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“Well shit, that’s not patronising at all!” Blue eyes rolled and the slave gave a sigh “Nothing little about me, sir.”

“Maybe not.” he said and smirked “But it still sounds better than a New Yorker like me.” The blue eyed slave gave a small chuckle. “Man, I’d love to be able to pull that accent off.” he grinned.

“Well technically I’m only telling you to go to hell if you’re calling me a slave, in which case, yes, I’d say it’s fine.” James chuckled and gave a small shrug.

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James smirked as he was pulled in, his hand moving to Daithi’s shoulder as the master leaned in and bit his neck “I know.” he said and chuckled as he was pulled in to the older mans lap “Yeah, except the attitude problem!” Chuckling louder, his hand slipped down the masters chest “And the hard fucks.”

Daithi wrapped an arm around Jimmy’s waist and pulled him in, biting at the skin of his neck. “I didn’t say you had to go. I said you didn’t have to cook for me,” he muttered, turning his blue eyes to stare up at James as he tugged him into his lap. “I’m hard to handle?” he scoffed, teasing smirk on his lips. “I’m perfectly well behaved.”

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James looked sideways at the other slave and took in the bruises, smirking “Looks like you had a tough time yourself!” he said as he walked closer to the other man and sighed “So who beat you then?” James outstretched his hand, but thanks to the wounds on his shoulder, it wouldn’t extend the whole way and it made him flinch a bit “I’m Jimmy.”

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James was told to get out  and he was happy to oblige, he left with his shirt in his hand and his laces untied, just wanting to get out of there. Covered in bruises and scratches, he sucked in a breath as he tried to pull his shirt on, his body aching, making him flinch. His chest and back red from where the belt struck him and all he could do was grin and bare it. Being a slave sucked.

“Well that was a master I’d prefer not to see again.” he grumbled as he headed down the corridor, wanting to get back to his room as soon as possible, wishing he didn’t have to share it with three other people.

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James looked at Theo and sighed, his shirt sitting on his back stung a little, but he could handle it, he’d felt worse. The slave shrugged ���No Theo, he was a perfect gentleman.” he arched his back, hoping to keep the material from any welts and walked down the corridor “I’m fine, and If I have complaints, I know to go to Pacey.” Sighing, Jimmy smiled, it was a pathetic excuse for a smile, but all he could manage “Theo, I’m fine... I’ve had worse.”

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James was told to get out  and he was happy to oblige, he left with his shirt in his hand and his laces untied, just wanting to get out of there. Covered in bruises and scratches, he sucked in a breath as he tried to pull his shirt on, his body aching, making him flinch. His chest and back red from where the belt struck him and all he could do was grin and bare it. Being a slave sucked.

“Well that was a master I’d prefer not to see again.” he grumbled as he headed down the corridor, wanting to get back to his room as soon as possible, wishing he didn’t have to share it with three other people.

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“Maybe not.” he said and smirked “But it still sounds better than a New Yorker like me.” The blue eyed slave gave a small chuckle. “Man, I’d love to be able to pull that accent off.” he grinned.

“Well technically I’m only telling you to go to hell if you’re calling me a slave, in which case, yes, I’d say it’s fine.” James chuckled and gave a small shrug.

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“Michaels.” he winced and gave the same sympathetic smile to the other slave, holding out his hand, but his arm wouldn’t stretch the entire way, the lacerations on his shoulder pulling, stinging, and James had to retract it “Apparently his fists didn’t do the job so he brought the whip out, I suppose I’m just glad he didn’t fuck me.” he said and smirked.

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James was told to get out  and he was happy to oblige, he left with his shirt in his hand and his laces untied, just wanting to get out of there. Covered in bruises and scratches, he sucked in a breath as he tried to pull his shirt on, his body aching, making him flinch. His chest and back red from where the belt struck him and all he could do was grin and bare it. Being a slave sucked.

“Well that was a master I’d prefer not to see again.” he grumbled as he headed down the corridor, wanting to get back to his room as soon as possible, wishing he didn’t have to share it with three other people.

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James nodded “Yeah, I know, big bad MacNamara doesn’t need anyone.” he shrugged shoulders “It’s habit, but if I’ll leave you alone if you’d prefer, just try not to drink on the meds, you’re kind of hard enough to handle as it is.” he said with a small smirk.

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“Hey, you could be creepy for all I know.” James grinned and shook his head “Well, that, or a serial killer.” he chuckled and looked at the master as he said he learnt to remember things. “Well then you must have a good memory. And It’s James, but I prefer Jimmy, and you now owe me a burger and fries, and a few beers, so pay up!”

