing to break eye contact, "Please, just please listen to me. I can help you. You rule your own life, you don't have to be like him." Some might call it a fool's hope, but Basil was determined to turn the situation around one way or another.

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[Basil Holmes]

Basil felt more than heard the growl rumbling from his rival's chest. It was a dangerous sound, and he couldn't deny he was teetering on a very dangerous ledge at the moment. Struggle, he risked the man's anger which, at the moment, seemed to already be taking place. Give in, and..that was just unacceptable. He was a detective, and a damn good one. He wasn't about to sleep with someone because of a dominant attitude and sex appeal.

Unfortunately, Basil was spited as his breathing hitched again when that hand he swear had claws was held to his neck. Only a light pressure was administered, but the brunette felt the threat just the same.

"You're an idiot. Help me? You.. Help me? That's impossible."

"But it's not!" Basil cried, hands reaching up to apply a light pressure to Ratigan's chest, "I've helped so many people, and you're no different. I can--"

"I am not being ruled by HIM. I am doing this of my own free will. I'm not stopping now that I have you. You have a mind that can rival my own. That alone makes you attractive to me."

Oh, that should not have made Basil's body respond so pleasurably. To be called attractive by someone of equal intellect was a thrill, because he knew the professor didn't just see him as something to lay with, but because of his superior intelligence he actually had a large part to play in many peoples' lives. It was comforting in a way not to be gaped and praised by those who thought the slightest thing he did was an act of God. He knew he'd be taken seriously by Ratigan, which is exactly why he would put so much work in a friendship.

"I just wish you knew how beautiful you could be," Basil said, voice bordering on a whisper, "You can stop this. You're in control."

"Now stop acting like a virgin bride on her wedding night."

"If you'd just listen and stop treating me like a common street walker perhaps I wouldn't act--"

It figured once the detective began talking again, he'd be kissed..again. He didn't give in though, and, with his mouth clenched shut, pushed harder against Ratigan's chest.

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[Basil Holmes]

"You.. are being quite adorable, my dear detective."

The sultry tones, the physical stimulation, and that damn man's insistent hands everywhere was causing an internal malfunction in the detective's brain. His body didn't know what was going on, only that it seemed to love betraying him because all it knew was that what was happening was pleasurable.

Basil's brain on the other hand was informing him that he could still reason with Ratigan. That it wasn't that far along, and the man was a genius, after all. Unfortunately the matter of speaking was a little too much for Basil's body because, as mentioned, it was a little confused.

As for his instincts, oh heaven above, Basil's instinct were quite sincere in their shouts for him to get out immediately. It told him the door was still close by and, with a few well-placed maneuvers, it was possible for him to escape.

Again, that all came down to forcing his body to obey him which, as he's already said, won't.

"Just.. Give in for one night. I'll show you something no amount of science will ever allow you to feel."

Swallowing dryly, Basil tried to get rid of the waver in his voice. "Oh, bullocks," he replied dismissively, "If you think you can manipulate my body, you've got another thing coming, my good sir. Now see here....ohh.." Quickly, the detective bit his lip, cutting off the sound that was definitely not a moan.

That blasted hand was touching him..there, and he certainly wasn't pleased by this. Unfortunately for him, yet again, his mind wasn't in control and his hips gave into the slightest movement before he quickly steadied himself. This was not going to happen. Basil was not going to sleep with anyone tonight, least of all the man who obviously needed his help the most.

"And.. If I was treating you like a whore I picked off the street. I would have fucked you in the cab then kicked you out. I never allow any in my actual bed. You'd be the first. But then.. You are not ordinary bed partner.. You're a genius. Yet stupid when it comes to physical aspects in life. I find it endearing somehow."

Oh, that's reassuring. Basil inwardly rolled his eyes, that he was a "special" body to warm Ratigan's bed.

"My body is not your's to find endearing, and it is not your's to possess, Rat--Vincent!" Just keep using the name, he thought, it was more personal, it was bound to work. "Now I demand to be released at once. This is most inappropriate."

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[Basil Holmes]

Again, that vicious snarl. It caused a stirring in Basil's stomach, one that he wasn't used to. If he had to give it a name, he'd call it "borderline-but-most-definitely-not-fear-because-that-would-admit-defeat". A fine title, perhaps a little long, but anything to distract himself from Ratigan's seeking mouth and hands was welcome.

The detective jerked and couldn't suppress the whine that escaped his throat. His rival's hands gripped him tighter in punishment no doubt, which to his usually celibate body was far more sensitive than it should have been.

