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[ He stands by the window, staring out at the city. There are no lights on in the room. He likes the dark. The only source of light is the tiny ember glowing at the tip of his cigarette, and it glows just enough to cast a shadow on his face, defined and enhanced by the light from the city outside.

He is shirtless, having draped his coat and shirt and tie unceremoniously over a chair earlier. It's hot. Not too hot, but just hot enough to be more comfortable without.

Tattoos snake up his back and arms, across his shoulders and up his neck, barely visible in the gleam from the city. They chain him to the city, mark him as a creature of it, born from it, made for it, one with it.

He exhales a stream of smoke and it hovers around his face before dissipating into the air. ]

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[ Isaac takes his time coming to the apartment. There's a stone on the way, you see, and he can't help but haphazardly kick it along which makes his pacing that much slower. By the time he gets through the door, he sees that Jack is already shrugged out of his jacket and shirt, the way his tie is mussed, draped over it in a careless manner.

Isaac reaches up to the red stub of his cigarette and plants it into the table beside him quickly, rubbing it out before it can breathe and catch. ]

You're early.

[ For once. ]

[He slowly reaches up and takes the cigarette from his mouth, turning his head only slightly to acknowledge Isaac's comment. He looks back out the window and breathes the smoke out in a long plume.]

That a problem?

No.

[ He shuts the door slowly behind him, feeling the knob click into the place, listening to the low hum of the lights outside. It's dark, but he doesn't even move to brighten the room. It's better like this, better flooded in a near-moonless sky with city lights bleeding in and over Jack's face and along the lines of smoke from between his lips.

Isaac reaches a hand up idly and fondles the deadbolt, as if contemplating it, before pushing it in. ]

Just wasn't expecting you to be particularly early. I'm impressed.

[Jack takes one last pull on his cigarette. He contemplates what's left of it. Then he holds his left hand open and presses the end of the cigarette into it, putting it out on his palm.

He doesn't even flinch, he simply exhales the smoke he's been holding inside onto his hand, clearing away the ash. He flicks the butt away from him, across the room, and turns to face Isaac.]

So happy to finally meet your rigorous standards.

[His voice is flat, edged with steel. He doesn't sound happy at all, but he doesn't sound particularly angry either. Still, it's a dangerous place, because he could easily be tipped over into anger.]

[ Sometimes Isaac believes that this is the best way to do business. If the blood isn't hot, it's congealing on the floor. Dead. Cold. He watches the motion with a vague boredom before his eyes flick over to meet Jack's face. ]

More like common courtesy, but sure.

[ He walks over to the window now, dropping his coat somewhere haphazardly.

It lands on a chair and slides down in a puddle of blue. It smells like rain, a soft drizzle from about ten minutes ago.

("Fucking rain.")

Jack is not daunting, ambitious and broad in the shoulder with large hands and the smell of smoke and whiskey and the sea clinging to him like ghosts, but he is hardly frightening to Isaac. Most might say stay away, he'll strangle you.

Luckily, Isaac likes the strangling. ]

[Jack's gaze follows Isaac unblinkingly.

His hand twitches ever so slightly, already missing having a cigarette to hold. He compensates by turning and putting it up against the cool glass, stilling it.]

Courtesy.

[He growls the word low in his throat.]

If you say so.

[Courtesy does not equal obedience, and he realizes that, but it reminds him too strongly of kindly doing favors, kindly doing jobs and completing tasks and all from the kindness of your heart.

It's too close.

Too fucking close.

The hand on the window balls into a fist.]

[ Isaac gives him a shrug, his eyes following his hand, the line of his arm back to his shoulder to his throat to his clenched jaw in the way the words come out, sharp. If you say so.

Isaac knows.

More importantly, Jack knows and it is a large and ugly scar, a wound across his pride and freedom and he loathes it.

What they wanted most was to make Jack a weapon. With his knowledge, they have only created one that could take them down just as well as their enemies. ]

Now spit it out.

Fucking Tenenbaum bitch.

[The words spit out of his mouth, clipped and full of restrained rage. It's what's been nagging in his mind all day. It's what brought him here so early, it's why Isaac's remark stung so much.]

