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Sleeping With the Enemy

Jason feels no need to stop hugging Mike immediately... he just stays quietly in that room with him, thinking and letting Mike stroke his hair. Finally he sits upright and straightens his robe. "Let's go talk with our jailer," he suggests solemnly.

Mike nods, although he also looks a bit curious, "All right. Um... how do you propose we do that?"

Jason smiles. "Well... I figure we just... knock on the door and invite her in to talk."

Mike blinks... then grins, looking intrigued, "Straightforward, direct... sure, why not?" He laughs, rising and straightening his robe as well, "Lead on, MacDuff!"

Jason feels heartened as he stands with Mike, and then grabs his robe and gives him a kiss. "Thanks, Mike. For knowing what I needed," he says, his heart oddly lightened by his laughing approval.

Mike looks a bit surprised, then laughs again, wrapping his arms around Jason and returning the kiss with quiet pleasure. A moment later he grins fondly at Jason, "You'd have done the same for me, guy."

Part of Jason wants to keep going, suddenly feeling constrained in his robe... and then his brain reminds him that they're still in captivity. "Wait in here. It's comfier in here. I'll go get her," he murmurs, reluctantly relinquishing Mike's hand as he goes back into the main room and raps politely on the double doors.

Mike looks curious, but simply nods and settles back on the massage table, watching Jason go knock on the big double doors. At Jason's quiet knock, one of the doors swings open, and Raphael looks in at Jason a touch warily, as if he half expects to be snapped at again. "Yes?"

Jason huhs, and didn't expect to see the boy. "Is that woman that we were speaking to just now around? I was hoping she might join us for a chat." He smiles, trying to put the boy at ease. "A calmer one."

Raphael tilts his head a bit curiously, "Ms. Kira? Sure, I can see if she's free. Would you wait just a moment, please?" He points, adding, "If you look behind the potted plant on that pedestal there, you'll see the communications panel. I'll reply there if Ms. Kira's not available, okay?" His small smile is a little trepidatious as he starts to close the door.

Jason lets him and walks over to the plant curiously. [So she isn't explicitly guarding us. Interesting. Then again... she probably doesn't need to. There's an unknown number of supernaturals here... who knows what powers they have. Maybe they didn't drug me after all, and one has the power to put me to sleep just by willing it.]

There is indeed a small communications panel set into the wall there, complete with several buttons and a small keypad. Some of the buttons are labeled, including one titled 'Central Control.' Mike has relaxed on the massage table, his arms behind his head and the robe loose. He calls from the other room, "Is there actually a panel there, Jason?"

"Yeah... it's an intercom here, I think," Jason replies, reading some of the other labeled buttons. More information is never bad. None of the labels are wildly informative, although some of the buttons are a bit worn looking. Jason sees "Housecleaning," "Aerie," and "Track." Jason arches a brow. "I bet all the money in my wallet the Lady is in the Aerie..." He looks around himself. "Darn, no wallet," he murmurs with no little humor. Then he straightens up. "Too bad, because this would be the place to do a little gambling..."

As he's studying the panel, an inset light turns red and Raphael's voice sounds, "Hello, Jason? Ms. Kira's available for a short while, she says." There's a pause, then there's a polite knock on the door. A second later it swings open, and the compact form of the black-suited woman steps into the room. The woman nods politely again, "Good morning, sir. What can we do for you?"

Jason focuses on her a moment... she looks human enough, and maybe there's a spell that can hide that even from him... but maybe it's just because he's not trying hard enough. "Would you like to come and sit down while we talk?" he queries, indicating the other room.

The woman tilts her head in an oddly familiar movement, alertly studying Jason for a moment... then she grins and nods, "Sure, I'd be happy to." She turns and paces fluidly towards the room Mike's in, walking with Jason. He can see Mike has risen and straightened his robe, and is waiting politely for them both. The woman murmurs something under her breath as she walks.

