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The lake is an ancient place, dark and deep. Apparently it's some sort of tourist destination now, and Jade can see little vacation homes dotting the edge of the lake, pale smudges against the darkening twilight.

What does Heine thinks of these trespasses to his territory, he wonders? Does he resent these humans and their entrepreneurship, their never-ending desire to expand and tame every bit of wilderness they lay eyes on? Or does he see it as an opportunity - a veritable feast for that black lake of his?

Whatever the case, Jade is of the opinion that Heine has more than enough mortals to amuse himself with. He walks slowly along the lakeside, breathing in the clean, sweet air as the evening deepens around him. Heine must know he's here, but he hasn't shown himself yet; he seems determined to continue making a nuisance out of himself.

It's not until dusk falls that Jade finally speaks out. "It's not polite to leave a guest waiting, you know."

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It's cool in his bedroom, and it smells faintly of pine and chestnut. If Jonathan notices, he doesn't remark on it, and Jade is grateful for the lack of awkward questions.

"If you insist." His words may be less than enthusiastic, but he's smiling at Jonathan as he says it, although his smile turns sharper when he faces Heine. Leash still in hand, he climbs onto the bed. Jonathan kisses him, and Jade kisses him back, frowning a little as he tastes lake water lurking under the heady rush of Jonathan's power.

His frown hadn't gone unnoticed. "Something wrong?" Jonathan inquires, and Jade is quick to shake his head.

"No, nothing at all. I was simply thinking about something." Which is true enough. Jade is quick to continue: "Why don't you look after Heine for me? He seems to prefer your company."

The leash passes into Eichel's hands. Jade sits back to admire the sight: this may not be Heine's real leash, but it's still quite remarkable to see a human hold such a visible symbol of power over a fae.

Heine seats himself on the bed, bringing his legs up to sit comfortably cross-legged. He doesn't like Jonathan holding the leash any more than he'd liked Jade having it.

"Would you lie down for me?"

A request and not an order. Heine fulfills it slowly, without verbal confirmation, laying himself out on the bed and pulling Jonathan down with him by the front of his shirt. With a smile the man kisses him again and Heine wraps his arms around his shoulders to draw him close.

It isn't often that he finds himself physically engaging with anybody, but now he has two people in his bed, one of them human and the other a kelpie, of all things. Jade continues to sit to one side, slightly more uncomfortable than he lets on; this isn't at all what he had expected when he brought Jonathan home today.

Still, he's well aware there's only so long he can keep his distance without seeming suspicious. Jonathan glances at him as he kisses Heine, and Jade smiles at him, moving closer. His fingers ghost down the mortal's back.

He may as well join in fully. He moves behind Jonathan, wrapping his arms around him and pressing close, breathing in his power as he nips playfully at his ear. He can feel Jonathan's breath hitch before the mortal continues to kiss Heine, running his hands experimentally along the pale expanse of Heine's body.

Heine watches Jade move behind Jonathan, eyes half-lidded and calm. Jade won't try anything while they're like this. He wants Jonathan as much as Heine does, and he has a reputation as a mortal to uphold that Heine doesn't have to worry about.

And for now, it feels good. Heine looks down, breathing slowly as he watches Jonathan's hands travel over his body. "Jonathan..." He allows himself to make noise, a low moan, and grasps at the man's chest. "Touch me more."

At that soft noise, Jade stirs. It's quite unexpected to hear such a warm sound coming from another fae, particularly one he associates with cold lake water, deep and fathomless. Perhaps Heine is more human than he lets on. He's certainly human enough that Jonathan doesn't regard him with caution any more. Rather, Jonathan touches him eagerly, hands roaming all along his body as he kisses Heine again, soft and sweet.

What a touching sight. Jade smiles to himself, meeting Heine's eyes as he does. Without asking for permission, he begins to undo the buttons on Jonathan's shirt, and is pleased to feel Jonathan arching back against him.

"Where do you want me to touch you?" Jonathan murmurs. His hands glide along Heine's sides, then he reaches up to tweak at Heine's nipples. "Like this? Or would you like something else?"

Heine shifts underneath Jonathan's hands, biting his lower lip in a show of responsiveness. He knows what people like, their desires clear to him after years of observation and proximity. That distance has increased, as of late, because he only needs one or two humans a year to keep him company.

But he can try, for this one. To take him away from Jade.

