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Duplicity
« on: April 23, 2009, 11:57:34 AM »
KERR HAD GONE FOR A swim early in the evening, with Jack trailing along behind him, though he\'d excused himself quickly, leaving Kerr to paddle around in the waves, knowing that the vampire was feeling somewhat melancholy and thoughtful and would likely spend at least another half hour in the water.
 
Jack took the opportunity to seek out Ben, who hadn\'t sought him out like he\'d expected. It was strange how the fledgling merely accepted his fate of having a \'twin\' and hadn\'t bothered to meet or get to know Jack beyond a passing hello. They were living in the same house and Jack had barely caught a few glimpses of him. It was strange, and initially Jack had thought that it was a matter of timing, but now he was beginning to believe Ben was purposefully avoiding him.
 
The fledgling was in his room, he found soon enough, loading software onto his new computer if the CDs scattered around him on the desk and floor by his chair was anything to go by. Ben\'s journals were in a neat pile off the bookshelf, telling Jack that the fledgling was likely to begin typing them up. The process would be slow, judging by the two-fingered tapping on the keyboard. Ben would pick out letters and look up at the screen to check what he\'d written in, and as Jack watched, he backspaced twice before searching for keys and typing a couple of different letters in.
 
"Enjoying your gift?" Jack said, thinking he might surprise Ben by speaking, for the fledgling hadn\'t acknowledged him as he\'d stood in the doorway watching. To his dismay, Ben continued doing as he was, and spoke to Jack while looking at the screen still.
 
"Yeh," he said, a simple answer that was given out of courtesy more than a desire to speak to Jack, he thought. Jack moved forward into the room, dressed only in red swimming briefs, looking Ben over, who was wearing a white polo and bluejeans.
 
"Have you written anything about me?" he asked, going straight to the real question he\'d wanted to ask. He knew Ben wrote in journals because he remembered writing in them himself. Strictly speaking, Kerr hadn\'t had to tell Ben anything, because Ben would\'ve written his own history down in first person. He wouldn\'t remember writing it, but his handwriting would be evidence of the fact he\'d done all those things.
 
Ben glanced his way finally, though the look was far from friendly. It was more accusing, Jack thought, and he wondered what he\'d done to deserve such hostility from Ben. He hadn\'t exactly etched his own mark into the fledgling now, had he?
 
"Not really," Ben said, and Jack was disappointed.
 
"Why not?"
 
Ben was fully distracted from his typing now, and because Jack was closer, he could see Ben had been filling out an online registration form for his software, with serial numbers and his name filled in. The cursor was blinking on his address line, where Ben had paused.
 
"You don\'t have much to do with me," he explained frankly, obviously wanting Jack to go away because he looked at the screen again, though didn\'t try to type anything. He was waiting for Jack to speak again.
 
"I look like you, I live where you live, and Kerr is going to sire me," he said, the last of which caused Ben to blink a few times and stare at him. The expression on his face was wary, like he didn\'t know what to believe, or that he didn\'t want his expression to give away his true thoughts. "We\'re connected, whether you like it or not, and we\'ll be blood bonded soon enough."
 
"What do you want from me?" Ben asked eventually, after the two identical youths stared at each other for a good half minute. Jack thought about it for a little bit, long enough for Ben to glance back at the screen.
 
"Acceptance," he said finally, "friendship," he tagged on, almost as an afterthought, but the two words had been carefully considered. Ben looked back at him and shrugged, implying no promises. It angered Jack enough for him to press his lips together in a tight line. Outside the wind began to pick up, causing the waves Kerr was swimming about in to grow in size. "It\'s not too much to ask."
 
Ben continued to stare at Jack, and the earthling saw that there was little Ben could say to that. Questions were easily answered, statements were not. Jack moved further into the room and sat on the foot of the bed. Ben swivelled his chair around to watch his progress, frowning as he did so.
 
"You\'ve got what you wanted," Jack said, receiving a quizzical look from Ben. "You\'ve been sired. I have your memories, though they feel like mine," he said possessively, "and I remember everything you did in order to be sired. You were so desperate for it that you used whoever you could in order to get what you want."
 
