Ireneus

FINALLY. That only took forever! He drops the friendly tone and quirks his eyebrow as if he was stating the most obvious fact in the world for the millionth time.

"While you've been enjoying your little happy, pixie dreams, you've managed to make me pitch a f***ing tent by burrowing your face against my d***. Get the hell off of me already." His scowl deepens as he crosses his arms across his chest, fully entering the rarely seen No-Nonsense mode. However... Up in that skull of his, he was torturing himself with images of Anici as a dominatrix to keep himself from ravaging the faerie.

As soon as the word is said, Niek is up and hitting Yves across the face as hard as he can.

"Not a f***ing pixie, damnit, and that's not my problem so why should I care, eh?" He resumes his curled up position on the couch and glares.

"Quit complaining and take care of yourself or go be a good slave and go be of use to a customer."

Yves sits there, just a little stunned at the hit before he retaliates with a snarl. He gets up from his seat and boxes the fae in by putting his arms on either side of the other's body.

"It matters because YOU did it and unlike you, I'm not a f***ing slave! That b**** of a teacher loaned me out to whats-his-face to teach me some weird a** lesson and like f***ing hell I'll approach a customer! If they want me, they can get off their fat a**es and come get me. Besides," he backs off and sits back down on his side of the couch to sulk, one knee pulled up to his chest, "I only like blonds."

Niek isn't intimidated by Yves and the whole rant didn'tmatter much either, "And? Why the hell should I do anything for you? Your not a customer..." He glares at him before noticing that the owner wasn't around. Perfect. With a swift movement he stands and dashes toward the door, managing to get a decent glamour on himself before some other demon decided to get any ideas.

"H-Hey get back... Ah f*** it..." Irritated, Yves gets back off the couch and looks around the room, had anyone noticed? Didn't look like it... He briefly quickly goes over his new options; slink off to a darkened corner and take care of himself or follow for the sake of killing boredom. Renter didn't REALLY own him so it's not like the guy could really hurt him for running off like that... Hm... Well he could deal with the other thing once he got outside. He nods and, with one last survey of the room for prying eyes, he follows the faerie's example and slinks out the door.

Silus pushes the demon up against the wall so that he was pressed up against his back. He pins his hands against the surface as well, not really doing much except standing there breathing down his neck. He cocks his head in a brief moment of thought before slowly gyrating his hips with a chuckle. Savoring the moment, he brushes his lips against the nape of his neck and catching the area between his teeth while transfering one wrist to the other hand to free his right. The demon slips the now free hand up Duke's shirt, finger tips just brushing over a nipple before returning with a vengence to pinch.

"Oh no, I'm afraid not slave. You won't be going far without my permission. In fact, in just a few short moments, you'll be too preoccupied begging to c** to even THINK about leaving. Hehe..."

The demon gives the other male's  a** one last squeeze before pulling him into a now suddenly available room, making sure to lock the door behind.

Onions On Celery: LOL, he was totally just stalling for no reason.

~~**lawlzirtimeskip**~~

The slave owner lights himself a cigarette and sits up, rubbing the back of his head. Eh not the greatest but damn! He quietly laughs to himself before going around and collecting his clothes. While zipping up his cargos, he glances back to his partner still cuffed to the bed. Should he at least unlock him?

.....Nah! He'll find the key in the pillow case eventually. Ah f***... That mattress was too soft... He'd have to order replacements later. Silus finishes tying off his boots and leaves the room, soon giving the main area a hard look over. Let's see... A few new customers had arrived, good... Good... He runs a hand through his already mused up hair and strolls off to the left. Now where did his favorite pair go? Are they humping each other in some corner? No, no... What about one of the rooms? No... A quick glance toward the back shows all doors propped open.

The demon blinks. Now where had they gone? He approaches a succubus already giving attention to another demon's lower half and yanks her head back with a small pop!

"You know that faerie and incubus getting fresh on the couch?"

"...Uh-huh?"

"Where'd they go?"

"Mmm... Dunno. But I wish they actually DID something. They just yelled as soon as the faerie got up and slapped the other guy." She replies with a sly smile, completely ignoring the groans of protest from the customer.

"Oh? And what happened next?" The owner drops to a crouch, leaning forward to lap at the dribble of liquid trickling from the corner of the succubus' mouth. "You KNOW I hate it when you keep secrets from me..." He suddenly yanks her exposed free arm toward him and pushes the lit cigarette against the skin, earning a rather healthy shriek.

In less than 60 seconds, all hell had broken loose and the demon leaves behind a rather large splatter of blood for the maids to clean up. Shame too... It was such a beautiful carpet... Just another thing to replace he supposed. He relights earlier's slightly squished cigarette and gives the chain a flick before setting off on his search.

Oh they were so DEAD.

The fae starts shrinking his aura, hiding the telltale signs of the fact that he wasn't a demon. He sulks around the streetway, ignoring the fact that he was being followed by a certain incubus.