"Kiss me... and touch me lower."

Jonathan smiles, hands traveling lower down. He glances back at Jade as he does so, asking, "And how would you like to join in?"

"Oh, I'm afraid I haven't entirely decided yet." Which is true - or he wouldn't have been able to say as much - but his hands are deft and sure as he finishes unbuttoning Jonathan's shirt, his fingers trailing playfully along the bared skin.

But, as much as Jonathan's smile interests him, Jade finds himself more preoccupied by Heine's reactions. They're so entirely unexpected; who would have thought someone as cold and flat as Heine would be such a good actor?

"Why don't you keep touching Heine for now? I've never seen him so docile before. He looks quite nice like this, don't you agree?"

Jonathan smiles, resting his hands on Heine's thighs. Jade's own hands roam downwards, reaching for Jonathan's belt buckle.

Heine resists the urge to glare at Jade—mostly. He still fixes him with a cold look for a moment before Jonathan chuckles and kisses his shoulder before working his way down, marking him occasionally with lips and tongue.

"Don't pout," he murmurs. Heine sighs internally and attempts to soften his gaze.

"I'll make you feel better." Jonathan helps Jade remove his belt first before putting his hand between Heine's legs, rubbing his palm gently over his balls and smoothing dry fingers over his hole.

It feels rather odd. Heine hasn't engaged in such activities for a while. He shifts uneasily beneath Jonathan for a moment before starting to sit up.

Jade can feel Jonathan shift under him, adjusting his weight to make it difficult for Heine to sit up. "I'll take care of you," the mortal promises. He stills the gentle movements of his hand, but his fingers remain where they are, applying a gentle pressure against Heine's hole.

"I thought you wanted this, Heine." Jade comments. He continues to lean against Jonathan, arms wrapped around him. One hand slides down the front of Jonathan's pants, just to see him jump — disappointingly enough, he doesn't react except for a low exhale. "Or do you back out of a challenge so easily?"

It isn't enough. I'll take care of you isn't enough of a binding statement, so he needs more.

With a slight frown Heine relaxes on the blankets again. He wants to shove Jade away so he can just do this with the mortal, but then it wouldn't be a game, would it?

"Fine," he murmurs. He pulls Jonathan down for another kiss, using his other hand to yank at Jade's wrist to make him move his hand.

Jade almost laughs. Heine is being so sullen; it's rather amusing to watch. He wonders if Jonathan will be put off. It would certainly be more convenient if he were, but now that this game had begun, it would be rather disappointing if it were to end just like that.

The yank is sharp enough to hurt slightly, but Jade ignores the twinge of discomfort, allowing his hand to be tugged downwards, palm rubbing against Jonathan's cock. The sensation of velvety skin against his own is slightly familiar, as is the sheer heat coming from Jonathan, but Jade adjusts quickly.

"A little more," Jonathan murmurs, and Jade is quick to oblige, lazily resting against Jonathan's back as he wraps his fingers firmly around his cock. He thinks, idly, about debts and favours - about using sex to chain Jonathan to him, but such complexities would require more planning than he can spare right now.

Jonathan smiles, kissing Heine back. His fingers circle against Heine's hole, more insistent this time. "You'll tell me if I'm going too fast, Heine? I want you to be able to trust me."

As if he could ever trust a mortal. Heine's eyes turn flat and cold for a second before he brings himself to the present again, focusing on how he presents himself to Jonathan. He spreads his legs further apart, eyes averted.

"I'm ready," he murmurs.

Jonathan kisses him again, like a reward, and looks to Jade for further supplies.

Pressed so close against Jonathan, Jade can feel how he tenses fractionally at the sudden coldness that sweeps over Heine's eyes. So, Jonathan was sharp enough to notice. But that's hardly a surprise; the man's acuity had been one of the things that had drawn Jade to him in the first place.

It takes him a scant moment to realize what Jonathan wants when he looks back at him. Oh dear. That could be a problem.

"I'm afraid I'm all out," he says cheerfully. Which is technically the truth; he did have such supplies a long time ago, when he had first dabbled in such matters out of curiosity.

"Really?" Jonathan's hands linger on Heine for a long moment before he withdraws them. Going into this without proper lube would certainly contradict his earlier promise to be gentle. "And you don't have any either, Heine?"

