some experimenting (One on One) (Open)

Vaughn straightened, stretching his legs out a bit. It appeared as if he was just staring off into the park in thought, when in reality he was still looking at and listening to the figure and the other voices. “Right. Do you know his schedule?” he asked, licking his lips to wet them after he spoke.

Vaughn listened to Ilya closely. He could get into the house towards the end of his work. There wouldn’t be others around and he could catch the man by surprise. “Alright, I think I know what to do.” He spoke up after a moment of thought. “You definitely shouldn’t be around when I do it. Some people want to stay but it’s.. very gruesome to say the least.”

Vaughn shook his head. “Just leave while he’s at work. I’ll come when he’s not home. Just let me in and come here. He won’t even know or have time to know,” he reassured. “I really think you don’t want to see what’s going to happen to him.”

Vaughn huffed lowly at Ilya’s words, shaking his head a tad. “Ok, fine. But you need to just stay hidden in a locked room. I don’t want you getting hurt when it happens,” he told Ilya, looking over at him now.

Vaughn brushed his hair from his eyes. “I can come today. But I need to get a few things from where I’m staying- like my weapons- and I also need to change.” He liked to look professional when he was doing his work.

Vaughn scratched at his jaw in thought. There was a bit of stubble beginning to form. He needed to shave before he went. “I’ll be over at about 5:30. Unless I should be over earlier,” he responded. He might get a bit of food before he headed over. Should he just invite Ilya?

Vaughn nodded his head a bit. “I will do that, yes,” he replied to Ilya’s request. “But I do have to ask.. I frankly haven’t eaten anything sustaining all day- I was thinking about grabbing a late lunch if you would like to join me.” ’Want to be around the pretty boy, Finley?’ the voices snickered, and he shook them off. He was being polite. Sure Ilya was attractive, but he was a client. He needed to have restraint. It wasn’t good for Ilya to get involved with him.

“I’m completely sure. I don't want anything from you in return,” Vaughn said, tilting his head a bit. “I don’t have company very much. Not anyone real, at least,” he said, thinking the figure and voices didn’t count. “So having clients are my one way to socialize.” And it was true. His only friends were Veronica and Manuel. And even then he barely saw them in person. He would spend weeks alone at a time. Of course it got lonely. But talking to clients, even just about the job, was something that kept him sane.

Vaughn stood up from where he was sitting, looking down at Ilya. He stuffed his hands into the pocket of his hoodie as his fingers twitched. “There’s a small diner nearby that had good food. We can go there.” He looked around them before looking back at Ilya. “Does that sound ok?”

The corners of Vaughn’s lips quirked up to form a faint ghost of a smile. “Great. It’s a short walk from here,” he said, taking a few steps along the path out of the park, making sure that Ilya was following him before he continued to walk.

Little did Ilya know, Vaughn was tempted to do the same. He couldn’t deny his attraction towards the male. Just say that it was a dangerous thing- he was a dangerous thing to get involved with. Besides, he was a serial killer. Ilya knew that. Ilya would be more disgusted by the idea of doing things like hold hands that had been used to kill, he assumed. “They serve a lot of things. You can get breakfast foods, burgers, chicken… Lots of things. And they do have desserts,” he responded, his lips quirking into another little smile. “Have a bit of a sweet tooth?”

Vaughn’s brows raised at that, his smile falling. Why would Ilya be apologizing for wanting something sweet? He was sure it had to do with some sort of shaming from Damian. “Hey, listen,” he said, stopping walking, his tone soft. “You can like that- I’m not judging. I have the biggest sweet tooth myself. Nothing to be ashamed of.” Hesitantly, he took one hand out of his pocket, his fingers lightly brushing Ilya’s in an obviously careful and purposely gentle manner. “I promise.”

Vaughn’s breath caught in his throat when Ilya intertwined their fingers together. Ilya wasn’t pulling away with disgust. Maybe he hadn’t thought it through. He had killed people with his bare hands. He had done it multiple times. Did that not seem terrible to hold the hand of a serial killer? “Well, order what you’d like for it today. Just treat yourself today,” he said. Of course, he would be paying. He didn’t mind. He had the money from food that Manuel had sent him.

“If I didn’t want to do this, I wouldn’t be,” Vaughn told Ilya, glancing down at the male. “I don’t have much else to spend the money I was given on. I enjoy doing these things for others.” His fingers twitched in the slightest against Ilya’s, and he barely noticed the normal tic. The figure walked beside him, staring with its eyeless face and grinning that sinister grin the whole entire time.

Vaughn noticed the slight tension after his fingers twitched. He thought he should explain himself. “Don’t worry about my fingers. They’ve done that since I was a kid, it just happens sometimes. An old doctor thought there was something wrong with the nerves in my fingers that caused them to do that,” he explained with a little shrug. He listened to Ilya talk about sharing a dessert. “Deal. We can do that.”