Thirium Heart//Reed900

That Thing About The Thirium Pump (24)

(Hey, just a quick TW, brief mentions of past abuse and major character death at the end of this chapter. I'll mark it.)

"YOU... YOU BITCH!" Gavin screamed, shoving himself away. "I CAN'T PHCKING BELIEVE YOU'VE DONE THIS TO ME! I TRUSTED YOU, CONAN, I LOVED YOU! AND YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS?" Conan sighed loftily, running his thumb over his fingernails.

"That's the way the dice roll, love," he said, feigning pity. "Now, I believe you owe me $3,500?"

"NO WAY! HOW DO I OWE YOU THAT MUCH? THAT'S MORE THAN I HAVE!"

"I own Park Place and Boardwalk, honey, with hotels on both. You gotta pay up." Conan smirked devilishly.

"Stop with the cute pet names! I'm trying to be mad at you, " Gavin pouted. "Shit, I'm going to have to give you the rest of my properties, aren't I?"

"Mmmm, yep." Conan leaned forward, asking for a kiss. Gavin closed the gap, and Conan swiped all of his cash and property cards. 

"You sly phcking bastard, " Gavin swore, leaning his forehead against Conan's. "How did you get so good at Monopoly?"

"I've got three brothers, Gav. I've learned some things." Conan reclined, leaning back on his elbows. "Wanna know something I learned?"

"Hm?"

"Loser has to clean the game up!" He giggled and Gavin shoved him over.

"Phcking nerd," Gavin said, sticking his tongue out. "I'll clean up, but only because you're cute." He looked over, expecting Conan to be flustered. 

"Mmmm, no you," he says with a cheeky grin. "You're the cutest." A hot red blush bloomed across Gavin's face. 

"I'm too old for this shit," he muttered, swiping all of the game pieces into the box. 

"Too old for what? To be told you're the cutest man in the entire galaxy? Mhm, I don't think so." Gavin made an incomprehensible noise, nearly dropping the box. 

"Phckin.... android..." is all he managed to reply. 

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Conan said with a wink. "Geez, it's already ten! Monopoly sucks up time, eh?" 

"Time flies when you're with the most handsome phcker in the universe," Gavin replied casually. That made Conan blush. 

"Gavin... you don't mean that," he said, rolling over onto his stomach. "Me? Handsome? With my stupid white hair and all of my scars? Not a chance." Gavin finished packing up the game, then slapped Conan's ass. 

"Shut the hell your mouth," he countered eloquently. 

"G-Gavin!" 

" 'You're gonna look at me and tell me that I'm wrong?' " he quoted, getting up from where he sat. Conan buried his face in his hands. "Not so smooth now, are you?" He chuckled. 

"Just go put the game away." Conan flips over onto his back, preventing Gavin from touching his ass again. "Hey, it's getting kinda late, isn't it?" Conan said once Gavin returned

"Co, it's literally only 10. How is late?"

"I mean, I suppose it's not that late, but work's been stressing you out and you haven't been sleeping."

"Wait, how do you know about work?" Gavin frowns.

"I have my sources. But anyway, do you want to try laying down? You can tell me all about what I've been missing at work, and maybe I can offer a little insight into what's been bothering you. I can finally access my processing place, so I can help piece together the evidence." Conan smiles hopefully.