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With how bored he was with this party, Gareth was more than happy to entertain the slave. That was, of course, as long as he got some fun out of it too. He spun his glass on the bar for a few seconds, eyeing Danny calmly before Gareth raised an eyebrow, cocking his head slightly. "And just how exactly are you going to be acting out? Trying to hold my hand sure as hell doesn't count."

He was tickled when Gareth shook his hand off. Danny took it away easily enough and gave a lopsided grin. Gareth seemed like the type of master who Danny would love pushing the buttons of and he was determined to test his theory. Gareth was a handsome son of a bitch and Danny wanted to know what he looked like mad. He was willing to bet even more handsome.

"Danny, yeah," he replied. He lifted his beer in a salut to Gareth before taking a drink. He licked his lower lip to catch a stray drop of liquid when he lowered the glass, his eyes on the aswang. "Maybe I was too well behaved to be memorable. I can act out if you want."

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"Nah, I'm not saying shit about how you usually dress." Gareth replied with a small snort, tapping his fingers lightly against his glass. The aswang leaned his arms against the bar, considering the older man right back. He preferred how Raiden usually dressed, obviously, but this wasn't half bad. "Not like I'd have much room to talk, anyway. You've seen how I dress when I'm not forced into this fancy dumb shit." He wrinkled his nose as he glanced down at the outfit he'd picked to wear. "This has Hopper written all over it."

"Don't sell yourself short, Bradbury." Raiden commented on the other wearing pink. The tribrid chuckled into his drink at the notion the younger would think to approach the French councilman knowing how well that wouldn't go. "Start off with something you can handle" He said taking down the rest of the scotch and getting another, before he looked at the Aswang. "That an underhanded criticism on my clothing every other day." He turned more fully to the younger master leaning his arm on the bar his fingers encircling the rim of his newly filled glass. "Trying to offend me in some passive aggressive way." He picked up the glass swirling the liquid in it.

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It was a struggle to keep any amusement off his face once Finn started to react to what he was wearing. Hilarious that he seemed to be so embarrassed by the little bit of cloth barely covering Gareth, considering what Finn himself was dressed in. As far as Gareth was concerned, people would be more likely to stare at his slave. "What? Why the hell would I do that?" He asked, catching Finn's arm so that he could start steering him toward the beach. "It's this or I walk around the beach naked, pudding."

"I'm eager to get this fuckin' over with..." Finn trailed off once he turned and properly looked at what Gareth was wearing now they were outside the house. He pushed the stupid sunhat he'd been using to shield his face a little higher to unblock his view and he made a face as he stared at the little bit of cloth barely covering the aswang. Why Gareth chose to wear that ugly thing... it either was completely on brand for his master or meant to draw more attention to the two of them out in public. His face burned hot from the heat of the sun on them and further embarrassment. "What the fuck is that, Bradbury?" he hissed. "Go fuckin' change."

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If Gareth hadn't already been in a bad mood, then his interaction with Roland would have quickly put him into one. The aswang had left the bar and settled off to one side of the room, leaned against the wall and nursing some blood wine. He'd been watching his slaves move around the room, noting someone hovering around Bradley but not concerned enough to step in and intervene.

It seemed like the same exact man felt like approaching him now and Gareth eyed him silently, not returning the grin. The aswang took a slow sip of his drink before grunting at the question. He vaguely knew this guy, having some knowledge of who he was. "Your sire likes to give his opinion where it's not wanted or needed." Gareth returned coolly, lowering his glass down. "Something he teach you?"

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Staying out of Roland's way only meant Gwyn got a great view of one example of why he wasn't keen to catch his sire's attention any further - and what incredible entertainment it was. The sith had already planned to pick at the brain of Bradley's beau that night, but after such a display he knew there was no chance he could let the ball go by without organizing an encounter with the aswang. If he got a little distracted with Gareth's boy while he knew the other master was busy with Roland, that was no crime. But Gwyn always got his way eventually and by the time the sun was setting, he had the other firmly back in his sights.

