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Gifts are a thing Bishop likes to give. But he doesn’t do it often. Who knows really why he got this sudden inspiration but it was there and the recipient was an annoying one. Annoying and one of his favorites. Which made all of this even more annoying.

So what did he do? Made it extra annoying.
The first gift was sent to Jaspers home.
The second gift was left in Jaspers car.
The third was hand delivered by some poor man that would have to walk into the lions den to get it to him.

All of them were put in disgustingly pink boxes.
With black bows.
All without tags.
All without a name.

And then he sent him black roses because that was icing on the cake.

Now, he could get some work done. Namely finding a name, and address, and a schedule.

Date: 2023-08-04 05:16 pm (UTC)
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Knowledge was the thing that Jasper prided himself on having a lot of; knowledge of people and how they respond, how they bleed, how they break, knowledge of what weapons are the best for what job, knowledge of motives and interests and connections, knowledge of the exact right angle to to arch and pout to distract. It is what keeps him and his alive after all, if he can't figure out how someone is going to react to a threat, or where everyone's weaknesses are, then he would make a really terrible boss. Or a dead one, probably a dead one.

He isn't being cocky when he says he usually knows what people are going to do before they do themselves, it's what he's good at.

So to say that the gifts that make their way to his doorstep (and driver's seat), dressed in pink and black, surprise him is all the more poignant. It's a little bit like being stunned by a hit to the head, Jasper thinks as he unties the black ribbon to open the first gift. He knows who it's from, the black gives it away, and the sight of the expensive lace before him has Jasper barking out a sharp laugh in the confines of his room (sure sure, he should have had someone go over the thing before he opened it to check but-- but Jasper knew and maybe he's a fucking idiot but he trusts Bishop, wouldn't keep ending up in his orbit otherwise). The second gift, left perched atop his bike, has him all but purring in satisfaction, grin sly and dark as he tucks the blades away alongside the others on his person as he heads out for a small job.

The third gift and the roses just-- well perhaps baffle isn't the right word, but it's a near thing. Jasper ends up settling against his sheets (pink silk, of course) with the lace on his person, hair twisted up with the pin, and the edge of one of the blades pressed against his lips. It's a perfect shot, angled just so that enough skin is on display (sans glitter, for once), but still teasing. He sends it to Bishop without anything else.

He will also show up at Bishop's place twenty minutes later, lace still peeking from loose trousers and his open white shirt. Jasper snaps the fan shut and kicks the door to Bishop's office closed before he stalks towards him, moving the chair back and pushing his thighs open so that Jasper can settle himself on the floor between them. He's going to make quick work of your belt there, Bishop.

"Don't stop on my account, wrap up whatever you're doing there, sweetheart, you're busy for the rest of the evening." And that's all he gets before he is pulling Bishop's cock out of his pants and swallowing around him with a soft hum.

Date: 2023-08-04 07:03 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fulldark
There is a thought somewhere in the back of Jasper's mind that reminds him that this means something; whether that means he has to get back at Bishop in some way or that perhaps the way his heart trips over itself at the thought of Bishop getting his size right is going to have to wait until he is not so focused on the man in question.

Or you know it could wait until forever, Jasper likes that idea too.

The floor is hard where it digs into his knees, but Bishop's pants are soft beneath his fingers as he presses a little harder at the statement. Liked them. Would he be here now if he didn't? (Don't answer that.) With a roll of his eyes, Jasper confirms it by hollowing his cheeks a little, relaxing his jaw a little more to take Bishop down even further, throat constricting and his breathing stuttering.

Fuck, he does enjoy this. Even more when Bishop is touching his hair and giving him such soft low compliments. Yeah, he will hum a little at that, eyes dropping a little as he focuses on not choking.

Date: 2023-08-04 11:24 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fulldark
It's stupid, is what it is. Reckless. Asking for a knife in the ribs (already kind of feels like one to Jasper). But that doesn't matter, Jasper keeps coming back, stuck in Bishop's gravity well like a star to a singularity; pieces of him keep getting pulled off, pulled away leaving him without another layer of fire and combustion, but he can't leave (doesn't want to leave?). It's so fucking stupid, but Jasper doesn't want to stop.

