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The market is, objectively speaking, a miserable place. Precious few of the merchandise are happy to be there, nude and bound and collared - sometimes even caged - free for every prospective customer to examine. Few of the customers are happy either. Prices are high, and the press of so many bodies create a stifling atmosphere.

All in all, it is exactly what Jade had expected. He strolls leisurely through the market, not particularly bothered by what is going on around him. It was one of the reasons he had been chosen for this assignment. Today is his first day at the market; he's meant to speak with the vendors, make connections, and walk away with a cheap but handy acquisition.

He's working on the last part now. It's surprisingly difficult to find someone useful and docile, but still with some spirit left - he does not trust the older slaves who are complacent with the system.

It's during his second time looping through the market that someone catches his eye - for all the wrong reasons. He stops, stares at the familiar figure in front of him, an uncharacteristically surprised expression flashing over his face.

Then he's smiling again. He's still unsure if this is a good turn of events, but perhaps he could use this to his advantage.

"My my, I didn't expect to see you here."

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All valid points, but Jade brushes them aside, not about to let go so soon now that he's found a point of vulnerability.

"Why?" He counters, as casually as if they're having a regular conversation. He smiles at Shinjirou indulgently, red eyes glittering. "Someone should, since you seem to have little interest in caring for yourself."

It's not entirely an exaggeration. Shinjirou had demonstrated a reckless lack of regard for his own life so far, and that's even without considering how pliant he is when the right leverage is applied. Honestly, it's a miracle that nobody had taken advantage of him before before Jade had.

"That's ..." Not true would be an embarrassingly obvious lie. He shrinks under that smile, averting his eyes. Akihiko cares for him, but it's relatively easy to push him away -- again and again. Someone like Jade, on the other hand, is a lot harder to impress. Well, he's older. Plus, Shinjirou isn't sure if he'd risk a fist fight with Jade.

"And you're that person?" He looks at his hands, wrists still glistening from the cream. It feels too good to have someone's shoulder to lean on, someone to treat your wounds. It's a trap he can't fall into. There's people who deserve this; he isn't one of them and he mustn't forget. The carrot dangling in front of him makes it hard to keep that in mind, though. Mouth dry, he continues in a much smaller voice and with one hand grasping for Jade's sleeve. "I don't know. Even if that's true, could you not let me believe it?"

Sometimes he forgets just how young Shinjirou is, but then he tugs on his sleeve like a nervous child, and Jade remembers. He makes a considering noise as he turns over Shinjirou's words in his mind. There's so much self-loathing there, Jade doesn't know if he could help, or if he even should, when this is part of Shinjirou's repentance. All he knows is that Shinjirou can't last very long like this.

"Are you asking me to be even harsher with you?" His voice is still light, still playful. He's careful not to agree or disagree with anything; for all his faults, Jade isn't very fond of making promises he isn't sure he'll be able to keep.

"What? No." He wraps his fingers around Jade's hand, finally looking up at him. Despite the pout he can't force off his face and the knowledge that Jade will just find that amusing. Shinjirou can't bring himself to glare at Jade, though. But he's already naked and bruised, so that would probably not look all that frightening anyway.

"Ugh. I can't tell you what to do. I don't want to." What with the chances of that firing back and all, on top of the fact that he'd feel bad for getting what he asks for. And he desperately wants to believe his own words when he says, "If you want to be kind and shit, whatever."

"Is that an attempt at reverse psychology?" Jade teases, curling his fingers against Shinjirou's in a gesture that might be sweet, if it came from anybody else. He leans in to kiss Shinjirou again, mouth curled into a smile against Shinjirou's downturned lips. His free hand skims down the curve of Shinjirou's spine, the fingers of his hand barely brushing the skin, slow and suggestive as they move.

He can't solve Shinjirou's problems for him. His self-loathing is something he'll have to resolve on his own; the best Jade can do is not needlessly aggravate it.

But Shinjirou also wants to be useful. Used. That, Jade can help him with.

...Or at least, that's the reasoning he uses to smooth away the last of his reservations. If he wants this, and Shinjirou does as well, then there's no reason to hold back.

He wants to say that he's not smart enough for that, yet holding his breath from the moment their fingers interlace to feeling Jade's lips on his own renders that impossible. Despite his initial reaction -- a small grumble -- he closes his eyes and responds, albeit slowly, by opening his mouth against Jade's.

