Though now that he knows what's coming, he can't help but pay extra attention to his surroundings on his way home. It's a quiet evening, all told, the lonely street causing his footfalls to echo slightly in his own ears.
Maybe he'll catch sight of him, before he shows himself. Not that he'll act any less surprised, of course. ]
[ Jacob knows that the smart place to grab Anduin would be somewhere between Haven and the Elevators, somewhere dark, somewhere that isn't patrolled by SIN Guards that won't take kindly to a Submissive "attacking" a Dominant.
But the Down is still busy. Especially those main routes between Haven and the only way to the Up. And the Up... well, its just not the right spot.
Besides, he's rather enjoying following Anduin, keeping above and behind, making sure he's not losing hi touch when it comes to following someone undetected.
But soon they're going to run out of city. Or at least densely packed buildings. Tracking Anduin the way he has been will be harder and harder the closer the other gets to home.
Which is when Jacob decides to make his move. Silent and quick, he drops down from the low roof of one suburban house into the shrubs, keeping low as gains on the tall, handsome blond and grabs him, hand over his mouth, other arm wrapping around him, pinning the priest's arms if he can.]
What have we here? A pretty Dominant out all alone?
[ For as long as he can remember, Anduin's life has been long stretches of tension, waiting for something to break. The inevitability of chaos upending order, war shattering peace. Much as he hates what follows there is a sense of something close to relief when the other shoe finally drops.
As he gets closer and closer to home, he wonders if Jacob is coming at all, if maybe something has delayed him. The tension threads tighter as he hears nothing, sees nothing, imagination left to play with the possibilities and then-- ]
!
[ That warm hand claps over his mouth, the familiar feeling of Jacob's arm winds around him, and for a split-second? He relaxes entirely, the tension bleeding out of his frame.
There, at last.
Only then does he start to twist in his grip, making a noise of ardent protest against the weight of his palm, before attempting to bite the edge. ]
[Jacob feels the movement, the way Anduin's head turns, the opening of his mouth, feels the intake of breath against his palm and he likes it. He shouldn't, but he does. He likes the rough games, the edge of pain, the rush of adrenaline, and he likes it all the more when it's Anduin.
No one is going to get seriously hurt in this. A few scrapes, a few bruises, a few bite marks that linger for a day or two. But it's the rush he really wants. It's what they both want. Anduin needs it, just like he does.
He pulls Anduin back, off the street and into the shadows where the shrubs are wilder, and there are more trees to hide them, keeping his grip on the other man tight as he presses him bodily against one of those broad, tall pine trees. ]
You and me are going to a little place I know, and we're going to get better acquainted. And once I've got what I want from you, maybe I'll call your pretty little house-wife, and she can come fetch you. If she can afford you.
[ The rough bark scrapes against the front of his clothes, catching against buttons, one even popping loose as he squirms. Alas, shifting his weight back and forth doesn't appear to be giving him any helpful sort of traction.
He does manage to wrench his head free, shaking his head furiously. ]
You leave her out of this! Whatever it is you want...I have money. Just take what you want and leave me be.
[He leans back in, letting the arm around Anduin slip down, over the coat and its missing button, down to the front of his trousers, giving a squeeze right over his cock.]
Now that is a very good offer, and I'm going to take you up on it, pretty dominant. You'd look so good with a stripe down your neck and a cock in your mouth.
[ There's a soft, bitten back noise of surprise as Jacob's hand strays lower, closing around him and...not quite hard yet, but definitely getting that way in a hurry.
Despite that fact, he still works to try and wriggle loose of his grip. ]
Stop! I already said if it's money you want, I can pay. However much you need. But I won't...I'm not going anywhere with you.
You said whatever I want. You assumed it was money. But that isn't what I want.
[ Another squeeze, another grope, Jacob's palm moving over the bulge in Anduin's pants with practised ease.]
And you are coming with me. Somewhere nice, somewhere you'll like. I'm going to strip you down and take you, just like I want. And if you want to go home safe and sound to that little wife of yours, you'll do what I say.
[ Less of a threat with the way his voice wavers, the way he has to stop himself from rocking into that knowing touch. His tongue darts over his lips, some blend between nerves and anticipation. ]
You call, go on. No one else is out here. Just you and me.
[ And he presses in close again, grinding his hips up against Anduin's arse, pushing his hips forward against the hand still against his cock.]
I think you're enjoying yourself aren't you, pretty thing? You want me to use you. And I will, all night long. And once you're ruined, I'm going to take some pictures.
[ This time he doesn't protest. That weight presses in at his back, leveraging him forward into the grip of Jacob's hand, only earns a quiet moan between gritted teeth, his forehead pressing against the bark of the tree.
