Jin-Hao Nguyen

Just from watching him, Gotrik was very much a control entity. Dwelling in and out of circumstances by his way or no way. It was interesting watching him go through so many adverse reactions. He simply grinned. Wasn’t his intention but it was fun watching it. His eyes rolled quite a bit as his tongue lashed across his lips as he studied as much of his nude body as possible before the image was removed from sight. “You wouldn’t have which is a point to be made.” Jin sat back, leaning against the table. There was no need to question Jin. He prides himself on free will but if Gotrik wanted to test his measures, Jin would be happy to oblige a request. “I would comment on how delicious you’d look naked but then I’d be afraid of molesting you.” He rolled his eyes again. “I’m not trying to seduce you. That’s boring. I would’ve shown a nipple or a dimple above my ass cheek or something. That’s boring, as well. What I’m trying to do is see what the fuss is about Gotrik and what he genuinely offers. I’m trying to see if I should beg for a consistent fuck buddy.” he popped the first button of his own shirt and let the figurative steam escape. “Am I annoying you?” He laughed at his question. “Clearly you’ve got aggression you need to get out and you can’t let it go completely. And I’ve got a want for a great, rough fuck.”

Jin wagged his finger before the master’s face. “You don’t have this figured out.” Jin held out his palm and in a matter of moments, it was filled with purged and repressed expressions all extracted in a single act. “I don’t want anything. Before today, I didn’t care much about your ins-and-outs. I still have little concern. But when it comes to you killing him, go ahead. You’ll be the one with one less warrior to protect you when your very friend turns his back on you.” He kept the names and identities of all those Gotrik trusted for him to think. He accepted the shirt and placed it on the table. Jin rolled his eyes, completely unenthused by Gotrik’s progression. “I think you need to be quiet and listen to what the fuck is being said. No wonder Quint isn’t clinging to your boot.” Jin crossed his arms. “You heard absolutely nothing and all you can think about is the fact that you aren’t in control of the situation and whether you want to admit it or not, you came here hoping that I gave you what you seek. I know how to deal with my issues. And in a blink of an eye, I could have the dominant Gotrik eating out of my palm. Amongst other things.” He smirked. “I obviously no longer want to talk about Quint. I wanted to build interest in you and help you. But you’re far too arrogant to see that.” Jin stepped closer, his fingers drifting down his bare chest and let them circle a nipple until the flesh was ripened for him to tug. “I am here rationally. You are not. Stop talking about Quint and ask yourself, what can Jin Hao do for you? Hmm. I bet you get girthier when angrier.” He grinned. His fingers eventually worked down his muscles, stroking every single one. “Maybe you’d like someone who’s more adept in black arts?” He took his belt, hoping his pants were only secured by it. 

Jin smirked, drawing delicate strokes as if he were tracing Ardito’s face with the fibers of a paintbrush. “Mmm. Where’s the fun in not having my...company...bound and at my disposal. What if you are already bound and don’t even know it.” Jin grinned as he let fingers glide through his hand and a gentle tug pulled his head back. He exposed his neck and his Adam's apple and Jin let his succulent lips nips, sucking on the nodule. “I think the more you detest, the more I want to do it.” He moaned sweetly, letting his fingers roam his body in every direction his mindless digits wanted to explore. 

“It’s only a situation because you allow it to be? And you don’t see the problem?” Jin held the cup very customary and he closed his lips, saying plea of thanks before placing it upon the table. “Do what you must. But the mistake will come when you realize that you’ve completed failed at every attempt. You hear me but are you actually listening?” Jin fixed his hair. “What benefits me would be for the claim to dissolve and seeing as that isn’t happening, what do I get out of it besides some skewed feelings that I’ve never experienced in my life? It’s torture, to be honest, and I don’t know how anyone handles anything beyond rage and elation.” Jin placed himself before the escape route Gotrik was planning. “We aren’t done. Do not consider an exit strategy just yet..” He slipped his fingers along the man’s collar. A touch or two. He fixed it properly. “I will do what an as I please.” Like a black widow, he weaved his web, waiting to devour Gotrik at the right moment. “Consider this my formal decline. How many times will you allow yourself to end up seeking resolution with him only to find yourself failing? Just as much as he could learn from you, he doesn’t trust you enough for a breakthrough. I am his values of security and service while you feed his rage and anger. Isolated, these aren’t very beneficial for him. He’ll figure a way to break out of your binds. Think how much easier it will be to no longer need them.” With the blink of an eye, Every single button in Gotrik’s shirt was in his palm and he bared the man’s body. 