"Someone got a chewing out, didn't they?" The sith chimed up, friendly from step one without so much as a greeting. He leaned back against the wall with his cocktail cupped in both hands in front of his face, grinning up at the aswang. "Let me guess... Roland took offense to the state of your boots? Stained cuffs? Or -- oh! I think I have it. He wasn't nagging about you at all, was he?" Poor, poor Finnegan...

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As the night wore on, Gareth was getting progressively more annoyed about this little party the castle had decided to throw. The aswang was all for the more sex themed shit that Krovs came up with, but this was so damn tame and boring. He'd been thinking of leaving for the past hour but had decided to set himself down at the bar, figuring that Finn probably deserved a little more time in that over the top costume that Gareth had pushed on him.

He'd been moodily staring down into his drink when someone walked up next to him, Gareth's attention flickering to the other man briefly. The aswang hadn't had much to do with Roland before now -- just a text exchange about leaving his precious angel alone. Most of his opinion had just been formed from his friendship with Raphael, figuring if the ghoul didn't like Roland that he probably wasn't much worth his time. The man suddenly addressing him and bringing up Finn's outfit had the younger master raising an eyebrow.

"I'm dressing him like that as punishment. Believe me, he could be looking a lot worse than that after the little stunt he pulled." Gareth had actually been letting Finn wear whatever the hell he wanted and then the familiar had decided it was a smart move to punch Raphael. Fucking idiot. "Could have always marked up his face some more, but this seemed like the better option." For now.

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Roland always shone at parties. Outgoing and sociable as he was, he was very much in his element moving from person to person, talking to and entertaining various groups, not to mention dancing. Generally, he was having an excellent time and only assumed that would continue. He'd lost track of Adrasia for a while and Gwyn had so far deftly avoided him (he really was not dressed as he should have been for a ball and Roland was going to give him an earful whenever he got close to him) so Roland was momentarily alone again. It was a good time to get a drink so he walked to the bar and ordered some bloodwine, only noticing Gareth near him once he'd ordered. He'd never interacted with the much younger man face to face, though they had texted a little during Spring Mischief and Roland of course knew who he was. He also was at least pleased to see that he was dressed according to the theme and not in the tasteless clothing the aswang normally wore. Thinking of lack of taste reminded Roland that he had seen Finn go by earlier in the evening and his lip curled in distatse.

"I see you continue to dress your familiar in ridiculous cotton candy frivolities, Monsieur Bradbury. I question the point when a slave should be a reflection of the master, non?" Everything Finn wore lately was utterly tasteless and gaudy and Roland would hesitate to really even call the outfits clothing. Even if it was meant as some kind of punishment for the slave it seemed to be more effective at punishing everyone else who had to see it. "I suppose if you're trying to announce that you have no idea how to dress him then you've succeeded but I can hardly see why you'd want to do that." Roland was being inflammatory on purpose but that was in his nature. It wasn't terribly polite but it was also Roland's opinion and he was never shy about expressing that.

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Gareth had been in a pretty irritated mood the whole night, ever since he'd put on the ridiculous outfit that he'd had to buy for the party. It would have just been easier and less irritating for him if he'd just stayed in the suite and entertained himself with Bradley and Finn, but he was always on the hunt for a third slave and figured maybe someone would catch his eye at the party. No such luck, of course, and the aswang was moodily nursing a whiskey when someone's hand was suddenly sliding into his. Gareth stiffened, his gaze shooting to the slave as he moved to shake his hold loose. "I don't remember, actually. Might need to remind me." He eyed the slave briefly, head cocked. "Danny, right?"

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This, admittedly, was not his kind of party. If not for the freedom to get out of the Undercroft, he wasn’t even sure he’d attend. But Danny had been getting restless as of late and that meant dressing up in whatever was thrown at him and putting on a smile. Smile he did, even if no emotion reached his eyes. It still looked nice on a handsome face and he knew it. 

Danny stood by the bar. He had a drink in one hand and used his free hand to reach up to the cravat tied at his neck. He slid a gloved finger between his skin and the fabric to try and tug it a little looser. He was almost entirely fine with his outfit. Danny would rather be covered than not. But the goddamn cravat was itchy and sensory wise, he absolutely hated it. Everything else? Golden. 

