Jasper Xerxes

Now, this was more like it. Not being locked inside a cage in itself was enough to boost the half-witch’s mood, but to be able to get out his frustrations through training with others made it all the better. He’d been fighting for most of his life and this seemed to be the perfect opportunity to show off a little.

“I don’t have time for a disobedient pet. I’ll tell you once more to rise to your fucking feet before I break them.” he said with a scowl looking at the pet. He was in no mood for games that weren’t his own. “I have the great burden of command you insipid little shit.” 

Barris had come back from a trip away, quelling those within his lands who thought they could usurp his crystalline throne. Unfortunately for them, his temper was a raging fury that only ended with their deaths. 

“You. Stand.” he said with a smile looking at the pet with a contemptuous glance. “What do you do? Fight? Obey? Or are you just another pretty bauble to stare at?” 

“Then you’re both not nearly as witty as you think, and delusional.” Jake said sharply, “Because I have no interest in taking anything from other pets. I might be a lot of things but I’m not a thief. Not from us.” Would he steal from the elite? Sure, he might but not the ones behind the bars with him. “So fuck off.”

He wasn’t wrong, though Jasper would never have been one to admit that. “Not even something valuable?” Jasper questioned, stepping right up against the other pet and glaring at him. “You gotta twin or something that I saw taking that necklace, then?” He was so sure of himself but he had just the slightest thought in the back of his mind that something wasn’t quite right. Yet he’d already acted on it and he doubted he could back down now. Not with everyone watching.

He hissed as he was shoved, the pain in his ribs shooting throughout his body. The bruising was obvious to anyone who looked, almost black in some places - and even though he’d sought out the pain he hoped now that his healing would help him soon. The half-wolf rose up from the ground, a little slower than usual. Gritting his teeth, he growled through them at the other, “Really? You think I stole your stuff?” 

“I know you stole it, you little bitch.” Jasper stood over him as he stood, his eyes locked on Jake’s with a fierce expression. He didn’t care how much he hurt him, just that he got what he wanted. “I fucking saw you take it.” Or at least, he thought he did. But he’d replayed it so many times in his head that he’d ended up convincing himself it was true. All it had taken was the one little suggestion that he’d let pick up steam until he was blowing up.

“denying you that quickly, si.” enzo turned to look fully at this pet, pressing his lips together tightly. he could smell and feel the magic coursing through the other - it was very faint but it was there. “it depends, if they’re good mannered then they get kindness in return.” it was true, if they were completely fighting him like some chose to do then he didn’t lose his temper and tried to work with them. his father would have his head if he saw him. “what do you want? food? comfort items? books?” everyone was wanting something. and he couldn’t spoil all of the slaves, he needed to put an end to that soon. 

“i can be good-mannered,” jasper lied, trying his best to look absolutely innocent and probably failing miserably. there was a limit to his capacity for lying. not that he was the type to fight back a lot, but he did tend to make things more difficult than they needed to be.

Getting some bruises from Jasper did sound like a good idea and Sebastian couldn’t help but smile as he pushed himself off the wall. “I might just take you up on that.” He cooed before walking down the hallway slowly with Jasper at his side. “Nah, I don’t mind them. None of them hurt to much. I am just pale, bruise like a peach.” He promised poking at a dark mark on one of his arms. It was true, none of them were really hurt full but just looked bad. “Me too. This place smells like either blood or piss almost all the time.” He grumbled looking at Jasper.”How long have you been stuck here then?”

“Any time you like,” was Jasper’s only response, though he had to will his cock to settle down from the thoughts that filled his mind. He glanced over at Sebastian as they made their way down the hall, keeping an eye out for anyone that might try to make their lives more difficult. “I bet you just like showing them off like sexy battle scars,” he teased, reaching over and prodding at one of the marks on Sebastian’s skin. “Smells better than where I used to live at least.” He offered up a shrug. So far, he’d been rather impressed with the place overall. But of course, he hadn’t been there long at all. “Uh, maybe a week? I got here like right before the big party outside.”

enzo knew his father would not be happy to learn that he was coddling all of the pets around aeternum, and it wasn’t that he wanted to but he couldn’t help it with some of them. gabriel had been his pet growing up and he hadn’t even known it until he lost him and grew older. now that he was slightly older, but young, he could go out on his own. though the more he stayed in the tower the more annoyed he got with some of their attitudes - even when he was attempting to be nice. “i’m not in the mood, chico.” enzo said with sigh. “if you really must bother me, do it quickly.”

