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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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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.

Heine leans back, forcing Jonathan to follow him and use his hands to brace himself on the bed rather than touch his neck.

He needs to convince Jonathan to do something else. Frowning, Heine nudges Jonathan back far enough to reach between their bodies and grasp at both of their cocks.

Jade can watch from a distance, for all he cares. He needs Jonathan to look at him while they do this to strengthen the bond.

Unfortunately for Heine, Jonathan turns to look at Jade every so often, disturbing Heine's influence right before it has time to sink in properly. Jade wonders if Jonathan knows what he's doing; his movements do seem a little calculated...

Of course, Heine is about to keep him pleasantly distracted. Jonathan is already groaning softly at the renewed attention to his cock. Jade drops another kiss against Jonathan's back, then moves to the side, where he'll be clearly in the periphery of Jonathan's vision (and Heine's as well, but Jade doesn't particularly care about that). He begins to undress, quick and efficient.

It would be too obvious to force Jonathan to keep staring at him, unfortunately. Heine settles for continuing to stroke both of their cocks together, thumbing over the heads for added stimulation. He looks into his eyes the whole time, only leaning in to kiss him slowly.

Jonathan is satisfied with this, at least for now. He pulls Heine to sit in his lap once more, stroking at his hair.

He's falling under Heine's spell so easily. Well, it can't be helped. Touch is a powerful thing to mortals; it seems not even someone like Jonathan is immune.

Finally divested of his clothes, Jade sets them to one side before he settles behind Jonathan again, his long pale limbs folding neatly around him. "Is Heine being good for you?" He murmurs, nipping lightly at the crook of Jonathan's neck, not hard enough to leave a mark.

"Yes," Jonathan replies, voice low. He keeps his eyes trained on Heine, leaning in to nip his lower lip a moment later. "You're lovely, aren't you..?"

He's getting closer. Heine lets a tiny smile cross his face as he closes his fingers firmly around Jonathan and his cocks to jerk them off more firmly. The skin of a mortal is so warm and velvety. Heine increases the pressure and kisses Jonathan again to turn his attention away from Jade.

"'Lovely' isn't the word I'd usually use in regards to Heine," Jade comments, leaning over Jonathan's shoulder to watch Heine. His body is warm, but Jonathan's body is warmer. There's a part of jade that wants to leech him of all his warmth and power, and another part of him that wants to preserve it and make it his. "But I suppose he's being lovely enough right now."

Even if he also happens to be insufferably smug. Heine is winning this round, it seems. There's only so much Jade can do in his current position.

Oh well. There will be other opportunities. After all, he spends so much more time with Jonathan compared to Heine.

While Jonathan is kissing him, Heine stays quiet, occasionally dragging his teeth over his lips or tongue for added stimulation before he draws away again.

"Let me touch you too," he says. Nudging Heine's hand out of the way, Jonathan wraps his fingers around them both and strokes them quickly. Feeling Jade against his back, he turns his head back and kisses him too. Being pinned between two lovely men like this is great fun—well, 'men' by some measure of the word. Jonathan hides a smile against Jade's lips and murmurs, "Are you having fun?"

"Of course," he murmurs back, giving Jonathan a quick peck in return. It's sweet that the mortal is trying not to leave him out, really; Jade appreciates the sentiment, even as he finds himself amused by it.

He's beginning to grow hard. The head of his cock nudges against Jonathan's back. He grinds leisurely against Jonathan, taking it slow, just to see if he'll be receptive to this kind of thing.

Jonathan shifts as he feels Jade grinding against him, a slight furrow forming in his brow. It isn't terribly comfortable. It doesn't make him feel good.

Heine sees this and moves. He leans in to kiss Jonathan again, capturing his bottom lip with his teeth and tugging lightly, applying enough pressure to make it warm and slightly swell.

He thinks he hears Jonathan trying to say something, but he pays no attention to that. Instead Heine grabs at his shoulders and pulls to yank Jonathan down on top of him, wrapping his legs around his waist. "Look at me," he murmurs as he grinds upwards against him. Full body contact, as he looks into his eyes. Heine has no qualms about being very aggressive when trying to capture a mortal's soul.

Jade, well... Heine is just trying to ignore him.

Jonathan is a dominant man through and through, isn't he? Jade's first instinct is to grind against him again, just to tease a proper reaction out of him, but he'll tread lightly for now.

At least Heine is as predictable as ever. Jade plants leisurely kisses along Jonathan's neck as he tries to catch Heine's eyes, his long hair falling down to tickle at Heine's cheek.

"You shouldn't be so pushy in your current position, Heine." He may be losing this round, but the amused lilt hasn't faded from his voice. "Unless you're hoping Jonathan will control you fully?"

So annoying. Heine tilts his head to the side as Jonathan kisses down the line of his jaw, leaving him free to give Jade a piercing look.