Blue eyes skirted around the ballroom. He knew he was not very popular here and was very settled on the idea of people watching. It was not new to him- it was a preferred activity until he found someone to pique his interest. Danny didn’t have to wait long until his gaze lit on a master he’d had a run in with once before. He slid up next to Gareth and tried to hold his hand.

“You never called me back,” he joked with a lopsided grin, “Was I that bad of a lay?”

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Gareth absolutely hated it when the council decided to throw the more formal parties. Given that his usual outfit typically consisted of sweats and a tshirt, he was way out of his comfort zone with the whole Regency bullshit and had been irritable since putting the damn getup on. Which meant, at least for now, that he was dealing with his frustrations by drinking. What Gareth hadn't expected was for Raiden to suddenly approach him and the aswang blinked at the older man before he snorted. "Finn's the one who can pull off the pretty pink look, not me. Think everyone by now knows who in the hell he belongs to." After all, his slave had bear claw marks down his face, courtesy of his dumb ass attempt to escape the one time. "Nah. Save that shit for when he maybe really pisses me off." He shrugged, taking another swallow of beer. "Lookin' good in that suit, Raiden."

"Where's your pink at? Not going to match your little princess." Raiden said sliding up next to the aswang next to the bar. "How's anyone going to know who he belongs to if you don't make it clear." The much older councilman teased. "Keep following him around like a lost fucking dog and still haven't learned anything." He hummed sipping his scotch with amusement. "What's your next big play. Ask Gaudet to augment your slaves?"

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Gareth absolutely hated this bullshit party.

Not one to dress up in even a suit unless someone twisted his arm enough, the regency get up wasn't something he'd been looking forward to putting on. Too many layers, constricting, too damn formal. The aswang had just straight up thought about staying in the suite and actually enjoying himself somewhere else, but had begrudgingly decided to attend the event only a few days before the whole thing started.

His annoyance with the theme of the party was probably why he'd gotten a little...extra with Finn's costume. If he was going to be miserable, he sure as shit was going to make sure his slave suffered in some way too. He'd left the familiar alone for the beginning of the night to take out his frustrations on an unclaimed slave, something he hadn't done in awhile. It had made Gareth feel marginally better and once he'd left the human, he'd tracked down Finn easily. Not hard to miss, considering all the pink. The aswang stopped just behind his slave, eyeing the outfit before his gaze narrowed a bit. "...Think I might have gone a little bit overboard this time, honey pot."

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Gareth really hadn't had any plans to go on vacation until a few days ago, when he'd been eyeing Finn dressed up in some bright pink skimpy lingerie and thought it might be fun to show him off to the real world. Oh, he'd known that the familiar was going to hate it, but that, as always, made things even more fun for the aswang. Gareth had picked out all the outfits that Finn would need for the trip and then practically dragged him out of the castle so they could start having fun. The look on his slave's face when he said that had been enough to tell Gareth that Finn very much disagreed with him and he'd had to stop himself from laughing hysterically.

It had only seemed right to take advantage of the beach right outside the rented house -- that was, of course, after a long night of sex in pretty much every room of the house. Gareth had woken up this morning in a clearly cheerful mood, whistling as he'd practically hopped out of bed. He'd shoved the swimsuit at Finn with instructions to get dressed and then grabbed his own before heading toward the bathroom. It would have been easy to just change right then and there, but he really wanted to see the look on Finn's face when he caught sight of what his master would be wearing to the beach.

It was basically a red thong, the front leaving very little to the imagination and the back showing off his ass. Not something that Gareth would normally wear and not exactly comfortable, but there had been a variety of reasons that he'd picked it. He'd taken his time changing and leaving the bathroom, strolling slowly through the house and laughed at Finn's snappy little reply as Gareth neared him. "So you're that eager to go and show off for people today, puppy?"

Finn had been surprised when Gareth told him they were going on a trip away from the castle until he realized it was likely a way to show off how he dressed the familiar to the outside world. Fuckin' great. It was one thing going around Krovs as Gareth's walking talking Barbie doll where hardly anyone cared, it was another going out into the real world like this. As usual, his protests were ignored, pink suitcases were packed for him, and off they went for a "relaxing" vacation in the Bahamas.

