Power Play [BxBxB]

Met was right to think that they were fucked. Jade was not going easy on them, not even a little bit.

Met wondered how he could be so calm about everything, not a hair imperfectly out of place. He was so collected all the time.

He was way too calm which either meant he had a PhD in the performing arts or he really wasn't interested.

Met was not the type to force anyone into something they didn't want but he wasn't taking the latter for an answer. It was in the way Jade stared at them when he didn't think they were looking, he saw the curiosity and the longing that was always masked when he was in control. If there wasn't any indication at all that Jade was interested, it would have hurt a whole lot more but they would have left him alone. Jade wanted them, his eyes gave out way too much, and that was their ray of hope. Please just give us this chance.

Well, after they escaped this torturous hell of a week of course. Jade had been pushing all the buttons they didn't even think they had, at least Met was sure of that of himself. What he walked in on today would have his blood hot like a furnace, he was just going to watch it unfold.

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It was the middle of the week and dusk had already done it's bidding. Sean's poison and cure sat in front of him, regarding him like a tiger would, its prey. Jade's eyes alone so lethal they knocked the air out of his lungs.

"Come here," Jade's index finger gestured his words.

Sean knew he was powerless. He also knew he had no memory of taking a few steps forward until he was right in front of Jade, awaiting instruction. It had been this tantalizing game of push and pull for half the week. It was so fucking hard. Just like he was right now.

Jade slid off the chair and drew up his hands from Sean's torso to his shoulder, squeezing gently where he stopped. Sean went rigid in a second as he did this.

"I won't succumb Jade, I won't," he said, sounding like he was trying to convince himself  instead.

Jade was slowly circling him now, touching everywhere but where he wanted it the most.
Slowly pitching a tent and yearning for a hand that completely ignored him.

"I admire your resolve Sean, I really do, but I'm not done with either of you yet, not by a long shot," he paused. "So many cards up my sleeve, you'd like to see them wouldn't you?"

Sean inwardly cursed himself for nodding despite agreeing with his mind that the safest option would be the opposite.

Jade closed his eyes and hummed so low it warmed Sean's blood. "Mixed signals, mixed signals. That's okay too, you're so beautiful when you yield for me."

The whimper that escaped Sean had him reaching out to grab the closest thing that wasn't Jade. If Met wasn't blowing away this chance then he sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to fuck it up.

Even now that his knees had been turned to jelly with a few fucking words, he'd hold his own. And so he reached for the chair where Jade had been sitting.

He didn't hear the sharp intake of breath as he settled himself, but Jade did, and caged him in his seat.

"We've got company," he sounded delighted and Jade sounding delighted meant more trouble for him.

Here was the thing about Jade torturing you. You were hanging on by a thread and extremely close to losing but heck if you didn't want it, didn't want more, didn't want him teasing you until you couldn't see straight.
It was frustrating not to come but it was the most addictive thing, only after Jade himself and he couldn't help himself.