... [ open ]

“No,” he said, his voice sharp as a knife. “You shut up, you insufferable fucking asshole. I’m not giving you a fucking pep talk, I’m telling you the god damned truth. Don’t fucking talk to me like that. No, I don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve been rented because for the last two weeks you’ve avoided me like the plague. Yes, Sebastien is invested. As for what to do, you try to look interested. You smile at their stupid jokes. You keep the look of contempt for other people off of your face. You get out of here and you survive.”

He saw him ball his fists up and just raised his brow, his face still marble, cut from stone. “You know how stupid you sound right now?” It struk Gage then that he never called anyone else stupid before, knowing how much it irritated him to hear it. “Look at you. Sulking in your cell like a child. Yeah, dying is better than this. But you know what they do to you if you try to die before they’re ready to let you? You wanna find out? Because I’m pretty sure you don’t.”

He stopped talking and took a step back, rolling his neck as he did his level best to keep his emotions in check. “So, yeah, you might want to stand around naked with your legs spread and make yourself fucking useful.” He regretted the words before he said them, knew he didn’t mean a word of it, but said them anyway.

“You think I’ve been avoiding you. That is so funny…” Jamie shook his head, ready to burst out laughing, again. But again, he didn’t. “I haven’t been avoiding you, Gage. I haven’t even tried. All I’ve done is wait… I’ve waited for you to come down from the high you were in. I told you to come looking for me when your mind was clear and you realized what you did… Because all of this is horrible, but the one good thing that I had to hold on to was that you were out there, making stupid choices, but at least they were yours to make. And then you threw it away, put yourself back in here, where I didn’t want you… I couldn’t deal with that… So I decided to leave it up to you… Maybe I shouldn’t have.”

A few tired laughs escaped his mouth then. “I love you, but you’re in way over your head here. You don’t know what you’re talking about, because somehow you’re… I don’t know. You’re better at this than me. And I don’t wanna be better. It’s selfish, but it’s my choice. I don’t have to do anything other than wait now. I’m not even gonna try to off myself. I’ll just sit here, enjoy my days in this cell, and then they will come to me. Because I don’t wanna do this anymore. I’m tired. And you… All you do is mess with me. I wish I’d never met you… Maybe then I would have had a chance.”

Jamie cleared his throat, smiled at Gage, and said: “Now get the fuck away from me. We’re done.”

... [ open ]

As soon as he was finished speaking, Gage’s tears stopped and his face went blank. He lifted his sleeves to his cheeks and wiped away the salt trails furiously before letting his arms fall back to his sides. He did sound stupid, and he felt stupid, and it was evident in his expression just how stupid he felt.

“You’re not going to die in here,” he said simply. His voice sounded clear, oddly enough. There was no thickness to it. “Have you seen you? Sebastien is already invested, whether or not you think he is. There are plenty of masters out there who are kind and will treat you that way. Nicholas, Alastair. Jacob. There are plenty. You just have to find them. You’re more than attractive. You’re smart, too. Just have to put yourself out there and try.”

He felt like he’d been slapped in the face, and maybe that’s what Jamie had been going for. He kept his eyes glued to the floor near Jamie’s feet and his hands tucked behind his back as he took a deep breath. He didn’t respond to the rest, didn’t want to look stupid anymore. This was going way worse than he had intended it to go.

It took a lot out of Jamie not burst out laughing. “… Shut up.” He whirled around to face Gage again, shaking his head. “Sebastien Laurent is not fucking invested… He just wants someone to warm his bed while his slave isn’t there to warm it. He won’t ever claim me because Ezra doesn’t want him to—his words. So that’s that. As for the rest… What do I even do? Stand naked with my legs spread in invitation? Or maybe I should wear a giant neon sign over my head that reads ‘open for business’.” He snorted. “But none of that will work… Do you even know how long it’s been since the last time I was rented? Do you? Do you, Gage?”

His hands balled into fists, and he had to take a step away from bars not to land them on anything, or anyone. “I’m tired, Gage… Everyone keeps telling me oh you’re so great, you’re better than everyone else. And it’s all a load of shit, I know… Sometimes I still believe it, though. But not right now. I’m tired of believing it. I’m tired of trying… I’m tired of everything… Dying is… better than this. Dying is what should have happened to me in the first place. Then all of this…” More tears fell from his face. “So spare me the bullshit pep-talk. I don’t want it… I just want… it… over.”

