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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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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.

"Yes," he hisses and stops moving for a second, as if that could actually prolong the fun at this point. Every muscle below his stomach seems to contract, making his toes curl and turning his thrusts into harsh shudders. Jade, in comparison, still appears so calm and collected -- but close up and pressed against each other, even Shinjirou can tell there's real arousal and a peak somewhere nearby, too.

Mumbling some words of gratitude for the support of Jade's hand, he shifts around and eventually decides to, well, fuck it all; there's definitely nothing dignified about it when he spurts a sticky mess onto Jade's chest. Frantic, he tugs on the long silky hair within reach and juts his hips forward. Even after he's emptied himself all over his own hand and a good part of Jade's bare skin, Shinjirou doesn't stop right away. Sure, there's the content weariness. The cool sweat running down his back and forehead.

But there's also the aftershocks and the desire to make Jade come as well. Jittery as he may be, he keeps pulling their cocks through his slick fist.

It doesn't take long for Jade to come after that, Shinjirou's come warm and sticky against his chest and the smell of it filling the air. He breaths out in a low, shuddering groan as heat spikes through him one last time and his back tenses, curves, bowing forward as Shinjirou pulls a shuddering orgasm from him. It's nice; intense without being overwhelming, unhurried without being unsatisfying.

They're both a sticky mess when he's done and the bedsheets will need to be changed, but for the moment Jade is content to bask in the afterglow. He kisses Shinjirou again as his body recovers, heartrate beginning to settle and breathes evening out.

"Very good," he murmurs. "Thank you."

There's a certain advantage to slipping over the edge first: getting to watch the other shiver and, just for a moment, lose his composure. Groaning, his nails dig into Jade's nape with just enough pressure to leave faint marks. It's a sight he wants to remember, but mostly, he wants to remember the way Jade's body moves against his own.

Painless and playful; he's sated, unexpectedly, despite the lack of self-flagellation by proxy. He doesn't feel like questioning himself. Not yet, not now, anyway.

Shinjirou smiles, stretching in Jade's lap and curling around his body. He's done well. Apparently very. And his skin tingles with warmth which is in a way more satisfying than coming. The appreciative murmurs turn into silence after a while, though. "Why thank me for that? Not like you can't get that anytime you want, right?" Hands combing through the long silky hair, he leans back. "Or ... was something different?"

Jade allows himself to relax against Shinjirou, simply holding him but not doing much else. For something so simple, it's surprisingly relaxing.

"Maybe I was just being polite," he suggests, an amused twist to his smile. Polite, after they had just finished coming all over each other.

"Unless you think there was something more to it?"

There definitely is, and Jade doesn't try to hide it, smiling in that smug way of his. But his question isn't spoken as a challenge; he's not expecting Shinjirou to figure out what exactly that "something more" is. Idle curiosity would be a more accurate description for what he's feeling: Shinjirou interests him, and he'd like to know what's going through his mind.

But mostly, he just wants to talk and tease, fooling around with his words like they had fooled around with their bodies.

"Yeah, I kinda do." The honesty falls out of him uninhibited and while he briefly considers grimacing to make the words appear less serious, he ends up only nudging Jade's cheek with a light, open-mouthed kiss. As long as Jade's slumped against him, he can still indulge in the sweetness, he figures. Soak it all up while it lasts. It is strangely rejuvenating, even if the bruises seem to feel that way, too.

He gives one of the larger ones on his left thigh a quick rub, leaning back far enough to catch a glimpse of the familiar expression on Jade's face. Still high enough to dare a tease, Shinjirou pinches his cheek. Which is surprisingly fun. Biting his lips doesn't fully hide the grin. "I think I liked it." No, actually, he knows he did. Too weird to admit it out loud, however. And that's not because of Jade. Hearing himself say that he enjoyed something simple and nice, that's the part that doesn't make sense.

"So maybe I should say thanks?"

