got good ears

[temporal_affairs]

The neighbors don't complain. Much. (They do occasionally ask that things be kept down, but they don't complain about there being noise at all. They understand about mates.)

The room isn't designed for long-term human occupation. There is no bathroom, no food, no bed, no climate control - though this is Florida, so climate control is not such a concern - no plumbing.

But there's lots of magic. It's such fun to make, after all.

(Nathan had been worried he'd have to ask one of the succubi, or Joham, for lessons on what might whimsically be called "safe sex". He likes not having to bother with this better.)

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[manofmyword]

He laughs.

"Problem, sweetie?"

[temporal_affairs]

"Not my favorite fun fact of the day."

[manofmyword]

"Why?"

[temporal_affairs]

Nathan shrugs helplessly. "I'm hardly one to talk. I was - married with kids, before I turned, at least I think they were my kids, everything before waking up ravenous is hazier than Beijing. But mate bond doesn't wanna share, not even retroactively."

[manofmyword]

The Joker smiles sadly.

"Better get used to it," he says. "'Cause honey, I am never not gonna be a slut."

[temporal_affairs]

"I'll do my best, then."

[manofmyword]

The Joker hugs him.

"Aww, sweetie. I'm sorry it makes you sad," he says. Then, smiling: "Would it help any if I gave you a blowjob in that alley?"

[temporal_affairs]

"Well, I don't know about fixing the core problem, but it'll soothe the immediate symptoms pretty damn well," says Nathan, brightening.

[manofmyword]

He beams.

Visibility in said alley is very conveniently poor.

[temporal_affairs]

Best alley ever.

[manofmyword]

It is among the Joker's favourites, for sure!

[temporal_affairs]

After the alley has been used for its traditional purpose, Nathan says, "So what else should we see around here, babe? Show me the sights."

[manofmyword]

"Wonder if you've got a version of my old house here," he muses. "Let's find out."

[temporal_affairs]

They head for the relevant location.

[manofmyword]

"Nope," he pronounces, a few minutes later. "It's a house, but it's not my house."

It's also a pretty big house.

[temporal_affairs]

"Is that a good thing or a bad one?" says Nathan, looking his mate over assessingly.

[manofmyword]

He shrugs. "Dunno. It just is. Well, it wouldn't be my house in my world, either; I burned the place down when I left."

[temporal_affairs]

"How come?"

[manofmyword]

He pats Nathan's arm and turns away to start walking again.

"'Cause I hated it," he says lightly.

[temporal_affairs]

"Was it architecturally offensive or am I going to hate this story?"

[manofmyword]

"You're gonna hate this story," he says, and gives Nathan a quick midstride hug.

[temporal_affairs]

"Oh."

[manofmyword]

"We can save it for later if you want."

[temporal_affairs]

"...Scale of days, this is a good time, probably because it'll bother me not to know."

[manofmyword]

"My father was a nasty piece of work," he says serenely. "A few of my scars are from him. So when I was fifteen or so, I blew up the house with him in it."