... [ open ]

Henry tilted his head to the side. He didn’t imagine Jamie cared to talk to him all that much. Henry didn’t have friends, because he simply couldn’t make them. “Hello.” He nodded his head back in a greeting. “I have been fine.” A lie, but it would do. “How are you?”

“That’s good,” Jamie returned sincerely. If he couldn’t be free of this place himself, he could at least take solace in knowing that someone he knew was. When the question was turned back on him, all he could do was smile wryly. “I’m… as well I can be, I guess.”

... [ open ]

“I never asked you to worry about me,” he said, his voice picking up as he got more angry and more afraid and more desperate to make him understand. “I never needed you to worry about me. I never… I never would ask for you to put me anywhere close to you on your priority list. In fact, I’m pretty sure I told you to do the exact opposite. "All I needed.. was for you to show the fuck up. Once. Just once. I had one moment of fucking weakness.”

He sucked in a deep breath at the sight of the boy’s tears, doing everything he could to keep his from following. He couldn’t break down now. Harvey would smell it on him and like a shark to blood, he’d sink his teeth in again.

“And you’re standing there actually pissed off at me. Like I somehow… like I fucking asked for this. Which I guess I did. I asked for this the day I approached him and told him to leave you alone, told him I’d do whatever he wanted if he never hit you again. And you look like you hate me. And you’re telling me to go and I want you to know that I will. I will go. I don’t want to, but I will. Because all that has ever mattered to me from the second this thing started was your feelings. And if you’re done with me now, I’ll let you be done. But I want you to understand that the next time you tell me to go, I’m going to do it. And it’s going to kill me. But I’ll do it anyway.”

The tears came anyway. 

“I’m done with you now… I’m done with you?” Jamie was still crying, but now he was well and truly angry, he pushed himself to his feet and marched over to the bars. “I just told you I’m going to die here and you think this pathetic relationship is all that matters? This is my life I’m talking about, not your goddamn feelings. And don’t you dare say you’re with him because of me, because I told you I didn’t want that and you did it anyway. You’re with him because you get off on getting treated like shit, not because you’re trying to save me. It’s the same reason you fucked things up with Nicholas, so don’t you fucking put that on me.”

He turned his back on Gage. “Do you even realize how stupid you sound, crying because… what, I might be breaking up with you or something? Meanwhile I’m in here wondering whether it’s going to be Freeman or Kennedy who’s going to put me down. Whether it’s going to be tonight, or tomorrow… or maybe next week, or next month. I’m gonna die, but that doesn’t matter because you got your fucking heart broken. Grow the fuck up!”

He sighed. “I can’t show up. I can’t do anything anymore… And someday soon I won’t be anything… If you can’t understand that, then fuck, I really, really made a huge fucking mistake giving you those cookies…”

... [ open ]

Henry was leaving when he heard the soft voice. He should have kept going– not remained. He had no place in the Chateau, not when he already feared for his life. But still he stopped– It was Jamie, the boy who seemed to panic at the smallest things. He stopped, his eyes looking over him. “Jamie.” His voice was quiet and he moved so the man could get a look at him– injuries and all.

Henry wasn’t who he was expecting, but he was a distraction, and that was good enough for Jamie. He gave the man a look through the bars and put on a small smile until he noticed the bracelet on his wrist. Then his smile almost faltered while his chest tightened just a little. “Hi,” he greeted, his voice small and somewhat tired. “How’ve you been, Henry?”

... [ open ]

Gage stayed calm, feeling his heart pound in his chest over and over and over again. He felt heat build up behind his eyes and a lump form in his throat, but he stayed calm, just as calm as the boy in front of him looked. Though inside he was anything but.

“I needed you,” he said again, though his time his voice sounded a lot less angry than it did before. It sounded almost like he’d given up. “I needed you to kick my ass. I never needed you to tell me it was okay. I needed you to keep showing up. All I needed was for you to fucking… show up. When you… when you found yourself hurt at the hands of a master the first time, I showed up. When you did it the second time, I showed up. Now, I showed up. I never stop showing up. Maybe what I need to do is stop. Because,” his voice broke hard and for a second he choked. “Because you don’t even fucking want me here anyway. None of this ever had anything to do with blaming you. Or lashing out. I just fucking miss you.”

“Maybe you should, then. Because I can’t show up. I can’t be there. You’re right about that...” Jamie sighed, and then tears started streaming from his eyes. “I love you... But I can’t take care of you. I can barely take care of me. Half the time I don’t even want to take care of myself at all... That’s hard enough as it is. Worrying about myself and worrying about you at the same time is impossible.”