This time, the twist of his hips seems far more bent on getting more friction of the touch, rather than actually trying to get away. ]
[ He feels Anduin's hips shift, rocking forward with earnest desire, and Jacob can't help but press himself a little closer still, feeling the friction against his own growing erection. It feels so good, part of him thinks he could change his plans and have Anduin here and now. But that would spoil things, if he gave in so soon.]
You're going to come with me. You're going to behave. I know who you are, where you live. I know that pretty lady of yours likes to walk around in barely anything at all. So you'll behave, won't you?
[ If he hoped for renewed struggle, that was certainly one way to achieve it. With a flutter in his chest despite the acting, he twisted back to look at his assailant as much as he was able to.
No hiding the pink tinge in his chest, however fiercely he stared. ]
Just leave her out of this. I'll do what you want, just don't hurt her.
Nor does he try to stop Anduin squirming, enjoying the movement against him, the desperate way Anduin tries to twist to look at him. ]
This way.
[ He steps back, letting Anduin peel himself off of the tree, looking a little ruffled already. Jacob can't wait to make it worse once they reach the house. It's not far- the lights are visible through the trees, although he's only got a few of them on. He doesn't really want Anduin knowing where he is, and as Anduin doesn't even know about this property yet, it might make the experience all the more real for him. ]
[ He pulls back, looking distinctly more rumpled than he had initially, but nothing that couldn't be smoothed away. Save perhaps the missing button.
With a modest glare, he follows Jacob. Not towards his own house, but towards some unknown destination. That prickles a sense of curiosity -- surely they're not going to his current Dominant's residence -- but he trusts Jacob entirely.
[ It's not as simple as that. Jacob might be playing, but he's not half-arsing this. Pulling a square of cloth from a pocket- old habits die hard- he pushes it into Anduin's mouth. And yes, there is something very pleasing about feeling the wet heat of Anduin's lips on his fingers, before he marches the blond to the house.
The outside lights are off, only the lights in the master bedroom are on inside, and dimmed down low. Jacob keeps his grip on Anduin's arm tight as he slides the glass door open, shoving him inside.]
[ It's not as easy as that, of course. Instinct kicks in almost at once, and he tries to turn his head away from the cloth in immediate protest. It's only Jacob's grip on his arm that prevails, keeping him from turning away completely before the soft fabric is shoved in over his tongue, wadding up uncomfortably against the roof of his mouth.
No yelling for help, after all. Even if he'd intended to.
His baleful looks momentarily vanish as they step inside this strange new residence. His eyes flicker over the extent of it, wondering how Jacob even had access to a place like this, but he isn't left to wonder for long before he's being shoved forward.
Ah. And there, the reproachful glare is back again, as he regains his balance and turns, shoulders stiff, reaching up to finally pull the cloth loose. ]
[ Jacob had planned to pull that free himself, now they were indoors, but Anduin beats him to it.]
You're being disobedient.
[ It's a quiet reminder, that only a few minutes ago Anduin had promised to be good. But if he wants to resist, they can play rough. ]
You're mine, until I decide to let you go. Give me what I want, and it will be easier for both of us. Struggle? And I'll have to be rough with you. Understand?
[ Jacob's mouth curls into a smile, the rest of his face still hidden by his hood. He had hoped Anduin would fight and just like that, he gets his wish. ]
Very inconsiderate, considering how nice I've been.
[ He steps closer, hand moving to stroke over Anduin's cheek, before gripping his chin, tugging him forward into a biting kiss. More bite than kiss, catching his lower lip in a sharp nip.]
[ There's an incredulousness to his tone, before Jacob pulls him into that kiss, and it's difficult to remember to be angry. Not to melt into him, dig his fingers into his hair and kiss this man that he loves so dearly.
Somehow, he remembers himself, yelping at the bite and pulling back to touch his lip tenderly before frowning. ]
I've been kidnapped by far worse than you, but even they had better manners.
[ He's knows he is toeing a line between pain and pleasure with that bite, a line that Anduin and he have walked before, so he doesn't worry too much about the yelp. It seems Anduin is enjoying this, and Jacob is glad about that. They've learned a lot together in the last year or so, and hopefully they can learn a little more tonight. ]
Manners? Oh pet, I'm not going to bow and scrape to you. But I'm going to make you say please and thank you for everything I give you.
[ His left hand moves, blade sliding free from where it rested in the gauntlet, and in one swift movement the rest of the buttons on his coat are sliced free. ]
Take it off pet. Or I'll cut the rest of your clothes off you too.