He met Quint halfway, letting his sweet whispers fill the void and express every ounce of measured want. He smiled when their lips met but he was quick to pulled the massive male’s head back in his direction. Certain if Quinton wanted a kiss, he could have one and more. He kept his head turned as he kissed him deeper, rougher even and that was to feed the beast inside of him. His finger traced a circle just at the soft flesh of his hip as he licked the man’s lips. “Have you fed into your anger or rage to control it?” 

Jin was now behind him. His fingers rolled up his beautiful back, marked by his life experiences and hair. His skin was radiating with heat and it was something he could never quite forget of the beast. “Remember this place for this will always reside in you. This place is not your home. It is what makes you.” He let his lips kiss the arch of his neck before letting his fingers claw across his strong belly. His muscles explored as he placed their bodies together. His nails stroked up his bare thighs and barely caressed his cock. “The will make you do things that you will not want to. Find it in you calm the beast and strike when you have seen their weakness.” Jin nipped, bitting the thick of his shoulder. “A warrior’s heart.” He caressed his chest. “And a Hellhound’s rage. Never forget yourself.” He hummed lightly. “This place is beautiful. I wish to take you some time but it may never happen. I will simply bring you here.”

“Shall we ask all those who perished from the simple wisk and will of curiosity what exactly happened to them? The sailor who drowned from a siren’s lure or the man who died because a leprechaun told him of a fortune under an oak tree.” Jin let his fingers lightly massage into the vampire’s jaw before his feline feature wandered over him like a raven. “And I’d be able to decipher a lie before you even spoke fallacy.” Jin’s languid tongue surfed over his pink lips as he purred softly. “I did, shamelessly. Maybe I should play with you like one.Tie your hands above your head. And milk you dry.” He grinned. “But I’m not so unforgiving and I’m curious. Save the sass for someone else. I simply wanted a name.” He grinned drawing his bottom lip between his own as he kissed the man. He was merciless in his approach. “Ardito mean’s bold and it’s quite true.” 

“Maybe you misunderstand. If you want to continue to have positive improvements with your dynamic with him, I suggest you start by halting your threats.” Gotrik only got a taste of what Jin could do in just a small space. Imagine time. “And his punishment should’ve been served. He understands that I do not tolerate his unjust rage as he’s certain that he should adapt. However,” He let his fingers waver through the air. Hounds do not mark those they are building a repertoire and alliance. Call Quint whatever you need to feel in control of him but learn what he is before you get so piss ready.” He was clearly displeased with the scent, still. “You can attempt to dangle Quint before my face but it’ll surely backfire.” He grinned, deviously. “You are handsome but stubborn. It’s quite clear the proper words aren’t flowing from your lips. You may have the legal proof that you own him but can you sit here and confidently tell me that you feel it as much as you believe it. You’re not here to offer me an opportunity, you’re here to try and take control of a situation that you don’t have a hand on.” Jin decided to stand, drawing close. “Dominant. Possessive. Nothing unusual.” Jin’s eyes roamed down to his crotch. “Confident, to boot. You may not want it but you certainly need my help. Make me an offer. We can call it an opportunity. But my grounds still stand. Quint is not a pawn in this deal. I don’t want your soul nor your life essence. That’s boring and for the weak.”

Jin caressed the beast’s neck. Fingers clawing until they reached his beautiful broad back and he’d grip him as tight as he could without causing him pain or discomfort. He nipped at his neck. “Then take me there. Close your eyes and let lead me.” By the will of illusion, he easily allowed Quint to dispell the waterhole, though they’d certainly still wet. That much was true. He went to great lengths to purify this man-made waterhole to keep the idea real. 