Jade is just doing this to make things more difficult, isn't he? Heine doesn't glare at him, this time, mostly because he's thinking.

"Then I'll do something else," he says. He looks into Jonathan's eyes, promising without words, Come to me and you will receive what you desire.

Jonathan lets Heine up this time, sitting back against the wall as Heine begins to climb into his lap.

Now, now, he can't have that. He sees that look in Heine's eyes, and while it has no effect on him, he knows just how powerful it would be towards a mortal.

Direct interference would be upset their little game, but Jade isn't above a little subterfuge.

"Why don't you close your eyes?" He advises Jonathan, breath warm against his ear. "Relax. Heine knows what he's doing."

He doubts he'll ever be able to understand the allure of kelpies, but he can't deny that they're effective at what they do.

Without eye contact his influence won't be nearly as strong. Heine frowns, seeing Jonathan's eyes slowly slide shut, and decides he'll just have to make him open his eyes.

He starts gently enough, kissing at Jonathan's hips and pulling his pants further down to expose more skin. He's close to his cock when he adds teeth, nipping sharply enough to leave a red mark.

Jonathan flinches and gasps besides him, more from surprise than true pain, but Jade is quick to lean over and kiss him, blocking his view of Heine.

It's...strange, kissing a mortal again after so long, tasting his warmth and the feeling the richness of his power. Jade pulls away after a moment, glancing down at Heine.

"Now, now. Play nice, Heine."

Annoying. Heine gives Jade a sour glance before returning his attentions to Jonathan. He kisses at the spot he'd just bitten, then draws his tongue along the cut of his hip to where the mortal's cock is beginning to harden.

Pressing his lips to Jonathan's cock, Heine opens his mouth and sucks at the tip. He puts his hands on Jonathan's legs, squeezing gently.

Jonathan exhales slowly. Jade can read the desire that winds under Jonathan's skin, apparent in the curl of his fingers through Heine's snowy hair. "You don't have to let him set the pace, you know," he murmurs to Jonathan, bent close enough to the mortal that his hair brushes against his cheek. "Why not make him go faster?"

Jonathan seems to consider it, a crinkle in his brow. His grip on Heine's hair tightens momentarily.

Heine keeps his lips tight around the tip, rubbing his hands over Jonathan's thighs in a slow rhythm that matches how he begins to move his head.

Though his senses are certainly better than most people's are, Heine doesn't hear before Jonathan pulls on his hair, hard enough to force him to take his cock halfway.

With an annoyed grunt Heine bites down and pulls off. Jonathan had flinched, but Heine just wipes his mouth and frowns at him.

Jade spies the flash of teeth, then the grimace that passes over Jonathan's expression. He hides a smile.

"Heine!" He says reprovingly. "You can't do that sort of thing without permission."

"You can't tell me what to do." And the mortal, even less so, unless he took his lead.

Speaking of which—Jonathan seems to have recovered from the brief pain and is trying to reach for Heine. "Why did you do that?" he says. Heine fixes him with a look, sinking his power into him through his eyes. "...I'm sorry," Jonathan continues, more slowly. "I'll try again."

Blocking Jonathan's line of sight would be too obvious, so Jade settles for frowning, resting one hand on Jonathan's elbow. "There's no need to apologise, Jonathan," he says. "Heine is the one in the wrong here. After all, you barely know anything of our ways."

Jonathan blinks, unsure. Jade isn't fond of brute force, so he keeps his influence subtle, but doubtless Jonathan can still feel his mind being tugged both ways, even if he may not be consciously aware of it.

"Still, I would like to do better," the mortal says slowly, blinking. "I want you to trust me, Heine, I truly do."

Trust is just never going to happen. Heine is still frowning, eyes intent to the point that Jonathan seems slightly taken aback.

"Let me try again," Jonathan repeats. He moves away from Jade, finally causing Heine's expression to soften. The mortal kisses him, hands gentle on his shoulders.

He'd much rather keep Jonathan close to him, but oh well. Pushing hard may drive him off; he had seen the uncertainty that flickered across Jonathan's face when he was confronted with the full force of Heine's glare. Subjecting him to another source of pressure may be enough to send figurative alarm bells ringing.

He watches without comment as Jonathan draws Heine into a deep kiss, his tongue flicking at Heine's bottom lip before sliding into his mouth. Carefully, his hands drop down to caress the pale collar around Heine's neck.