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"Heine, your lack of tact is truly astounding." That's likely an ambiguous enough statement to make while conveying the true extent of his annoyance with Heine. His eyes narrow. "Why don't you put on some clothes before we talk?"

His mind is whirling. Eichel may suspect his true nature, but suspicion is quite different from actual confirmation. Right now, Jade isn't entirely sure what to do, so he resorts to what he does best: evading, stalling for time.

He doesn't have any clothes, though, and Jade should know that. Heine looks at him suspiciously, crossing his arms.

"He already saw." Heine looks Jonathan in the eye, bringing the temptations of the lake, cool water on a hot day, into his voice. "Come here."

The mortal takes a few steps forward, seemingly before he realizes what he's doing.

"Jade, this is... why did you ask me to come here again? And who is this?"

"An acquaintance of mine." He touches Jonathan's wrist lightly, anchoring him as he glances at Heine. Such an overt exertion of his power, and so soon? Heine has no understanding of subtlety, but that's hardly a revelation.

If this goes poorly, they might both lose Jonathan.

"I apologise for his behaviour," he continues smoothly. "I'm afraid he doesn't have the best sense of appropriateness."

He's still talking without saying much, continuing to stall for time. There's so many odd things about this situation - Heine's nudity, his collar, the talk of terms, not to mention Heine's commanding attitude... How does he present this in a way that wouldn't drive Jonathan off immediately?

Jonathan laughs, and it only sounds slightly forced. "This is a surprise, to be sure. But let me introduce myself. My name is Jonathan."

"Heine." He already knows the mortal, but giving him a part of his true name will allow him very little power. Especially if he doesn't offer any other information while letting the awkward silence drag on until Jade breaks it.

This really is quite awkward. No one seems willing to speak, and Jade senses it won't be long until Jonathan's caution gets the better of him and he decides that leaving would be the wisest choice.

(Which, to be fair, would be entirely correct. It's never a good idea to be caught between two fae.)

He has to stop him before that happens. An idea is slowly beginning to form, but it's rather outrageous, even by his standards. Oh well. He's never been one to be easily embarrassed.

"Heine and I have a proposition for you," he says, choosing his words carefully. "As you can see, Heine leads a rather...alternative lifestyle. We were wondering if you'd be interested in being part of that."

Most people will never realize just how "alternative" their lifestyles are, but he wonders if Jonathan is sharp enough to pick up on the double meaning in his words.

Jonathan keeps up the polite smile, and it strengthens the longer Jade speaks. He still isn't sure what, exactly, is going on, but Jade's explanation gives him an easy way to understand. With Heine looking at him, red eyes sharp, his mind follows the path of least resistance.

"What does 'being part of that' entail?" he asks. "I'm interested, but I'd like to know more first."

Servitude, he thinks. He would be able to put Jonathan's mind to such good use. It'd be such a waste to give him up to Heine, to see all that intelligence and ambition vanishing under the bleak waters of Heine's lake like so much wreckage.

"It's simple, really. I'm interested in matters of power and control."

Heine's power lies in stillness, in the restful calm of his lake. Why not combat it with heat? Action? Jade isn't a particularly passionate creature - quite unlike his Unseelie kin - but he thinks he can pretend well enough. He has never really contemplated seduction as a method of holding sway over a mortal, but it seems to work well enough for some of the fae, so why not give it a try?

At the very least, it would make things interesting.

"Which do you prefer?" He asks, watching Jonathan intently. "Would you rather be the one in control, or the one submitting?"

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Of course, power and control are what all all sex is about, Jonathan thinks. He meets Jade's eyes with a slight tilt of his head.

"I'm used to being the one in control." He glances at Heine—and his collar, before speaking to Jade again. "So are you, I'd guess."

"Oh, either way is fine by me," he responds with his usual airy attitude. He smiles with eyes closed, the intensity of his stare vanishing in an instant.

"Now, let's discuss the terms." He smiles at Heine this time, dagger-sharp. "Heine, are you willing to give us joint ownership over you?"

A bold thing to ask for, but if Heine insists on making things so difficult for him, Jade sees no reason not to repay the favour.

Heine balances his hip against one of the kitchen counters, head tilted as he waits.

'Ownership'. Though he doesn't cross his arms, Heine's posture becomes markedly more guarded. "I'm not going to give you my lead."

"Would you give it to Jonathan?" He's watching Heine now. He's taunting him, mostly, but there's a part of Jade that is legitimately interested in Heine's answer.

"No." Why the hell would he do that? Even if he wants a mortal, he wouldn't offer them the power of ownership, whether it were by name or by possession of his lead.

"It would just be for tonight, if you didn't want it again." Without speaking Heine peers at Jonathan out of the corner of his eye, frowning. That isn't how it works.

"Whatever you're ready to give me," the mortal is saying. He walks closer slowly, making sure that Heine can see his approach. Raising one hand he touches Heine's jaw, smoothing the pad of his thumb over his skin. "I'll be gentle."