Laughing as Jasper just went along with his joke, Sebastian leaned back against the closest wall. He was pretty happy to have someone that wasn’t just going to lecture him about the dangers of this place. How he could actually get himself hurt and all that shit. He’d heard it a million times before. Sebastian just could not stop himself once he started to fight someone. “Don’t have many of the fun bruises.” He admitted. “A couple but not many. It’s a tragedy really. Crime against me.” Sebastian pointed out with a bit of a laugh on his voice. A smile cocked on to his lips, and Sebastian leaned his head back a bit against the wall. His shoulders relaxing some. “Yeah? Its nice to talk to someone who doesn’t just jump down my throat for not taking shit.” He offered back. “You wanna see if we can get outside?” He asked nodding up the hallway. 

“Well, maybe I can help you out with that later,” Jasper answered, biting his lip as sexily as he could manage at the moment. He definitely wouldn’t mind leaving some marks on Sebastian’s skin but after what he’d just seen the boy do to an elite, he felt like he shouldn’t be too forward with him just yet. “And I might be able to help with the other bruises, too. I know a few healing spells.” He smiled some more, feeling comfortable rather quickly around Sebastian. “Sounds like a pretty good idea to me. I could use some fresh air.”

Humming softly, Sebastian nodded his head. “Yeah, no, Fuck is actually a family name. Technically, I am fuck face the third but thats just details.” He waved a hand around a bit before leaning back as well. He liked the relaxed nature this guy had about him. It was a nice change from the vibrant fear that ran through a lot of pets here. Either that or the need for a attention. This one was relaxed and Sebastian feed off that. “Oh, bitch does have a nice ring too it.” He teased before smiling softly. “I’m fine. Little bruised. Who isn’t in this place?” He admitted before shrugging. He wasn’t too bent up about it. After all, he’d been here long enough to know almost every pet was at least a little banged up. The good ones and the bad ones. 

“The third?” Jasper asked, sounding thoroughly impressed. “Well, I didn’t realize Fuck Face was such an important name.” He chuckled and leaned against the wall as his eyes unabashedly looked the other boy over from head to toe. He was pretty and his attitude only made him that much more attractive to Jasper. More of the people there needed to take control like Sebastian had. “That’s very true,” Jasper agreed. “But some bruises are more fun than others, don’t you think?” He smirked a little and stood back up straight. “I’m glad I ran into you, Courage. It’s good to see someone else who doesn’t take any shit.”

Waving the Elite off, Sebastian flipped him the finger when he finally looked back one more time. Standing back, he leaned against the wall. Closed his eyes and pushed his palms into them. He wasn’t upset. He needed a fucking smoke is what he needed. It had been months without one and Sebastian was still dying to have a cigarette between his teeth and smoke cramping in on his lungs. It was almost painful to think about and when someone spoke, he was happy for the distraction. 

Opening his eyes, Sebastian’s eyes flicked over the other male. He cocked a smile on his face, dropped his hands at his sides. “Oh I have a choice in everything.” He corrected Jasper in a slightly harsh tone. But Sebastian didn’t let anyone push anything on him. Most of the time it only made him dig his heels into the ground harder and resist more. He was feeling good having managed to fight that elite off, though, so he gave the guy a second chance. “Fuck face. At least thats what most people call me. Other call me Sebastian. S’up to you really.” 

“Fuck face, huh? That’s got a nice ring to it,” Jasper answered with a chuckle. “I think I’m just gonna call you Courage. Though I’m not sure how far bravery like that’s gonna get you in the long run.” It wasn’t like he had any room to talk; he’d already been reprimanded a few times and hadn’t even been in the Tower a week. “I’m Jasper. Some people call me bitch, though. Nicknames are nice to have.” He leaned against the wall next to his new friend (in his mind, anyway) and cocked his head. “You alright, though? That guy hurt you?”

