Ireneus

Niek scowls as, several long minutes after he had gone in with the demon, they leave the secrecy of the back rooms. As the fae heads back to his secluded corner, the male catches his wrist and pulls him close for another forceful kiss, Niek doing exactly as he knew he should do in response, giving the weak impression of lust. After the kiss is broken, his hand is still kept captive, obliging his body to stay near. Still, Silus has not approached and the duo wait for the owner to approach them. Niek sighs, he hated this little power play every time; to distract himself from the eminent wait he starts healing the bruises, scratches, and bitemarks he could reach with his free hand that littered his body.

The incubus winces at the hair pulling and scowls up at the smirk. He had to say, he absolutely loathed people with attitudes like his renter's. They just irritated him so much...! Instead of a quiet little "Yes sir", he spits right into his face out of defiance.

"Not in your life time, old man. I think I have much better things to do and anyway shouldn't you be attending a customer right now? He looks like he's done and is standing around. Bored. This IS your gig, isn't it? You're doing a lousy job of playing host."  Yves remarks, his words just oozing with acid.

"Watch your tongue, punk, you're grinding me down to my last nerve." Silus mutters before shoving the incubus back onto the carpet. "Now get out of my sight before I take you right here and now."

Irritated, he wipes off the spit with his sleeve and stomps over to the duo, yet he manages to recompose himself in time to slow his storming to a leisurely stroll. Silus gives a small mock bow, that charming smile plastered on his face a clear signal that his negative mood had been disspelled.

"Why sir, you certainly look like you enjoyed yourself! Was everything satis...Fac...tory...?" The demon asks, taking in and assessing the total damage of his unique gem, and is soon back to quelling his temper. Sadly though, he can't completely hide his rage based on his narrowed eyes, his pupils contracting slightly more so than usual, and his clenched jaw.

"I hope you are aware, good sir, of the damage policy on my collection? It will be double his normal price to compensate for the damage you have caused." He does manage to say in a level tone while he bats the fae's hand away to do the rest of the healing himself. Tch! Of course out of ALL the merchendise in the building he could have damaged, this demon just had to pick on his rare find!

The demon grins as he expertly notices the anger and decides to play off of it, "You don't think that I know of your damage policy? Just tell me how much... Or I could just buy him off of you. Then you wouldn't have to worry." Seeing him start healing the fae brings a smile to his face and he grabs a fist full of his hair and nips at his neck.

"But then again you wouldn't be too bad either with a bit of glamour." He lets go again and suddenly is completely uninterested. "Tch, whatever. Name your price demon." 'You know money is not an issue...'

Silus rolls his eyes at the suggestion. The day the human race finally died out was the day he'd at least CONSIDER selling- He inhales sharply at the new action but other than that, shows little reaction. Up in that manipulative skull of his though, he was already churning out ideas of how to mold this situation into something profitable. By the time the customer had let him go though, he had already dismissed more than half of the schemes.

"I'm sorry to say but this faerie, despite how worthless he makes himself seem with that apathetic attitude of his, he is not for sale. Try him out all you like though." The owner remarks smoothly as his gaze flicks back to Trouble-Maker Number 1. "However... I do have an incubus who would suit your tastes perfectly. He already has the immature attitude in place, what's a little glamour to add to the image, yes? He would make a FAR better replacement."

'Though that teacher would kill me, but what's one harmless "mistake"? "Oh I'm SO sorry, my dearest Anici! It was just soooo busy yesterday that I could barely hear myself think! There were just too many applications that needed to be filled out that I got swamped thus, he got swiped right out from under my nose! I can give you the buyer's name though if you want him back THAT badly!"'

The demon thinks to himself and pushes down a snicker.

As soon as he was shoved off and the pompous slave trader had walked off, Yves reclaims the couch with a lounge and stretches himself out to leave no room to sit despite the threat. He kicks his feet up onto the arm and yawns, back to the bore fest... But hey! Whats-his-face was gone and he didn't have to deal with an unbearable silence from a tree-hugging pixie.

Just as he was dozing off, he does manage to pick out the word 'incubus' and he's alert once more. They weren't talking about HIM were they? He frowns lightly but keeps his eyes shut, now straining his hearing to catch the drift of the conversation. Renter Guy seriously better not be trying to sell him off! His teacher would slaughter them both! Renter Guy for selling him and Yves for not stopping the transaction. Yves scowls and folds his arms across his chest in a slight pout at the thought of being sold off so easily... He better at least put a high price on his head...!

The demon's scowl furthers even more and he turns away to leave, "You insult me with such propositions. I already have an incubus to keep alive and immaturity is far from innocence. Besides," he turns to watch Yves for a moment, "he's not my type at all." The demon starts to leave, bored already and needing to get back.