“Of all things, Quint, explain the term home.” As it were, that could’ve been skewed especially with the span of meanings. Home could’ve been to his suite or even outside of Krovs. But home for him was Hell and that was no place he wanted to go. He rubbed the back of his head, clearly kneading the beast’s need for touch. The two men were drastically different by observation and Jin nurtured the warrior’s heart. He stroked along his spine, triggering a moment to escape into relaxation. “It’s far more complicated than just a mere desire, Quint. I can not say that you are mine, legally. Unlike Hell, I can not simply take you.” 

Jin moaned in thought, letting the ideas swim about as he soaked the beast’s skin in tenderness and tending as if he were shining a dagger or a gem. He acknowledged his arguing with a gentle glare before tapping him under his chin. “I understand. More than you know. And you aren’t. Never. It is not a title that you deserve.” He dipped the sponge and let the waterfall cast over his head. “Then you tell me. What do you want as a title?” 

He hadn’t seen this one before. Hell, he didn’t move about the castle much recently. He wasn’t in the mood to entertain. This one was bold. Brave even. He forged forward to face the unknown. He was obedient to the point of claiming a prize but he was diligent and devoted. Interesting. Jin was slow to welcome his presence but he did not ruin the illusion. Jin grinned upon his company before meeting him halfway. “Curious is not always a good thing. Not when it comes to a demonblood. And it is not always good to leap into the unseen.” He let a finger drift under his chin, luring him closer. “Give me a name. One you were given and not this shit they try to teach you in here. I want to know of your origins.” 

“Reality is fickle. And from the looks of it, yours is a bit challenged.” Jin was curious but not in the cooperative sense. Of all this time and all the damage done, Gotrik wanted a redo. And while Quint was a topic of discussion, Jin didn’t feel so forgiving. The beast was special, that was clear. He’d witness him go through so many transitions in this castle and change so many claims, Jin was sick of watching them tarnish the man. “We are both clear that you’ve claimed him. No need to continue to remind me. I don’t need to be.” Perhaps they didn’t see the value of a Hellhound. “So,” Jin paused. He manifests a jade teapot and poured himself a cup of tea. It was real. And the slight hint of blood filled his nostrils. It made it go down easier. “You’ve come to me...asking me for help...with stipulations.” He wagged his finger before sipping. “Doesn’t work that way, Gotrik.” He gave a sharp glance as he drank of the herbal blend. “Help me understand...” Jin gestured toward the seat with his cup. “Why should I help you when I clearly remember that horrid stench of urine. Piss, mind you. As if it was a badge of honor. You mocked him. You tried to break him instead of earning his trust. Warriors don’t deserve that. Not to his caliber. And maybe you don’t deserve to harness his might. He shouldn’t be seen as your lapdog, either. Save that for the weaker ones.” Jin continued. “Maybe you don’t see his potential. After all, you’ve walked mostly on Earth, correct?” Jin could still remember scrubbing it. “I watched him become weak. Frail, even. It wasn’t pretty, was it?” He drank again. “I am a son of a demon. I don’t make free deals. Make me an offer that doesn’t concern Quint and would be useful.” 

“No more working on it.” Jin spoke softly as he looked up at face. His fingers danced across his shoulder blades and down the midline of his back and swept them back up. He dripped the sponge and soaked as much water as he could and began to squeeze, letting the water cast down his body. “Put it to motion.” He ran the tip of it down his nose. “Strength does not root in the fists, Quint.” Fingers; and sponge, scrubbed through his hair.

Jin was silent, moving as freely as the waterfall. His offer was declined and the demon found himself feeling particularly unpleasant. Just couldn’t continue suspension and illusive casting so vibrant. It was evident as the world around them didn’t seem as brilliant. Upon sight, he was looking at him with one eye that was soon retracing to the path before him. The blink of the eye dissolved the entire illusion and they were sitting under an old oak tree. He sighed deeply, letting the drape of his silk, sleek changshan consuming his ivory slacks beneath. His hair was neatly tucked back into a bun. “Figures.” Jin placed both hands, palm side down within his lap. He narrowed his eyes as his crossed leg began to tick at the ankle. “Can’t allow yourself to feel out of control. Interesting.” He narrowed his eyes as he gestured to the chair opposite him. It was still a comfortable distance, as underwhelming as it were. “What do you want to know and why? Other than him being a claim, of course.”