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[closed] i have made mistakes

Who: Ginko and Foster (and Steven and Greg and Psi)
When: October 18th
Where: Foster’s apartment
What: Foster helps Ginko with his fae flower problem.
Warnings: Mind control, probably talk of attempted kidnapping?? Also like. Eye socket trauma.

It takes well over an hour for Ginko to wake up from the effects of the pollen - plenty of time for Foster to remove him from the park and take the necessary precautions.

When he wakes up, it takes him a few moments to realize that he’s not where he had been before. Rather than lying facedown in the park, his face shoved into the dirt and his skull feeling like it’s breaking apart, he’s on his back on an actual bed, with his skull feeling like it’s just cracking a little… which would be an improvement, if it weren’t for two factors.

He’s got no idea where Steven is, and he can’t move his arms.

Or… well, he can. But not very far, or effectively; his wrists are cuffed to the bed, and no amount of pulling against the cuffs seems to be loosening them up. He looks around frantically, trying to get some idea of how he could free himself - or even how this happened to begin with.

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[A soft smile and a weak laugh... Handcuffs... He doesn't think he's ever been more attracted to anyone in his life. Maybe that was something he should be concerned about considering right now Ginko had a burned eye socket and was being restrained against his will. That's not what was so attractive though. Well, okay, the restrained part definitely had something to do with it, but it was more than that. It was the way he reacted to things, the way he spoke, the expressions he made. It was everything. He felt almost embarrassed at the knowledge, which was another strange feeling for him because he rarely got embarrassed. He simultaneously wanted to act normal and leave the room and pretend he was never here in the first place. Obviously the second choice wasn't really an option. Instead he decides to act normal.]

[He smiles as he shifts, moving to straddle Ginko's hips.]

Chains are a good look for you.

[--Oh. Okay, that's... unexpected. He blinks and turns to stare in surprise at Psi for a moment before... more or less recovering. He cracks a slightly wry smile.]

Uh... thanks, I guess? I think I nearly dislocated my wrists trying to get out of them earlier.

[He is, fairly obviously, not nearly so desperate to escape now - but, uh, also.]

...Actually, um. Foster, since I'm... guessing the issue is dealt with, could you maybe let me go? I'd really rather not be stuck on this bed with these cuffs any longer than I have to be.

[Like. He's just saying. He knows what you do here.]

[Foster isn't so sure that this issue is dealt with, but Ginko provides enough distraction to give him an excuse... before he actually just gets straight up distracted.]

What's wrong with my bed?

[Foster is offended only on an extremely superficial level, which allows him to appear sincerely bothered--but there's no one in this room who truly believes he's affronted.]

I sleep there, too, you know.

[He frowns, suddenly realizing he should be glad burns are the only obvious injury Ginko's sustained. Suddenly the cuffs around his wrists aren't nearly as attractive. He reaches forward with his hand, feeling the leather around Ginko's wrists. Satisfied he stretches out like a lazy cat before laying down on top of the human. Comfy spot. He was worried about this dumbass, but he doesn't want to say that and make Ginko feel bad. For now he lets Ginko and Foster talk, content where he is. For now.]

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[Ginko is a little disappointed Psi doesn't let him go just then, but he guesses he can't really expect him to without Foster saying so. Besides, having him lying down like this is a lot more comfortable for Ginko, too.

And he has other things to worry about, like bickering with Foster over stupid bullshit.]

You sure do. And you do things besides sleeping here, too.

I wash my sheets.

[Foster's vehemence escalates to include hand gestures. He raises both of them, palms turned upward in vexation.]

What do you think I do, nut into the blanket and roll over and fall asleep?

I mean, he's basically riding you, and you seem pretty okay with that.

[As he speaks, he gets a particularly knowing look, turning his head to the side to regard Ginko askance.]

So maybe it's not the bed that's the problem.

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[Ah, busted. Normally he'd just play it up, but when it's with Ginko it's somehow kind of embarrassing. He huffs, before rolling over onto the bed and off of Ginko. He reaches towards his cuffs again.]

I'm undoing these.

Well, I'm glad to know for sure that you practice basic hygiene, but you still do have sex here. That's still happened.

[It's like an aura. A sex aura.

He frowns indignantly at Foster, the cuffs jingling again as he tries to make some annoyed gesture.]

He's not doing it anymore--! Oh. Uh... thanks? [He looks questioningly at Foster, not sure if that's going to fly or not. Foster hasn't said anything on the subject, after all...]

Don't.

[Foster snaps at Psi without thinking, and it comes out much sharper and more commanding than he expected. He makes eye contact with Ginko, and almost falters for an entire second--why are you looking at him like that?

He frowns back, instead.]

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[He glances to Foster at the command. That authoritative tone was one he didn't usually hear, especially from Foster, and he found it irritated him though he wasn't sure why. The demon had given Foster power out of kindness. Foster wasn't the one in charge here, if anything he should be grateful that the demon had been willing to let him lead for so long. There's no doubt Foster can feel the sudden spike of annoyance he feels, a feeling that's exaggerated by his panic from only a few minutes before.]

He's not under her control, and he's hurt.

[He pauses after he speaks as though waiting to see if Foster will attempt to order him around again.]

[He feels it, and he immediately reciprocates it.

Their relationship has always involved something of a constant power struggle--it's arguably the entire point of it, at least for Foster--but this is a lot more personal somehow. Suddenly he resents Psi's resistance to his push for control.]

He's not going to die.

[His impatient tone hides his mood much better than his slip from a second ago, but it's not perfect.]

Leave him.

