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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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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.

Heine just doesn't reply, ignoring Jade and shuffling back to the living room. He does situate himself on the couch. Shedding or not, however, isn't guaranteed.

Heine remains in dog form until Jade leaves for work, at which point he goes on two legs so he can have the opposable thumbs to use the TV remote. Clothes don't come to mind, even when a persistent knock at the door makes him get up and look through the peephole. After he sees who's on the other side, he opens it quickly.

"Jonathan." Bothering to stand behind the door and away from the hallway doesn't occur to him. He knows he can't invite the mortal in, so he stays where he is, eyeing him with open interest.

When the door swings open, Jonathan hadn't expected to be confronted with the sight of a very nude, very alone Heine. Automatically, he glances behind him, making sure nobody else is on the floor. They're alone. He turns back to Heine, satisfied.

"Heine," he greets him warmly. Jade is at work. Now is a good chance to find out more about his strange companion - and perhaps walk away with another pleasant memory to add to his collection. "I hope I'm not imposing?"

Heine shakes his head slightly. He hadn't been doing anything that important, and he did want to see Jonathan again anyway.

If they're to talk outside, though, he'll have to put on clothes. Heine steps away from the door and leaves it open, slowly backing up as he looks into Jonathan's eyes. "Wait here," he says.

He blinks, caught off-guard. "You don't want me to come in?" He asks, looking deep into Heine's eyes. What could be holding him back?

Ah. Of course. Fairies and their thresholds; more and more, the evidence piles up. Casually, he says, "Jade said I was free to come any time. I do apologise if I'm inconveniencing you, however. Should I call ahead next time?"

Why would Jade say that? Heine's eyes narrow briefly, but he shakes his head in response. "You can come in," he mumbles a moment later. After Jonathan is inside he shuts and locks the door, leaving them in privacy.

"You didn't come back with him." Heine says it more as a statement than a question as he pads around Jonathan, circling him with obvious interest.

It's like having a wolf circle around him. Jonathan stands his ground, calmly watching Heine.

"I was working from home today," he says. "I finished earlier than I expected, so I thought I would pay you a visit. You... You fascinate me, Heine."

Well, good. Heine's not surprised, though; he hadn't bothered being subtle at all yesterday when attempting to draw Jonathan into his sphere of influence. He stops walking after a moment, standing at Jonathan's side and looking back at him quietly.

"What do you want?" he asks. Whether he can give it to him or not, knowing it will give Heine leverage.

"I want you, Heine," he says simply, looking back at Heine. "All of you. Everything you're willing to offer."

Heine shifts away, eyes narrowing. But Jonathan didn't ask for control, just what he's willing to offer. It isn't binding.

"Come," he says, and starts to walk towards the bedroom. Humans like comfortable places. "Show me."

"Gladly." He isn't quite sure what to make of Heine pulling away and inviting him along in the same breath, but he follows him anyway.

Jade's bedroom is quiet and empty without Jade there, but Jonathan isn't very concerned. He's here by invitation, isn't he? Looking into Heine's albino-red eyes, he makes himself comfortable on the bed, settling down cross-legged.

"Do you usually wear the collar?" He asks. "You look wonderful in it."

Heine remains standing for now, arms loosely crossed as he looks at Jonathan. The mortal is awfully relaxed for someone in the space of a fae. Why had Jade invited him?

Oh, the collar. Heine brings his thoughts back to the present and fingers the light ribbon at his throat.

"Jade bought it for me," he says. He doesn't want to explain about his bridle and lead. Instead, to avoid lying, he climbs onto the bed to change the subject. "Do you want to touch it?"

"Can I?" He reaches out, fingers out-stretched, but doesn't touch yet. There's a part of him that wonders why Heine is asking, of course, and what he would stand to gain or lose from all this. But Jonathan had played along with their games so far and he intends to continue for awhile yet.

"You can touch," Heine says after a moment. He's hidden his true lead away, outside of Jade's domain—but outside of his own as well.

Jonathan touching will do little. Heine positions himself more comfortably on the bed and allows him to approach, gazing steadily at him.