Jason is confused a moment, and then realizes that she's still wearing her earpiece... it must be one of those special ones that can pick up speech as well. He follows her in and sits down himself, crossing his legs demurely as he ponders how to begin. "How did you come to be here?" he finally asks, wanting to start on a less confrontational note. "I mean... here, in the Lady's..." He waves his hand as he searches for the right word, "Employ?"

The woman chuckles quietly at Jason's question, then flicks her bright-eyed gaze towards Mike, "Perhaps we could start with introductions?" She looks almost hopefully towards Mike, who smiles and murmurs, "Ms. Kira, I believe? A pleasure to meet you." The woman politely offers her hand to him. He looks faintly surprised, but then smiles and gracefully shakes her hand. She grins brightly, which unfortunately causes the long canines to show, "How do you do, Mr. Hellinger. May I say I'm a huge fan of your books? Always nice to find out more about what we need to watch out for."

Mike pales slightly and his smile gets a touch forced for a second, and then he recovers -- Jason can almost see the 'author' mode click in, "Why thank you! It's always a pleasure to meet another fan." The woman beams at that, leaning towards Mike slightly and sniffing a bit.

Jason never even thought about that... that Mike's experiences might have inadvertently lead to information for those 'in the know.' He watches Ms. Kira smell curiously, but does not ask her what she 'is'... at this early in the relationship it's likely not very polite. He does wonder at her name, however, trying to think if it's any indication of her heritage.

There's a quiet tap at the door, and then it opens. Raphael comes in, followed by several young, attractive men and women of varying skin and hair colors, all lightly dressed in either a short kilt-like skirt, or the skirt paired with a sort of light, loose halter top. Curiously, the modes of dress don't seem to be gender-related -- some of the men have the halter top, and some of the women are unconcernedly topless.

The attractive young people all have long, flowing hair as well, and are barefoot, with smooth, soft skin. Some of them are very slender; others are beautifully plump, but they're all carrying things: a white woven wicker couch; several armfuls of bright, decorated, tasseled, large pillows; several small, low metal-inlaid tables; trays of delicious smelling food and large dewed pitchers of cold liquids... the small procession heads into the room Jason, Mike, and Kira are in, and there's some busy arranging and organization by Raphael.

With a little mind wracking, Jason remembers the name from some Japanese anime a friend encouraged him to watch... of course, Ms. Kira doesn't look Japanese. But as he's studying her smiling, those developed canines especially... he realizes that look she gave him when he was first inviting her in, and the way she sniffed at him... she seems almost canine. And then the procession of people comes in, and he's a little stupefied for a moment. "Wait, I... what... what's going on?" he queries.

Ms. Kira grins at Jason, turning her alert, dark-eyed gaze on him, "We thought you might be ready to relax a bit, since you invited me in. Raphael recommended refreshment, considering how long it's been since you last ate." She holds out her hand to Jason, cheerfully adding, "Mr. Burke, a pleasure to meet you also!" Mike looks a bit surprised, but smiles and murmurs politely with Raphael as the wicker couch is set up attractively with potted palms and a tall vase of peacock feathers behind it. The low tables are arranged within reach of the couch, numerous plump pillows are deposited on both it and the massage table, and the refreshments are settled on the various tables.

The young folk are all cheerfully chatting back and forth, moving swiftly but also taking a moment to make sure everything looks nice. It's as one of the girls grins and gives Jason a wink that it registers -- they all have the same mark on them as Raphael and Gabriel did. Soon, though, everything is settled and they all head on out, some of them waving and calling goodbye to Kira and the two men.

Jason is still a little dumbfounded by the rush of people coming in with all this luxury, let alone that all of them appear to be owned by the Lady... or by someone, at least. Finally, when everyone has left the room, he turns his head back to Ms. Kira, inclining his head. "Sorry, I'm just... I had barely made the decision to open a dialogue, so this was all a bit much," he murmurs, taking her hand belatedly. "It seems you know all about us."

