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[timeagent_john]

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

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[more_flexible]

Jack shrugged him off and said dismissively, "You'll do what I tell you to, tonight. But if you do better tonight than last time...maybe." Everything was always maybe, mostly because it could be. Jack had gotten John's agreement regarding this arrangement and he was as devoted to his pet as he was to anything or anyone else. More, at the moment. John just needed so much work.

He had no doubt that John would break long before he did. He lost his patience at times, but that was nothing a hard fuck followed by tossing the agent into a cage couldn't fix.

To counter his dismissive tone, Jack lifted his hand and stroked the short hair at the nape of John's neck before he dug his nails into the skin. He didn't mean to completely put him off, he was just distracted as he kept most of his attention directed at two men in the corner who had no reason to be in his city instead on Oubliee where they belonged.

[blackhole_heart]

For a long time, I sit across the room, just watching them. Watching their body language. The way they touch. Can't hear what they're saying, but it doesn't matter. Probably couldn't over the rush of blood in my ears anyhow. John Hart, alive and well, having a grand fucking time, no matter how short a leash Harkness has him on.

I'm fucking livid. Alone, but I don't care. I'm on my feet and slipping into the seat across from them, smirk on my face and looking just as smug as always. "Well, look who it is." I think maybe if I had a gun, I'd shoot the fucker right now.

[timeagent_john]

John bared his teeth when Jack dug his nails in, clearly ready to react in the most volatile way possible, until he noticed they were no longer alone.

Eyes settling on the boy, it took him a long moment to make the connection as to who it was. He couldn't remember the name, but he remembered other things, and his whole demeanor seemed to change as his snarl became a toothy smirk.

"Miss me?" he asked sweetly.

[more_flexible]

Jack split his attention between his mark and their new guest. One finger curled under the back of John's collar, just as a reminder, and he gave Neil a tight smile.

"Look who it is," he repeated. "You want a drink, Neil? It's been a while."