Jordan + Calvin

As the saying goes, all good things come to an end. However, in this case, bad things did as well, and as Jordan got off the boat and landed onto the exclusive island of his new masters, his grin was nothing short of humongous.

The creature was freshly bought by a very well known couple, and their reputations as very generous and wonderful owners had his excitement through the roof and high into space. Slavery, at least in Jordan's opinion, was not such a bad thing. While most of that opinion was based off his whole life in the business, he also had a pretty good argument for it. Yes, he had to do certain things he wouldn't really like to normally, and sometimes he had to do physical things he wasn't fond of, but he got fed and pampered for free as well, so it had it's ups and downs.

His previous owner, the one he was leaving, was the worst person he'd ever had the displeasure of being owned by (and he'd had a good handful of them). The man was rude and obnoxious and honestly he was more than ecstatic by the fact that he would be going to something so much better, and this new couple was incredibly well known for treating their property very well.

Demon was escorted by what he assumed was another slave, a body guard perhaps. Either way, the dude was scary as hell, and he was very much willing to follow when he was ordered and led into the large building. He was met by another slave, less buff this time, who instructed him to wash himself and get changed into something more comfortable and less disgusting, which he did very willingly. The outfit they had him wear was similar to what everyone else was wearing that he'd seen so far, at least color and design wise, so he guessed the owners like the unity.

A few hours later, after 'orientation' and a quick tour, he was placed in a room that seemed to perhaps belong to another person that was there. It was tidy, sure, but it was lived in, and he couldn't imagine it was just decorated that way. He was told to wait there until someone came and got him, so that's what he did....he waited.

Calvin didn't know what the fuck was going on, all he knew was that his masters were being fucking secretive. Which was fine- they were free men, they were allowed to have secrets. But they were keeping secrets from him, and that? That kind of upset him. Calvin had been with the pair since he was sixteen years old (legal age for an incubus, because their bodies and minds matured at a slightly different pace than humans did) and he'd quickly become basically their lap cat. He knew all the ins and outs of the estate- had some information that would probably be seen as dangerous in the hands of a slave- and honestly, he loved his life here. He was twenty five. He didn't know what to expect from any other home.

Which was why his worries were pretty valid.

Last night, his masters had locked him out of their bedroom when he tried to climb into bed with them. What the fuck was that all about? He knew that his appetite had become insatiable lately, but was it really so bad? They always seemed to enjoy playing with him. He'd stood there for twenty minutes, staring at the handle and trying to decide what this meant. Finally, he decided that it meant they were getting rid of him.

It wasn't like he hadn't expected it. Actually, no, scratch that- he definitely hadn't fucking expected it. His maters weren't the sort to get bored. When they bought someone, that was their pet, and it took some serious string pulling to get their property away from them. Had he just.. outgrown what they wanted? He wasn't a twinky, needy little incubus anymore. He was muscular, he was tall. He was grown, and unlike his succubus counterpart he had a drive to dominate. He used to revel in being held down and fucked through orgasm after orgasm, but these days he wanted to be the one doing the fucking. Maybe that was the problem? Master seemed to enjoy watching him hold down his husband and have his way- and the second never complained about the situation either- but maybe they didn't like it.

Huff escaped the incubus as he turned the handle to his own room, scowl on his face as thoughts refused to leave him be. As he entered the room, he froze, staring with wide golden eyes at the new demon standing in his room.

"Well that's just fucking swell," he grunted. "I'm being replaced. They didn't even wait 'til I was sold to give up my room! Fucking. Grand. You know what? No. No, no, no." He wasn't going down without a fight. He was going to secure his position. He turned to flee and find his masters, and went face first into the chest of the taller of the two. Oh. Looked like they were here.

Honestly, he expected a lot of things to walk through that door after the few hours he'd been sitting there, but an angry incubus wasn't one of them. So naturally when that reaction came and that handsome face spoke of being replaced and rooms being taken he really didn't know what to do or how to react himself.

Jordan shook his head, trying to form words to protest and tell him what was going on, but nothing came. He obviously knew at least some of what was going on, as he was briefed before he arrived on what his purpose here was. But he was never told for who or for how long, and he wasn't really even sure he was supposed to be a permanent residence.

"Uhm.." He tried, but then the door was opening and he was cut short. Eyes shot to the arriving bodies, the owners, which he'd really only met once when they had picked him out of the multitudes of slaves offered. It had been flattering, and like mentioned he was more than happy to leave the awful owner he was forced to stay with previously.

Braedan didn't say anything as they entered, but he did make motions to the new slave, helping him up to stand and walk to the very obviously irate demon. Jordan's confusion was endless, and he was worried that maybe he had been misled and something much worse was going to be taking place here. That would fucking suck...

Jordan took one look between his masters, took a deep breath and- and.. Had his lip just wobbled? Maybe a little. This was a hard hit! Calvin was big and bad, sure, but this was his fucking home and his family and-

"How could you two do this?" he asked, doing his best to sound angry rather than downright hurt. "I've been so good for you! I can still be so good for you. Please, just tell me what I've done and I'll fix it, I'll make sure I never do it again, I can't be sold, you're all I've ever known and I can't-"

"Calvin," Tilian said, fond exasperation clear in his tone as he let go of the doorway he'd been hanging from. Parkour! The incubus fell silent all at once, and Tilian reached up to gently stroke his cheek. "You silly little monster we'd never get rid of you! And we couldn't replace you either! No no. He's here for you."

For a moment, Calvin just stared, dumb founded. "...For me?"