[ To his credit, he doesn't flinch as the blade flashes in the light, and the sound of buttons scattering nearby fill his ears. Oh, the story he's going to have for Gilia when he asks for her help mending those, later...
Jaw tense, he shifts out of the coat, letting it drop to the floor behind him. Never letting his eyes stray from Jacob for a moment. ]
[ That hungry smile grows larger, watching as the coat is removed and the young priest is there in that well tailored shirt. He reaches forward, the blade sliding back into its housing, as Jacob's palm closes on one of those muscular pectoral, squeezing.]
Very nice. Maybe I should have stolen one of those little nightdresses your submissive wears, and got you to slip it on for me? I bet you'd look good.
[ So saying, he lets go and steps back.]
Now the rest of it. Everything, off and in a pile on the floor.
[ His lips part to tell him not to mention her, before snapping shut again, clearly thinking the better of it.
With a soft huff, he reaches up to start unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly, the fabric peels away from scarred skin, left to drift down to the floor. Then his belt. Then, pants...and nothing beneath, as it happens.
And there's just the barest trace of a wet sheen along the back of his thigh, leading up to the inner curve of his ass. Preparations, as he'd mentioned. ]
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Though now that he knows what's coming, he can't help but pay extra attention to his surroundings on his way home. It's a quiet evening, all told, the lonely street causing his footfalls to echo slightly in his own ears.
Maybe he'll catch sight of him, before he shows himself. Not that he'll act any less surprised, of course. ]
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But the Down is still busy. Especially those main routes between Haven and the only way to the Up. And the Up... well, its just not the right spot.
Besides, he's rather enjoying following Anduin, keeping above and behind, making sure he's not losing hi touch when it comes to following someone undetected.
But soon they're going to run out of city. Or at least densely packed buildings. Tracking Anduin the way he has been will be harder and harder the closer the other gets to home.
Which is when Jacob decides to make his move. Silent and quick, he drops down from the low roof of one suburban house into the shrubs, keeping low as gains on the tall, handsome blond and grabs him, hand over his mouth, other arm wrapping around him, pinning the priest's arms if he can.]
What have we here? A pretty Dominant out all alone?
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As he gets closer and closer to home, he wonders if Jacob is coming at all, if maybe something has delayed him. The tension threads tighter as he hears nothing, sees nothing, imagination left to play with the possibilities and then-- ]
!
[ That warm hand claps over his mouth, the familiar feeling of Jacob's arm winds around him, and for a split-second? He relaxes entirely, the tension bleeding out of his frame.
There, at last.
Only then does he start to twist in his grip, making a noise of ardent protest against the weight of his palm, before attempting to bite the edge. ]
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[Jacob feels the movement, the way Anduin's head turns, the opening of his mouth, feels the intake of breath against his palm and he likes it. He shouldn't, but he does. He likes the rough games, the edge of pain, the rush of adrenaline, and he likes it all the more when it's Anduin.
No one is going to get seriously hurt in this. A few scrapes, a few bruises, a few bite marks that linger for a day or two. But it's the rush he really wants. It's what they both want. Anduin needs it, just like he does.
He pulls Anduin back, off the street and into the shadows where the shrubs are wilder, and there are more trees to hide them, keeping his grip on the other man tight as he presses him bodily against one of those broad, tall pine trees. ]
You and me are going to a little place I know, and we're going to get better acquainted. And once I've got what I want from you, maybe I'll call your pretty little house-wife, and she can come fetch you. If she can afford you.
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He does manage to wrench his head free, shaking his head furiously. ]
You leave her out of this! Whatever it is you want...I have money. Just take what you want and leave me be.
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[He leans back in, letting the arm around Anduin slip down, over the coat and its missing button, down to the front of his trousers, giving a squeeze right over his cock.]
Now that is a very good offer, and I'm going to take you up on it, pretty dominant. You'd look so good with a stripe down your neck and a cock in your mouth.
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[ There's a soft, bitten back noise of surprise as Jacob's hand strays lower, closing around him and...not quite hard yet, but definitely getting that way in a hurry.
Despite that fact, he still works to try and wriggle loose of his grip. ]
Stop! I already said if it's money you want, I can pay. However much you need. But I won't...I'm not going anywhere with you.
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[ Another squeeze, another grope, Jacob's palm moving over the bulge in Anduin's pants with practised ease.]
And you are coming with me. Somewhere nice, somewhere you'll like. I'm going to strip you down and take you, just like I want. And if you want to go home safe and sound to that little wife of yours, you'll do what I say.
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[ Less of a threat with the way his voice wavers, the way he has to stop himself from rocking into that knowing touch. His tongue darts over his lips, some blend between nerves and anticipation. ]
You won't get away with this...
