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His shoulders slumped a little.  “Yes, I am happy I get food at all,” he said, looking at him.  “All I’m saying is it’s just not the healthiest and someone like me has to worry about that.”  Thomas gestured to his skinny body.  “I’m supposed to stay in tip-top shape or appeal or whatever for you guys, right?”

“Touchy.” Z teased, smirking as he made a mental note to stick with The Warlock’s real name. “Oh yeah, ya special a’right.” Crazy fucking special. In an OCD, full of himself kind of way. “Special enough t’ buy me dinner b’fore ya fuck me. I mean, that takes real class.”

“This place really is an actual city, isn’t it?” he mused, more to himself than anyone else.  How an entire city could subsist on slavery was mind boggling.  It’d probably take him some time to figure out each tier of the hierarchy.  “Sounds good to me!” he said with a pleased smile.  “What’s your favorite place here at Crown Point?” he asked, making conversation, but also trying to learn a bit more about the other warlock.

“Yes, with a few extras.” he replied and smiled “I mean, we needed a safe haven for our kind, it had to be big and have enough to cater to everyone’s needs.” he tried to explain with a shrug “I hope the city managed to achieve that, but there’s now too many people to ask.” 

Gawen just gave the master a shrug.  So far, the only thing threatening about Afric had been his tone.  He could hear the seriousness in it, but right now, he just couldn’t see the man capable of something like that.  Not yet anyway.  “I will keep that in mind.”

“Everything?” he suggested, doubting it was possible.  “Anything with water or trees really.”  He’d been stuck staring at the concrete of the cell walls, trying to find the natural order of it without succeeding.  

Afric was more than capable of causing harm, he did it on a regular basis, but usually it was in battle, and never for the sake of it. Should Kaleb ever seem upset because of something someone else did, The Warlock would not hesitate to protect his property.

“Well maybe we could start with the coves, and as we walk back to my place take a detour through the park, but I’m afraid everything else will have to wait.” he said and smiled “But don’t worry Gawen, i’ll show you around if you want. Just not all at once.” That would be impossible.

He clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth a little.  “Sorry,” he said, trying to control how angry and mildly upset he was, as if he was to blame for being annoyed at his own circumstance.  Thomas crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall, keeping his eyes on the man.  “If it’s from the garbage we usually get, I don’t want it.”

Well, it was obvious the boy was forcing himself to be polite, but it was better than nothing, at least it showed he was trying. Though as he spoke about the garbage they got, Afric wondered why he bothered to be nice “It wasn’t going to be, but now I’m contemplating it.” 

Optimism was definitely something Gawen go stand behind.  “I’m glad you feel like you and Kaleb are the right fit,” he commented.  “He seems happy with you.  But… as his friend… I feel like I have to give you the whole ‘if you hurt him’ speech even though I can’t actually do anything except bad mouth you bit,” he said with faux seriousness.

“There are coves?” he asked.  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to the ocean.  Or even a lake for that matter.  “I’m up for that!”

“As his friend, that’s a nice thing to do, but you’re right, it’s a bit of an empty threat. However,” Afric smiled, about to give his own speech and he was half serious himself “As his master, if you hurt or betray him, I will happily rip out your spleen and feed it to him.” The Warlock laughed, but his threat wasn’t empty, he wasn’t going to tolerate anyone hurting the skinwalker now, master or slave. 

Kaleb was convinced he’d never get enough of sex now he’d tasted it, especially with how good it was with his master. He’d admit he was pretty content, something he never thought he’d be in this city, owned by someone who was supposed to hate him. 

The hybrid happily returned the kiss as soon as Afric pulled him into one, groaning against the warlock’s lips as they stepped under the water’s warm spray. When he felt Afric’s hands slide down to his ass, Kaleb moaned, pushing back into the touch. He didn’t care if he seemed eager, he was, and it was hard not to want the other with how good he made the leopard feel. 

The Warlock was addicted already to the skinwalker and the taste of him. He scent, his touch, it set his veins on fire and he grinned to the slave as he kissed him deeply, his tongue enjoying the sweet taste of the other. His fingers slid up the wet skin till he was tugging at Kaleb’s hips and rubbing their cock’s together.