This isn't the time to let his guard down, not again, not so soon. On the other hand, he can't figure out what strategy would work here and it's hard to come up with anything when goosebumps settle on him, head to toe. Some of the bruises on his back react without any pressure applied, as if expecting the burn of pain were enough to beckon it into being. Holding perfectly still throughout the journey down, Shinjirou ends up relaxing with an audible sigh giving him away.

None of this is exactly good; at least he isn't used to this sort of treatment enough to know what the right approach would be. Pushing Jade away? Always an option. However, he doesn't want to betray his own words. And all that's left, then, is to follow his instincts and urges. They suck; he ends up with his free hand clutching Jade's shoulder to pull him closer.

He smiles at the quiet grumble that vibrates against his lips, smiles even more as the fight seeps out of Shinjirou. Jade deepens the kiss, enjoying the simple pleasure of the motion, languidly exploring Shinjirou's mouth. He can still taste the syrup there, light and sweet.

There are no clothes for him to remove, just a broad expanse of bruised skin to explore. His hands roam across Shinjirou's back, as unhurried as the kiss, feeling for the spots that make him flinch, the spots that make him jump and shiver.

It's awhile before he finally breaks the kiss, and he's breathing a little heavily when he does, just enough to be noticeable. He's surprised by how much he wants this - just a bit of fooling around, maybe a little more, if things go that way. He is hands itch - he wants to keep running them over Shinjirou's skin, mapping out the planes of his body, see how much he had changed from a few weeks of this kind of living, as opposed to a life spent on the streets.

But for the moment, he holds back. "Are you sure you're well enough to continue?"

Perhaps he should have asked earlier, but Jade isn't too bothered. Better now than never, and technically speaking, he doesn't have to ask at all.

The warmth is a disgusting, mean trap, and it's spreading to regions of his brain that it shouldn't. He doesn't want to turn into a harsh-breathing puddle of goo like some love-starved kid desperate for attention. That Jade isn't completely unfazed is both a surprise and a relief, if only a small one. His mind's still yelling at him for taking a risk. His body is a lot less defiant and hell, what's not to like. Gentle and soothing and pretty damn new, too, he sinks into every touch.

It's not just the swollen bumps of the bruised areas that he can feel through Jade's fingertips brushing over his skin. More subtle than that, but it's there: Bones and ribs aren't as pronounced anymore and allow for a smoother exploration. He's put on weight. Regular meals will do that to anyone, he figures. That getting kidnapped would in any way improve his situation is crazy, but he can't deny that it's a positive thing.

"Nah. Not sure at all." There's no hesitation when Shinjirou leans in and covers Jade's mouth all the same. He can at least play pretend for a while, flushed cheeks and uncertainty and all. Pretend that pulling Jade's hand towards his chest isn't dumb, nor letting go of it to encourage more of the gentle strokes. What he really doesn't know is where to put his own hand; it ends up resting lightly on Jade's thigh. "But I'm sure you should continue. That enough for you?"

"Well, I'm not about to refuse." And he kisses Shinjirou again, pressing so close he can almost feel the warmth radiating from Shinjirou's cheeks. For the moment, he allows himself to be directed, teasing at his nipples and stroking at soft skin when he's let go. He misses the bumps and the hard angles, just a little, but this new smoothness is just as satisfying.

At the touch of a hand on his thigh, he shifts, subtly spreading his legs a little. For the moment, Jade remains quiet and focuses on exploring Shinjirou's mouth as thoroughly as he's exploring his body, allowing his actions to do the talking.

Fooling around has never been a thing for him, not until today -- always sounded like something cute, nice, and harmless. Didn't sound a lot like him. There's a flutter in his stomach he hardly gets anymore when he's with anyone, from that part of himself that's shy and unsure. His hand strays higher, squeezes Jade's thigh when a pleasant wave rushes through him and barely cups Jade's crotch in the end.

He never interferes, though. Whenever he feels it's necessary, he twists his body to make himself available even if it means taking his own hands off. It seems like Jade wants to touch and not be bothered, so Shinjirou doesn't and merely clings to him when the chance arises. Something about leaving himself open and kissing back with a need he normally tries to push away is thrilling and soothing at the same time. Whether that'll come back to bite him in the ass later is a worry he does push away, firmly.