They arrived and settled into the rented house last night, obviously starting things out by christening the place they'd be calling home for the next few days. It really was a problem where even when Finn wanted to tear Gareth's head off he still couldn't keep his hands off the obnoxious aswang who owned him.

Today was officially the start of their vacation with their agenda set for a day at the beach and a fairly early dinner before an evening activity. Finn stood near the front door shockingly waiting for his master to finish getting ready. He bit at his gel manicured nails dressed in the swimsuit, sheer robe he was holding closed around himself like his life depended on it, black tote bag with a fluffy pink beach towel and other shit for a day at the beach, and everything else Gareth pulled out for him earlier this morning. His hot pink hair was tied in a sleek low ponytail down the length of his back and face done up in a more natural look, which didn't really ease any feelings of how ridiculous he looked about to step out onto the very public beach literally right outside their house.

"Took you fuckin' long enough," Finn grumbled at his master when he finally showed. He turned for the door. "Let's get this shit over with."

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It wasn't often that Gareth did this, much preferring to be on the receiving end, but Finn was actually being good for once so he'd decided to give him a reward. Something that the familiar was clearly enjoying, if the slave's thighs tightening around him was anything to go by and the aswang hummed softly. He pulled back just a bit to tease his tongue against the piercing, aware of just how sensitive Finn could be, the hand at the base of the slave's cock starting to move, stroking him in slow, languid movements. Gareth's own gaze moved up to lock for a brief second with his slave's, rolling his eyes at him before he focused back completely on what he was doing.

The aswang's hand once again settled at the base as he flattened his tongue against the underside of Finn's cock, quickly taking all of him and stilling. Gareth's free hand moved, fingers tapping lightly against Finn's hip in a silent indication that he could start fucking his mouth if he wanted to.

Finn pressed his lips together in a tight line and glared down at the aswang, not bothering to validate that statement with a response though maybe the silence said more than anything. Gareth wasn't wrong (not that he'd admit it out loud) that Finn held an attraction for a certain type of man; strong, good-looking, a little (or a lot) toxic, and some kind of asshole. Usually those ones were the best for a good time not a long time and boy did the familiar like having a good time in bed with someone capable of throwing his exact body weight around. Still didn't mean he liked how he had to dress these days.

He grunted when they rolled over and he bent his spread knees up slightly around Gareth's body as his master moved down his own. Finn let out a sigh here and there, eyes fluttering closed and hips rolling up off the bed slightly with every kiss leaving heat under his skin. His gaze landed on the aswang not usually between his legs like this and he audibly gasped out loud once that wet heat engulfed his pierced member. Usually Finn was on the giving end instead of receiving with this sort of thing and not just with Gareth; odd how he didn't mind this turn of tables.

"Fuck, that feels good," he breathed out. He closed his fists around the satin sheets beneath him, his thighs clenched and unclenched around the aswang, toes curled in the glass heels. The whole time his gaze remained on Gareth watching him as he worked intently. "Think this is a much better use for your mouth than spewin' stupid shit."

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The familiar's body tightening around his cock was just what Gareth needed to cum, the aswang thrusting a few more times as he rode out his own orgasm. His grip was tight on Finn, hard enough to leave bruises, but those would heal quickly enough. Something that Gareth was tempted to take care of when they got home, enjoying seeing his marks all over his slave's body, but that was a concern for later.

Even after he was spent, Gareth stayed buried in Finn's body for a bit longer, the aswang's own breathing hard. He wet his bottom lip as he stared down at his slave, a little glimmer of satisfaction in the younger man's eyes as he took in just how ruined Finn looked. "Little bit." Gareth replied with a careless shrug, leaning down to kiss his slave for a few seconds, teeth worrying at the older man's bottom lip. "Depends. You need to rest up before we leave?"