This was slipping from his fingers, and fast. The situation wasn't at all what Basil had hoped for, and he was beginning to think maybe this wasn't simply a tactic to unnerve him, but perhaps a full-out assault that he wasn't about to be released of with words.

Despite the hope of regaining control, Basil opened his mouth to talk some sort of sense into Ratigan,when he was pressed more firmly into the wall behind him. Immediate discomfort assaulted the detective's body, but he refrained from alerting his assailant of this. Instead he turned his face to the side, refusing to be intimidated with the man's face directly before him, and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

"You. Are. Mine.

Pure possessive obsession was radiating from Ratigan in waves, and he found himself speechless to argue immediately.

"I won't let you go. I'll make you scream my name tonight. And you'll not be able to stop thinking of tonight. I'm a sinner. And you’re a goddamn saint that I plan to tear down and show that the burn of hell is sweeter."

The words honestly chilled Basil. He was suddenly very aware that an overpowering aroused man was holding him to a wall, and was threatening all manners of terrible torture. This wasn't a case, this was quickly shifting into a situation he couldn't control.

"And one last note. Anyone else touches you.. I'll break limps. They can never match to what we can share."

"Exactly!" Basil said desperately, turning his face back to face the professor, "Not to you hurting someone, but you're right! Together we can do so much, Vincent. If you'll just listen to me--"

And of course a mouth was on his again just when he began. No sooner had forceful lips trapped his own however, did Basil feel a movement on a rather intimate part of his body. Quickly, he lowered both of his own hands to tug at the offending hand, though instead managed to somehow brush his fingers against a rather odd bit of something that, upon grasping it out of curiousity because damnitt even in the worst situation he has to inspect everything, Basil was forced to recognize as the result of his presence.

His lips parted of their own, from a pleasurable or surprised gasp he wasn't all that keen on differing, and, uncomfortably, his tongue twitched and accidentally brushed the other man's lips. Immediately pulling away, Basil quickly closed his mouth and gazed, determined not to look at Ratigan, at the floor.

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[Basil Holmes]

"Try to give in."

Try to..Unacceptable! Absolutely out of the question. If he gave in, the world was left unguarded and dangerous criminals ran amuck, and though Basil had faith in the justice department, they were really just so incompetent sometimes and arrogant to boot! No, he most certainly would not give in because that would mean a mighty loss for not only his record but his ego as well.

"Also.. Your fighting only arouses me more."

"Really, have you no shame!" The detective couldn't help but gape in shock. "That's the crudest thing I've heard in my life, and mind you, I've heard quite the inappropriate things in my day--"

No. No no no no no. He was not being picked up and thrown over Ratigan's shoulders like a sack of potatoes, and he was most definitely not being carried to his rival's bedroom. Absolutely ridiculous and out of the question.

Unfortunately, Basil couldn't exactly deny it any further as a door closed behind him, said door being one he momentarily admired for its fine workmanship. That couldn't be fine mahogany, could it? The detective actually made to reach out and touch the intricate carvings before he caught himself.

The room was dim, the only source of lighting emitting from the white cast of the moon overhead. Twisting slightly, Basil could make out a large bed out of the corner of his eye and tensed noticeably. This was in fact, heading in the opposite direction than he would have hoped.

"Listen, we're both gentlemen here," he said calmly, though felt insufferably awkward lying over Ratigan's shoulder in such a position, "Why don't you just put me down, we can have a cup of tea, and sort this out. Really, it doesn't have to come to this."

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[Basil Holmes]

Now this was just getting ridiculous. Basil would like to make it very clear to whatever higher power this was not what he intended and that he in fact was quite vehement in preventing what was slowly beginning to feel like an inevitability.

"And. I hope you don't make me tie you up. Because I will if I have to.

Oh, that was clearly for provocation, which the detective would most certainly not give into. He would protest, oh, he'd use every trick he'd learned over the years as a method to just put a stop to all this madness. If that didn't work, he'd use his environment to his advantage, naturally.

Upon being placed on the bedspread (where he distantly noted was quite comfortable), Basil swallowed nervously and stared at the figure before him. Great Scott, he resembled his villain so much in that stance, all strength and cunning and handsome and he was stopping right this instant because the greatest detective in history wasn't finding his attacker attractive.

"You've never had anyone take control like this.."

Narrowing his eyes, Basil used his arms to lift his upper body from the bed. "No, and I must say I find it most undesirable," he replied sternly. Before he could continue however, the calculative advances of Ratigan had him lying down again, the very strong and overpowering man above him.