There are scars, old and new, that sizzle with little pressure needed. All those fist fights and all the rough handling, and apparently he's still sensitive to a lot less than that. Getting him to move in a particular way isn't difficult which is new to him; he doubts it's as big of a revelation to Jade.

He's not exactly learning anything new about Shinjirou through this, but then and again, not everything has to be about work. If anything, he's had enough of work for today. Right now, there's only Shinjirou, pliant and willing against him, the heat of his mouth and the lingering sweetness from the syrup. Jade chuckles into the kiss as he feels Shinjirou shift around, responsive to every little suggestion.

Gradually, his exploratory touches hone in on less innocent areas. He toys around with Shinjirou's nipples for awhile, with playful little pinches and swipes of his thumb. His other hand drops to Shinjirou's thigh, squeezing slowly.

And, ah. Jade can feel warmth pooling in his groin, helped along by the gentle cup of Shinjirou's hand. It's a little strange that he's reacting so quickly - maybe Shinjirou is rubbing off on him - but he can't bring himself to mind.

The only retribution Jade gets for the small laugh is a light dig of nails into his sides that doesn't last long and is followed by slow, gentle strokes. Alas, he can't stay calm like that for long, with the teasing taking its toll: it seems like he can't get enough air into his lungs, no matter what. The first startled moans at least are somewhat muffled. Sucks to be that sensitive, sometimes. On the other hand, whatever, Jade's getting hard as well. The boost his ego gets is almost better than the prickle of arousal.

Pressing down to get a better hold through the fabric, he spreads his legs at the same time in response to the squeeze, the nearby bruises making him shudder. Maybe he should be a bit more embarrassed about all of this. His skin is flushed, nipples stiff and tender from just that tiny bit of attention, and his cock is hard enough that he's got to wonder if he could come from nothing but this. He leans in even closer, fingers sneaking towards the cold metal of the zipper, his other hand scrunching up Jade's shirt to bare skin. Hell, he wants to touch, too. And he sinks even more into the kiss, trying to find the taste of Jade beneath all the sweetness that covers it.

The sudden dig of nails prompts another laugh from Jade, low and amused, spurred on by how quickly Shinjirou's compliance turns into heated moans and hot, sharp arousal. Not that he's much better himself. While he's never been as vocal as Shinjirou is, he can't help the way his cock twitches as Shinjirou's hand goes to his groin, reaching for the zipper.

Willingly, he adjusts his position to give Shinjirou better access, legs spreading a little further apart. Both his hands are resting on Shinjirou's thighs now, carefully out of the way. It looks like their fooling around is already starting to edge into something more serious.

The speed with which things had escalated is a little concerning, a little amusing, but mostly Jade wants Shinjirou to continue what he's doing. He makes sure Shinjirou knows it too, leaning a little closer in an obvious invitation to continue.

Shinjirou's grumbles come and go, sometimes accompanied by a pout, but mostly he's too relaxed to grimace and get pissed at Jade for laughing about him. He takes some comfort from the fact that Jade started this. What he genuinely enjoys the most, however, is that Jade allows him to be curious, too.

Normally, the approach he uses when he's with someone is direct; his hand doesn't go straight for Jade's cock now, though. Once the zipper is down, Shinjirou slides his hand beneath the fabric, fingers pushing along the inside of Jade's thigh. Warm skin over firm muscles. He takes a sharp breath and stops despite wanting more, leaning back just far enough to lock eyes with Jade.

Hesitant to try, he moves his hands towards the hem of Jade's shirt, tugging lightly. A part of him expects his hands to be slapped away, while the other is busy going through with his attempt to undress Jade. He's done way worse than stripping someone, but still: his heart's beating somewhere up in his throat.

It's so different from their first time. Shinjirou had been half-drunk then, sloppy and eager as he grabbed for his cock, any shred of finesse masked by lust. Right now, there's something pleasingly deliberate about Shinjirou's touch. It's still very forward, very eager, but there's a control there that hadn't existed before.

"Go ahead," Jade encourages him. Another little shift of his body, and he studies him with playful red eyes. "Don't tell me you've suddenly developed a case of shyness."

Shinjirou seems to be full of hesitation today, little pauses mingled into his skilled touch. Although Jade could very easily make things even more difficult for him, he's feeling indulgent enough that he'd rather coax Shinjirou into his usual confidence.