Silus notes the all too obvious pouting with a strange moment of amusement. Well then! We'd just have to see if he would still be pouting after he corners him after closing with everyone already shuffled off to their beds, leaving the entire room and all it's toys open for use and- His train of thought is instantly derailed at the customer's comment.

"I-I'm sorry, come again? Why sir," he starts sweetly while slowly chasing after, "I apologize for unintentionally insulting you. If immaturity is not what you are looking for and innocence is, I'm sure I can find you another that can match the fae's level. Perhaps, if I may dare, surpass it ten fold. I know I have plenty of shy dryaids much like him! Would you care to see? I could even get them to conduct a quick show for you, if you have the time..."

With a general scowl the demon pivots on his heel and glares at Silus, "you have already wasted enough of my time with your pointless business propositions. Leave me alone or let me pay my fee already. I have things to do and sitting here haggling with you is not one of them."

Niek eventually settles with sitting beside the incubus again and continuing to heal himself, even if only the slightest of injuries just to have something to do that didn't involve the business' 'special services'. He finally gives up and lays back, tired in general especially after.... Niek's eyes fall closed and within minutes he's out; sleeping quietly before, with a streach, grabbing onto Yves and clinging tightly.

Here Yves had been minding his own business, watching dust motes float about when that tree-hugger comes back. Well, it soon turns out that it isn't TOO bad seeing as he appears to be preoccupied with his minor scratches and all. The incubus relaxes again, happy he doesn't have to converse with him at all, so he lets himself slip back into that trance-like state to watch the dust motes spin in dizzying patterns again. Oh... How mind-numbingly simple, motes were. They were a good way to stave off boredom for a while, also great to watch when you needed to sleep! Yves' eye lids start to droop close, oh you silly motes... Putting the incubus to sleep like that...

...Until the faerie was also dozing off and clinging onto him. His eyes snap open again and he jerks back up right from his slump to the side. Yves proceeds to jab him in the shoulder a few times, hoping that would be enough to revive him but his impatience gets the best of him. He soon finds himself shaking Niek's shoulder rather roughly, partially from his annoyance on top of impatience.

"Hey! Do I look like a pillow to you? Get the hell off of me!"

Duke trys not to laughe at Silus. A few chukles come out but he was able to keep the rest back.

Silus grits his teeth but lets the demon walk away. It was far better to quit while you had some ground then to continue pursuing a rather pointless goal. He stiffens his posture and lights another cigarette, noting with a twitch of a smirk the two cuddlers on the couch. Ha! Now he had a way to unnerve that incubus apparently, in such a simple way too!

He deeply inhales, sending a quick word of thanks to the first person who ever rolled a cigarette, and exhales slowly.  Ah... Sweet, sweet nicotine! Now that he had his smoke cloud hanging around his head again, he starts to shamble off toward his office until that chuckle stops him. Sure it was cut off but it was still a laugh aimed toward him. The demon smoothly pivots and turns around, casually approaching his third young trouble maker once more. He stops to lean forward, watching him briefly before tightly cuffing his ear.

"I think boy, it's about time for someone to teach you a lesson. Hmm? And I'm JUST the person to teach it to you," he whispers for only Duke to hear, "plus you would make an excellent stress reliever seeing as you've been a third thorn in my side today. Just like those other two! But you see, I can't take those two now. See how they're causing a stir? THAT'S what really catches the attention of customers. But you? You have none of the tats or the collars, so they'll ignore you. No one would even notice your absense while you're in the back with me." He pauses for a quick drag, briefly watching the smoke curl away before twisting the cartilage the tiniest bit. "And I don't take no for an answer, in case you're wondering. Now tell me, what's your name, stranger? Mine's Silus and remember it, you'll be screaming it in a minute."

Duke flinched when he grabed him."Ow!' He scoled as he was talkeing. He tryed to get away but with no luck.. He sighed. He just might as well give up. It not like no one try this with him befoe. But he usally gets awaay befor anything happens. "Duke." He sighed giveing his name up. He looked up at the demaon. "Im not going to get away this time am I?"

After a moment of waiting for the owner to finally name the price he owed, the demon watches Silus walk off. He didn't need much more for an answer then. The demon strolls out, he'd probably have to pay next time but who cared?

Niek groans at the disturbance and refuses to let go as he burrows his face into the incubi's lap without even knowing what he was doing. "Five more minutes. Please." The groggy, barely awake murmur shows just how much luck the incubus was going to have getting him off again.

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"This time?" Silus inquires, letting go of the other demon's ear to grab his hair, effectively yanking his head back to pull him close.