The woman grins at Jason, her eyes bright, "Well, please forgive me but security is my job here." She shakes his hand, adding calmly, "My name, as you've at least partially heard, is Kira -- Kira Lupercalis. Would you like to have a seat with your lover, Mr. Hellinger?"

Mike blinks, then says courteously, "Please, call me Mike, Ms. Kira." She beams at him again, and Jason could almost swear if she had pointed ears they'd be perked up at him.

Jason nods faintly, as if the name confirms his suspicions. A 'hell' hound, maybe? Could be anything. "Did you know that already, Ms. Kira, or did you smell me on him?" he queries bluntly, though not meanly, gesturing to Mike to come sit, though he has no immediate desire to partake of food and drink. He's more focused on Kira.

Kira's head turns quickly back to Jason, still holding his hand, and she smiles, "Ah, scent. I wish I had the ability to read emotion like that, but that's not something my kind of supernatural does." She releases his hand, moving to settle in a white wicker chair set up to face the couch, and leans to pour herself a drink. The liquid smells faintly spicy and sweet, and is a rich ruby color. She glances up inquiringly at the two men when she's done, holding the pitcher over two empty goblets.

Jason smiles thankfully. "Not right now, thank you. Kira... I really am curious about your story, but perhaps you'll forgive me if I move first to asking you about more pressing things. You mentioned earlier that what happens to us depends on Diana... would you do us the favor of perhaps outlining some possible outcomes?"

Mike hesitates at Jason's query, then nods to Kira, "Please, ma'am."

She beams that wide, toothy smile again, "Please, call me Kira, Mike!" before pouring one more goblet full, then setting down the frosted pitcher. She settles back with her own goblet in her hand, crossing her legs and having an appreciative sip before she tilts her head thoughtfully at Jason. "I can't, really, Mr. Burke. I never know how the various new types of supernaturals will react... and we don't know what type owns you." She grins, and Jason has a sudden mental image of a wolf grinning, tongue lolling out, as she adds, "Yet."

Jason purses his lips and glances at Mike. "Well, seeing as you will find out eventually, I don't see how it can hurt to tell you. She's what the average person would call a 'succubus.' I don't know how you call each other."

Mike gives Jason a slightly worried look, pausing in the middle of reaching for his slender goblet. The woman's eyes widen interestedly, "A succubus! Ah, fascinating. That's a new one to me! I'll have to check and see if Phyx has ever met one."

Jason looks startled. "Really. You don't, er, have one on staff? Somehow I thought it possible the Lady herself might be one." He returns Mike's look inquiringly, as if wondering what he's worried about. And then, tentatively, he takes Mike's hand, trying to see if it's possible that they can still communicate over their link.

The woman gives a short bark of laughter, "Gracious no! None of us are common, as far as I know, and Phyx and I are the only supernaturals which stay here full time." She grins relaxedly, her eyes glittering as she adds, "To Phyx's knowledge, there aren't more than one or two hundred of us in the entire world."

Mike smiles at Jason, closing his fingers around Jason's. Clearly through the link comes Mike's warmth and affection, touched with a hint of worry. He's missing Diana too... and he's hungry. The hot food smells really good. Jason can feel his own stomach rumble in agreement. Jason squeezes Mike's hand. "Eat, you silly," he tells Mike, while looking back at Kira. "Do you know what a succubus is supposed to be, or should I give you the highlights so you can get a better idea in regard to my question?"

Kira sits back, looking a bit surprised -- she seems to wear emotion easily on her face when she's not on duty -- then grins again, "Mr. Burke, that would be lovely! If you're willing, I'd really like to know how you feel about her too?"

Jason is a little surprised... but then, she is a supernatural, not a human. He shouldn't expect her to know the tenets of Judeo-Christian mythology. Mike grins faintly, then has a sip of his drink. Jason can 'feel' it's sweet, a bit fizzy, tart... then Mike swallows, and Jason also clearly gets the sudden pleasurable tingle Mike feels, shivering right down to his toes! He then gah!s and shudders, looking in shock at Mike. "What is that stuff? I felt it from here!" he blurts, not asking anyone in particular.