"This will be just between us. I won't use it as any sort of leverage. Just enjoy yourself. I'll show you things that will have you crying out in pleasure.

The likelihood of that statement being true was very doubtful in Basil's eyes, this situation alone proving that Ratigan was not a man to be trusted. He remained silent however, settling for a steady glare directed into the man's face.

"Don't fight me.."

Basil didn't move as the villain's lips descended on his, and even inclined his head to the side to feign permission as Ratigan's mouth moved down his neck. Swallowing his pride, the brunette swept his eyes around the room, trying best to discern what exactly he could use to escape from his impending danger.

A lamp was within reach, but he wouldn't resort to violence unless absolutely necessary, not when he still had the chance of extending a hand in friendship. A pillow to throw the man off guard might work, not in which to smother him naturally, but one often didn't expect assault by pillow.

Carefully, Basil faked a small moan, because he was absolutely not receiving any sort of joy in this, and reached behind him, behaving as though the pleasure was forcing his body into a slight movement. Once both hands had a firm grip on the pillow case, he quickly lifted his head and smacked Ratigan's face, with hopefully enough force to flee. If it worked, he'd be running instantly for the door, not wasting any time.

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[Basil Holmes]

Basil's lips opened slightly as the pillow didn't land its mark. Feeling a momentary sensation of fear, the detective remained still and swallowed dryly. The man hadn't displayed any violent attributes so far, but he couldn't be sure.

To his surprise however, Ratigan simply discarded his weapon (because yes, it was a weapon) and actually got off of him. Furrowing his brows in confusion, Basil slowly sat up while his rival lit up a cigarette. The familiar smell of tobacco wafted from the villain's mouth, and the detective couldn't suppress a slight desire for the cancerous substance.

Oh, he really wished he had his pipe with him. In times of stress and turmoil that always seemed to calm his nerves, if only a little. The hot smoke and nicotine rush was pure ecstasy when Basil felt irritated or nervous, and right now he was more than tempted to request a cigarette himself. Squashing down the urge however, the detective simply remained watching his rival cautiously.

This wasn't all that expected. He still anticipated attempting to reason with him, even at the cost of sounding like a broken record, but it seemed the man was second guessing his actions. Just as well, Basil supposed, slowly sliding his legs to the side of the bed so he could sit up properly. Shifting his gaze, he watched as Ratigan stood up and turned to him.

"Did you want some tea?"

Basil's hands froze as the straightened his collar, trying to fix his bedraggled appearance. "....What?"

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[Vincent Ratigan]

He lifted his hand to his lips and pulled away the cigarette, blowing out a thin white line of smoke. He looked at the man and wait for an answer. He got an amusing reaction and he simply chuckled. "I asked if you wanted tea, Basil. I have some wonderful earl grey," he said, repeating his question to the other man. Vincent then turned on his heel and walked to the door, opening it and walking out, not even casting Basil another look. This was actually kind of fun. Fucking with Basil's mind, that is. Vincent winced a bit though. Looks like it was just him and his hand once the other man was gone. Such a shame. He would have given the other the time of his life. But God... Dealing with Basil was like dealing with a virgin girl. Vincent sighed as he entered his small, yet humble kitchen, pulling out a tea set.

He paused though. He would allow Basil to leave if he wished. Though it would be a shame to drink such a nice tea by himself. "Mew." Vincent looked down at Felicia who was curling about his legs. "That's my good girl.." he cooed around the cigarette, bending to lift her into his arms. He cuddled her and then brought them face to face, though a bit held back so Felicia wouldn't get smoke in her face. "You know. You're the only one I can truly trust, Felicia. Because no matter what. You stay with me.." he said, earning himself another meow from the kitten.

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[Basil Holmes]

Was..was this a joke? A poorly constructed, haphazard, ridiculous joke? Did the school plan this, did an old rival? Did they think he needed someone to molest him, threaten to take complete advantage of him, and then abruptly stop and offer..tea? What..was going on?

"I asked if you wanted tea, Basil. I have some wonderful earl grey."

The question left the detective gaping. Honestly. Tea. Was it because he was English? Was this a trap? This beahaviour was so unpredictable Basil felt honestly quite lost, and that didn't happen often. He'd seen the Disney film, read the childrens' books, and the story of Sherlock Holmes and Professor Moriarty, but despite all of that, this was still ridiculously confounding.

