Chapter 183: Jamian
I paid for them titties, get your own
it aint safe in the city, watch the throne
Second Thursday in April, 2000
"I'm going to go to the Library for a bit. Want to come?" Jamian didn't expect Ty to say yes. As far as he knew, none of the older cy'Linden had ever set foot in the Library, and neither Ty nor Magnolia ever seemed to study.
"Nah, sweetie. Be careful in there, okay? If you're not back by dinner time, I'm going to have to come looking for you."
He found himself squirming uncomfortably. "I've only gotten lost in there once," he protested.
"Everyone gets lost at least once. If it's just once, you're doing pretty well."
"Even me. C'mere, Jame-lover."
Jamian leaned in over the bed obediently to receive a long, throat-cleaning kiss that was both clearly designed to make him regret leaving and just as clearly effective. "I won't be gone long."
"Good." Ty's smile could melt the glaciers. "I'll miss you."
Jamian hesitated, torn. He really wanted to spend some more time in the Library. He wanted to know everything he could about his strange Word - and about the thirteen departed gods, and about everything else Manira seemed to be hinting around the edges of. But Ty was posing, posing on the bed, head back, curls gleaming in a way that had to be his Mask, lips glistening.
He leaned down again and made this kiss a promise of things to come, one hand caressing the back of his lover's neck while his other hand brushed across nipples that were sensitive even when the breasts behind them were Masked. The surge of pleasure and need told him he'd accomplished his purpose.
"I bet you'll miss me," he grinned. "I won't be long." Before Ty could order him to stay, he exited. This Daeva stuff, the incubus stuff, could be a lot of fun. Maybe he should try it on Melchior sometime. Not that Mel was hard to get to squirming whatever she did, and he was always eager for time with Jaya and Tya… but how much better could she make it, if she really tried? If she ran her hands just so..
A squeak interrupted her train of thought, and Jaya looked up just in time to avoid running into a rapidly backpedaling Kendra. "Ack, ack, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."
The mouse girl was backing up, too, frowning nervously and giving off waves of unhappiness. She squeaked at him, then slapped both hands over her mouth, frowning.
"What is it? You didn't say anything you can get in trouble for, I didn't touch you…" Her emotions were getting increasingly agitated. "Oh, come on, is even talking to you off-limits?"
She shook her head, hesitated, and then nodded.
"Talking to me is off-limits?"
She nodded again, unhappily, nose wrinkling.
"All right, I'll just keep going. Sorry, didn't mean to almost bowl you over. Hey…" Something, the worry coming off of her or his own frustration, made him stop. "Look, the year's almost over. And I'm sorry."
She tilted her head in confusion, her meaning clear: Sorry for what? She pointed at the necklace around his neck.
"Yeah, yeah." He squirmed uncomfortably. "I'm Kept, too. But, I mean, I really wanted to…"
"I thought I told you to keep the hell away from my property." He didn't know where Ofir had come from, but suddenly he was sandwiched between a wave of fear and a wave of anger.
"I was talking to her. That's it. Not touching her, not going out of my way to find her, just talking to her in the hallway."
"Yeah, I believe that." His sneer was awfully ugly. And under all the anger was a thin thread of insecurity. He'd been Kept by Aggie last year, hadn't he?
"What was it like, Belonging to Aggie? She raped Kai for daring to help Bowen, and from what I've heard, Keepers get better with practice." He knew he sounded like a little shit, but that was the idea. He couldn't start anything. Ty would get mad, worse, Ty would owe Ofir if he started something. But there was no rule against talking. And it was a fair question, right? "Well," he allowed, "some Keepers." If that's Ardell getting better with time, no wonder Xaviera's so messed up.
"What business is it of yours?"
"Just curious. Wondering what you'll be like next year, with your next Kept, if there is one." It was easier to sound casual about it if he didn't think about Ty leaving. "Wondering how long it'll take you to realize you're not really a big fish at all." He smirked, a little more fiercely than he needed to. "And what it'll be like, when you're out in the world, and not in Addergoole's little fishbowl. I bet that'll be fun."