Mike is staring a bit startledly at the drink... then he looks up inquiringly at Kira. She's watching them both with bright-eyed interest, her eyes wide, "You're linked?! Oh, that's very unusual! How did it happen? You weren't forced into each other's heads, were you?"

Jason shakes his head. "It's complicated, and I'll get into it in a second when I explain Diana... what is this? It's not like... nectar of the gods, is it?" He peers at the pitcher.

Kira laughs again, and this time it's curiously, familiarly friendly, "No, no, just a power drink. It makes Phyx happy, and I like the way it tastes, and the kids say it makes them feel tingly and cuddly. Raphael thought you might like it."

Jason tilts his head thoughtfully. "Thanks, but I'd like to keep a clear head for now," he assures. "Diana... I guess the best way to put it is that she feeds on emotions. Any will do in a pinch, but she digests positive ones best... pleasure best of all. She primarily feeds during sex. So you see... we're sort of a complete package. We're lovers, all three of us. As a result there isn't just a bond between both of us and her... it's kind of become a three-way network."

Kira has another slow sip of her drink, then considers for a while, her gaze faraway. Almost unwittingly her tongue flicks out and licks her lips... then she looks up sharply, "All right, you're telling me she eats emotion but not life energy? She's not aging you? Does it hurt when she takes the energy from you, or are you too ecstatic to tell?"

Jason tilts his head. "It's complicated. Yes, she is feeding off our life force, I guess you could say... but if it occurs during sex it doesn't exactly damage us that much. I know she can feed without doing that, but I've never seen the direct results. For all I know it could hurt and it could kill. That said... if she fed exclusively from us, we would eventually age prematurely." He looks thoughtful. "She also can 'snack' on live force if there's a lot of positive emotion around... so it must be a carrier of some kind." He knows Diana did almost kill Phillip... but he never heard what happened to the rapist that accosted Beatrice. It might work differently with a human.

Kira frowns, her eyes narrowing, "Hm. Sounds like she's one of the non-beneficial parasitic types then. All right, Phyx will definitely need to speak to her." Musingly she adds, "A carrier of what, now?"

Jason chuckles. "I don't know about non-beneficial, Kira... she wants everyone around her to feel good. I don't know how that can be wrong, if she's not hurting anyone. Actually, Vegas is quite a hotbed of positive emotion... she's been acting a little stoned since she came here." He considers, then adds, "Well, when I mean a 'carrier'... think of the way red blood cells carry oxygen from the lungs to every other part of the body. Positive emotion would kind of be like that to her." Then he ahems, "Well, maybe you don't if you don't have blood..."

Kira raises an eyebrow, "Positive emotion?" She chuckles, licking her lips again before she adds, "That's a new one by me."

Jason chuckles. "Well, lust anyway. That's what she said. Lots of ambient lust. Personally I prefer pleasure and joy, but... it works for her."

She flicks a hand lazily, "That's more like it, at least if scent reflects emotion as well as usual. Regarding non-beneficial, I'm referring to any supernatural which ends up killing its host through normal usage. Normal, not something like leaping on them and tearing their throat out." She has another sip of her drink and licks her lips again.

Mike sighs softly next to Jason, running one finger lightly along the back of Jason's arm, causing the skin to tingle pleasantly... and giving Jason a small rush of pleasure and slowly growing lust through the link. Jason gives Mike a slightly amused look. "I'm starting to think that this drink of yours -- rather, of Phyx's -- is an aphrodisiac of some kind..." he drawls wryly before becoming more solemn. "Diana doesn't want to hurt anyone. She feeds off us primarily, and snacks as often as she can off others. If she does it right, the aging process might likely be retarded for a long time. And if she can get a surplus of energy from elsewhere, she's actually learned to feed it back to us."

