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Lucas nearly pushes him through the door and then kisses his neck once it's closed, walking him toward the back wall, his hands ducking under fabric and a low rumble in his throat. The stains and flickering, greenish lighting has no discouraging effect and the throb of the music only makes him want to shake Brody against that shaking wall.

His teeth pull at his ear as he continues to mumble. "Ты красивая. Fuck you into nothingness, милая моя, шлюха моя-"

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His chin tilts as he watches Brody's lips.

"I would like to bring you to my home now."

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He brings his head back, slowly, stops just when he lets him go. "Okay." He smiles quickly, nervously. It's still not okay, but he's the last person who can throw stones here -- killing people is part of what he is, too, now.