If there was a physical line that separated bravery from stupidity than Sebastian walked it day. Walked it, danced across it, had one foot placed on each side firmly. He lacked the self preservation that often kicked in when faced with danger. For example, with one was faced with a hungry lion, one would probably run for the hills. Sebastian was far more likely to rush the lion. Just to prove he wasn’t afraid. In away he was rushing the lion right now. Or, at the very least standing his ground. Staring the lion right in the face. Looking down its throat in the belly he’d probably end up dead in. It was only a matter of time. His dark brown eyes were set up on the Elite’s face. He didn’t know if the guy was a guard or just around a lot but he’d seen him before. Been in trouble before. His back was pressed up against the wall. 

HIs hands gripped the front of the Elite’s shirt. 

“You must be stupid.” Sebastian smiled. “Are you just stupid?” He asked raising an eye brow. “I’ll repeat myself again for you.” He offered. “I’ll speak slowly so you can keep up. I am not going anywhere with you.” Sebastian’s hands tightened and then he pushed against the guards chest. He didn’t move much but Sebastian kept glaring him down. “Fuck off.”  He hissed his smile finally dropping as he stared the other man down. Maybe he wouldn’t end up in the belly of some beast but a bloody mess on the floor. Either way he wasn’t doing dick shit for this guy.

Until he’d turned the corner and seen what was happening, Jasper had assumed that an elite had been saying those words to one of the other pets.But he was pleasantly surprised that the opposite was true. He stood back and watched for a few moments as the other pet stared down the elite, apparently making him decide that he wasn’t worth the trouble to rent. It probably wouldn’t be good for him later when the man spoke to the people in charge, but Jasper was thoroughly impressed.

He didn’t move that much with the beat but he wasn’t pulling away either, chuckling at the tease. “Oh pet, the eyes are lovely too. A wonderful package.” Evander reached to trace one of said cheekbones with a low hum. “I think you know it, too.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Sir,” the pet answered, feigning innocence and doing a very poor job of it considering he was literally grinding his body against the man’s. He tilted his head against the touch instinctively, tongue flicking along his lip.  “But speaking of packages...”

“PERHAPS A COLLAR MIGHT SUIT YOU better,” august commented with a small grin. for what it was worth, though, he thought it amusing that the pet thought he had asked for the sake of him. “the ring seems more subtle,” he said. “what’s your name, pet?” he turned his attention to the bold slave, finding his eccentric personality to be a refreshing change.

Fritjof didn’t even get a chance to respond to the pet but he already saw the young man reaching for his cup, taking a generous swig from it. Usually, this would have annoyed the master, but with his original promise to have “fun” and the alcohol in his system, he was mildly impressed by the pet’s boldness or stupidity. Regardless, he wasn’t just looks, he actually had some substance to him, unlike other pets who were lifeless husks of boringness. “I do too, especially when they are frantically doing all they can to escape this curse.” As the night progressed, Fritjof stopped caring of the obligation of getting some pets blood, especially when they’re all milking masters in exchange. No, the Kit would much rather enjoy the night and deal with the consequences later, besides, what can a curse do to him that he hasn’t gone through already. The master closed his eyes and took a swig from his goblet, and soon he felt a weight on his lap, gently pushing him back, and of course, he followed the lead. “Whatever you like~ Maybe you should take whatever you want, then.”

Jasper had no idea how lucky he was that today was a particularly good evening for him to be so belligerent. It certainly wouldn’t take long in the future for him to realize he ought to tone it down but he remained oblivious to the cultural expectations for at least one more night. “And I suppose you’ve already escaped the curse for now then? If you’re out relaxing on the lawn like this, you must not be too worried anymore.” He let his hands roam the elite’s chest, keeping his eyes focused on the man as he pushed him gently back. “I’m not sure what looks tastier,” he said with a smirk, reaching over to grab a small piece of fruit and popping it into his mouth. His finger then reached up and traced along the man’s lower lip, trying to tease him some more.