He hadn't been really aware he was trying to goad Ofir until it succeeded. The bat-boy roared angrily and incoherently and charged at him, head down, as if he was going to try to gore him.
For a moment, Jamian thought about laughing. After all, he was the one with the horns, not this moron. Then he remembered the baby inside him, and heard the muttering of Words. Words were not a good sign. "Aposyntheto Frodleikr!" he shouted. Dodging, dodging was a good idea. He dove out of the way, away from Kendra, that was important too. "Aposyntheto Frodleikr!"
"What the hell are you talking about, you half-witted little slut? Meentik Eperu…"
"Oh, come on, that's not even hard. Abatu eperu. Abatu unutu." Jamian found himself grinning "Slut, that's a good one. You pay someone to come up with that for you?"
Ofir stumbled and tripped into the hole Jamian had made in the floor, the dirt from his failed attempt to plow Jamian in landing around him. The rage surged like it was coming up over a damn, and Ofir dove at him, hands going for his throat. "Qorawiyay tlacatl. Qorawiyay tlacatl kardia epsilon Jamian oro'Tya the-little-bitch."
Kardia? What? Shit, shit, heart. "Qipia tlacatl kardia epsilon Jamian oro'Tya," he stammered, as he felt his heart skip a beat. "There's quicker ways to my heart, you know."
"Bend over you little fuck. Qorawiyay intinn Jamian oro'Tya. You're gonna be my bitch, aren't you. Ypotassesthe. Submit, you little shit."
Jamian hated Intinn workings, really, really hated them. He felt this one grabbing his knees and pulling them to the ground, bowing his head. "Your… fuck that," he gasped out. "Aposyntheto Frodleikr, Aposyntheto Frodleikr, Aposyntheto Frodleikr!"
He could stand again, and he did, kicking Ofir clumsily in the knee. "What is your problem anyway? Why do you have such a big problem with me? It's not like I could steal her if I wanted to."
"She's mine. She's mine, all mine, and I don't like other people touching my things."
"Dude, the point of being Kept is to learn what not to do, not to take it as a playbook. Agatha's insane." Jamian shook his head. "I'm not touching her. I wasn't touching her." He scooted backwards slowly. "Just going to the Library."
"You're full of shit. You've wanted her since you first saw her."
"Still not touching her. I've got my orders too, you know."
"Liar! LIAR!" The rage surged from him again, seeming out of his control, and Ofir flailed out blindly. "Kendra, grab him, stop him. I'll show you orders. I'll show you. Qora…"
As the poor mouse-girl reached for him, Jamian shouted "Abatu! Abatu Frodleikr, Abatu Frodleikr, Abatu Frodleikr…" the highest he'd tried was delta. He had to go higher. Abatu Frodleikr zeta! Abatu Frodleikr, damnit, leave me alone!"
As if he was on fire, Kendra dropped his arm. She made a little squeaking noise, and reached for Ofir.
"What the hell are you doing? I told you to grab him. I told you to hold on to him, hold on to him, you stupid bitch."
"No." It was barely more than another squeak. "No." This time it was louder. She grabbed Ofir's arm with both hands, looking like she was trying to weigh him down with her body.
"What is wrong with you? Not me, Kennie, him. Hold on to the little slut."
"No." She smiled this time. "No, no, no, no no."
"Stupid little bitch." His left arm swung up, as if to hit her. Jamian shouted a warning, Kendra squeaked and, as Ofir grabbed her by the collar, she bit his shoulder. He dropped her, swearing, holding his arm. "What the hell did you do to my Kept, slut?"
"Do? I didn't do anything. All I did was stop your attacks." Jamian held up both hands and backed up slowly.
"Not yours," Kendra squeaked angrily. "Not stupid. Not a bitch. I don't have to do what you say any more, Ofir. There's nothing making me." She grabbed the collar around her neck with both hands, muttered a Working, and tore it off. "Not yours."
"Fucking departed gods, Kendra, come here and help me kill this stupid slut!"
Luke chose that moment to show up.
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