"Or it was you," Ben challenged, "using my body to go after what you wanted."
 
Jack had believed this of himself also, that he\'d been the one to control Ben, that it had been him all along, because of the ritual, but Samuel had explained everything to him. The love he felt for Kerr, was Ben\'s. Jack had no control over anything until the necklace had been around Ben\'s neck, and that was when everything to do with the ritual had gone haywire. Ben and Kerr had interfered by bringing Jack to the surface first, and then Kerr had interfered by pulling Ben out of the ground before the ritual had transferred all the memories Jack had needed.
 
"No," Jack denied. He was walking a fine line here, because he was attempting to have Kerr believe that he was the one Kerr loved, under the power of the ritual\'s mark on Ben - that it had been Jack all along. Now he was telling Ben the new truth he\'d learned, instead of what he\'d believed true to Kerr. Even though he\'d figured out what was untrue, he wasn\'t in a hurry to let Kerr know. "Read your journals. You\'ll know it\'s been you that lied, hurt and cheated on Kerr."
 
Ben frowned some more. That was the strangest part about his memory loss - that he\'d become involved with Kerr. Last he remembered, he\'d been excited about visiting Kerr but had been busily pushing any lustful thoughts out of his head because he knew they wouldn\'t reach fruition, that Mandy had herself a head start on him. Now everything was advanced to the point of being lovers, and Ben was struggling to come to terms with a relationship that he didn\'t remember nurturing. It all seemed so fast.
 
"I suppose you think you\'re better for him?" he asked, wondering if this was Jack\'s point for being here - for warning him off Kerr, for marking his territory. After all, if Jack possessed all those memories, he would remember the relationship too.
 
"We\'ve already been intimate," Jack shared, causing Ben to look at him with suspicion. "He knew it was me and not you, too," he clarified.
 
"Good for you," Ben said, and swivelled his chair around in order to continue pecking at the keys, typing in the address of a house he didn\'t really feel was home.
 
Jack smiled at Ben\'s back, and just as he stood up to leave, he could hear Kerr\'s footsteps approaching. Perfect timing, he thought, and left Ben\'s room in order to meet Kerr before he arrived.
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Re: Duplicity
« Reply #1 on: April 23, 2009, 05:06:24 PM »
Upon sighting Jack, Kerr frowned, instantly suspicious.  "What\'re you doing here?" he queried, tilting his head slightly as he peered down at the shorter man.  He\'d certainly not anticipated the mortal being here, on the second floor where his fledgling lived, as opposed to the third where their two bedrooms were.  The only reason for Jack to be here was Ben... but he couldn\'t fathom why the two of them would be communicating - well, not for any good reason, anyway).

"I thought you would\'ve showered by now?" he prompted, his gaze dropping to Jack\'s barely-clothed form.  It lifted quickly back to blue eyes, like it had been chased away.  He was fresh out of the ocean himself, a towel wrapped around the wet underwear he was still wearing.  He\'d worn boardshorts into the ocean to swim in but had taken them off in the courtyard downstairs because he didn\'t wish to drip his entire way through the house - especially when he was planning on dropping in on Ben on the way up to his bathroom.

He intended to found out if Ben wanted to go into the city to hunt or simply drink from bags tonight, before they did some training.  It had been a long, rather intense fortnight catching up on all the Oligarchy\'s accumulated vampire work and he\'d earned his night off tonight - he intended to use it practically and have some fun.  Jack, judging by the smirk flitting around his mouth, seemed to have beaten him to the fun portion of the evening but he didn\'t trust how as far as he could spit.

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Re: Duplicity
« Reply #2 on: April 23, 2009, 06:41:53 PM »
Jack grinned up at Kerr, once again looked upon with suspicion.  That particular expression was one he was facing off a great deal in this household, but he was determined not to let it wreak havoc on his outlook.  He wasn\'t a doubt-ridden type of person anymore, as he recalled he used to be
 
as Ben used to be
 
and as Kerr asked his question of Jack\'s whereabouts and between-the-lines, his motive for being here, he found himself speaking truthfully, though deception was not too far away.
 