He tried a smile, but he couldn’t quite make it reach his eyes. “I’m stuck in here. Still. I no longer think that’s going to change. Not a single master in this city actually wants me. It’s just a matter of time before the guards come looking for me, drag me out of my cell, and...” He shuddered.

“But you’re out--again. I was happy for you the first time... even though Nicholas was... well... not quite what I thought he was. At least you were free of all this. And then you blew it. Now I’m not happy. I’m angry. And I wish so hard I could hate you, because you don’t really deserve to be out there any more than I do... But I can’t. Because I’m too stupid not to love you. So all I can do is sit here and wait to die... So no. I can’t show up. I never could. So you go on. Go be his punching bag. Maybe that will keep you alive for a while... And I’ll just be here, until I’m not...”

... [ open ]

The fact that he didn’t even seem remotely happy to see him only served to fuel Gage’s fire. He took a deep breath and thought of all the things he wanted to say, thought of every accusatory word he could possibly throw at the other boy. Everything he’d rehearsed in his head a thousand times over, every angry word, every furious gesture. He thought of them all. But all that came out was a simple, quiet, “I fucking needed you.”

He ignored the implied question. He didn’t move forward, didn’t go to wrap his fingers around the bars. All he did was repeat himself louder, hoping his voice didn’t shake.

It did anyway. “I fucking needed you.”

Jamie closed his eyes. “You did.” He nodded. “And you did nothing about it. I told you what to do. You had every chance to come to me… and you didn’t… Not until you were wearing that, and we both know who it belongs to.” His voice was surprisingly even, though inside he was everything but calm. “What I don’t understand is why you needed me. Why you need me at all? What are you doing here, Gage? If you want me to tell you it was okay… well… it wasn’t, and I made that clear. So that’s never going to happen…”

He looked up and pursed his lips. “So what is it that you want now? You’re outside again, and I’m still here, yet somehow I feel as if you think I’m to blame for it… So, either I’m wrong about that and you’ll lash out… or I’m right and you’ll lash out. Seems I’m losing no matter what, so…”

... [ open ]

Gage was still in a fair amount of shock. It was as if he had spent his afternoon walking through a fog, his limbs shaking as they carried him from haunt to haunt, and somehow he always ended up back here. The way to Jamie’s cell was known to him better than the way anywhere else in the world. He could find it with his eyes closed. Why he hadn’t spent more time in it while he was occupying the space beside it was unknown to him altogether. He should have just forced Jamie to talk to him, should have gotten angry and gotten over it. But instead he had let his anger fester and turn into a beast he had a hard time controlling. But that was just how Gage operated.

He was crossing the threshold to the block of cells Jamie was a part of when he heard the whisper. If he had whispered that phrase just twelve hours earlier, Gage would have been able to respond ‘right here, you idiot’ from the cell beside his. The nice thing about sharing the same wall with the person you were adamantly trying to avoid was that you didn’t have to see their beautiful, infuriating face. The bad thing was you heard their every move and wondered what they were doing.

Gage sighed to himself and bit down on his lip as he moved to stand in front of the cell, new bracelet dangling from his wrist. He didn’t say a word, just stood there and stared, his heart hammering away in his chest. Fuck, he thought to himself. I missed you.

It worked. It should’ve made him happy that it did, the child in him beaming with surprise and excitement. Alas, all he could conjure up was shock. Jamie wanted to say so many things. He was still angry, still afraid for what would happen now, but then his eyes took notice of that faint sheen on Gage’s wrist and immediately every single thought, every single idea he’d put together of this moment was erased.

So Jamie cleared his throat and gave himself a moment to let his brain reboot. He was still angry, but due to an entirely new set of reasons now, and only half of them had anything to do with Gage. He sighed, crestfallen.

“I see you’re wearing a bracelet again,” he said, his voice small and cracked. “I wanna ask who put it there... But I’m afraid I might not like the answer.”

Busted [ open ]

“And how does sucking dick contradict that image?” Cameron grinned, giving the cock in his hand a few cat licks, before diving down, swallowing it all and filling his mouth, cockhead pressing against the back of his throat. Maybe it was the whole cheap gay porn setting, but Cameron was really into it. Eyes closed and mind, mouth and tongue focused on the task. The act itself was giving him enough to work with, so Cameron had to reach down and stroke himself, needing to come just as much.