Thinks because I owe her one she can order me around.

[He says it through gritted teeth. What galls him most is that she can order him around because as much as he hates it, he needs her help. Without the Sisters and their little mother hen, he can't take down Atlas. He won't even be able to get close. He needs her help and she is taking advantage of him and he is going to kill her for it.]

[ Isaac knows it as soon as the first syllable leaves Jack's lips. he leans against the wall near the window, rides the flood of anger in his words and in the shape of his hand against the window.

Jack is tired of being a puppet. Tired of being used.

Anyone would be, but Jack has taken it for too long.

Isaac wets his lips slightly and edges closer now, toes the line of their personal space. ]

Then she's the enemy too. We'll get her.

Damn straight we will.

[He says it through clenched teeth, punctuated by his fist pounding into the glass almost hard enough to break it but not quite.

He turns to Isaac and in a fast, fluid motion he reaches out and grabs the end of his tie and forcefully drags him closer before turning him and slamming him up against the window, holding him there as he presses close, speaks to him in a low growl with their faces so close they can smell the cigarettes on each others' breath.]

In the meantime, those little girls of hers are going to be target practice.

[ Isaac has learned quickly how to react to the sudden lashing out of Jack's hand, the feeling of his fingers fisted in his tie, pushing him into the cool glass now. He just lets go, becomes fluid and lets his hand shove his weight against the glass, cool against the nape of his neck.

He breathes out, and it becomes a laugh. They are close enough that Isaac can feel the words on Jack's teeth and tongue, so close. So close. ]

Give me the time and place...

[ Isaac leans in that much more, as if baited. ]

I'll be there.

[The edges of his mouth quirk upwards for a moment before it turns into a wild grin that splits his face. Slowly he slides the knot upwards, toward the hollow in Isaac's throat. As he begins to gradually strangle Isaac, he whispers harshly.]

One step at a time. We need to let her think we're helping her. But on the side...

[He leans in and scraps his teeth against Isaac's jaw and murmurs against his skin, nipping on certain words.]

...the little gatherers won't be as safe as they think they are.

[ Isaac's breath catches in his mouth when he feels the tightening of his tie, the pleasant press against the hollow of his throat. Eyes finding Jack's, there is (and always will be) a gentling smile on his mouth. ]

Whatever you say,

[ He huffs out roughly through his nose. ]

Whatever you want.

I want...

[He growls it deep in his throat into Isaac's ear. He tightens the tie almost too tightly, choking him fully for a moment.]

...you...

[And he pulls again, but this time he's hooked his fingers around the knot so that he pulls it loose, snapping it away from Isaac's neck and throwing it aside.]

...out of that fucking shirt.

[ He can't help it, he laughs. Laughs when it grows tighter and laughs when Jack snaps his favorite tie (the blue one) free of his neck and lets it fall to the ground between them. ]

Consider it done.

[ With that, Isaac tugs the shirt off, and it's a simple affair, pushing buttons from their catches and shrugging it off of his shoulders as he leans in to take Jack's mouth with his. ]

[Jack lets Isaac kiss him, putting his hands up against the glass on either side of Isaac's head, putting his weight against him, trapping him.

He starts to kiss back, hungrily, forcefully, taking Isaac's bottom lip between his teeth and biting and pulling before sinking back into the kiss.]

[ He pulls from Jack's mouth only when he has to yank the undershirt from his chest and over his head briefly. The glass is cold against his spine, all scars and lattices. It makes him arch a little, pressing into his mouth again with fingers smoothing over his shoulders.

Isaac will always give as good as he gets--it's only fair he bites his lip back, tugs coyly against the lush of his lower lip and starts to trail his hands up to rake through his hair. ]

[He growls softly at the bite, then more forcefully as he presses a hand against Isaac's chest, clawing at it and pushing Isaac back into the glass further.

But as he kisses him hard, grinding his hips against Isaac, at some point he changes his mind and pulls back. His other hand grabs Isaac's jaw and he grins, wild and hungry.]