"I wouldn't presume that much," Jonathan murmurs, since Heine is saying nothing. "But give me your trust, Heine. Let me in."

Giving permission to a mortal is a bad idea. Heine makes a noncommittal noise before grasping at Jonathan's hair, guiding his head further down so that the man is kissing at his chest rather than his neck.

"I won't be staying here forever." Heine smooths his (unnaturally cool) fingertips over Jonathan's nape, tangling his fingers through the strands of his hair a moment later. "I can tell you where to find me."

He can feel Jonathan shiver at the touch of Heine's hands, and he presses closer, allowing his warmth to enfold the both of them. For a fae of the winter court, he's warm - perhaps it's a side effect of walking among humans for so long? It isn't something he had investigated closely; there are too many other things to occupy his time.

"I wouldn't go looking for him if I were you." His voice curls like smoke, low and intimate against Jonathan's ear. "His idea of what constitutes a proper living space is rather flawed."

"You'll like it." Heine does his level best to ignore Jade. Jonathan is caught between them, and when he glances up at their argument Heine captures his gaze and holds it. "You'll come and visit."

Jonathan laughs shortly, apparently amused. "You're so demanding," he comments. Kissing under Heine's ribcage at the soft skin of his belly, he smiles. "It's quite cute."

Jade laughs as well, burying his face playfully into Jonathan's shoulder. "He's quite cute when he's with you, isn't he? I didn't think I'd ever see him so desperate for attention."

Jonathan makes a noise of agreement, muffled as he continues to kiss Heine, tongue darting out to taste his strange, cool skin.

He's not desperate for attention. Just Jonathan's attention so he can drag him back when he leaves.

At least it seems like Jonathan is growing more entranced with him. Heine smooths his fingers through his hair and keeps ignoring Jade, instead pushing his hips up against Jonathan to grind his hard cock against his stomach.

Jonathan hisses quietly. Jade can feel him tense and shift; clearly he doesn't enjoy it when the two of them grind against him. How very human of him - selfishness is all part of being human, really.

Selfishness, and a preoccupation with appearing dominant. "Down, Heine," he murmurs, reaching forward to add his hand to the tangle and stroke Jonathan's cock for him.

It's a mess, it really is, and Heine can feel Jade's knuckles bumping against his cock as he reaches between their bodies. Jonathan bristles again, only to relax when he understands what they're doing. He holds himself up enough for Jade to reach.

In the meantime Heine takes his time touching himself. The strong vitality of Jonathan's spirit is enough to get him off.

This really is quite awkward, isn't it? Oh well. He may as well get it over and done with the best he can. He keeps his eyes fixed on Heine, curious and appraising even as he continues to stroke Jonathan's cock.

At least it's pleasant enough to feel Jonathan's skin under his palm, all velvety smooth heat. Jade squeezes experimentally, pumping his hand up and down. It's been so long since he's touched someone like this; even he can't remain wholly unaffected. He exhales slowly, centering himself as he continues to stroke and touch.

As he strokes himself, Heine looks up at Jonathan. He takes one deep breath before looking into his eyes and lets it out slowly. Jonathan inhales almost at the same time and shudders, hips jerking in Jade's grip.

Heine keeps staring, pulling at the threads of Jonathan's consciousness, drawing him in. His energy is hot and vibrant, burning with the kind of ambition that Heine has missed in his usual prey.

He's close. When he's coming, his eyelids flutter shut, and Jonathan looks down as well as he starts to climax.

Jade's presence means little to Heine. He's hoping Jonathan feels the same way, but his powers don't extend to that.

This is a sort of death, Jade reflects. He can almost taste the coldness of lake water surging all around them, trying to drag Jonathan under.

There's little he can do about it, when Jonathan is already so far gone. Little he can do except kiss him with warm lips and continue to stroke his cock, until the human stiffens and jerks in his embrace, his seed mingling with Heine's.

What a messy situation, in more ways than one. He allows Jonathan a moment to rest (Heine can do as he pleases), before giving his shoulder a gentle shake. "Let's get cleaned up, shall we?" He suggests, leaning so he can look at Jonathan in the eye.

Heine comes soon after Jonathan does, spurred on by the heat of his release. He swipes his fingers through the come and tastes it quickly.

Yes, he wants this one. Heine licks his fingers clean, eyes shutting and shuddering minutely as he comes. He knows Jonathan is watching him as he sits up and starts following Jade to the bathroom.

"Where did you find him?" he hears the man asking. "At work?"

That's a difficult question to answer, but at least Jonathan is still aware enough to be questioning him. Heine hasn't taken too much from him.

"No," he answers simply. Thinking up a story that is true enough to be told sounds like entirely too much work, so he settles with evasiveness for now.

Edited 2017-04-04 23:30 (UTC)