"Maybe?" It's not as far from the truth as he would like it to be, but if it were true, he wouldn't be grinning, probably.

There's no sudden yanking or scratching, despite the teasing. He continues at the same pace as before, slow and somewhat nervous about it, fingertips following the curve of muscle and bone as he pushes Jade's shirt up high enough to reach his ribcage. He drives his hands beneath the fabric, higher, lower, and for the first time, lingers there to do nothing but stroke the hot skin. A hard chest -- where he normally would use nails, it's only the palm of his hand. His gaze drops to Jade's mouth and a brief moment passes where he only stares. Then Shinjirou steals another kiss, shallow, open-mouthed, his hands making a mess of the already crumpled shirt.

"Maybe I'm just waiting for you to get the hint and raise your arms so I can get you out of that?" He doesn't want to be shy, that's for sure, but he can pretend all day, it just isn't a normal situation. For more reasons than he can count and he wants to think of none of them at the moment. They aren't two curious boys at a sleepover pulling each other off in the heat of the moment. But he's never had that and this may just be the only chance to make up for missing out.

So pretend it isn't so, it is. At least there's a pleasant way to shut his own mouth, with the help of Jade's.

"Oh, was that what you were waiting for? My apologies." Despite the teasing words, he obligingly raises his arms over his head. He does more than that, even: his shoulders roll, a quick flex of his body - they're little movements, but they do their part in helping to ease his shirt over his head.

It's a shame he has to stop kissing Shinjirou in order to shrug off his shirt. As soon as the shirt is off (not carelessly tossed to one side, he's not that desperate, but neither does he pay much attention to it beyond making sure it's out of the way), he's pressing his mouth against Shinjirou's again. One hand fists into shaggy hair - he could do with a trim soon - while the other remains on Shinjirou's thigh, squeezing a little more firmly than before.

He's having fun, Jade realizes. Which is a bit of a silly realization - after all, isn't the whole purpose of this sort of thing to be fun? Admittedly, he doesn't have much more experience with this than Shinjirou does, even if he can adeptly pretend otherwise; his teenage years had been spent in obsessing over his goals. He had little time for human interaction then, and intimacy was a thought that barely crossed his mind before it was dismissed.

This time, there's not even any eye-rolling. Licking his lips, he pulls the shirt over Jade's head and waits that split-second it takes to put it out of harm's way, but no longer than that. And it seems like Jade got the same idea. He groans into the kiss, hands on Jade's shoulders for support as he climbs into his lap.

Better.

That's a lot better with no fabric between their skin. Without any barrier, Shinjirou lets one hand travel freely over the bared chest, while the other stays high up, cupping Jade's cheek. Somehow, the latter seems more intimate than the former, but the fist in his hair keeps him confident enough to keep going on the way he wants to. He's practically been given the permission, hasn't he?

The pace he's set almost manages to annoy himself. Then again, the small surprises that would never be noticed just from frantic grabbing make up for it. He traces all the hard outlines and teases all the soft spots he finds, and in the end he's perfectly satisfied with his decision to take his time. On the other hand, it is too easy to roll his hips forward and get some gratification from having his cock press up against hot skin to keep them still.

It's nice, having Shinjirou on his lap, a solid weight against him, his eagerness an almost tangible thing despite the amount of care he's taking. Jade continues to kiss him, slow and sweet, nothing more intense than the chaste press of lips and the ocassional flick of his tongue, coupled with light nips. If Shinjirou wants to go slow, he'll indulge him.

Mostly. There's no fun in quietly playing along all the time. He allows himself to shiver, lets quiet noises slip from his throat - little things, designed to provoke Shinjirou into doing more.

His own hands he keeps mostly still, aside from a slight squeeze every so often. Even that much takes a surprising amount of self-control. He finds his hands wandering, sometimes, creeping to Shinjirou's back and waist to tug him closer, encouraging him to grind his hips against his.

His subconscious is far more perceptive than what he'd give it credit for if asked and he easily falls for each urging trap. Hands slip, holding on more tightly, moving with a slight tremble to his fingertips. No, he isn't nervous. Eh. Perhaps a little. He is, however, damn excited. Whether this is weird or not, Jade reacts and Shinjirou doesn't need more encouragement than that.

