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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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"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.

He doesn't want to be patient at all. Heine presses his hands against Jonathan's sides, then digs his nails in lightly. He can't ask for anything, because if Jonathan gives it to him, he'll owe him for it.

It's been a long time since he's had to take such an active role in luring a mortal. Heine sighs internally and refocuses himself on Jonathan, ceasing his movements to just stare up at him. Patience. He can fake that.

Good boy. It's so easy to lose himself in Heine's pretty red eyes, but Jonathan focuses as well, blinking slowly to clear his thoughts. Now, what does he want to do with Heine...?

"Would you do anything I ask of you?" He asks slowly, his eyes never leaving Heine's.

Heine continues to stare into his eyes, slowly licking his lips.

"Anything?" He hums. "Do you like me?" he asks. No longer using his hands, he pushes his hips up against Jonathan again, but more slowly.

"I do," he answers honestly, not stopping Heine this time. His piercing gaze never leaves Heine. "You're wonderful, Heine. You're unlike anyone I've met before."

Of course he isn't, Heine thinks. He resists the urge to roll his eyes. Instead he moves his hips up against Jonathan again before pulling him down for another deep kiss.

Jonathan doesn't object this time either. Leisurely, he grinds his hips against Heine's, humming into the kiss. It doesn't take long at all for him to demand more, his hand cradling the back of Heine's head as he deepens their kiss even further, tongue pushing demandingly into Heine's mouth.

Heine hums against his lips, then opens his mouth and moans softly for Jonathan's benefit. He doesn't really mind this, but it isn't that fun either. He presses his hands lightly to the man's sides and rubs his hips firmly up against his cock.

Drawing back, Heine licks his lips. "I can let you fuck me," he murmurs. He needs agreement, an implied promise of a gift granted.

Tricky, tricky. One has to watch his step around these men that are not truly men.

"I would like that very much, Heine," he says, careful not to agree nor disagree. "But not if you feel obliged to. I want you to want this as much as I do."

Disappointed and trying not to let it show, Heine hums vaguely. He stops touching him so much and drops his hands, kissing Jonathan quickly on the mouth before dropping back down.

"Jade has lubricant in the second-lowest drawer." He'd dug around enough while Jade was gone to find his things.

He's won this one, he thinks, or at least he's talked Heine into a draw. Good enough for now.

"All right." He reaches for the drawer, momentarily freeing Heine from his gaze. Almost as an afterthought, he adds: "It would be nice to have you without."

He wants Heine to bleed.

Without? To hurt him? Heine blinks slowly and cants his head to the side, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"That's special."

"Mm." His eyes are fixated on that red flash of Heine's tongue. "It is... But I notice that you don't seem repulsed by the thought."