“I believe you,” he said, quickly, shrinking back a little himself.  The room was only so big and Thomas would soon run out of places to go that wasn’t ‘out the door’.  “I’m sorry, but you just hurt me, and most people would react this way,” he tried.  Yeah, in his head, this guy was something of a villain - it seemed most people were to him, these days.  “No, you don’t have to do that.”

“So… things might change between you two?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.  Now a claim seemed like a rash decision on the master’s part.  “How often are claims rescinded?” he wondered not intending anything by it.  He was just curious.

“I don’t think there’s really anything to be proud about,” he hedged.  “Everyone has different personalities.  Different  upbringings.  Different reasons…”  Attitudes could easily be changed in one way or the other.  Gawen knew, if given the right circumstances, he’d likely exhibit as much attitude and irritation as the next slave.  It all depended on how people were treated.  “I’d be glad for a tour though.  I saw the city, but only briefly.  Through worry and a speeding car,” he admitted with a chuckle.

“Oh, no, i hope not, but I am aware it’s early days.” he replied and smiled to the other warlock “That won’t happen, well, i’m going to be optimistic and say it won’t. They happen more often than you think, but not when it’s the right fit.” And he personally felt as though he’d made the right choice with Kaleb.

Kaleb gave a purr that matched the sound that came from his leopard form at the nip to his neck and being called a good boy. He liked the feeling of being held, of Afric’s breathing, chest rising and falling against his back in a way that Kaleb could almost sync with. It was relaxing, comforting in a way the hybrid had never really felt before. 

When he felt the teasing strokes to his cock, Kaleb gasped softly, a small groan slipping from his lips. “Probably should clean up, but you won’t hear me complaining if you do.” Kaleb chuckled. He was reluctant to detangle himself from his master’s hold anytime soon so didn’t move until Afric did, content to remain as they were for as long as possible. 

Afric smiled at the way the Skinwalker felt, and he was pretty sure it was mutual. He grinned as Kaleb agreed they should clean up and he pulled himself free, feeling a little cold when he did. He didn’t go far, his hand slid in to Kalebs to pull him towards the bathroom.

“Not fair…!”  Gawen glared jokingly.  The man was obviously pleading the fifth.  It was frustrating, but also amusing.  He liked that Afric wasn’t going to through any of the other masters under the bus.  At least he had integrity.  “Kaleb’s happy.  Athena’s happy.  That’s definitely a decent first impression.  Still skeptical though.  They got lucky, after all.”

The witch shrugged his shoulders carelessly at Afric’s question.  “I just hadn’t thought there was much outside this complex before.  Now… there’s more to see.  More to hope for.  It kind of sucks when you’re trying to accept your place here.”

“Well I can’t speak for Athena, but Kaleb’s claim with me still feels so new. I’d like to think he will remain happy, but time will tell.” He wasn’t going to lie, nobody knew what the future held. Afric was pretty sure the skinwalker would stay happy and content in his new home. “So you’re right to be skeptical.” he admitted.

“Are you telling me there aren’t?” he asked, giving as good as he got.  It felt nice just to banter with someone here.  But Gawen doubted Afric knew just how much he appreciated the easy going humor.  “I don’t doubt that.  I’m just not sure if I feel the same right now.  The only claims I’ve seen have been your’s with Kaleb.  And Sammael’s with Athena.”

The witch gave the other a brief nod.  If Kaleb was alright with it, he was more than happy to take advantage.  The last good night’s sleep he’d had was almost five nights ago after all.  And even if that wasn’t an offering on the table right now, he wasn’t above asking for that little bit more.  “I’m assuming you live outside of this complex like Sammael did?” he asked, still wanting to know more about the place.

“I’m saying nothing.” Afric said with a smile, teasing the other warlock. “Then I hope you find a good claim if you decide that’s what you want!” he hoped the slave settled in enough to grow close to a master or mistress. “Hopefully we give a good impression.” he smiled.