Jamie couldn’t help but nod at that. He couldn’t argue with Cameron’s logic, but even then he was still surprised by his initiative. It made him wonder, for that one moment when he was actually sound enough to think, whether the fact that it was him in the shower really had anything to do with Cameron’s behavior or whether he was just an outlet. Either way, he was still getting a blowjob, and as soon as Cameron’s lips went around his cock he decided he wasn’t going to complain. His hands flew to the back of Cameron’s head as he swallowed him, stroking semi-absently along his dark tresses while trying hard not to thrust.

food

Gage leaned into the kiss without hesitation, cupping the back of his boy’s head in his hand to draw him closer and hold him there for just a little longer. When Jamie spoke, the grin that crept over Gage’s face was wide and coy. He was a greedy little shit, that much was for sure. “Now you’re catching on,” he said as he leaned in to kiss him again. He faked a whine and nipped Jamie’s lip again before reaching for his hand. “Yeah alright, naked. I’m still not letting you leave yet though. You’re stuck with me. Until they come to find you.”

“No one’s gonna come find me,” he said, full confidence in his voice. “Not until they start thinking I’m trying to escape. And even then, the first place they’ll probably go to is Sebastien’s house to make sure he didn’t take me there. So I say we have quite a while before anyone comes up here to bother us… if they even do.” The hints at paranoia Jamie picked up from Gage were amusing, particularly because they would have made more sense coming from he himself, but he didn’t want to humor them. He didn’t want to think about anything other than the two of them on that rooftop. “We could probably make it to sunrise if the cold doesn’t force us indoors.”

Alone in the dark

Ahohako wasn’t a man to take advantage of someone, not like that. But he could tell Jamie wanted him, he could taste it in the air and on the boy’s lips as he gave a deep growl and kissed Jamie harder. The moment he’d gotten the shirt up and over Jamie’s head, his arm locked around the boy and his palm pressed to the soft, naked skin at the small of his back. Dragging him so close they were pressed tightly together, he was forced to dip his head, hunch his shoulders to access the sweet taste of the boy’s mouth. He could still taste the hint of the beer on Jamie’s tongue and hungrily, his mouth dominated the boy’s own, eager to drink it up. Hungry for Jamie, to be intoxicated from the boy alone.

As the kiss deepened, Ahohako’s growl now muffled against the boy’s lips and his tongue dragging against his own, he felt the way Jamie’s hands shifted between them and managed to grip the fabric of his shirt. Giving it a yank that, thanks to their position and the boy’s altered state, couldn’t quite manage to get it much higher than his stomach. His mouth shifted against Jamie’s own in a slow grin as a deep laugh trickled out into the kiss, feeling the boy’s urging and knowing damn well his intent. Pulling free from that kiss with the same dark grin on his face, he watched the boy. Drinking in Jamie’s reaction as he reached behind him. Gripping the back of the shirt’s neck and peeling it off of his body. Revealing the damp muscles from perspiration, his torso thickly bound with muscle and centuries worth of battlescars etched into his chest and stomach. Dark eyes on Jamie’s own, he reached forward, not closing the distance between them yet, but his hands unsnapping and jerking at Jamie’s belt and jeans.

To say Ahohako was Jamie’s type… well, that would have been a lie. Big muscles and battle-hardened skin were not his type, but his type didn’t matter much when he had masters to contend with. They would rent him whether he wanted them or not, and do things to him whether he agreed to them or otherwise. Usually he wouldn’t voice his objections, unless he was feeling reckless enough not to care about getting his skull bashed in. But every so often someone like Aho would come along. It didn’t happen a lot, but sometimes he would be given a choice, a chance to decide for himself what he wanted. He could pass up on the sex. Sso it was amusing how he always chose to have it. Tonight he had that choice, so he took it. But it was more than that. It took Jamie a moment to realize it, though, while Aho busied himself with pulling his trousers off.

It wasn’t the big muscles and the scars and the angry-looking face that made Jamie as horny as a twelve-year-old, no. It was the power behind them, and the memory of it that he’d felt before. He liked strength, it turned him on; but not the strength from having a broad body sculpted for killing, or even showing off. It was the strength of spirit that got to him, of never breaking no matter what, because he wished to have that, too, and Aho had it in spades. So Jamie helped him push his pants off, kicked off his shoes without jumping off the counter, and then kissed him hard, because, fuck, this man was so strong, and that made him ridiculously attractive to Jamie.

.::Under Prying Eyes::.