Bed. Now.

[ Isaac's heart pounds wildly, the thrill of fingers almost bruising against his jaw, his lips raw. They fumble in the general direction of the bed, Isaac half-dragging and Jack half-pulling by their belts and the waistbands.

He's pulling Jack's belt free already between kisses, fingers deftly working them through the loops and undoing the clasp to shove them down his hips frantically. It's a give and take, one that hinges off of skin and a hot gun. Jack has grown ambitious. With every blow to his head, every subtle manipulation of his mind, he grows more and more furious, aiming to get out of his cage, aiming to be owned by no one.

Isaac supposes that is what he likes best about him.

Jack strives to become his own man and will become it. Isaac himself will see to it, presses it into a kiss, that quiet promise, makes it bruising. ]

[Once, Jack was content to be who he was and no more. He was content to be a lackey, a right-hand-man, but no more. With the revelation of his existence came an insatiable need to be more, to be better, to be greater. He is hungry, always hungry.

And right now Isaac gets the full force of that hunger as he pulls down Isaac's pants, practically tearing at them to get them off.

Once they're naked he shoves Isaac backward, hard, with no regard for his balance or well being.

Get on the bed, bitch.]

[ He takes the fall in a surprisingly graceful sort of way, like a man that's used to tripping backwards, to being tossed around. The bed protests a bit at the abrupt weight. He shifts on the mattress, cool sheets against his skin as he looks up at him flushed with anticipation.

It's a fire that burns slowly at first, starts with the smallest spark, begins, feeds, grows. It's a wildfire that burns between them, destructive and hungry to consume it all and Isaac reaches up to grab his arm and tug him down fiercely.

We go together. ]

[He's pulled down but only on his own terms. Jack straddles Isaac and pushes him down again, into the mattress, his hand flat against the man's chest, pinning him there as Jack leans down and bites at Isaac's neck.]

[ he bares his throat more than willingly, the pressure of his hand against his chest rendering him somewhat breathless. he murmurs out his name, a quiet thing of respect past his lips as he shifts, practically arches against his teeth. ]

[A soft growl escapes him as he bites, not very gently at all, but he licks and sucks at the marks he makes. When he's tired of that he moves back up to kiss Isaac's mouth again, fierce and hungry.]

[ Isaac's mouth is on his, fingers moving up to hold his face close for a brief moment. He slides them down his neck and shoulders, digs his fingers into the skin.

Nothing they ever do is gentle, maybe another place, another time, they might have been, but here, ferocity and crudeness and cigarette smoke get you places. ]

[It's their way of life, old habits like well-trodden paths. As Isaac digs his fingers into Jack's skin, the hand not planted on Isaac's chest travels down, scraping at Isaac's side until it finds its way to his cock and gripping it with a rough, callused hand.]

[ he feels the bluntless of jack's nails against his skin, scraping every dip of his ribs and marking him arch just a bit more until he feels himself taken into his palm, stroked in a way both kind and unkind. isaac bucks his hips up just a bit, meeting him stroke for stroke as he slides fingers up into jack's hair and grips tightly. ]

[As his attention focuses more on what his hands are doing, he puts far less effort into the kissing, getting sloppy and lazy as his fingers drag up and down Isaac's dick. The hand on Isaac's chest finally drags off it to pull at Isaac's thigh, finally settling at the back of his knee as he lifts his leg, dragging it alongside his own.]

[ there's a choked sound that isaac makes when their mouths kiss in a far less formal fashion, missing and kissing jaws and chins instead. teeth collide and he gives a laugh when jack's impatience shows through.

their motions are rough, but like clockwork, easy to follow. he digs his fingers into jack's skin where he can, leaning up to press his teeth into his skin, the juncture of his throat and shoulder. it's a slow bite, meant to bruise. give and take. ]

[The bite causes him moan, a deep-throated growl of a sound. His patience is wearing thinner, to the point where his hand leaves off of Isaac's cock so he can pull the man's hips up a little higher. The other hand reaches between Isaac's legs to fondle his ass, then slide between the cheeks to trace circles around his hole.]

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