Elison carried the human up the stairs. The boy was innocent and it was a sad thing when innocent little things ended up in the underbelly of the city. He wasn't in the slave trade at least but the way John was looking at him suggested the fae wanted Nathan in his harem of boys. Nathan was lucky he wasn't eighteen yet. Another sign John wanted him was that he hadn't protested Elison putting him upstairs. John wanted Nathan safe and sound.
Jaspar came out of the bathroom, still wearing what he had gone to bed in the previous night, some boxer shorts and a too big navy t-shirt which was actually Elison's. Elison liked to dress Jaspar up in his own clothes as much as possible to get Elison's scent over Jaspar and keep the more dodgy members of the bar away from him.
"Eli?" Jaspar commented, tilting his head, his bangs moving over his face as he did so. "Are you carrying something?" he asked frowning, apparently able to tell from Elison's footsteps he was heavier than normal.
"Nathan. But before that, you're not dressed yet? Just what have you been doing?" Elison asked, lifting an eyebrow even though Jaspar wouldn't see it. He had left Jaspar to get dressed almost half an hour beforehand, having left clothes for him on the bed.
"Ah, just taking care of some business," Jaspar blushed lightly, rubbing his knees together.
"Business?" Elison frowned before sniffing the air around the blushing man. "You had a wank?" he said bluntly unimpressed. "In the bathroom?"
"Would you rather I do it in our bed?" Jaspar asked dryly, tilting his hips slightly and giving Elison want would have been a look if he had eyes.
Jaspar did a lot of that, Elison mused, body language was ingrained even if a person lost one of their limbs. Which was when the words actually clicked in. He froze before pushing past Jaspar to put Nathan on the bed. Tucking him in on the side where Jaspar's clothes weren't laid out.
"Eli?" Jaspar said intentively, walking into the room, the t-shirt falling off his shoulder as he did so.
"Don't joke about that," Elison grumbled, glad Jaspar couldn't see his cheeks were bright red. He was not sure how he would react if he came into the room and realised that Jaspar had been masturbating in their bed. Or worst, walked in to see Jaspar in the act. Elison looked at Jaspar again as Jaspar took the too big t-shirt off and shouldered into the top Elison had left out for him.
He kind of wanted to see that again actually. It was just a shame Elison wasn't entirely sure he could hold back from molesting the man. Elison may have had a few dreams of caressing Jaspar's skin and making him moan in pleasure. Especially after the show, Jaspar had put on days beforehand. Jaspar was getting under his skin in more ways than one.
"I wasn't joking," Jaspar said dryly. "It would be nice not to have to go to the bathroom in order to get some pleasure but oh well," he shrugged, buttoning up the shirt.
Elison let out a growl and moved over to him, spinning him around and pinning him to the wall of the room with a loud thump. Nathan still thankfully fast asleep on the bed. Elison pinned Jaspar's wrists above his head and split the younger man's bare legs with one of his thighs. "If you want pleasure, I can give you that," Elison promised, his demon in control at that moment. "I can make you explode with pleasure, but Jaspar? Are you really ready for what that would mean I wonder?" he breathed, biting Jaspar's earlobe, rubbing his knee against Jaspar's groin.
Instead of whimpering like Elison had hoped, Jaspar had chuckled instead. There was a hint of fear in his scent but not in his stance or voice. "I'm not sure you're ready for what that would mean. I'm not a sub, Eli. I thought I had made that clear last time," he commented with a smirk on his lips, rubbing back slightly not about to back down from a challenge it seemed.
"I'm not Eli," Elison pointed out darkly, fed up of Jaspar shortening his surname to that and also slightly disappointed. He had wanted to hear Jaspar breathless and nervous. "Call me by my name, not my grandfather's name!" he ordered darkly.
"Is it ok for me to call you Matti, then?" Jaspar tilted his head the other way sounding surprised by this, his hips pressing against Elison's. "I thought supernatural creatures had a thing about not calling people by their first names?"
"That's just the fae," Elison chuckled darkly, one hand moving down to rub Jaspar's bare thigh. "In private you are welcome to call me by name."
"Maybe you'd like to try to get me to scream it?" Jaspar teased, leaning close to Elison.
"With pleasure," Elison growled darkly, only for Nathan to snore behind them and remind him they weren't entirely alone right now. He hissed unhappily, glaring over at his shoulder at the innocent boy. He should have put Nathan in Leo's room and that way he would have been able to molest Jaspar to his heart's content. He let go of Jaspar's wrists but continued to hold the man's thighs apart.
Jaspar let out a snort before giggling, leaning on Elison's shoulder to muffle the sound. Elison let him, stewing darkly about this. Jaspar wrapped an arm around Elison's shoulder and kissed Elison's cheek tenderly. "Another time maybe," he said with a little too much amusement in his voice.
