Self Proclaimed Price

Euan was growing far too impatient to be able to keep this up for much longer. It tok all he had to keep quiet and only roll his eyes to prevent himself from prolonging this any longer, even if he was able to distract himself by reciprocating Nate’s kiss. The hair stroking was a nice touch, but even then Euan’s focus was on seeing what was beneath that zipper. With Nate’s admission that he was Euan’s, the singer finally cracked a smile and slid his hand down ‘King’s pants and underwear to feel his length skin-to-skin. “I take it I’m still calling you King?” he whispered starting to tub his palm along the warm member trying to make it harden and return some of the torture that Nate had given him.

The hand coming into contact with flesh was entirely distracting, and Nate had to breath through his nose, stopping himself from moaning just yet. He knew Euan was trying to get some sort of revenge, and he’d let him believe it wasn’t effecting him in the slightest, even if his dick was becoming hard from the touch. “King, Prince, plaything... I’m going to go by any of those and I might tell you my name later, so you could find me again.” ‘might’ being the operative word, because he was sure he wanted Euan running after him like some love-sick puppy if he could. A challenge was always fun for both sides, after all. “You realise it’s yours for now, right? I made a deal.” He licked across Euan’s lips, giving a soft nip with a smirk on his face, hands running down his neck. “So come on. Have me.”

“Is that so?” Mason raised his eyebrow, stepping a little closer to the other client. “Explain to me exactly how you’d do that,” he said, narrowing his eyes as he glared down at the smaller male.

It appeared intimidation wasn’t going to work on either side, but Nate had never backed down until it was too late. “By ruining everything you hold dear.”

Who: Francis & Nate What: Valentine’s Day Masquerade When: February 14th 2086 Where: Diran’s Opera Hall

Mason was definitely irritated too, and he made absolutely no effort to hide it as he crossed his arms over his chest and clenched his jaw. “A word of advice? You do not want me as an enemy. Keep your dick out of my asset.”

This guy clearly hadn’t listened to Nate’s warning, so why should he listen to Mason’s? “I’m rather sure I could deal with you if you became one.” 

“I ain’t owing your bitch ass shit. You can suck my dick if you think i’m giving you an I.O.U damn devil.” He grit his teeth. 

“You realise you went from rather charming to annoyingly rude prick in, well... I timed that as a minute.” Nate pretended to look at his wallet as if it meant something.

“Not since high school.” He hummed in thought. “Flattery…well see now that’s gonna be kind of hard because you’re not really my type and I don’t wanna be held accountable for calling you cute or anything later.”

Well... that was a little insulting. Nate’s face expressed it for a second, giving the blonde a raised eyebrow before shaking it off. “Good thing I know I’m not one of those sensitive types.” He mused, clearly not altogether too phased. “I suppose it’s an I.O.U then, which, by the way, is like owing the devil~”

Annoyance once again becoming desperation, Euan made no attempt to hide his impatience. He smiled cockily once Nate’s face was only inches from his own, his hand still playing with the other man’s crotch while the other went up to begin tugging at the zip as gently as he could. “Most people give into me because I’m hot. But you…please. Please please please, King. I need you.” Euan purred brown eyes fixed on ‘King’s blue and doing his best to look as submissive as he could. Now that there was apparently no going back, Euan was starting to like this challenge, although he would probably never admit it.

There it was. That beautiful sound of someone wanting you so fully that Nate’s ego was given the stroke it wanted. He smirked, peppering light kisses along Euan’s jaw. “You are hot, but I bet your interest never lasts?” He asked, almost knowingly. Euan was far too interesting to let go of right now, and there was far more of a challenge. “You’ll not forget me that easily.” Nate whispered, finally kissing the other male properly, passionately, hand stroking into his hair to keep him close. “Deals a deal. I’m entirely yours.”

Niko laughed, “Sorry. Could I have a whiskey and whatever you want.” He smiled and handed the bar tender some cash. “I don’t think we’ve met, have we?”