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[ And he presses in close again, grinding his hips up against Anduin's arse, pushing his hips forward against the hand still against his cock.]
I think you're enjoying yourself aren't you, pretty thing? You want me to use you. And I will, all night long. And once you're ruined, I'm going to take some pictures.
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This time, the twist of his hips seems far more bent on getting more friction of the touch, rather than actually trying to get away. ]
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[ He feels Anduin's hips shift, rocking forward with earnest desire, and Jacob can't help but press himself a little closer still, feeling the friction against his own growing erection. It feels so good, part of him thinks he could change his plans and have Anduin here and now. But that would spoil things, if he gave in so soon.]
You're going to come with me. You're going to behave. I know who you are, where you live. I know that pretty lady of yours likes to walk around in barely anything at all. So you'll behave, won't you?
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[ If he hoped for renewed struggle, that was certainly one way to achieve it. With a flutter in his chest despite the acting, he twisted back to look at his assailant as much as he was able to.
No hiding the pink tinge in his chest, however fiercely he stared. ]
Just leave her out of this. I'll do what you want, just don't hurt her.
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[ But he isn't going to promise not to touch her.
Nor does he try to stop Anduin squirming, enjoying the movement against him, the desperate way Anduin tries to twist to look at him. ]
This way.
[ He steps back, letting Anduin peel himself off of the tree, looking a little ruffled already. Jacob can't wait to make it worse once they reach the house. It's not far- the lights are visible through the trees, although he's only got a few of them on. He doesn't really want Anduin knowing where he is, and as Anduin doesn't even know about this property yet, it might make the experience all the more real for him. ]
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With a modest glare, he follows Jacob. Not towards his own house, but towards some unknown destination. That prickles a sense of curiosity -- surely they're not going to his current Dominant's residence -- but he trusts Jacob entirely.
So where he leads, Anduin will follow. ]
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The outside lights are off, only the lights in the master bedroom are on inside, and dimmed down low. Jacob keeps his grip on Anduin's arm tight as he slides the glass door open, shoving him inside.]
On your knees.
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No yelling for help, after all. Even if he'd intended to.
His baleful looks momentarily vanish as they step inside this strange new residence. His eyes flicker over the extent of it, wondering how Jacob even had access to a place like this, but he isn't left to wonder for long before he's being shoved forward.
Ah. And there, the reproachful glare is back again, as he regains his balance and turns, shoulders stiff, reaching up to finally pull the cloth loose. ]
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You're being disobedient.
[ It's a quiet reminder, that only a few minutes ago Anduin had promised to be good. But if he wants to resist, they can play rough. ]
You're mine, until I decide to let you go. Give me what I want, and it will be easier for both of us. Struggle? And I'll have to be rough with you. Understand?
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[ And he tosses the cloth aside, shoulders straightening. Too easy to remember how to be that impertinent prince giving his captors a hard time.
Though none of them had ever intended what Jacob does. At least, not that he recalls. ]
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Very inconsiderate, considering how nice I've been.
[ He steps closer, hand moving to stroke over Anduin's cheek, before gripping his chin, tugging him forward into a biting kiss. More bite than kiss, catching his lower lip in a sharp nip.]
I won't be nice any more pet.
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[ There's an incredulousness to his tone, before Jacob pulls him into that kiss, and it's difficult to remember to be angry. Not to melt into him, dig his fingers into his hair and kiss this man that he loves so dearly.
Somehow, he remembers himself, yelping at the bite and pulling back to touch his lip tenderly before frowning. ]
I've been kidnapped by far worse than you, but even they had better manners.
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Manners? Oh pet, I'm not going to bow and scrape to you. But I'm going to make you say please and thank you for everything I give you.
[ His left hand moves, blade sliding free from where it rested in the gauntlet, and in one swift movement the rest of the buttons on his coat are sliced free. ]
Take it off pet. Or I'll cut the rest of your clothes off you too.
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Jaw tense, he shifts out of the coat, letting it drop to the floor behind him. Never letting his eyes stray from Jacob for a moment. ]
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Very nice. Maybe I should have stolen one of those little nightdresses your submissive wears, and got you to slip it on for me? I bet you'd look good.
[ So saying, he lets go and steps back.]
Now the rest of it. Everything, off and in a pile on the floor.
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With a soft huff, he reaches up to start unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly, the fabric peels away from scarred skin, left to drift down to the floor. Then his belt. Then, pants...and nothing beneath, as it happens.
And there's just the barest trace of a wet sheen along the back of his thigh, leading up to the inner curve of his ass. Preparations, as he'd mentioned. ]
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