"I hate you," Elison commented sulkily, letting go of Jaspar.
"No, you don't. I hate you," Jaspar teased, patting Elison's back and grabbing the trousers from the bed and putting them one. Elison watching sadly as Jaspar's lovely legs were hidden from view. "Care to explain why we have a guest? I thought John didn't want Nathan here?" he frowned. "Did my vision..."
"Ah, no, not yet," Elison reassured. "Someone tried to kidnap him and Oct saved him before they could. Sounded quite dramatic, they even shot up a library on the east side," he mused as he gently herded Jaspar out of the room and closed the door.
"We're not locking him in there, are we?" Jaspar said seriously, remembering when he had woken up locked in the room.
"No," Elison laughed. "That wouldn't be fair on him and he's not a prisoner here."
"And I am?" Jaspar frowned.
"Depending on your definite, I guess so," Elison mused. "But ignoring that," he said wanting off that topic as quickly as possible before Jaspar went back into a gloomy mode. "Oct said he expected a favour of you someday for saving Nathan's arse and Bill said he would watch over Nathan for you because your vision managed to save him," Elison commented as they walked downstairs. "You're going to have to get a favour bar to keep track of this," he mused.
"A favour bar?" Jaspar asked confused as he walked into the bar area.
"That is an excellent idea," John commented from where he was still seated a bar stool by the bar. "I think I have a spare one you can use," he mused, standing up and going behind the bar to look in a cupboard.
"What is a favour bar?" Jaspar asked, moving to his normal spot, his foot painfully bumping against Nathan's bag. He frowned and knelt down to work out what he had walked into, feeling the soft material holding something hard inside.
"Ah! I'll put Nathan's bag behind the bar for him," Leo commented, taking it from Jaspar as Jaspar stood back up.
"Ok then," Jaspar murmured as he sat down in his seat, wondering what Nathan was carrying in his bag to make it that heavy. Someone threw a blanket over his lap and he signed. He had finally grown used to the Rook but he was still treated like he was going to snap and start screaming at any moment.
"Found one," John commented before walking over to Jaspar and passing it to him. "It's a currency bar in the underworld. It remembers who owes you favours and who you owe favours too," he explained, placing it in Jaspar's hand. "This will sting," he added as he took Jaspar's hand and held it palm up.
"Huh?" Jaspar said before yelping as John pricked his finger with a needle. John pressed the finger to the black metal bar and there was a low humming noise before the bar disappeared in Jaspar's hands. "What just happened?" Jaspar asked frowning, his hand clenching and unclenching slightly confused by the fact the solid thing in his hand had seeming disintegrated into thin air.
"I programmed it to you," John explained. "You should be able to sense it in your mind how if you concentrate," he added. "It will help you keep track of who you owe favours too and who owe you favours," he said cheerfully, "You'll notice that if you think about me, you owe quite a bit too."
"Yes... I see," Jaspar said slightly unnerved by what he feeling at the moment. "I appreciate you helping me sir," he said with a nervous smile. He never knew where he stood exactly with the fae and it was starting to dawn on him that every little thing John did, he expected something back from.
"Anytime, Jaspar," John beamed, ruffling his hair gently. "You'll be with us for a long time Jaspar. I hope you continue to be polite and willing to help people out," he added cheerfully.
Elison looked at Bill with a lifted eyebrow. "Is John taking commission for the vision advice then?" He asked sympathetically. Bill nodded and continued to drink, clearly not in the mood to talk given he had just had someone try to kill him and lost his job.
"I managed to argue 30% from 50% since I was here anyway and didn't come here with the intent purpose of having a seer read my future," Bill said gloomily. Owing John was never a fun thing if you were in a situation like Bill where your future was uncertain. If the debt got too big, John had been known to force people into slave contracts even if they weren't pretty or handsome. Bill was an animal tamer by nature and that was not an un-useable skill for a person to have for a man like John.
"You have my sympathies," Elison acknowledged, patting his back.
"It's not that bad," John chuckled, wandering over to pat Bill on the back too. "You had paid up your tab and with your skills, you'll get a new job soon enough, I'm sure," he reassured. "It's not like you aren't in my book anyway," he shrugged. Bill let his head hit the wooden bar top giving off the aura of minor depression. "Err, William?"
"I think you've helped enough, sir," Elison smiled slightly amused. John had a way of reminding people of how much control he had over them when they least needed to be reminded. Bill had owed John before and while he had paid it off, it meant John still had first dibs on his soul if Bill ever ended up at the soul market.
"I'll focus on keeping the boy alive for the next few days," Bill said drearily, "After we are sure he's not going to end up as a crisp, I'll get job searching."