The brunette watched as if in a shocked daze as Ratigan left the room. He just..left. Was he supposed to follow? Not that he was supposed to do anything mind, but honestly, this was thoroughly flabbergasting. After a moment's hesitation, Basil slowly stood up and, taking a few hesitant steps forward, peered around the door frame. No villain jumping out of the shadows to ravish him yet. Giving a slight sniff in the air as he detected the scent of tea, he scurried forward, not unlike a mouse, and kept to the walls until his rival's kitchen came into view.

"That's my good girl.."

Once again, Basil peeked around the corner and watched as Ratigan lovingly caressed the fluffy (could it have more hair?) cat.

"You know. You're the only one I can truly trust, Felicia. Because no matter what. You stay with me.."

A momentary feeling of pity, surprisingly enough, welled up within Basil's chest. That sort of talk was quite troubling, to be honest. The man felt he could only trust a cat? His childhood must not have been a trip to Disney World. lol

Stepping calmly away from the wall, the detective walked slowly into the kitchen, stance cautious and eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"What sort of game are you playing?" he asked slowly, fists clenching slightly, "If you're aiming to confuse me, consider it a job well done."

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[Vincent Ratigan]

The kitten purred in his arms and then licked his chin. He gently set her down and she trotted off, Vincent's eyes following her as he straightened, only for them to fall on basil as the man entered the kitchen. Vincent pulled his cigarette from his lips and snubbed it out in the ashtray he left int he kitchen for his finished cigarettes. He tended to only smoke in his room or before the fireplace in his old penthouse in New York City. But he kept an ashtray in the kitchen because he tended to end his cigarette in the kitchen just before preparing something for himself to either eat or drink.

He blew out the last of the smoke, feeling the other man's eyes on him, and it wasn't a gentle look, that much he knew.

"What sort of game are you playing?"

Basil asked him, his words drawn out in a slow manner, and Vincent lifted his eyes to see Basil's fists clenching slightly at his sides.

"If you're aiming to confuse me, consider it a job well done."

He sighed a bit and shrugged. He turned to making the tea, hand moving in an easy manner showing he was use to handling delicate materials.

"Honestly. I want a willing partner in my bed, Basil," he finally said after a moment, putting a kettle on the stove to boil some water for the tea. "I'm not playing any game. If I wanted a cold fuck.. I would have picked up from hooker to fake moan in my bed," he added with a bit of a huff. He turned to the other man and crossed his arms over his chest as he rested back against the counter in front of the sink and looked at Basil. "Again. Wasn't aiming to confuse you. Your fake moan was like a bucket of ice water. I'm experienced enough in bed to know when my partner is faking. And I hate actors in my bed. Kills the mood competely."

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[Basil Holmes]

He watched as the tuft of fur trotted past, making sure to slide its tail along the leg of his pants as it did so. Scrunching his nose slightly, Basil watched after it in distaste. Bloody thing got hair on him on purpose. He pushed his attention back on Ratigan however, not taking any chances that the man wasn't to lash out like a snake.

"Honestly. I want a willing partner in my bed, Basil.

Said man couldn't contain the disbelieving snort. Fat chance. The detective wasn't interested in being anyone's bed partner, and definitely wouldn't be willing with this fiend.

"I'm not playing any game. If I wanted a cold fuck.. I would have picked up from hooker to fake moan in my bed.

Basil felt his jaw drop slightly, before he caught himself and closed it, gritting his teeth. A steady heat pooled into his cheeks however, and he spitefully willed it away. Was he that bad at acting..sexual? Not that he was bothered by that thought, as he couldn't care less, but acting was a very large section of his career. If he couldn't fake pleasure in order to escape, he had quite a problem. Naturally, he'd never practiced that sort of trick, rarely actually straying to that potential situation.

"Again. Wasn't aiming to confuse you. Your fake moan was like a bucket of ice water. I'm experienced enough in bed to know when my partner is faking. And I hate actors in my bed. Kills the mood competely."

The detective huffed slightly, arms raising to fold over his chest. "Well it's certainly a delight to know all I have to do is pretend to enjoy you and you'll stop, when verbally shouting it only eggs you on," he replied icily, eyebrows furrowing in a slight glare, "If you're after a willing bed partner, I'm sure there are plenty in this city, even in this school who are wanton enough for you. Why you decided to harass me is a mystery, however." Here Basil lowered his arms to fix a few buttons that had come undone on his shirt. "So who's paying you? Did someone I lock away bribe you? Didn't have the nerve to come after me themselves?"

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