"I was trying to make friends with Ben, but he\'s not having it," Jack explained.  He mimicked the shrug Ben had given him and the smile faded a little from his lips at the memory of it, though the smile\'s fading could easily be interpreted as his desire to make friends being blown off.  "Can we do something together tonight?  I hardly see you," he asked, reaching forward in attempt to take Kerr\'s hands.
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Re: Duplicity
« Reply #3 on: April 23, 2009, 07:35:18 PM »
Something about the fact that Ben didn\'t wish to have a bar of Jack\'s friendship greatly relieved Kerr and he relaxed, surrendering his hold on the towel knotted at his waist (which wasn\'t really necessary, since it was a beach towel and firmly secured in place) in order for the mortal to hold his hands.  He chuckled, also stepping into his charge\'s personal space as his gaze softened indulgently.

"Well, I\'ve been busy with work, you know that - and we sleep together every day," he pointed out austerely, a twinkle glittering in his eye.  It was true that he always made time to work with Ben every night before he went to work, to give him some advice so that he could work on one of his talents that night while Kerr was at the Chambers, but after he got home at three o\'clock or so (it wasn\'t meant to be that late, but it had crept to four some mornings because there\'d been so much to do) he hadn\'t spent all his time following up with Ben.  He\'d made time for Jack.

Of course, mostly it had been tired hugs and some snuggles in bed before he slept, but these exchanges had been getting increasingly heated.  It had taken less than a week for Kerr to succumb to the temptation of Jack\'s lips and though he\'d endured at least three dawns of only kissing him goodnight - long kisses goodnight, admittedly - that had changed fairly quickly.

The past few dawns had sent both of them into slumber aroused from rolling around together, Jack\'s face flushed pink and Kerr having to come up with some reason or other why they should stop.  Ben feeling his pleasure via their blood bond had been the most frequently used - having him so close, he would know and it disconcerted Kerr, who was smart enough to not allow himself to even get really worked up until his less experienced fledgling was asleep.  Jack had accepted it thus far but he knew that would change; it was getting harder and harder to sleep and the excuses were feeling flimsier and flimsier... to both of them.

"I won\'t spend too long training Ben tonight, how about that?  I\'ll make sure we\'re done by... midnight?" he offered hopefully, his fingers tangling in amongst Jack\'s and playing with the much warmer digits subconsciously.  His expression was so encouraging he was just about batting his eyelashes.

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Re: Duplicity
« Reply #4 on: April 24, 2009, 07:20:52 AM »
Jack was no longer happy with time spent with Kerr if they were sleeping together.  He\'d initially liked it, but now he wanted more, and so when Kerr spoke about sleeping every day together, he pulled a face at the vampire, to let him know it was after a great deal more.  After such an expression and Kerr\'s hopeful promise, he stepped in closer, pressing his forehead to Kerr\'s shoulder.

"I\'ll wait for midnight," he mumbled onto Kerr\'s shoulder, before planting a kiss there to seal his words.  His fingers squeezed Kerr\'s lightly and he nuzzled Kerr\'s shoulder some more before moving his face upward, hoping to be kissed on the lips.
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Re: Duplicity
« Reply #5 on: April 24, 2009, 06:10:29 PM »
Kerr estimated he\'d likely get about four solid hours of training with Ben in before he had to yield to Jack\'s request, but it was better than nothing.  His musings were interrupted by Jack kissing his shoulder and then looking expectantly up at him; instinctively, the vampire glanced beyond him and down the hall.

It was only a minor hesitation of course and his head was almost immediately dipped as he placed a peck upon Jack\'s lips... but the kiss was hasty and almost embarrassed, that very rapid look ahead of himself furtive and worried.  He didn\'t like the fact that he was standing there kissing Jack, just a metre or so from Ben\'s bedroom, and his nervous response made it obvious.