Kira looks a bit surprised, "Well, of course it's an aphrodisiac for humans! Isn't cuddling an euphemism for sex?" She looks a bit perplexed, "I thought it was. Is my slang getting out of date again?" She starts to take another sip -- then Jason's words register and she jerks upright so fast her drink slops over the rim and dribbles unnoticed onto her fingers, "What?! Wait -- what was that? What did you say about feeding back to you?!"

Jason was starting to respond, and then is startled by Kira's reaction. "She's... learned how," he replies calmly, spreading his hands. "She's figured out how to filter off energy from her aura into another's... it works easier with another supernatural, but with a little practice she can give it to humans... well, to us at least."

Kira stares fascinatedly at Jason for a few moments -- then abruptly she puts down the goblet and rises swiftly. She's absently licking the liquid off her fingers with quick, short strokes of her tongue as she steps over to Jason, never taking her eyes off him. She finishes cleaning her hand off and leans over to sniffs at Jason, slowly and carefully. Mike grins, watching... he seems very relaxed, and Jason's starting to feel a strong erotic 'pull' from him.

Jason flushes... the closeness of Kira's already a little disconcerting, and now is not the time for play. Soon, though. "I'm not lying. She did it both to us not twelve hours ago... and in the process, healed scars that we've had for years. I felt like I could run a marathon, in particular." The self-consciousness is getting worse as Kira leans close... she's emitting some kind of scent -- pheromone, maybe -- which is very pungent and musky. Meanwhile, with Mike metaphysically tugging at his short and curlies, he's suddenly feeling ten times more aroused.

Even as he's realizing this, he watches Kira's eyes change color and shape. It's disconcerting, but his state of mind also finds it alluring. He swallows his suddenly saliva-filled mouth. Kira's eyes have shifted from dark to a gold pupil with dark slitted irises, and it's hard to look anywhere else as she stares unwinkingly at Jason. Her voice has gotten lower too -- she murmurs, "Show me where you used to have a scar, please, Mr. Burke."

Jason clears his throat and pulls back his robe, showing his left forearm. "A knife slipped here when I was thirteen," he replies, pulling his eyes from that unwavering gaze. "Mike also had a spider web of white scars all over his hands," he adds, declining at the last minute to tell her how he got them. "And, uhm... it's Jason, please."

Kira's voice is still throaty as she murmurs, "Thank you, Jason. Please call me Kira." It sounds almost absently polite, though, as she takes Jason's arm in both hands, leaning down to sniff and study it carefully. Finally she gently runs her tongue along his arm, then raises her head to... it looks like nothing so much as a wolf might look, testing the edibility of something she's holding in her mouth. The sensation of her tongue running along his arm, though, is almost electrical. Even Mike catches that, gasping softly, then sighing slowly and smiling languidly at Jason.

Jason holds back a gasp at the sensations, shivering and rigid, and then trying to calm down again as those eyes find his once more. He is speechless for a moment, and then finds his mouth making words. "Did you do that to try to taste if I had a scar? Or did you do it because you knew it would feel like that to me?" he queries in a husky whisper, honestly curious.

Kira turns that almost hypnotic gaze on Jason again, "What?" She peers at him curiously, leaning forward to lightly run her fingers along his cheek, "Are you ill? Or..." Her fingernails seem to catch, almost, in his mark.

Jason cannot hold back his gasp this time, feeling light, like he was falling... arching, like he was a merman leaping from a breaking wave. The rush of need coming from Mike as a result of the touch to his mark is overwhelming. He craves him back just as much, and if it were just the two of them, the outcome would be simple. But Kira is leaning over him, looking and smelling so exotic... in his mind it's as if his inhibitions burst from him and land on a bed of rose petals. His left hand snakes into Mike's robe, grabbing insistently hold of rigid flesh... but his other hand reaches up, cupping Kira's head and pulling her into a fervent kiss. In the Airstream last time he ended up between Mike and Diana when she pulled... now it would seem he's on the verge of making a new Jason sandwich, with Kira as a fresh slice of great smelling bread.

