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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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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.

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Jonathan looks back over his shoulder, more than once, at where Heine is lounging in a manner designed to entice mortal curiosity (back turned towards him and a slight tilt of the head). Cleaning up takes precedence eventually. He remains quiet in the process. He's distracted, and it's apparent in his voice even as he asks, "Is that the only reason why you asked me to come over?" with a small smile for Jade.

Perhaps this day isn't an utter loss after all. Jade smiles back at Jonathan, moving close.

"No, but I'm sure you've gathered as much already." His hand strokes along Jonathan's arm. My interest in you is of a more personal nature, he thinks, but some things don't need saying. "Why don't you let me help you clean up?"

If Heine is determined to ensnare Jonathan with such unsubtle means, then he'll simply have to try another tactic. Offering small, innocuous favours is a good method, Jade has found. Each favour has little power by itself, but together, they can become a chain of debt, a tightening noose — although that's a poor analogy. He's not out to take Jonathan's life. That would be a waste.

Jonathan smiles as Jade touches him, tension leeching from his shoulders even more. A good orgasm has already put him in a good mood, and as Jade touches him he opens his posture to him.

"I'm glad that you invited me here tonight," he comments, voice low, intimate. "Perhaps you'll invite me another day as well?"

"You're always welcome here," he reassures Jonathan. This apartment is his, after all. Even the mere act of being here puts Jonathan in his power, Heine's interference or no.

Of course, it isn't enough. He'll have to find some way to make Jonathan lower his guard, to make him accept food and drink, to lure him into sleep.

For now, he wets a towel, and lowers himself to his knees in front of Jonathan. "Allow me to assist." He glances at Jonathan briefly, just a hint of red in his eyes, before he turns to his task, running the towel gently along Jonathan's dirtied skin.

So he's allowed to be a guest at any time. Jonathan moves his shirt out of the way, eyelids lowering as he watches Jade clean his body.

Having Jade on his knees in front of him is quite a rush. As he wipes the dried cum from his skin, Jonathan slowly reaches down to stroke at his hair.

"I can't stay too long," he murmurs after a moment. "But I appreciate it."

Well aware of the effect he's having on Jonathan, Jade leans forward, kissing at the soft skin of Jonathan's inner thigh. His warm breath fans against Jonathan's cock.

"Of course. We're both busy men." Abruptly, he tucks the soft towel away and straightens up, getting back onto his feet. He won't be able to ensnare the mortal today, but that's perfectly fine — he just needs Jonathan to come back, again and again. Turning, he leads the way back to his bedroom to collect Jonathan's clothes for him. Hopefully Heine hadn't gotten into too much mischief in the brief time he's been left to his own devices.

Fortunately, Heine has yet to puzzle out the computer. While Jade and Jonathan were in the bathroom, Heine's been lounging on the bed. He's unclipped the leash and tossed it aside, but he still has the collar on as he sits and flips through one of Jade's books in his bedroom.

At the sound of their return he glances up, then back down. Jonathan will come back, he's sure.

Jade collects Jonathan's clothes for him and helps him dress, fingers skimming against his warm skin. He notes that Jonathan seems to be distracted by Heine's presence, his eyes drifting to rest on him more often than not.

It's a little concerning, but not overly so. Jade won't concede defeat so easily.

Once they're both decent again, he sees Jonathan off before he strolls back to his bedroom, sitting next to Heine. He picks up a book.

"Did you have a good time?" He asks, bright with false cheer.

Heine tosses his book down after Jade arrives, resting his chin on his hand, his elbow on his knee, and peering at Jade.

"Did you?" he asks. He'd had fun with Jonathan. Jade might not have—and Heine hopes that's true.

Of course, is what he wants to say, but it would be a lie. He sets down the book and spreads his arms wide in a shrug. "It wasn't too bad," he says honestly. "You occupied his attention more thoroughly than I had expected."

How else does Jade think he pulls people in? Heine moves to sit fully on the bed, legs crossed, and looks at Jade more closely.

"I had fun," he says a moment later. "You're going to see him at work tomorrow."

"Yes." He lets the glamour on his eyes fade, red light shining through as he studies Heine. He doesn't associate him with the word 'fun'. Then and again, he hadn't expected Heine to be the type that indulges in intimacy with mortals.

"Are you jealous?"

"Of you?" Heine huffs and sprawls out on the bed, shifting around until he's comfortable. "No."

There are parts of Jade's life that he likes—the way it's so connected to what's going on in the world, how convenient it is to find sustenance. The rest of it isn't worth it. Pretending to be human, being surrounded by pollution and the mess of humanity. His lake may be relatively isolated, but he prefers to be alone, and the forest around it still hums with green energy.

He doesn't ask Jade if he's jealous. Even if he were, Heine doubts he would admit it.

"I'm going to sleep," he says a moment later, and starts to get up.

"Please, try not to shed on my couch." Because that's where Heine will be sleeping, right? Jade is already picking up his book again, ready to settle in for the night. Having his room back to himself will be a relief. He prefers solitude, the quiet of a calm winter night.

...Even if he should probably clean his sheets.

Still, it had been an informative day. He's privately glad that Heine won't be seeing Jonathan again for a few days yet.