"I\'ll find you then," he murmured with a smile at Jack that didn\'t reach his eyes, before he let the mortal go entirely, stepped around him and continued on his way.  Every moment with Ben counted, so he would waste no time getting to him.  At first, after their big talk, he\'d expected things to alter dramatically somehow and had then been rather resentful, followed by placated that they hadn\'t.  He\'d not yet decided whether their lack of addressing everything he\'d told Ben was a good thing or a bad one but the longer it went on... the more inclined to positivity he became.  It was partly the reason he\'d not indulged in Jack, despite his body\'s urge to do so; if he had a shot in any way with Ben, he didn\'t want to ruin it with Jack.

"Evening," he bade as he walked into the open doorway of Ben\'s room and approached him as casually as he could, his hips rolling in a manner that was almost a swagger as he came to a stop to the side of his fledgling.  "You keen to go into the city or do you want to just bag it tonight?" he enquired, raising his eyebrows.

He wasn\'t sure whether or not he wanted to mention that he was now on a limited time constraint as far as training went tonight... if Ben wanted to go to the next city or to Rome for his hunt, though, Kerr would accommodate it, midnight curfew or not.  That kept his tongue held regarding the matter of their housemate and him simply looking expectantly at Ben, a small smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.

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Re: Duplicity
« Reply #6 on: April 26, 2009, 06:54:37 AM »
Ben had finished the online registration form by the time Kerr entered his room.  He\'d been looking at the last CD he had to install, a typing tutorial that taught a person how to type by playing mini-games, and put the box back down on his desk before turning to look at Kerr near him when the greeting was given.  He returned it, using the same word Kerr used without thinking about it.  He\'d been pondering the meaning behind Jack\'s visit more than he\'d been contemplating the software, and now he looked at Kerr while struggling to think of a response to a very basic question.

"Um," he began, just to fill the pregnant pause, "I don\'t feel like going out," he said, which meant he would be feeding from a blood bag.  Apart from the box which he left on his desk, he swivelled further around in his chair in order to move off it and crouch down in front of it, sweeping up all the CDs he\'d installed already, and making a neat pile of them, intending to store them on the lowest shelf of the bookcase near his desk.
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Re: Duplicity
« Reply #7 on: April 26, 2009, 10:57:43 AM »
Kerr bent to help pick up some of the CDs closest to him, his body occupying space very close to Ben and lightly touching him a couple of times before he held out (or placed on the pile) the few he\'d managed to snag.  It was a quick and silent exercise but he sensed more at work beneath the surface and so, as he straightened, he was very slightly frowning.  He watched Ben start to organise his belongings for a moment, expecting him to say something more but when nothing came, he continued instead.

"So... I\'ll go shower and meet you downstairs for some training when I\'m dressed?" he hazarded, wondering if the unsettled vibes he was picking up coming from Ben had something to do with Jack or simply because he\'d thought of something new with regard to their past relationship.  He always expected there to be something else, given that Ben now knew enough to confidently read the journals he\'d written over the past three years, but that bell had not yet tolled.  So far.  It could be what Ben seemed to be stewing on at the moment... ?

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« Reply #8 on: April 27, 2009, 02:12:08 PM »
"Alright," Ben said simply, trying to shake the feeling of awkwardness from being so close to Kerr.  Before he knew everything, he\'d felt detached, now that he\'d been told the story, he felt misplaced.  He couldn\'t shake the feeling that Kerr was disappointed with him somehow; as though he\'d gone for the big prize and only ended up with a consolation instead.  Perhaps he was reading more into things than he should (and such a thing was typical from him), but it was also possible that he was picking up on Kerr\'s true feelings because of their blood bond.  He knew Kerr wouldn\'t be happy with Jack - because he\'d said as much - but he didn\'t think Kerr would be happy with him either, and he didn\'t want to live an eternity of not quite measuring up.  Dear God, he\'d wanted to be a vampire to give himself an opportunity of bettering himself, it made no sense to try and hold onto another person\'s memory of him.  He was surprised that Kerr hadn\'t told him that he\'d learned another language in the meantime, or a musical instrument, but rather they\'d taken advantage of Kerr\'s money to explore another country (which he would be delighted to do so again, but that wasn\'t his entire goal).
 