There's a small explosion of sensation and scent and taste in Jason's head. He can feel the wince and startlement of a mental bubble popping that shouldn't have, hey! ...the soft stroke of the blankets against her bare skin and the lazily contented purr at the touch of her hungry pets... the excitement of arousal and incipient love-making now, right now, yes! ...the angry shock against impertinence followed instantly by recognition of treading on someone else's territory -- and then the sudden, shocking wave of fury -- who dares?! Mine! Mine, back off, bitch! and the sharp, hasty pain of an open-handed slap across the face!

The spell is broken before Kira's hand even touches his face, his mind overwhelmed by the rush of emotion and imagery that could have come from no one else. He holds his hands up to protect himself reflexively. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean... you touched my mark and I couldn't control... I'm sorry, don't hit!" he squeaks.

Kira is standing before Jason, although she's stepped back and is staring intently at him. Mike winces, holding his head as he murmurs, "Ow... way to kill a mood..."

Kira's golden eyes flick to him, then back to Jason, and she starts murmuring swiftly into her earpiece, "Phyxie, did you-?" She pauses, listening, then nods, "Yeah, as quickly as I could." A pause, "Umm... I hit him." Another pause, then she says indignantly, "No! Certainly not. But more to the point... we're in the wrong now, cousin." She's silent for a long moment, then sighs, "All right. I'll be right there." She looks back at the two men, her expression grave.

Jason has had a moment to process, and he knows what that expression means. "She was still out of it because of the ambient lust. But she's not any more. She felt us and she felt you. I'm not sure you can block us from her any more. She's coming. If you want to avoid a conflict, maybe you'd better let us be the ones to meet her," he suggests calmly.

Kira snorts amusedly, the fierce light fading out of her eyes so she starts looking more human, "You're sweet, Jason, but this isn't the first time we've brought in angry supernaturals. We're not going to use you as bait when we don't know how she'll react." She sniffs once at the two of them, then tilts her head and smiles, "Why don't I give you both some privacy for your mating? I know humans like that." She pats Jason lightly on the shoulder as she paces by him, her gaze distant as thoughts race behind her inhuman eyes, and murmurs absently, "I need to get back to work right away... do you two want some of the kids sent in to play with you too?"

Mike sighs softly, rubbing his face with both hands, and Jason can tell he's still very much aroused, as well as feeling currently rather emotionally tangled. Jason flushes at the casual idea that she'd send in more people. "Probably better keep it simple... it's gotten complicated enough already," he says softly. His eyes are soft, calmer for the moment. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to force myself on you. You smelled... really good."

Kira glances back at Jason, a hint of surprise in her eyes. Then she smiles -- a wide and genuine smile, "It's all right, Jason, I knew the risks of our offering you both Phyx's sweetflower wine. Raphael just thought it might help you all relax." She chuckles softly, adding, "I think he likes you guys." She's silent a moment, her head tilted as she studies them both thoughtfully. Finally she says slowly, almost musingly, "You both seem... very... well... surprisingly stable. I'm getting the feeling your owner's very gentle and careful with you both."

Mike mutters under his breath, "Stable is not what I'm currently feeling...!"

Jason reaches out and takes Mike's hand. "We love her. And she loves us," he says simply. "You need to be careful. She's riled up now... and when succubae are riled up, they can be devastating. She can bring most humans to their knees when she unleashes her will. Try to avoid putting any humans in her way... I don't want anyone to be hurt."

Kira gives Jason a startled look... then simply nods, "I believe you. Thank you. I must go now." She pats his shoulder lightly again, then heads swiftly out the door.

Mike half-laughs, half-groans, his fingers tightening around Jason's, "I don't know how to say this, but there's something I need to take care of, Jase..."

Jason smiles, turning to Mike. "It's okay. Besides... the best thing we can do now is calm Di down... and the only way to do that is to have fun. So let's have a lot of fun," he murmurs, his smile getting crooked as he leans over and undoes Mike's belt... his smile becoming a full-on wolf's grin as his head lowers into Mike's lap. "Say when," he purrs.




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