So he doesn't. He pushes into Bishop's hand as it pulls the pin free, chokes on his next inhale but doesn't fight it at all. He squirms for a moment until he manages to tip his head just so, blinks wetly up at Bishop and all but surrenders.

Stupid stupid stupid.

At the words Jasper hum, tries to turn as best he can in the hold Bishop has on him to pick up the fan of knives. They are sharp, perfect and new and Jasper adores them so fucking much. And he knows they will be more than sharp enough to get through the fine cotton of his shirt, which is what he implies as he twists them just so beneath the open collar of his shirt, pressing up until the fabric gives ever so slightly. He can't do it all himself, considering, and raises the handle to Bishop.

Stupidstupidstupidstupid.

Date: 2023-08-05 12:14 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fulldark
Easy was never the way that Jasper liked things; nothing good come from easy (maybe that's the trauma talking) and he was always rather suspicious of things that didn't come with a little struggle, a little pain. The pushpullpush he had with Bishop was intoxicating, and it's been that way from the start, when Jasper had thoughts to slide a knife through his ribcage to pry it open like it might hold a pearl. Sometimes he still has that though, but it leaves him feeling shaken and thinking that he never really liked pearls anyway.

What he does like is the way that Bishop's eyes darken as Jasper moves the knife around, the way his breath catches and the realization sinks in at just what Jasper is offering up. It would be a deathwish with anyone else. Still might be a deathwish, but Jasper thinks that Bishop slitting his throat would hurt less than a few other things he could do.

Jasper is laughing, breathless and wet, when Bishop hauls him off the floor, sans the blades, and into his lap. He winds his arms around Bishop's neck and mouths along his jaw, words punch drunk and soft.

"So never give you weapons, huh." It's far too telling a thing to say, so Jasper covers it up with a harsh bite to the tendon in Bishop's neck, above where his collar sits to make sure it's visible. "Didn't give someone a weapon, gave you some knives."

Fuck. That's telling to. Jasper leans back and begins to unbuckle his pants, revealing more lace that fits him perfectly. "Would have taken it off when I got in, but you look terribly hot when you're working..."

Date: 2023-08-05 09:30 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fulldark
Death was always something that lingered outside their peripheral; a constant, something to count on. Jasper knew he was going to die, and probably sooner rather than later, but he feels like he would rather it be Bishop's hands than anyone else's. And that thought will linger with him long after the ache in his muscles from this little encounter, bruising him from the inside out.

The twitch of Bishop's hips make him smirk, has him wriggling a little more to get a bit more friction even as the pants come off. The smirk falters though as he is lifted and fuckfuckfuck he shouldn't find that hot, shouldn't hope for the press of Bishop's fingers against him to leave bruises. "Ah, perhaps. But I did have a stop to make on the way, and it wasn't the best idea for me to be in something too conspicuous."

Perhaps he had more to say, about where he went and how he might feel strange letting other people see him in something given to him by Bishop, but then he is being kissed like the world is ending and he forgets all about that. When the kiss breaks, Jasper doesn't even try to hide how worked up he is, leaning back on the desk and huffing out a noise as he almost preens beneath the look.

"Bit of both, like that you know, but--" He shrugs, because maybe that is enough for Bishop to understand. It's unnerving but also reassuring, and it's a bit of a reminder that he is in over his head. He doesn't want to remember that for now, so he's gonna hook a long leg around Bishop's hips and pull him in, one hand going to his tie to pull him down for another demanding kiss.

Date: 2023-08-07 03:56 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fulldark
Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid-- and Jasper knows that it is, but he just keeps doing it. Keeps coming back and keeps wanting to come back even when there is that lingering feeling of dread that follows. But it isn't dread that makes Jasper moan into Bishop's mouth, isn't guilt that makes hims shiver and arch into him as he wraps himself closeclosercloser as he licks into his mouth; it's just desire.

"Hn, got a present for you too." He speaks softly, smirk on his face as he tips his head to the side and leans back again. His lips are bruised and eyes dark, but he still looks mischievous. Still looks ready to tease Bishop or kiss him breathless again in equal measure. Might even manage both at the same time if he tries hard enough. Which he will.

Later.