He waited until Kerr left him, only giving the briefest of responses, or nods of acknowledgement if Kerr said anything more.  There was little he could say - or that Jack could tell him - that changed his outlook on his situation.  All Jack had managed to do in their forced conversation was to present himself in a negative light.  Ben didn\'t like him, didn\'t like the fact he looked like him, didn\'t like him living with them and didn\'t want anything to do with him.  Being in the same house made it hard, but not impossible, unless Jack insisted on visiting Ben\'s room again.
 
After some time passed, as Ben tidied and brought out one of his first journals to type up (something he\'d written very early on, at the beginning of his teenage years), he realised it was likely a good time to seek out Kerr for training, because it was likely that his sire was out of the shower by now, and waiting for him.  There was an expectancy in the air that Ben couldn\'t ignore, and now he left his room, shutting the door behind himself, and made his way to the lounge, for a session of training - which was getting a lot easier now that he\'d managed to get a lot of the basics down.  Kerr was an excellent trainer, if nothing else.
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« Reply #9 on: April 30, 2009, 04:46:27 PM »
Kerr had had plenty of time to shower and dress in a pair of jeans and a navy blue workman\'s singlet - due in no small part to the fact that Jack had been present when he was dressing and he\'d put on the skimpy top because it showed more than a little of his fine physique and sparked a sheen of lust in Jack\'s mortal eyes that he couldn\'t help but want to encourage... and yield to - before putting his hair in a pony tail and heading downstairs.

By the time Ben appeared, he\'d managed to light a fire in the living room, open up all the bifold doors so that the night air was a strong presence in the room, heat up two bags of blood - human for his fledgling and porcine for him - and be sitting in the living room with the blood in two beautifully-sculpted glasses on the coffee table before him.  He\'d drunk half of his glass and was staring into the fire in a melancholy way, left leg slung up onto the couch, left arm braced upon it and the other leg sprawled out across the carpet, resting on his heel.

He was thinking about Jack and Ben and how awkward the situation in the house was becoming.  He wanted to give Ben time to be comfortable here... but to what end?  So that they might resume their former relationship?  The longer this went on, the clearer it became to him that there was no going back so... what?  Was he therefore waiting for Ben to fall in love with him all over again?  Was he waiting to seduce him?  Why bother when Jack was more than willing; he was eager, in love and completely devoted to him.  Why did he need more?

His thoughts turned in circles, his teeth worrying at the stud in his tongue until his fledgling entered.  He looked up with the ghosts of all he\'d been contemplating dying in his eyes and smiled, inviting Ben to drink before they began.  He\'d put just as much thought into where their training should be focussing as well and he didn\'t bother with small talk as he launched into  a series of increasing probes that he wanted Ben to block.  Now that his fledgling had mastered the art of not projecting his thoughts while remaining open to receiving and sending to his sire, Kerr was determined to strengthen those barriers, build up Ben\'s ability to be undreadable to all but the most highly skilled.

In some ways, he knew it was stupid of him to want to equip his childe with the strength to know when he was looking into his mind and to be able to not just block him but, eventually, to eject him, but something in him was driving him to do it.  Perhaps it was the thought that Ben needed to be impressed by him, enough to want to stay; perhaps it was the thought that there was very little he could do to change Ben\'s way of thinking and that he was just as likely to walk away at any moment (especially since Kerr had officially told him that he was free to do so at any time).  Whatever it was, something was pushing him to equip Ben to be able to withstand the daunting hardships of the supernatural world.

After they\'d workd on repelling for about an hour and Ben was starting to look somewhat fatigued, Kerr switched tactics to finessing.  They had only worked on it a couple of times when in the city together - and always on mortals - but now Kerr challenged Ben to sort through his mind to retrieve a very specific memory - the night he was sired.  He made it relatively simple for his fledgling by bringing the memory to the surface but he paded it with thoughts of previous training sessions with Ben and repelled the young vampire\'s probes every time he felt them.  Again and again, Ben was forced to find other ways into his memories, to learn the topography of Kerr\'s mind, to know where to touch to find memories quickly.

