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[thewidewideworld]

From here

Sinric's room is small, simple. A slightly narrow bed spread with furs, a long free-standing wardrobe and a padded window seat that overlooks the gardens. But what dominates the room is a large baroque harpsichord.

Sinric ducks his head, tucking some stray books away, hair hiding his face shyly. "I'm sorry, I know it's not much."

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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric plant a soft kiss in his jaw, another on his throat as that too his washes with care. "And which of those are you? Or does it change with the needs of your boys and girls?"

[i_am_your_host]

He hums a little, at the kisses, and at the questions.

"I am neither, I think. I seem to find myself taken in by groups of people. Rather like a stray cat," he adds with a chuckle. "As a child I was taken in by a house of prostitutes, and they became my family. When I got older, I lived with artists and actors and all sorts of entertainers, and then they became my family. And then I was hired at the Kit Kat Klub, so now our ensemble has become my current family. We all do our best to look out for each other, especially in these trying times."

A beat.

"And the occasional post-show dressing room orgies are nice."

[thewidewideworld]

"Making the most of the family you have by you." Sinric nods. "Sounds like a wise way to live. I confess, as much as Yan has welcomed me into his household and I am fond of his children, I don't feel the same familial connection with them."

He rinse his cloth and moves down onto Emcee's neck, sweeping gentle strokes out to his shoulders.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee breathes deeply, inhaling the warm, rich scent given off by the steaming water.

"Not all connections work, unfortunately. Do you still feel like an outsider?"

[thewidewideworld]

"I am an outsider there. But I think I'm becoming more accepting of that, now that I am reminded of myself. I will never fit in there and should celebrate than instead of trying to hide that."

[i_am_your_host]

He opens his eyes to look at him, and he nods.

"Yes. People will say and think what they will of you, no matter what you do. You might as well be yourself. I would do the same in your position."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles as he smoothes the cloth over Emcee's chest, leaving a slight sheen of spiced oil on his skin. "I think I now know every iteration of whore in Sinese."

[i_am_your_host]

"That ought to come in handy some day," he says wryly.

He reaches over to give Sinric's arm an reassuring touch.

"Just hold your head up high, darling. Wherever you are, wherever you go."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles and leans in to steal a kiss. "Thank you. You know I almost find it funny. Of all the things I have been, I have never actually been a whore. Whores get paid. Slaves don't."

[i_am_your_host]

He smiles at the little kiss.

"Yes, there is that distinction. Being a whore isn't so bad, as long as you don't become desperate enough to accept any old offer."

It's happened.

[thewidewideworld]

"Oh no. I mean no disrespect. And I have thought that selling my company might be a way to pay for my travels if I need to. But I see your meaning. It's not good to grow too needy."

[i_am_your_host]

"No offense taken, darling," he assures him. "I'm just saying that in any situation, it is better to at least have a choice. And not necessarily growing needy in want for sex, but for the means to survive. A whore has little more choice in what kind of partner they lie with than a slave when there is barely any money to eat or keep a roof over their head. However, I can imagine that your companionship would be a great commodity, and you are now free to choose if you want to get paid for it."

[thewidewideworld]

"I understand." He nods, working his way over Emcee's chest in intricate patterns with the cloth, punctuated with kisses. "I have not felt needy for sex since... well, since I was here last, all those years ago. I thought perhaps my want for it had died with Constantine. But now I know it was sleeping within me, for want of those I trusted with my desires."

[i_am_your_host]

"Trust is important," he says. "Especially if you don't want to be monogamous. You might find a circle of people you are comfortable with. Friends with benefits, as I have heard them called."

[thewidewideworld]

He laughs softly. "What a strange way to term it." He moves down Emcee's arms, massaging as well as washing.

"Here I have lovers I trust, people who understand me in my ways and are bound to rules that protect us all."

[i_am_your_host]

He closes his eyes, relaxing even more under the massaging touch.

"Everyone here is bound to the rules, but trust is often still hard-won. I still have to assure some people that I am not going to pounce on them just because I flirt with them."

[thewidewideworld]

Nimble fingers move over Emcee's hands, gentle pressure relieving tightness before he washes Emcee's fingers, scrubbing gently at his nails to buff them.

"Just so. There are those who find my duality of nature disconcerting." He smiles and kisses Emcee's palm. "But I'm sure there are just as many hoping for you favour. Favours that might be elicit in their own time or place."

[i_am_your_host]

He smiles faintly at the detailed attention. Most of the silver nail polish has chipped and flaked off by now.

"That is true, too. Here, there is always someone for everyone, if just for a night."

[thewidewideworld]

He examines the polish with interest, turning Emcee's fingers a little to catch the light. "How pretty!"

"Sometimes a night is enough. But not always. You must have those who fall in love with you."

[i_am_your_host]

He opens his eyes a fraction.

"We can get nail polish and makeup from the bar, if you'd like to try it on some time," he suggests.

And at his next statement, he huffs a little chuckle.

"Yes. Even though they know well enough that I am not the one to return it."

[thewidewideworld]

"Please?" He smiles, almost childlike at the prospect. "I'd like that."

He hums softly, a note of understanding. Love comes in many forms and they are neither of them the sort to be able to love the way others do. "Constantine was the only one, only one I loved that way. Who I would have forsaken anything and everything for. There were plenty who promised and begged and cajoled." he shakes his head. "I have lovers here who matter to me, who I use the word love with but- but it has a different meaning with them."

[i_am_your_host]

"Of course," he says with a smile.

"Love is-- a complicated word. Unless I am speaking of it in a hypothetical way, I try not to use it because it means different things to different people. And of course I have been in love before, several times. Because of that, I know that it's not for me. I know what I feel for others. But there may not necessarily be the right word for it. So I would rather show it than say it."

[thewidewideworld]

"And let actions speak what words cannot express." Sinric nods, moving down to Emcee's stomach and hips. He washes Emcee's manhood with devoted care, his touch gentle and soothing.

[i_am_your_host]

"Precisely," he says with a slight purr in his voice as Sinric's touch shifts lower and lower.

He sighs deeply, contentedly.

"You are very good at this. I don't know if I would be so patiently attentive."

[thewidewideworld]

"There are things I enjoy taking my time with. And making a brother feel clean and pampered is one of them." He parts Emcee's thighs, drawing the warm cloth over the curve of his sac and the base of his manhood, enveloping his shaft in gently strokes. With a playful little kiss on the tilt of his hips as he does. "Besides, it gives us time to talk."