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“Wrong,its’ the language of lurve.” James smirked and then chuckled “Yeah, that’s what most people do after they hit me, but I’ve only let Diathi MacNamara fuck me so far, and I don’t plan on bottoming for anyone but the bosses, so, you could try, but man, I’d fight.”

James grinned “What the fuck does un peu mean? Because if you’re calling me a slave, you can go to hell!”

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“I don’t know what the hell you just said, but it was beautiful.” James grinned and then stopped, he’d been beaten not too long ago and didn’t really want another one, so he stopped approaching, shrugged shoulders and sighed “Maybe not, but it wasn’t really an order, it was a request. And if you fancy agreeing to more requests, we could always go back to your office and I’ll bend you over the desk.” he grinned “What, it’s worth a try, only worked once though, most hit me for it.”

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James was told to get out  and he was happy to oblige, he left with his shirt in his hand and his laces untied, just wanting to get out of there. Covered in bruises and scratches, he sucked in a breath as he tried to pull his shirt on, his body aching, making him flinch. His chest and back red from where the belt struck him and all he could do was grin and bare it. Being a slave sucked.

“Well that was a master I’d prefer not to see again.” he grumbled as he headed down the corridor, wanting to get back to his room as soon as possible, wishing he didn’t have to share it with three other people.

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James hadn’t really noticed the other man at first, he was moving to the big glass windows, thinking of home and the porch he used to sit at in thunderstorms, but then he got too close, and clearly disturbed the other, though it wasn’t till he spoke that James realised he was a master, and french too “French? Wow thats hot.” Smirking, he walked closer “Say something else.”

Antoine looked up from his novel as someone stopped in front of him, his brow raising slightly in curiosity. “Oui?”

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“Well I can’t do that justice, Bellamy’s the big guy on top, but I could always order you a macdonalds, that’s got to be close, right?” he asked, joking as he served up the pasta and put the plate in front of the master. “Eat up, then we’ll get you changed and get you in to bed.”

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“Oh really? I might have to stay callin’ you enigma.” he smirked back and then chuckled “I want to be satisfied and I don’t like being disappointed.” he said with a small grin until he heard what the other man did and he got confused “Wait, so... you work for the Italians and the MacNamara’s? Doesn’t that get confusing?” he asked. “If it were me I’d be all scatter brained, and forget who I told what.” That was probably a lie, James was smarter than he let on, he had to be to get in to the police academy, but if people were smart enough to make that connection, they’d see through his act anyway.

“Cyrus? Well I haven’t heard of you, but that could be a good thing.” he admitted and he looked at the hand before reaching for it, shaking it firmly “Okay, well in that case, I like burgers and fries, or pizza, but that seems a little to Italian for some lately.” he gave a chuckle “Sorry, my sense of humour isn’t always great with it’s timing.” he looked at the other man and smiled “So what do you do here Cyrus? I’m a sort of.. police liaison.”

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“Maybe that’s true, but you’re speaking with a mouthful of food, so clearly you’re hungry and you agree with me.” James smirked and then gave a chuckle “Chicken and Chorizo bake, you’ll like it, even if it is kind of italian.” He shrugged and looked at Daithi “Do you cook? Or just order from the restaurant downstairs?” he asked, moving to the master as the food cooked, nudging the mans legs apart and stepping between them. “What’s your favourite thing to eat?”

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“Cyrus? Well I haven’t heard of you, but that could be a good thing.” he admitted and he looked at the hand before reaching for it, shaking it firmly “Okay, well in that case, I like burgers and fries, or pizza, but that seems a little to Italian for some lately.” he gave a chuckle “Sorry, my sense of humour isn’t always great with it’s timing.” he looked at the other man and smiled “So what do you do here Cyrus? I’m a sort of.. police liaison.”

“You want to borrow me? You mean rent me right? Well, that would cost whatever the boss says, I don’t really know, but it would cost me, a night with someone who isn’t the boss, in which case, I don’t bottom!” James said with a shrug “I’m Jimmy, not sure we’ve met.”

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“You want to borrow me? You mean rent me right? Well, that would cost whatever the boss says, I don’t really know, but it would cost me, a night with someone who isn’t the boss, in which case, I don’t bottom!” James said with a shrug “I’m Jimmy, not sure we’ve met.”

The funny thing about information is how complicated it can be. One minute, information could be worth millions. The next minute? It could be worth nothing. Which is why Cyrus wanted to know everything he could about the Tower incident. And he had a plan to do it. “So…Lets say I wanted to borrow you for the night. How much would that cost you?” Cyrus asked the other. For once, he didn’t wear his scowl. Which should be a warning for the person he’s talking to.