After a few minutes, Yves slides up behind the faerie, slinging an arm around his shoulder with a rather cheeky grin and feeling relaxed now that he had taken care of his earlier problem.

"So~ Where're we going? Oh and you have a nickname? Can't be screaming 'hey pixie' here, yeah? Think it might draw attention." He snickers and pinches his cheek. "Unwanted attention you know, is never fun if you're pulling a runner.

"I'm leaving and it's Niek." He spins on the incubus and sets a candle-sized flame on his finger, "Do that and I'll kill you." He sets off once more and, within a few steps, he suddenly cries out and falls to the ground while clutching his leg.

At first, Yves laughs, thinking that the cry of pain was some sort of ploy to go with the flame for some, more-than-likely abstract reason because you can never be too sure about faeries but the laugh soon dies out. He circles around the injured fae before dropping to a crouch with a mildly curious expression.

"So... What the s*** just happened? This mean you can't walk now or something? Kinda really sucks... For you anyway." He falls quiet, lost in a thought, before clearing his throat.

"Want some help?"

It takes the fae a few minutes to get back to focus in which he had completely missed everything that happened around him. The first thing he does is shout at the onlookers, 'f*** off' and 'take a picture why don't ya!' He growls and grabs onto Yves to stand.

"Shut up and walk incubus."

"My, my so bossy! " He shakes his head with a snort but starts walking, taking advantage of his position to snake an arm around Niek's waist.

"It's Yves, not incubus. Now where to Nieky-boy? Shameful thing if you don't have anywhere in mind!"

The fae hisses and digs his nails in the incubi's shoulder.

"Shut up. I'm the one who looks like a demon but you still have that collar on your neck. The only way to explain that is that you're my slave so start acting like one if you want to get out of here."

The incubus growls right back and drops his voice to a whisper.

"Get your f***ing nails out of my shoulder and I might even consider calling you master in front of all the other little demon boys and girls, but I'm not doing s*** for you, got it? "

He keeps muttering to himself and quickens the pace, probably just to give Niek a little hell for irritating him again. "You have no idea how much you f***ing owe me right now, pixie..."

Niek growls back, "You will if you want to get out of here." He takes his nails out of the male's shoulder and turns into a bar, for once glad that most demons were drunks.

"Come on incubus."

"It's Yves, you prick! At least I can get your f***ing nickname right!" He protests before entering the bar, obviously sulking. He does a quick scan of the occupants before heading off for a table in the very back, forgetting for a few precious seconds that Niek was suppose to lead being the pretend master and all...

Niek scowls, "Fine. To the front, Yves. We need information." He tightens his grip on the incubus and heads towards a group that was obviously drunk. The fae orders a drink as well and huffs.

" 'm looking for some information. My only other slave ran off and he seems to be trying to get back home. You know anything about the traitor that would do something like that?" He slides his fingers under the incubi's collar possessivily.

His upper-lip twitches from annoyance but he keeps himself from jerking away . Why that mother-f***ing-!

The incubus refocuses on the group as one of them bursts into laughter.

"Did you see the look on that parasite's face?! Aww...! Shomeone don't like having their collar touched?" He breaks off into yet another fit, clutching his drink with both hands and causing the liquid to slosh right out of the cup onto the table and his pants. Yves twitches a smile before responding oh-so-innocently.

"Excuse me for speaking but I do believe the restroom is over there."  The demon's face clouds up in anger as he jerks to a stand and cracks his knuckles.

"Hey new guy, lemme help you shut up that yappin' dog of yours." He slurs and gives a twisted grin. "Then I'll help ya find that other ungrateful punk and rip out his kneecaps for ya. Eh? Whaddya say?"

The fae jerks his hand from a comfortable position for Yves to as low as his arm would allow, "Shut your face up incubus or I'll give you back to the shop I bought you from. You can end up living on the streets as a nothing for all I care." Niek turns to the loudmouth demon and scowls.

"That would be a waste of money. No one would even want a slave that can't walk. Mangled and maimed isn't my style." At this the demon whom had been staring into his drink chuckles at the fae's last comment. Niek stiffens and watches the male.

"What are you laughing about?"

"Oh? I may just know where your fae is."

The fae scowls. "Who said it was fae?"

"Mmm... My bad. Just a hunch. Why haven't you hit your pet though? It's uncommon to see one so unruly that isn't taken to such matters."

Oh s***. Yves watches the fae from the corner of his eye, waiting for him to respond before stepping in for him. He flashes a rather seductive smile toward the crowd and drapes himself off of the other male.

"Beeeeecause~ Master has OTHER methods of punishment. Don't you Master?" The incubus leans in even closer to hiss a warning barely loud enough to call a whisper.

"Smooth move, d***head, someone's onto us. We gotta book it now!" To throw off any excess suspicion from the other two demon's, he laps at the shell of his ear before pulling away.

"Oh so he LIKES pain? How DO you punish him, newbie?"  Yves tenses slightly, double s***. He didn't think anyone would ask...