[He thought he'd been pretty generous in pausing and waiting for Foster to explain himself. Maybe he'd even realize the error of his ways and apologize. Of course he should have known that was asking for to much. Foster's continued resistance is irritating to no end. He smiles, grin looking almost wild. He looks to Ginko, someone who's likely never seen this side of his demonic friend, looking him up and down before he turns to face Foster, giving the were-bear his full attention.]

You should know better than that.

[The demon shifts off the bed, standing and stretching his wings out behind him. Foster can feel his power affecting him already as a rush of desire runs through him.]

Or do I have to teach you another lesson?

[He steps closer to Foster, reaching out to delicately place a hand on Foster's neck]

[Ginko had stayed pretty much silent through the beginnings of the argument, just looking with concern between his two friends. He'd really rather they didn't start fighting now, but-- what's he even supposed to say?

And then Psi says and does that, and Ginko tries to sit up again, yanking at the handcuffs.] --Hey! Cut that out, what are you doing!

[The grin is a red flag, and Foster tenses slightly, but he doesn't show any give until the demon gets up, fanning out his wings. By that point, he's already aware of what Psi is doing; there's that pulse of anticipatory thrill, the obvious swell of heat where his jeans can only disguise so much, very ready and willing to be overtaken.

But he's still incensed. Even as his eyelids drop, fluttering slightly as that clawed hand closes over his throat, his stomach twisting with a confused mix of hostility and desire, even as he lets out his shaky, barely-restrained breath... he smiles back. Insolently.]

... in front of him?

[It's like--

No, it's definitely a challenge.]

[His hand tightens just a bit. It's not choking, but his claws prick at Foster's skin. He doesn't like this. Foster's challenge, there's no way he can respond. If he continues, or if he pulls back, he's lost. He steps back, releasing Foster and scowling. It's fine, he can play with Foster later.]

Fine then. You just want to leave him tied up here for the rest of the day?

[...Okay, uh, Foster's reaction there makes it pretty clear that at least Psi probably wasn't going to like. Murder him or something.

But, frankly, Ginko is also not really keen on the idea of watching his best friend and his sort-of-boyfriend fuck, even if he... already knew they tended to do that. Shit, does he even have room to be upset about it if they do? He's the one who made a move knowing they had something going on, and even if Psi doesn't consider it a romantic relationship, it's still something and he didn't talk to Foster about it or--

Shit okay. Okay, paying attention to what's actually going on. He relaxes a little when Psi steps back.]

I'd... really appreciate that not being what happens.

[Foster may have won, but he's also lost. In a few ways, really--but the only one that's remotely sympathetic is the one where he's the one left with a huge boner and nothing to do with it. The demon's move--and the hand pressing just a little into his adam's apple, the claws pricking at his throat--has him more than a little wound up, and he is having a harder time focusing on this handcuff thing as he was a minute ago.

But he manages to laugh, albeit a bit breathlessly.]

Why not? Your every need taken care of... I could get someone to fan you and hand-feed you grapes.

[He glances just briefly at the demon when he says it, but he lets both his gaze and the joke drop, his smile fading in favour of a heavy-lidded, detached sort of look as he turns to Ginko and Ginko alone.]

Ginko, who is Steven?

[Ginko gives him a look - as well as he can from this angle. Really, he should probably be glad his view of Foster is so limited, given the circumstances.]

I don't want anyone hand-feeding me grapes. [That's WEIRD, Foster.

He hesitates a moment before answering.] ...He's another changeling. He-- [Another moment of hesitation, wondering how much he should say. Maybe he owes it to Foster, after all this trouble, but... maybe he also owes it to Steven not to spread news of his parentage around.] The Rose Queen wants him back. And she knows he trusts me.

...Trusted me.

[Psi just huffs, crossing his arms in front of himself.]

This is pointless.

Shut up.

[That's directed to Psi, but his tone is totally devoid of rancour. It's almost conversational.]

And so your plan was you were gonna kidnap him from his dad and bring him back to her?

[He sounds not a little critical.]

[Ginko winces a little, staring at some far corner of the room. If he were less distracted, he might appreciate Psi's objection, but...]

I... guess so. I don't know if I had a plan, I just... felt like I needed to take him somewhere. ...Probably to the gardens, if I'd gotten hold of him.

[Really, he's just glad he didn't actually have a functional plan.]

....right.

[Foster grows pensive.

The problem is that even admitting that much doesn't clear Ginko of suspicion. He doesn't sound as fixated as he did before the rose was burnt out (if he's being blunt, Ginko was idiotically transparent) but that doesn't rule out the possibility that the fae influence is subtler now. Or that Ginko is subtler now. Craftier.

Which... isn't a very Ginko trait, honestly. But neither is kidnapping children to deliver them to the fae.

He sighs, rubbing his face with his hands as he tries to focus--and ignore his desperate, insistent arousal.

God, he just wants to grab that sleeve off his dresser and lock himself in the bathroom with it. For an hour, at least. This is too hard right now.

.... hah. Hard.]

[Ginko doesn't respond for a good few seconds. Instead, he just stares at the corner, brow slightly furrowed. When he does speak up, he still sounds vaguely guilty.]

...If you're going to keep me here, could one of you... bring Miu here or something?

[He can't exactly hold her like this, but if he's going to be stuck in Foster's room for who knows how long, he'd at least like to have his pet around.]

Sorry I... Isn't she at the apartment?

[If he were in a position where guilty slumping was something he could do, he probably would.]

...Yeah. I know, it's... it's kind of a ways away. Sorry, it's... not like it's that important, I guess.

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