He smiles even as his cheek is tugged at and pulled up, amused by how something so simple can make Shinjirou grin so widely. It's...fun, talking with Shinjirou. Jade thinks he has him more or less figured out, but too often, Shinjirou ends up doing something that takes him by surprise.

"In that case, you're welcome," he replies, as immodest as ever. But despite his flippant attitude; he isn't blind, he knows that even such a simple admission - I think I liked it - is more significant than it seems.

It'd be nice to laze around in bed with Shinjirou all day (now that's a rather uncharacteristic thought), but he does have work to get to.

Work that might possibly involve Shinjirou.

And what better time than now to question him, when he's so off-guard, still riding off the high of their shared orgasm? Jade shifts subtly, adjusting his hold on Shinjirou. Now, it's less an embrace and more a trap.

"By the way," he begins, deceptively casual, "would you happen to know anything about an organization called Strega?"

Good things never last.

His fight-or-flight senses kick in too late and his nails dig into Jade's shoulders only when the words fall into place. Despite the cold rush down his spine, Shinjirou makes no attempt to get out of the secure grip; useless waste of energy. He can't gauge Jade's expression no matter how hard he frowns at him so, eventually, he speaks up.

"Yes, I do. Why?"

It's not about the drugs, he reassures himself. They talked about that. But in that case, he's got no way to figure out what this is about ... unless Jade decides to talk. He forces himself to relax, get heavier in Jade's lap, and idly plays with a strand of hair. "What do you want to know?"

He hadn't actually known before now, only suspected. But then Shinjirou tenses up in his arms, going quiet and shuttered, and Jade knows the answer before he even replies.

Ah. So he had been right. This complicates things.

"Anything you can tell me," he says, mirroring Shinjirou's idle movements to push a shaggy clump of brown hair out of his eyes. His grip relaxes, a lazy embrace once more. "Their members. Their goals. Your association with them."

He thinks about making a game out of it, trading sexual favours in return for information, but Shinjirou seems to be doing fine without any additional encouragement. His relaxed form seems to mould against Jade's - rather heavily, in fact. Without a word of warning, Jade pulls the two of them down to lie on the bed, still face to face, his arms still wrapped around Shinjirou.

There. Much better.

Anything is a lot and probably a lot that Jade doesn't need to know. There's no time to decide what's worth telling Jade at all before he's flipped on his side, with the warmth of Jade's breath ghosting over his lips. Tapping his fingers on Jade's shoulders, Shinjirou averts his eyes. There might be harm in telling Jade about them, but for once he feels like he can be useful in a new, important way. Not just changing the sheets.

"I'm not friends with them, alright? So I'm not sure what they want. We only talk ... uh, business." He shrugs, expecting Jade to connect the dots himself. "And I guess you won't tell me why you need to know about them?"

Looking up, he brushes his bangs back and sighs. "They're about my age. A girl, two guys. One of 'em more insane than the other. I have nothing to do with the-- the jobs they do. You do know what they do, right? Probably not how they do it." That can't be, unless there's a secret he doesn't know about. Which isn't that unlikely. On the other hand, he would've noticed Jade being aware during the extra hour, right? He snaps out of talking mostly to himself and wraps an arm around Jade's middle. "Don't rile them up."

"Worried about me?" He presses a lazy kiss against Shinjirou's jaw as his arm wraps against him. It's easy to laze around like this, tracing idle patterns against Shinjirou's skin as he turns over this new information in his head. Shinjirou has told him a lot, and what he doesn't say out loud, Jade can guess at. Such as: Strega probably has something to do with that extra hour Shinjirou had mentioned before.

That explains why his coworkers had so much trouble finding them. Unfortunately, knowing the cause doesn't make it any easier to stop Strega - especially when none of them can access the extra hour.

"Unfortunately, I need to stop them." Which will probably be difficult, given what he knows. He looks at Shinjirou through half-lidded eyes. He could be useful. "We both know what they do. Given your history, I'm surprised you associate with them."

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