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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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"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.

Jonathan takes his time, unhurried as he smooths his fingers over the pastel fabric, careful not to be too rough with it. He is right at Heine's neck, right where his pulse beats, and the fabric seems so terribly flimsy besides.

"Where is your lead today, pet?" There's a brief pause before that last word, as if he's testing out the sound of it.

Heine's eyes narrow the moment Jonathan uses the term, unable to keep his genuine response off his face. This mortal seems to already have suspicions about his and Jade's true nature. Does he think he can win like this?

"I put it away," he says. "Since I wasn't going outside."

Trying to smooth out his expression, Heine tilts his head against Jonathan's hand.

He can see Heine isn't fond of the pet name, but he doesn't protest, so Jonathan decides to keep using it.

"Do you go outside much?" he hums, stroking at Heine's cheek. "Your skin is lovely, but you must burn easily."

"Not out here," Heine replies slowly. He lets Jonathan touch his face, eyes half-closing.

"Do you want to go somewhere with me?" Come with me. To my domain.

Accepting a fae's invitation is dangerous. Still, Jonathan finds some part of him moved by the promise in Heine's red, red eyes. He tilts his head back slowly, watching Heine.

"I'm busy, I'm afraid," he murmurs regretfully.

Damn. Well, that would've been too easy. Heine frowns mildly as if disappointed, then pushes forward against Jonathan.

"Too busy for me?" he asks. Keeping his voice low and intimate, Heine leans forward and kisses Jonathan, pressing their lips together gently.

What a possessive little fae. Jonathan chuckles, kissing Heine back. "I'm afraid so," he says, low and intimate. His fingers brush against the soft fabric of Heine's collar. "But maybe I can be persuaded otherwise."

"What if I made it worth your while?" The silken fabric of the collar around Heine's neck is soft to the touch. Heine himself makes certain to keep his voice as alluring as he can make it, not bothering with subtlety as he leans forward to rest his forehead against Jonathan's.

"I can make you very happy."

"Oh, Heine." The words are almost a sigh. Heine has such beautiful eyes, the deep red of blood magic. He wonders if Heine bleeds red like a mortal. He wonders how easy it will be to bind him. "You already make me happy. But go on, tell me more about your home."

Heine feels a slight tug, another bond between them. There's a connection wrought of emotion growing already.

Giving up information about his lake, however, is something Heine is reluctant to do. He tilts his head slightly to the side.

"It's up in the mountains. Aren't you tired of working in the city all the time?"

"No," he answers honestly. He can't stop looking at Heine, greedily drinking in the red of his eyes. "There's much to do in the city. Have you been here for long? Has Jade shown you around yet?"

"No," Heine answers a moment later. He lowers his eyes for a moment, giving Jonathan's mind a brief reprieve before he makes contact again with full force.

"Jade hasn't brought me outside since I came here. Will you go with me?"

He isn't actually sure if Jade doesn't want him outside. He certainly doesn't want Heine at his workplace. If Jonathan is more amendable to it, then all the better.

He feels a twinge of disappointment when Heine looks away, but then their eyes meet again, and Jonathan smiles.

"Jade hasn't been taking good care of you, has he?" He reaches out, hand resting on Heine's back, rubbing slow circles there. "Why don't I steal you away with me, hmm?"

He chooses his words deliberately, speaking of Heine like he's an object to be possessed.

Jade definitely has been taking care of him. Not that he's supposed to, though. Heine just hums vaguely and arches his back under Jonathan's hand.

"We can go somewhere together." He avoids responding directly, climbing slowly on top of Jonathan's lap to rub against him. "After this. Okay?"

That's probably as good as he's going to get for now. He nods, laughing softly to himself. "And what do you mean by this, hmm?"

Although he has a good idea. Several good ideas, in fact. His hand rests against Heine's back, preventing him from climbing off him easily.

Feeling the warm, warm hand against his back, Heine shifts his weight around for a moment before wrapping his arms tightly around Jonathan's shoulders.

"You want to have me, don't you?" He can feel the heat of his desire. Pressing his forehead against Jonathan's, he stares into his eyes.

He has no plans to completely offer himself to the mortal. But making the promise is enough to bind him more tightly.

What kind of question is that? It always pays to be careful when dealing with these creatures, but Jonathan finds himself momentarily at a loss.

"Yes," he says slowly. "Yes. I do want you. That much was obvious enough, I thought?"

He cradles the back of Heine's head, drawing him close for a kiss.

The strength of his desire flows into Heine, a weak trickle of Jonathan's true vital energy, but enough for Heine to moan softly and press himself to the mortal. He kisses him back.

As he deepens the kiss, Heine pushes his weight against Jonathan, trying to get on top of him on the bed and grind bodily against him. Jade's probably going to come home at some point. They don't have forever to play around.

Eager, isn't he? Jonathan allows Heine to have his way for the moment, but soon enough he's gently (but firmly) trying to reverse their positions.

"Steady," he says, broad palms pressed against Heine's hips. "There's no rush."

He doesn't care if Jade sees. Why not just invite him to join in?

Stubborn mortal. Heine huffs, then finally sits up and lies back on the bed. He figures this shouldn't take long.

"But what if I want you now?" he asks. He starts to spread his legs, trailing his fingers up Jonathan's sides and arching up beneath him.

"Then," he settles on top of Heine, ignoring his enticing little movements, "you can learn to be patient."

He touches Heine's collar again, a quiet reminder: Heine is meant to be his pet right now.