Finn didn't need to be told twice, not with how perfectly Gareth fucked and sucked him. He came hard with a cry, bucked his hips underneath the aswang as he rode out his orgasm while ribbons of white shot over both their stomachs. Stars blinded his vision and Finn wasn't sure if his eyes were closed or not as everything went dark. Only when those violent waves of ecstasy stopped did the familiar go slack beneath Gareth, legs and hips flopping down in the couch cushions. He wasn't unconscious though, he knew that much. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears though it sounded slower than normal. It faded soon enough as the club music came back to the forefront and his vision back with it on the sight of some of the other party guests watching them. He rolled his head straight once the wounds in his neck healed and then his eyes up to meet the aswang's gaze again, still panting heavily to catch his breath.

"Li'l hungry tonight?" the familiar slurred with a lazy grin pulling at his lips. He'd recover from the blood loss soon enough. "This mean we can go 'ome now?"

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The aswang brought the paddle down a few more times until Bradley's ass was bright red, Gareth enjoying every little cry and whimper that left his boyfriend. He tossed the paddle aside carelessly and patted his hand against one sore cheek, moving to stand properly behind Bradley. The master grasped the faerie by the hips, completely stopping him from rocking them forward to get the relief he was obviously craving. "I didn't give you permission to do that, babe."

The anticipation of the next hit had Bradley practically squirming against the bench, his whole body tense as he waited for the harsh slap of the paddle. He cried out as it was brought down against his reddened ass cheeks, his cock throbbing and leaking against the bench, his precum smearing against the hard surface. "Fuck, that's it.." Bradley moaned, soft and breathless as he tried to rub his cock against the bench with the very limited movement he had. "Hurt me, Daddy.."

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"Oh, believe me, I'm trying. The problem is finding any stock that would actually be interesting enough to put in the effort for." Gareth had gotten picky with the slaves he fucked around with now, after the whole mess of claiming Silver. He made a face at the thought of his former slave and then chuckled. "I do my best. Would you even be interested in claiming another pet? Other than Morozov, I mean."

“You could always do us a favor and bring in some interesting stock soon,” Raphael suggested. “Just be sure to do your thorough research before snatching a pretty boy up, not that I can recall any times you’ve disappointed.”

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"Something like that." Gareth replied, looking immensely pleased once he had Ransom down on his knees in front of him. Something that sure as hell wouldn't have happened if he didn't have that collar around his neck, but it was no less satisfying to see the former chief of police brought low. The threat had him raising his eyebrows at the dragon before Gareth began to laugh. "I don't think I have to worry. Raph doesn't strike me as the type to lose control over a toy once he gets his hands on it." He stepped closer, unzipping his pants and tugging them down along the way. When he spoke next he once again laced that persuasion through his voice. "Suck my dick. And no teeth, either, just want to see how good you are at this, pumpkin."

"What, play dress up with your little pets." He spat before the command came and much as he tried to fight it, and he did try, but one by one each knee hit the ground despite himself. His jaw clenching. The wards he had rendered useless by the fucking collar around his neck. There was definitely going to be a good amount of humiliation for him before getting to Raph and he was sure the ghoul was aware of it and had a way to keep him from seeking out revenge. Something Ransom would do the minute he could. The wrathful dragon never one to do anything smart. Anger and aggression forward. "You better fucking hope he never loses his grip on me." Gareth was smart enough to know who he was talking about as he glowered up the aswang.

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Gareth stared right back at Kaden, that smug smile still on his lips, clearly not at all put off by the unimpressed look on the other man's face. He shifted around in the car a little, shoulders raising in a shrug at the question. "Late to meet up with someone. No real point to these speed limits unless someone else is on the road with me." The aswang's gaze fell briefly to Kaden's hand when the chief held it out. "Right, yeah, just give me one sec..."

As if. Considering this to just be a waste of time, Gareth acted for a brief second like he was actually going to grab his license and registration...only to slam on the gas as hard as he could. "See you later, idiot." He called out the window, laughing and waving as he drove off as quickly as possible.

Kaden silently stared at the younger man with his signature deadpanned expression for a long beat. It sure didn't take Gareth long to remind the fortunately incredibly patient kresnik how childish and arrogant many of the masters in this place were.

"No," he finally said. "You were goin' at least 20 over the speed limit. What's the rush for?" He held out his hand. "License and registration, Bradbury."