Eventually, he got there and they had a small, horrified (on Ben\'s part) discussion about what had happened to usher Kerr into his undead state.  The sire allowed it, for he knew Ben needed some recuperation time and it was an interesting thing to talk about, but Kerr didn\'t let him rest for long.  He\'d decided that their midnight curfew would be reached with Ben mentally exhausted by all the training he\'d been through, so that whether Jack entered or not, it woukd be a fortuitous time to stop training, lest Ben\'s brain become overloaded.

Their next activity had Kerr testing Ben\'s telekinetic abilities.  Before Jack\'s appearance in their lives, the younger vampire had been showing remarkable acumen for the skill - he\'d not always been able to move things using just his mind, but he\'d certainly been able to shake them.  Had his memory continued along the timeline it should\'ve, he might well have been moving things by now, but Kerr\'s focus was to talk about the process of envisioning movement that was required to get it to happen - followed by Ben attempting to lift the spoon that he mentally brought from the kitchen.

Such a process was arduous and really well above such a young vampire\'s regime of training, but Ben did not give up and he improved steadily throughout the hour they worked on it.  It took a great deal of effort for Kerr to monitor just what was happening in Ben\'s mind and to correct or coach or coax different responses or thought patterns from him that would see him traverse the right one to success.  When he eventually managed to rattle the spoon ever so lightly, it seemed a good time to declare success and to change activities.

The final challenge Kerr had in store for Ben was, on the surface, easy but would prove more challenging the longer he did it; he had to take a sip of blood (Kerr had already topped up his glass with another bag of human blood) and run through all the things they\'d practiced tonight and recognise in himself when he was fatigued.  Basically, his goal was to know what his limits were, how far he could push himself on small amounts of blood and what his body required for elevated functions - and what those elevated functions were, for him.

Really, Ben\'s mental abilities sprang from a great font of natural ability and it had Kerr shaking his head and laughing in wonder as he complimented his fledgling on how much he could do with such little nourishment.  The real test came when Ker introduced a rather startling and very much nastier element to their games; pain and bloodloss.  For Ben to truly understand his body\'s capabilities, Kerr believed he needed to know how fast his body regenerated and how much energy it took him to replenish his resources (again, a test of strength should Ben ever find himself alone, wounded or hunted by those that hated vampires - and there were many in such a cruel and ignorant world, he pointed out).

"Take this knife and cut yourself," he advised Ben, holding out a sharp carving knife to him.  "Don\'t worry about the pain - I\'ll block that for you.  Pay attention specifically to how your body responds to you being hurt and exactly what it takes for you to heal.  I want you to know how much energy you burn and how much blood you\'ll need to replace what is lost.  Should you ever be in a dire situation - and I pray to God you never will - I want you to know yourself so well that you are confident about how you can get out of it.  I won\'t have you being a victim."

It earned him a lot of questioning looks from Ben but his fledgling did as he was asked and monitored how his body coped with the cuts he inflicted on his arm.  It had an unexpected side effect that Kerr hadn\'t anticipated before his \'tough love\' training commenced; the strong scent of his blood\'s blood being let into the fresh air between them was heady and stirred the beast within him.  He watched avidly as Ben cut and healed himself, dulling the pain sensors in the other\'s mind as promised but becoming increasingly blood aroused as the blonde licked himself clean.

Thankfully, the bottom of Ben\'s glass showed up before anything untoward happened and it became clear that their four hour long workout needed to stop.  The best part about it was that Ben now knew his limits so well, that he was the one who recognised it and said as much.  Kerr beamed proudly at him, thoroughly impressed by his love\'s fortitude and mental stamina.  They\'d used quite a few props during their session and he glanced over them bemusedly before grinning at Ben.