At this point Jonathan has been directed to believe that this is simply a strange sexual encounter and is acting accordingly. Heine thinks this might be a bad idea, but he's not opposed to sex, even with mortals. He turns his face into Jonathan's hand, almost nuzzling it, watching him slyly through his eyelashes.

"You can have control of Jade too," he murmurs. He smirks at Jonathan, not bothering to look at the other fae.

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Jade doesn't miss a beat. "I think Jonathan would have his hands full with just you, won't you agree?"

He watches Heine, tapping his fingers thoughtfully against his chin. It's strange to see him rubbing against Jonathan in such a manner, and equally strange to see Jonathan cup his cheek, thumb brushing tenderly across Heine's skin.

"Why not give him your lead, Heine? One night won't hurt."

Probably.

Heine stifles the urge to growl and settles for glaring at Jade once. "Bring it, then." He glances significantly at the store-bought leash that's still lying on the floor in front of the couch. After speaking he changes tack to lean forwards. He presses a slow, soft kiss to Jonathan's mouth, lips parting slightly so he can taste the mortal for the first time.

His keen ears pick up the sound of Jonathan's pleased hum as he kisses Heine back. Jade smiles to himself, amused, then he thinks about Heine sucking the air from Jonathan's lungs and his amusement fades somewhat. He stoops to pick up the lead - the store-brought one, he isn't entirely sure where Heine's actual lead is; is it still around his neck? - and rejoins the two of them.

"Hold still," he tells Heine. He knows Heine must want to clip on the lead himself, but that's just too bad, isn't it? He had already chosen to give up control.

Swiftly, he clips the lead onto Heine's collar and gives it a light tug to test its sturdiness. This may not be Heine's actual lead, but it's still a lead, a symbol of control, and sometimes symbols can be every bit as powerful as the reality.

Kissing a mortal is unlike kissing another fae. His skin is unevenly warm, he breathes heavily, and Heine can taste bits of food on his tongue.

The click of the lead and the tug makes his eyes dart to the side. Heine sneers at Jade for a moment, then kisses Jonathan again. He smooths his hands over the man's chest, slender fingers trailing along his sides to touch his hips.

The lake welcomes those it desires. Heine wraps his arms around Jonathan, pressing the length of his body against him.

Jade stands to the side for the moment, in no hurry to get involved. He had always preferred staying detached. Idly, he wraps the lead around his hand, loop after loop, reducing the amount of slack.

Jonathan makes soft, pleased noises against Heine's mouth, and Jade stirs slightly, but finds that he remains mostly unmoved. There's something fascinating about sex and power on a purely intellectual level, but Jade had always been interested in Jonathan's mind more than anything. He finds himself wondering what the clever mortal thinks of all this - does he know? Why take this sort of risk?

And then there's Heine. The memory of his sneer is so at odds with the way he touches Jonathan, it almost gives Jade pause. He gives Heine's lead another light tug just to irritate him.

It is annoying, enough to make Heine turn his head. He changes tack a moment later, leaning towards Jade and grabbing at his belt to pull him closer, kissing him as well. It's more perfunctory than an act of desire. Almost immediately, Jonathan is reaching for him, trying to pull his attention away from Jade and back to himself.

Jade is faintly surprised when he's kissed. He would have preferred to continue being ignored, he thinks, so it's just as well that Jonathan is immediately reaching out for Heine again. Taking a careful step back, he continues to twist the lead idly around in his hands, but he doesn't jerk at it this time, at least. He busies himself with watching Heine and their new mortal friend.

Jonathan seems to enjoy being touched, Jade notes. The mortal wraps his fingers around Heine's. He's not violent, but his grip is firm as he directs Heine's touches. All the while, he never stops kissing Heine.

Heine lets Jonathan move his hands, a small smile crossing his face. It's easy enough to give him the impression of control. He obediently moves one hand between their bodies to rub his palm against his cock through the front of his pants, sighing softly and nuzzling at the side of his neck as he does.

He can taste the mortal in the back of his throat. For now he can only imagine how rich Jonathan might taste if he began to consume him in earnest.

"Let's go somewhere more comfortable," Jonathan murmurs. He glances at Jade for direction.

"Of course." To be honest, he's happy to stay here, but if Jonathan insists... "Right this way. Come, Heine."

He takes childish delight in tugging at the leash to pull Heine along, away from Jonathan. It's only a short walk to the bedroom, but Jonathan can't seem to keep his hands off Heine, one hand resting lightly on his back, watching him with rapt attention.

Should he be jealous? Oh well.

Heine picks up speed, moving slightly in front of Jonathan towards Jade, forcing him to hurry as well to keep up.

The bedroom. Heine looks at the bed, thinking somewhat longingly of his lake, before returning his attention to the matter at hand. The mortal is still touching him, hands gentle on his skin.

"I want you," he says, though it comes out flatter than he'd meant it to. Oh well. It's still true. And though Jonathan's brow furrows slightly at the strange tone, he brings them together to the bed.

"Join us, Jade," Jonathan is also saying. Heine glowers at Jade for a moment over Jonathan's shoulder.

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.