“Whisky it is.” Nate took up the expensive bottle he assumed Niko would want (why drink cheap shit if nice stuff was there?) and poured them both a glass, smirking as he handed back the change. “I think I’d remember a face like yours.” He winked. “People have got into the habit of calling me Nate, and yourself?”

“As long as that’s all you offered,” Mason said quickly, not missing a beat as he kept his eyes on Nate. “If there is one thing you should know about me, Nathaniel, it’s that I am a very jealous person.”

This had turned a strange corner, and Nate allowed himself to look irritated more than usual. “And if it wasn’t?” He asked, clearly not all that frightened. “If there’s something you should know about me, Mason... I don’t take threats or orders well.”

Euan couldn’t resist it now that he and Nate had practically solidified their plans. With an arrogant snort, he shook his head and tutted. “Someone’s not been listening. I said I came back to the States before I could get an Oxford boy,” Thankfully, the elevator had reaches this floor before either could continue the debate and Euan was leading ‘King’ back to his apartment. But of course, Nate would forget about his Oxford experiences but not his grovelling. Rolling his eyes, the singer did as his told and got down to his knees, Nate’s confession that he wanted to kiss him giving him the edge that he so desperately needed at this point. “Please, King, let me play with the crown jewels?” Euan drawled blandly, his eyes turned up to look at the staff member towering over him with his lips also turned up in a wicked smile. He couldn’t resist it, already being on his knees, and let one hand reach up to palm over Nate’s crotch.

Okay, so maybe he hadn’t listened - but he was rather sure there was no point now they were inside the damn apartment. “I must have been distracted by your pretty face.” It was a backhanded compliment, of sorts, admitting his bad listening skills but giving him a good reason. He was about to open his mouth again when Euan dropped to the floor, and Nate’s eyes followed him with a smirk, cocking his head to the side. “You sound so convincing.” He sighed, smiling, but gave a little sound when he was palmed over his jeans. “I’m surprised people ever gave in to you with that attitude~” He purred, hand cupping Euan’s chin softly as he leaned down to ghost a kiss across his lips. “Come on, just one, serious little plead and I’m all yours. Entirely~” It seemed like a fair exchange to him at least.

Alfie chuckled softly and nodded a bit, “I’ve learned that even if you’ve been getting drunk a long time, you never really know what you’re going to do.” He looked up at the other and shook his head quickly. “You don’t have to owe me anything, swear. The next time there’s an opportunity for you to be a helpful person for someone do it. What goes around, comes around. I was just passing on the good vibes.”

Being nice to someone in need? Damn, he should have just been left to passout like an idiot. “I’m not all that brilliant at being a helpful person... don’t really think it’s ever been in my nature.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly a bit stiff from however he had been sleeping. “I suppose I’ll try, but, you know, if there’s something I can do instead, let me know.”

He chuckled lightly. “Okay maybe it is, but i’m new at this whole losing thing.” Brutus kept the smile on his face. “Maybe. Do I owe the winner anything?”

“I’m sure you’ve lost before?” Nate asked, somewhat suspicious, but he was more curious than anything. A man who didn’t lose? No such thing. “Oh I’m sure you could owe the winner a great deal, actually, but he likes I.O.Us and flattery, so that’s a good place to start.”

The asset couldn’t help a slightly amused look when Nate said working at the bar was underneath him, humming softly.  “I worked at a bar for a while before they brought me here.  Some interesting stuff happens.”  Hell, he’d had to break up a fight or two.  “Might have to come visit if you’re working there.”  The asset teased with a quick, playful smile.

“Before here I never worked a day in my life, so maybe I could use some pointers?” Nate wasn’t sure why he was making excuses to see Calix, but he assumed that’s what friends did, right? “Interesting? Maybe outside of an island but everyone seems so agreeable here.” He sighed, actually somewhat glad there had been no fights, being a coward, but he wasn’t about to say that. “Maybe? If you don’t visit I’m going to be highly insulted.”