"Do you think you\'ve learned a lot tonight?" he queried, wanting to hear the youngling summarise his training in his own words - not because he was necessarily looking for adulation about his training techniques (which seemed questionable at at least one point), but because he was looking for clues about what Ben found difficult and easy and where he should continue to take them from here.  They didn\'t get this amount of time to work intensely with one another on normal nights, so it would help the sire find some future focus for the less lengthy sessions they would have in the future; building the strongest fledgling he could in as short amount a time as possible was his ultimate goal... he just couldn\'t acknowledge that urgency openly.

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Re: Duplicity
« Reply #10 on: May 10, 2009, 03:47:21 AM »
Ben had enjoyed all of his lessons save the final one.  It had been very strange to him, to cut into himself and expect pain, and yet feel none.  The detachment he had as a result to slicing his arm open and then watching it heal, feeling himself growing weak with every cut and heal, had him concerned.  It wasn\'t right to be able to do such a thing to himself and not feel the repurcussions of pain - yet he wasn\'t brave enough to ask Kerr to allow him to feel it either.  It was a good lesson in the respect that he knew and understand his healing process better, and he was grateful that Kerr had been thoughtful enough to teach him it, but he was very glad once it was over, and had no intention of furthering his education in that particular matter.

"I have," he said, nodding and stressing the fact that he was pleased with all that he\'d learned and thankful that he\'d had the opportunity to learn it.  "I\'m exhausted," he admitted.  He\'d had the intention of writing down all his lessons in his journals but didn\'t really want to face such a task anymore.  He could always do it tomorrow night if the prospect wasn\'t appealing a few hours later, either.  He was grinning at Kerr now, excited even though the exhaustion about the progress made.  It might be an exploration of Ben\'s powers the second time around for Kerr, but to Ben himself it was all new, and the fledgling hadn\'t really allowed himself to properly enjoy the task the first time around because he\'d known at the end of it he would be returning to someone he hadn\'t loved anywhere near as much as his trainer.  This time however, he had nothing to feel negative about - until Jack entered the room.

The earthling had been counting down the minutes until midnight, and as soon as the second hand swept to join the two north-facing hands, he stepped into the room where Kerr and Ben sat, making his presence felt by approaching them both and standing before them both, mostly looking at Kerr but sparing a glance or two for Ben who\'d gone stony-faced and wasn\'t meeting his gaze.

"It\'s time," Jack said chirpily, eager to have Kerr to himself.  He hadn\'t had much time with him since Ben had entered the picture, and he had the opinion that if Ben was out of it, Jack would receive a lot more attention.  In this presumption, he was correct.  He plopped himself down by Kerr - if that meant on the seat\'s arm or practically in Kerr\'s lap, then he would do so - and waited for Kerr to wrap things up.  Jack had plans for some adventure tonight, which involved a lot of pleasure - hopefully for him and Kerr both.
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Re: Duplicity
« Reply #11 on: May 10, 2009, 02:46:02 PM »
Kerr\'s question about whether Ben felt he needed extension or revision on any of these things (apart from the telekinesis, which was a given) died as Jack entered the room and captured his attention immediately. His gaze roved over the mortal hungrily, his former arousals stirring again as he saw Jack presented in the way he liked. The way Jack knew he liked... but it didn\'t make the flattery any less appealing for the knowledge that it was somewhat contrived.
 
He watched him until it became difficult to do so - for Kerr had slid along the couch, closer to Ben and still facing him as they\'d worked through the night, so when Jack wedged himself in between the couch\'s arm and himself, it was too hard to look that far over his right shoulder at him. The heat of him was enough and the Irishman took particular and unnamed pleasure in the feel of him pressed against him, his own body the shield between his twin charges.
 
Clearing his throat, Kerr looked at Ben but initially addressed Jack, his voice laden with bemusement even though he supposed he should\'ve looked upon Jack\'s intrusion as a nuisance. Had he and Ben been doing anything other than working he supposed he would have... but why would he and Ben be doing anything else? That was all their relationship was. Work. Training. A burgeoning friendship that was coming about only because his feelings of love and lust for his fledgling were retreating; the farther away he got, the happier Ben was to come forward. Yes, their relationship was hard work.
 