"What's that suppose to mean? You've been through this routine before? Well, well, well... Does this mean I have a masochist in my hands right now?" He grins and teasingly twists. "Does this turn you on? Or are you into the verbal abuse, b****? Wait, wait... Don't tell me, I want to find out myself!"

The demon snickers and lets go only to snatch his wrist in a near-crushing grip. He pauses though and casts one quick glance back toward the couch; heheh, that incubus and faerie got lucky this time... He spares only a couple more seconds before proceeding to drag Duke off toward the back.

Duke trys to get away again but again no luck. THis wasnt like any other place whare they were stupied drunks...
Or people he could just fight and run away. He never really done this sorta thing befor. not even once.

The incubus renews his shaking efforts; a possible cause for this renewal? Maybe it was his now uncomfortably tight pants...'Tch! Stupid faerie, probably not even remotely close to my type! That probably isn't even his real hair color, bet it's glamoured...' He muses to himself and flicks one of Niek's wing tips.

"Hey Tinkerbell, weren't you listening the first time? I said get off." Yves demands, not really that cross anymore thanks to a rather successful distraction. Oh well... Can't really be helped but he did have to admit, having an open lap right now would make life sooooo much easier... The incubus pauses mid-shake to think. Could he somehow guilt the faerie into doing something for him? And maybe with the right phrasing, he could get just about anything... Hm...

He snickers at the thought but tenses up as he just managed to cause himself additional unwanted friction. Oh for fuck's sake...! The tree-hugger had to move! Yves scowls and yanks at one arm before giving up on that, soon looking around the immediate area for something to use as a lever. Try and pry him off or hit him in the head... Something! He grits his teeth as he notes that there really wasn't anything he could use. Bah! Whatever, he didn't like prying things off anyway! He pinches the bridge of his nose in thought. So... How to go about this... Maybe if he thought about things he hated! First thing, women. Those manipulative, lying b****es! Ha! They had NOTHING compared to his sweet, dear Fritz and- ANICI. Biggest b**** of them all! Running that stupid harem that attracts food like nobody's business and-

Gah! Yves chomps down on his lower lip to get himself to focus.Well that certainly backfired... Okay, new plan! Get Whats-his-face to grab his property and- Waaaiiittt. The incubus sneers as he watches the renter mess around with that other guy. What a slacker! Couldn't even focus on the f***ing job! Whatever... The incubus shifts uncomfortably, trying so hard not to make it worse... Finally, he resolves for one last idea. Good old, completely reliable sexual harassment! The best way to get out of unwanted situations, though it probably wouldn't help his OTHER problem. Ah well... Yves promptly reaches over and playfully smacks him on the a**.

"Damn babe, aren't we looking delicious today!"

Phase one, complete.

The fae had managed to ignore the shaking afterwards although it was keeping him on some level of groggy consciousness. Niek even managed to miss the fact that his pillow was actually that jacka** incubus. The wing results in a response though and the fae gives a quiet moan of protest as his wings start up a buzz for a few seconds and he shifts to get them to stop. After that, the fae starts to drift deeper into sleep and, after a minor shift, is sleeping with his mouth open and breathing out quite hot and humid carbon dioxide. This seems to continue, even with the incubi's uncomfortable movement, until he gets smacked of course. The fae is reluctantly dragged out of his rather preferable sleep and grouches to the incubus.

"Go away. Let me sleep." He refuses to open his eyes nor even pay attention to any possible comeback. If it worked, it worked. If it didn't, it didn't.

Ah hell. He swallows hard and takes a shakey breath, having Niek breathing right onto his crotch wasn't helping in the slightest. Yves groans and bites his knuckle. 'What now genius?! Well Phase 2. duh. Just gotta keep cool. Chill as ice. Right....' He bends over, brushing the faerie's hair back behind his ear and gently blowing down into the canal, hey it bugged a lot of people, why not throw it in too?

"Ba~by~ Wake up, you don't want to sleep through all the fun, do you? I'd just HATE for you to miss out... I even want to do that one thing you really, really like~" If he was lucky, Niek would be groggy enough to supply an answer to the half-question or assume he knew what the he was even talking about. The incubus prods a little more, even sliding his hand up the front of his shirt.

"Rise and shine, buttercup!" To top it all off, Yves catches the very tip of his ear in between his teeth and very gently pulls. Ha! Try sleeping through THat, pixie!

...Of course, here we have a prime example of what happens when assumptions are made, Yves guessing that all fae are extremely sensitive around their ears because of that one night stand...

Niek jerks and whines quite ukeishly, "Quit it. Let me sleep." Did he want to miss out on whatever? Hell that was an easy answer.

"Don't care. Go away." Ear biting and pulling was not as easy to sleep through. Reluctantly Niek opens his eyes and swats at Yves, looking up at him, "Ow. What the hell do you want?"