Now he is moving to give Bishop more room to touch him, to admire the fine lace that the gifted to Jasper. It does fit perfectly, and Jasper is impressed and annoyed about it, but if it keeps Bishop touching him like this....

"You've got--hn, good taste. I'm impressed."

Date: 2023-08-07 11:24 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fulldark
There had been a thought, the first time they had crossed paths (or maybe the second time, the first time where Jasper wasn't actively attempting to murder Bishop), where he thought that the two of them being from opposite sides of the street was kind of funny. Like Romeo and Juliet, or West Side Story, but with less feeling and more fucking, and probably the same amount of death. Now-- well it isn't quite as funny a thought. He tries not to think about what could happen, about how terrible of a fucking idea it is, but he also can't help but think about how Bishop isn't really stopping it either.

Jasper thinks again of gravity wells, of event horizons, and of the inescapable things that can eat away at you slowly. Thinks about how now seems to stretch on forever, and he's okay with that, wants to feel the way that Bishop handles him like he is something precious and delicate, even if it's only for the lace (has to tell himself it's only for the lace or he might do something stupid).

"Hmmm, you certainly do-- ah." It's the way he shifts, moving to help Bishop remove the last of the lace from his hips, that makes the little gift he has for Bishop shift inside of him and makes him moan, head tipping back and thighs shaking a little more. The smile he shoots Bishop is lopsided.

Date: 2023-08-08 12:55 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fulldark
What started as some kind of stress relief slash childish urge to do something he wasn't supposed to, has turned into something that very muchly so has the ability to ruin Jasper's life. Ruin both of their lives, and the lives of those that depend on them as well. That should stop him, it really should, and maybe it is his knowledge that Sungki and Baein and even Daeshim would be fine without him that keeps him going. Or maybe he is just greedy.

Yeah, that sounds like him.

He is greedy, wants more of this; wants more of Bishop and his attention, of Bishop and his pissed off face, and his snarky remarks, wants more of these strangely perfect gifts and bruises in the shape of Bishop's hands. He wants and it's going to drown him. Better yet, he is going to let it.

Jasper almost pouts when Bishop laughs, is trying to muster up a barb of sorts, but then Bishop is kissing him and it's softsoftsoftstupidstupidsoft and Jasper ends up gasping into the kiss as he moves to wrap his arms around Bishop's shoulder's to deepen the kiss. It's stupid, because it means he is relying entirely on Bishop to keep him from smacking his head against the desk, but what is even more stupid is how he knows Bishop won't let him.

"Fuck," it's a sigh against Bishop's lips, fingers curling in his hair against his neck. Jasper hums, shivers and tries to gather his thoughts that are scattered like the glitter he leaves all over Bishop's sheets. "'f course, you better still fuck me over this desk though. Been a bit of a fantasy of mine."

Date: 2023-08-08 08:58 pm (UTC)
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Before, Jasper might have thought to test the limit of just how far Bishop was willing to go, how hurt he would let Jasper get, but it is so very different now. Now and here where Jasper finds himself being needy, finds himself trying to touch as much of Bishop as he can until the other is pressing against the toy and making him shake.

"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, Bishop--" There is a ghost of a please just barely on his lips as Bishop leave a trail of fire on his skin and Jasper can feel how his cock twitches against his stomach, how his muscles flex and toes curl, the pleasure building in a delicious rhythm.

And then Bishop fucking stops with a kiss before he is sitting back in his chair and Jasper whines. If looks could kill, Bishop would be bleeding out in that chair where he sits once Jasper musters up the energy to look up, chest rising and falling as he glowers at that stupidly infuriatingly attractive face. Fuck. He doesn't even know what Bishop is asking him right now.

"What is wha-- oh my fucking. I can't fucking believe--" He doesn't care that this is your office, that he is naked from the waist down and hard and looking half way to fucked out, he uses his long (still lace clad) legs to kick at the chair between Bishop's open legs, sending him back into the bookcase. He then sits himself up, propped on his arms despite the shake in them. "If you don't fuck me, I will go out there and find someone else who can." No he won't. "I swear to fucking god..."