It takes exactly one more kiss-breaking moan for Shinjirou to drop his hand from Jade's stomach to his crotch, pulling until their cocks are pressed against each other. That's when he himself groans; it isn't very quietly. He bites Jade's bottom lip instead of his own and makes up for it with a tender lick the next second.

His cheeks are burning up and his brain might as well be melting, but Jade's body is just as hot and that means this is just fine the way it is. Lazy strokes from tip to base take turns with increasingly harder rolls of his hips, until it's both at the same time with his free hand just massaging the back of Jade's neck to keep him nearby for deepening kisses.

For the moment, he's content to let himself be pulled along for the ride. Shinjirou is moving with an ease and confidence that can only come with experience - that's attractive in itself. Jade meets his groan with one of his own, quieter, but no less sincere. It's good. Shinjirou knows what he's doing, knows just how to touch him and synchronize those touches with the roll of his hips.

His cock twitches, a lazy heat heat travelling down his shaft, seeming to seep into every muscle of his body. There's little desire to move when Shinjirou is being so accommodating.

...Granted, it's not exactly rare for him to decide to sit back and enjoy. He is unabashedly lazy sometimes.

But even with the lazy heat that blankets him, his hands itch with the desire to touch. He ends up tangling his fingers into Shinjirou's hair again, gentler this time, giving him affectionate little scratches. "Good boy," he murmurs, just to see how he'll react.

It may be laziness on Jade's part, but in Shinjirou's eyes, it's an opportunity to do what he wants without worrying about the other getting in the way of his arousal. He's being selfish. On the other hand, Jade's groan rolls over him like a wave hitting the hot sand of the shore in the evening hours -- it's not so selfish when they're both enjoying themselves, is it?

Open mouth brushing against Jade's, he juts his hips forward with more force a few times before calming down again. His skin prickles, not just where their bodies touch. The scratches are a welcome distraction from that, though they make him shudder too. The calming effect doesn't last long. Two little words go straight to his groin.

He tries his very best to shove them even closer, one hand on the small of Jade's back. Damn the bruises to hell if they're going to flare up later. He's good and that's all he ever wants to be. Forehead against forehead, Shinjirou lets a rather high-pitched noise leave his throat as a spurt of pre-come eases his strokes. "For you."

Seems like that was extraordinarily effective. Jade files it away for later, then focuses on the moment, a low groan rumbling in his chest at Shinjirou's renewed fervour. He can feel his pre-come, making everything hotter and slicker as Shinjirou smears it over them both with each pass of his hand.

"You'll keep on being good for me, won't you?" he murmurs, enjoying the needy, almost desperate way that Shinjirou is pulling him closer. It feels real. Genuine passion, coupled with genuine pleasure. It's the furthest thing possible from the brutality of last night, and for that Jade is grateful.

Pleased, Jade pulls him in for an open-mouthed kiss, fingers digging against his scalp.

"What?" That's a stupid question; the answer's so damn obvious. But Jade's voice is almost as nice as his body and Shinjirou feels compelled to answer anyway. "Yeah. Yeah, of course I'll be, always--" He doesn't get farther than that, distracted by a tight pull low in his stomach and balls.

He's close. The yearning moan gets swallowed whole by the kiss they share, but there's nothing to stop him from squirming and losing his rhythm. He tries his best for Jade's sake, thumb caressing the tip of his cock to tease him into the same state of blind arousal. Feeling this lightheaded is great. Getting someone else to feel that way, too, is better.

Shinjirou's grip on Jade's back tightens in search of some form of support. It helps a lot to steady his mind, to know this is as real as any bad thing that's ever happened to him. Just that this doesn't suck. It makes him want more.

"Good," he repeats. Satisfaction settles over him, heavy and warm. Shinjirou's compliance is such a pleasing thing. Jade lets out a low murmur of approval as Shinjirou's thumb rubs against the head of his cock; Shinjirou is always so eager to serve, even when he's lost in his own pleasure.

"Are you close?" He asks. It's an unnecessary question, when he can feel Shinjirou approaching the brink, their previous coordination dissolving into something sloppy and desperate. But he enjoys hearing Shinjirou talk. Jade sets one hand against his back, anchoring him. His own hips rock forward as he ruts against him, a little more put together than Shinjirou is, but no less engrossed.