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Satoshi broke the kiss. "You're perfect..." He whispered. "What's your name?" Satoshi had every intention of making this one his.

Satoshi grinned ferally. "My name is Satoshi...but from now on, you'll call me 'master'. Understand, Haruhi?" He took the boy's hand and helped him stand. He wanted to get a gem on this boy.

As the lid was secured and his back settled agianst the headboard of the bed, an arm wound around his slave's waist once Kuraku made his way closer. Fingers took to stroking along the soft skin that stretched over the other's back, other cool fingers gliding up along the side of his neck and cheeks before catching the incubus' lips with his own in a soft and fairly tender kiss. Troya wasn't entirely 'kind' per say, in fact he didn't view it as kindness, it fell under one larger umbrella of devotion. He would be devoted to his slave as long as his slave was devoted towards him, and as such, resolved that punishments were on equal line with rewards.

Afte a moment of allowing the kiss to linger, he allowed those fingers to comb through his slave's soft hair, "now tell me Kuraku, if you were the fairy in the bottle; how long before you would learn your lesson?"

As he waited for a response from his slave, lingering in the silence that soothed the room for the moment, fingers traveled over the soft skin of Kuraku's body. Trailing an invisibly cool path that lead down the incubus' spine towards the small of his back and over his backside; subtly slipping just in the gap between both cheeks.
"And do you feel that our univited fairy has learnt his lesson?"

Satoshi smiled kindly and wrapped his arm around the boy's waist. "Yes, I think I will...I like you, Haruhi." He leaned down and planted a kiss on the boy's lips before leading him into the main office. He pulled a small black box out of a drawer and looked over at Haruhi with lust-filled eyes and triumph. He walked over to him and kissed him passionately to distract him, then, once he was sufficiently convinced that the boy was distracted, he pricked the boy's collarbone with his sharp nail, drawing a bead of blood. He then pressed a gem the color of the boy's eyes to the blood, letting it stick.

Tempest reached down with one hand and wiped the tear from Daemons' cheek, then lifted it to his lips to taste it, savoring it with a smile. "Don't ever stop feeling, kitty. I love that. It's as good as squirming in pain." He pushed the panther's head down to the floor slowly. "Let me show you the position I like. Keep your shoulders and arms on the ground, hands back by your ankles. Get that a** up in the air. When I tell you to assume the position, it doesn't matter where we are or what you're doing, you stop and get your a** up and ready, got it?"

Allegro, for one reason or another had spent the last few days in his room; he didn't want to come out and he didn't see much of a reason to either. Roaming the mansion didn't help much, and there were other rentboys and slaves to keep the clients more than satisfied which was a lot more than Allegro could do. For the first time in quite a while, he was just feeling in a bit of a slump; but that was ok, everyone was allowed their off days. His just managed to stretch on for a few days.

He lay on his bed pressed against the soft sheets, wearing just a pair of shorts and really nothing more; face buried in one of his pillows, exposing the skin on his back and those two mismatched wings. Eventually he'd get over it, he didn't even know what he was in a slump about; a few more days and he'd be fine.