"You\'re lucky everything went according to my plans," he said, his chin slightly angled towards his shoulder to indicate he was talking to Jack. "I told Jack we\'d likely finish about midnight, based on what I wanted to run you through tonight," he explained to Ben gently.
 
It wasn\'t a completely accurate relaying of things but he doubted Jack would pipe up and contradict him - even though he would\'ve just figured out Ben hadn\'t been told he had a limited priority tonight - because it might spoil Ben\'s exit or Kerr\'s mood if there was an argument. He knew Jack well enough to recognise the creature\'s self-serving intentions and know how he would happily manipulate things to his own advantage; why be fazed if Kerr did it for him? The only risk was Jack getting huffy because Ben hadn\'t been told about their date... and Kerr didn\'t think it would matter so long as Jack got what he wanted in the end.
 
"So we could spend some time together on my night off, as well," he clarified, a hand lifting and flicking towards Jack at the word \'we\', indicating that he\'d promised Jack some alone time. It was funny, now that they\'d got to this point, part of Kerr really wanted Ben to object to this dismissal. As much as he was happy to spend time with Jack and he was glad to have pushed through the training part of the evening and was looking forward to relaxing, deep down, he desperately wanted Ben to make some sort of extravagant gesture that would stop that from happening.
 
The part of him that simply wouldn\'t let go of how it once was daydreamed of Ben\'s lips thinning, his eyes flashing with jealousy, his hands bunching into fists at the thought that Kerr was about to spend the rest of the night with Jack. Envisioned him objecting to Jack being there, demanded he be sent away so that they could continue to talk and get to know each other again - they could enjoy the relaxation time and simply... be together. It was in his expression too, he could feel it even as the words died on his lips - the controversial words that just might prompt Ben into blanching and putting a stop to Jack now having priority with his sire.
 
That hope was in Kerr\'s eyes as he watched his fledgling, intent on his reaction... but it died instantly when Ben merely nodded and placidly left the room - seemed grateful to scurry from it, in fact, only pausing long enough to check that Kerr didn\'t want him to take care of some of the washing up he was leaving behind.  Kerr assured him that he would take care of it, an emotion he didn\'t really want to identify burning in his chest as he internally derided himself for hoping.  Told himself what a stupid fool he was.
 
Jack, upon hearing Kerr\'s reply, waited for Ben to be gone from the room before he caught Kerr\'s attention with a derogatory comment about doing housework now.  The vampire turned to him with glittering eyes, his emotions already balancing upon a fine edge of steel within him and challenged him to think of something better.  Jack smirked as he slid his lovely, sinuous self into Kerr\'s lap and began the process of impressing upon the other just how many \'better\' things he really could come up with.
 
The combination of Ben leaving after Kerr had experienced a powerful blood/arousal session with him and Jack\'s sensual intent proved to be too much that night.
 
Jack had barely begun playing his games, had only teased one of his repertoire of wicked teases before Kerr succumbed to him.  He picked him up and carried him to the bedroom that had more or less become theirs.  He kicked the door shut as he entered but what ensued was not blocked in the slightest from the vampire two floors below and some rooms away from them; when Kerr drank ravenously of Jack\'s heady blood, Ben would have felt the distant sensation of pleasure and blood drunkenness stirring within him.  When Kerr tore Jack\'s clothes from his body while he was, in turn, stripped, that pleasure would have been heightened and when Kerr plunged into Jack\'s body until he came with the cry of one who has denied himself too long finally getting what he\'s needed the whole time... Ben felt that release, too.
 
Two other such sensations of pleasure and release would have travelled to Ben, along their blood bond that night and, if he\'d been of a mind to do so, visions of what went on would have been plucked easily and without notice from Kerr\'s distracted, lust-struck mind.  Once his surrender had been secured, Kerr felt there to be no going back and so had not held himself in any sort of check.  It was what Ben expected of him anyway, he\'d rationalised, so why not?  Why not?  These were the guiltless, arrogant thoughts circling his exhausted mind as he also surrendered to the daylight as slumber claimed him at last.