If Tristan could choose to be anything, he’d be a master, most would choose freedom and he would of, years ago, but now Covaire was all he knew, he’d grown up here, and his master had treated him better than anyone else. He couldn’t help but think he wouldn’t survive out there on his own, he didn’t know how to be normal, even when he was with his father, he wasn’t normal he was a hunter, a killer. So he’d be a master, where he could keep an eye on Ezra, on people like Gage and Jamie. He’d do his best to give slaves a good home. Thats what he wanted, to help them, but he wasn’t in a position to do it.

He wasn’t able to give anyone what they wanted or what they needed, as he was barely able to give himself what he wanted, he was just used to his own wants being pushed aside. Not today though, right now, he was taking what he wanted just like Jamie had told him too, Tristan was trying to relax in to it. It was why he took his shirt off, to show the other boy that he was okay with this, that he wanted it, he wasn’t afraid, well, he was, but not enough to stop him.

The other humans touch slowed the trembles and he looked to the hands touching him, not sure he could look Jamie in the eye just yet, he was pretty sure he was still bright red and blushing, he certainly felt the heat of embarrassment now he was on show to the other boy. He wasn’t exactly the desirable type, and he had a couple of scars he didn’t like having to explain, ones he had to lie about, so nobody discovered the truth, that he was a hunter, he’d done bad things, and he was ashamed of it. -”B.. because nobody wants th.. this, b.. but I’m used to it.” he said with small shrug of his shoulders -”Th.. they want muscles and handsome f.. features.” he watched Jamie take his shirt off and even them up and his smile grew. 

Tristan’s own fingers stroked up from the other boys abs to his chest and he bit his lip before pushing him gently, back to the examining table and kissing him again, a hand sliding in to the dark hairs, wanting more.

“And you think you don’t have handsome features?” Jamie countered, simpering at Tristan as he ran his hands down his shoulders. “You think there is no strength in your body, just because you’re not built like a brick wall or a Greek statue? You think I wouldn’t be able to find you sexy because you don’t look like… well, Ben?” He snorted. “I’ll have you know I don’t find Benedict Freeman that attractive. He means well sometimes, but he’s an asshole and very entitled, which only reminds me that he’s a master and makes him less attractive. All that self-confidence crosses the line into arrogance often and that is not appealing to me. But if that’s not enough, well… I’m not really a big muscle guy. I mean, look at me: do I look like I spend all my time working out or anything?” He chuckled. “I like looking the way I look, even if it’s not the strongest of looks, because it’s honest. And so are you.”

Tristan kissed him again, and if he’d asked Jamie what he felt when he did it, he would have had to be honest and tell him that kiss had gone straight to his dick. He was aroused already, but that was no surprise to him. It happened often enough whenever someone would initiate contact with him that he actually welcomed—he definitely welcomed Tristan’s, and the fact that they were doing this in the Chateau the guards’ backs only excited him more.

While the kiss stretched through the following seconds and Tristan’s hands ran along his naked chest, Jamie decided he needed to be bolder himself now and wrapped his arms around the boy’s waist, snaking his hands over the small of his back and slowly dragging him them down over his bare skin until they came over the curve of his ass. Tristan didn’t have a massive behind—in fact, it felt quite small and tight through his trousers—but that was fine. It was more than fine. Jamie liked men who looked like men, not women, and Tristan definitely looked a certain brand of masculine. He was handsome, and built natural, which made him beautiful to Jamie.

“Do you want to…?” Jamie hesitated for a moment, smiling sheepishly against Tristan’s lips. “I just realized I don’t know what you’re into… Do you want to… be inside me… or do you want me inside you?” He blushed a little asking the question, though he wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t like Jamie to feel shy about sex, but something about Tristan brought it out of him. “I have no hold-up about it either way,” he whispered. “I just want you, so you can choose.”

Busted [ open ]

“I do suck,” Cameron confessed with a proud little hum and a smile to match, then jerked Jamie around and pushed him against the shower wall, while he got on his knees. “Few days sounds horrible,” he said rubbing the boy’s thighs, before leaning in to kiss the head. “How bad do you want to come, Jamie?” he asked, tongue coming out to lick the tip and welcome the rest of the boy’s shaft into his hungry mouth. 

“I didn’t know… you had it in you to be—this aggressive…” Jamie’s breaths were coming up shorts. Now that he was pressed up against the shower wall, his eyes were wide awake, and his arousal was more or less self-evident. Not only was his dick standing tall, his face and chest were flushed. It was all he could do to look down at Cameron as he hunkered. “No offense, but I had you pegged as a massive bottom boy.” He only managed a small chuckle before Cameron’s tongue ran over his head. “Don’t make me repeat myself, you dick. I really, really want to come…”