Connections, Money and Secrets [Almaz]

[Mikhail]

So to deduce that Jaxen and Oriena had history required probably about the least amount of detective work in the history of the world. As in, you had to be a class-A moron to not catch the undercurrents. And a class-A moron Mik was not. The power he held flickered around him, bringing the subtle cadence and movements and even smells of the two as they danced around each other, veiled barbs and jabs meant to draw blood. Yeah, two cats, bristling, both believing they were the superior predator, both thinking the other prey.

He had no doubt of the kind of fucking that went on between them. Boredom and arrogance seemed like half their relationship. The hate-fucking- and he had no doubt whatsoever that that was what it had been- what, three times?- probably had truly felt like scoring. Dunking. Checking.

Which was kinda sad, really. I mean fuck yeah, Oriena was hot. He'd bend her over and rail on her for sure. Ditto with Jaxen. He wasn't remotely lying. They both had amazing asses. And maybe the Lady did have a surprise in store. Maybe they'd end up in a threesome. But he doubted it. And frankly, given the games they played with each other- it didn't seem like it would be all that fun, what with the posturing and dick measuring and race to figure out who got stuck with the limp biscuit. No. Not fun at all. More fun when you could relax with people. Enjoy the play even when it hurt.

Though to be fair, he did rather like the way Jaxen leaned over and placed his hand on his knee. With the power in him, he was overwhelmed with heat that radiated from his body, the spicy sweet aroma of cologne and shampoo and product in his nostrils, deep dark eyes filled with playfulness, lips full and moist and inviting... I mean, hey! He was just a man after all. And Jaxen was beautiful in all the right places. 

Ahh, but it was not to be. Just as he gently and sensuously placed the blunt on Mik's lips his eyes flickered to Oriena. A game. Just a fucking game. Yeah, sure, he liked games. And Jaxen was definitely a flirt. But there was something about him that said he was just fucking around. Like some of the bartenders at clubs who led people on, hinting and glancing and saying just the right things. But only a fool believed that they were good to go. Nah, not hired guns like that. Nope. Jaxen liked the attention. And he liked fucking with Oriena.

Now did Mik mind? No. Not really. But he had no desire to be a pawn in their game. He liked games. But not ones where he wasn't actually a player. Not the hate-fuck thing they had going on. Now if he had them as his subs, that would be different. Could be a lot of fun actually. 

And now that he thought about it, he wondered if he could work something like that out. Oriena had seemed indifferent to Ryker despite what he had done. Which totally didn't make sense, on the surface. But his power read on her made her reaction seem legit. She really wasn't angry in the slightest. 

Which maybe meant she might be willing to sub for a bit. It was a common myth that subs were weak or didn't like control. Hah! Not at all. On the contrary, many subs were powerful people in their everyday lives. Ran million and billion dollar companies companies or the lives of millions of people. Nope. For them, the thrill came from relinquishing all control, from being at someone else's mercy, from willingly allowing the dom to rule them. It was a fucking great experience. Subs had all the power in a proper BDSM play. Being a switch, he enjoyed both roles.

Oriena's hand at Jaxen's throat cemented it for him. He took a long drag on the joint, exhaling only after a long ten second wait. The power took on an ethereal edge, images and sounds seeming to take on a sensual form. He could taste the way Jaxen's corded neck dipped beneath her small ivory hand. He could smell Oriena's voice as it purred threat and promise.

And then she filled his eyes as she leaned to take the blunt from his lips. And of course he made sure to check out her cleavage. Hey, she chose what she wore. She wanted to be noticed. He had no problem doing that.

They were quite nice, too, from what he could tell.

He stood then, looking from her, now moving to lounge in a chair, to Jaxen, face a mix of emotions, body turned and ready to leave. He smirked, shaking his head. "Jesus, you two. Almost make me believe in true love." He laughed. "Oh what I wouldn't give to have you in my dungeon with collars on your necks." He looked at Jaxen appreciatively. Oh yeah...definitely St. Andrew's Cross. Then Oriena. Yep, the table for sure. Restraints tight on both. He smiled in a friendly way. It wasn't even remotely a threat. "I'd make sure both of you had the time of your lives." He shrugged, shaking his head sadly. "Too bad."

He downed the last of his drink, winked at Oriena, and followed Jaxen down below. "Let's see who's on the docket for tonight."