Date: 2023-08-08 09:26 pm (UTC)
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Have things ever really worked that way? Jasper can't remember the last time he chose someone else over Bishop. Fuck, he can barely remember the last time he slept with someone else full stop that wasn't Bishop or Baein. Sure, there is still flirting and seducing, but that was for information, for a part of his job, not because he really wanted someone else.

And that thought rattles around in his skull as Bishop expertly manhandles him until he is bent over the table just like he wanted, pressure against his back and an ache in his shoulder where it twists backward. Jasper's breath is punched out of him in a broken moan, head pressing against the wood of the desk as Bishop pulls the toy out and he can feel the heady rush of arousal and adrenaline and--

"Fucking hell, Bishop, you-- ah-" The noise that slips out when he shifts, trying to look back, is rough around the edges, catches on the swell of his lip where he presses his teeth in hard to hold it back. Futile, but he tries."T-take back what, the present?"

Brat? Him? Never.

Date: 2023-08-08 10:24 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fulldark
The words Bishops speaks in his ear, low and so fucking sure, trickle down Jasper's spine like molten gold. He bites back another noise, something soft and wounded, but tips his head to give Bishop more room. Actions and words, he thinks distantly. Though fuck he loves to hear Bishop when he's like this; a little angry, a little possessive, very sure of himself.

Jasper exhales a curse, rests his cheek against the desk, and wriggles (for show) beneath Bishop's hold. "Ah, wouldn't go anywhere else? Me?"

There is more to be said, more lies just to see how Bishop reacts if he will leave more marks on Jasper's skin, more more more more, but then Bishop is pressing his fingers against him, quick and efficient, and Jasper barely has time to raise a brow, question forming on his lips before he is being filled. It knocks a keen from him as his now free hand moves to grip at the desk, back arching and legs shaking because fuck it's so fucking good. So good.

Jasper can't even be mad that Bishop is right, he doesn't go to anyone else anymore. Just Bishop. Just--

"Ah, fuck, Bishop!" He is definitely ruining whatever paperwork is below his head right now with tears and spit, but he doesn't care. Just tries to move to get enough purchase to rock back, and whines against when he can't.

Date: 2023-08-09 12:13 am (UTC)
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Trust is what has Jasper letting this happen, is what has him wearing the gifts that Bishop gave to him, has him more than willing to hand the other blades without fear. Trust and something rooted in his chest, twisting and twining around his ribs until every stuttered inhale that Jasper takes is filled with BishopBishopBishop.

And for once, Jasper doesn't fight it.

He moans out Bishop's name as the sting seeps into the skin of his ass, chokes on a moan of more when Bishop leaves marks over his neck and tugs his hair. Goes pliant and willing when Bishop snaps his hips hard and deep and--

"Bi--fuck, oh fuck, please. Right there, right there--" The way Bishop can play him so fucking perfectly has his eyes rolling back as the pleasure builds almost embarrassingly rapidly. If he could be embarrassed now. He is too pleasure drunk for that, and for his usual filter. "Just-- you. It's just you that I-- fuck!"

Date: 2023-08-09 11:09 pm (UTC)
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Erosion was a slow but steady process, something that you don't notice at first but eventually the dripdripdrip carves out a space in your bones and the next thing you know you're shaking apart on the desk of a man you're not supposed to like let alone lo-- Fuckfuckfuck. It was never supposed to be like this, but Jasper doesn't know if he can bring himself to care. Not when he has Bishop fucking him so perfectly against the desk, when the feel of the lace on his skin is perfect and he wants the other to know that it really is just him that has frequented Jasper's bed for the last few months.

(And Baein, but he doubts that would surprise Bishop at all.)

Jasper keens as the pace increases and he knows that it's not going to be long at all before he is making a mess of the paperwork all over the desk. Every nerve ending is on fire, lighting him up from the inside out and turning his brain to static except for the way he breathes Bishop's name like a prayer. There is nothing else but the pleasure that he is given and the warmth of Bishop pressed so close against him and--

"Fuck, I'm gonna come, please just-- fuck!" It's the soft words he barely registers, the push and the feeling of being filled so fucking perfectly that has Jasper coming with a shout of a curse. He feels like a livewire as he shakes apart, orgasm seeming to draw itself out as he writhes as much as he can being pinned between Bishop and the desk. Honestly, it's a place he doesn't really want to leave.

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