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He hated New Tokyo, couldn't for the life of him work out why Jack liked it so bloody much. Every few nights or so, he'd find himself being walked down the lamp-lit streets, and eventually sitting in some restaurant, owned by some bird that Jack knew. Not always the same restaurant or the same bird, mind you, but those two things always came into play. There was food, and Jack was always flirting with something with tits.
It was mind numbing.
John, for his part, had turned the whole thing into a game. He'd see how many thinly veiled threats he could make about things he planned to do to the woman in question when he finally got some alone time, until Jack would lose it and eventually drag him back to the Rose and remind him just where his place was now. It was all part of his plan though, pushing the other man until he'd snap, studying every move and pattern until the moment was right. It was going to be so much fun when he finally turned the tables and got the upper hand again. He already had it all planned out.
"How do you feel about pink, with rhinestones?" he asked lightly, offering a grin that was anything but innocent as he looked at the other man. Jack ignored him, but that was alright, he was too busy picturing the other man in a collar on his knees, licking his boots clean and begging for forgiveness... to listen anyway.
Being Jack's little pet had it's advantages though. In a way, John had gotten what he's wanted. Jack was his again. Or, rather, he was Jack's. Didn't matter which, it was win-win either way. Now all he needed was some power back, and everything would be perfect.
Leaning in, he nuzzled Jack's neck lightly as he purred, "Tonight I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to hold you down, and hurt you, and you're going to beg for more. Can't keep me on a leash forever, Jack. You don't like me tamed anyway."
He could feel someone watching them from across the room, but that was nothing new. They had a habit of drawing attention wherever they went, both for very different reasons. Jack, because of who he was, and John, because of the way he was. Two of a kind, yet they couldn't have been more different. A perfectly mismatched pair.
(tagging order: Jack, Neil, John)
It was mind numbing.
John, for his part, had turned the whole thing into a game. He'd see how many thinly veiled threats he could make about things he planned to do to the woman in question when he finally got some alone time, until Jack would lose it and eventually drag him back to the Rose and remind him just where his place was now. It was all part of his plan though, pushing the other man until he'd snap, studying every move and pattern until the moment was right. It was going to be so much fun when he finally turned the tables and got the upper hand again. He already had it all planned out.
"How do you feel about pink, with rhinestones?" he asked lightly, offering a grin that was anything but innocent as he looked at the other man. Jack ignored him, but that was alright, he was too busy picturing the other man in a collar on his knees, licking his boots clean and begging for forgiveness... to listen anyway.
Being Jack's little pet had it's advantages though. In a way, John had gotten what he's wanted. Jack was his again. Or, rather, he was Jack's. Didn't matter which, it was win-win either way. Now all he needed was some power back, and everything would be perfect.
Leaning in, he nuzzled Jack's neck lightly as he purred, "Tonight I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to hold you down, and hurt you, and you're going to beg for more. Can't keep me on a leash forever, Jack. You don't like me tamed anyway."
He could feel someone watching them from across the room, but that was nothing new. They had a habit of drawing attention wherever they went, both for very different reasons. Jack, because of who he was, and John, because of the way he was. Two of a kind, yet they couldn't have been more different. A perfectly mismatched pair.
(tagging order: Jack, Neil, John)