to Berlin with love.

[runningred]

 From here

Jay opens the door into a quiet back alley that could belong to any city - the lingering scent of garbage and the miss-matched colours where graffiti has been washed off or painted over. In the mid-afternoon chill of early spring, he takes Emcee's hand and leads him out into the street, pocketing the key. The sunlight is thin but warm and picks out the green swell of buds in the branches. The tree lined avenue is quiet this time of day. Not lacking in people but without rush, a lazy Saturday afternoon.

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[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, we'll be neighbors," he says brightening.

But then there's a knock at the door, and he frowns, wondering who it could possibly be.

"Should I stay out of the way, or...?"

[runningred]

Jay hesitates before answering. "No, it should be okay. Just something I need to deal with."

He answers the door, unsuprised to find the page boy from last night, sans costume and wig and clearly drunk, leaning on the wall.

"Sebastian." Jay acknowledges. "I though I made my wished very clear last night." His voice is hard, a command voice.

"I just wanted-" the youth protests but Jay cuts him off, a hard hand on his chest, pinning him against the wall.

"I know exactly what you wanted. And you will get it. But on my terms." His hand slips higher, cradling the base of the boy's throat in subtle treat. "Is that understood?"

The youth's chest heaves, his breath coming quickly. "Yes, sir."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee follows Jay into the main living space but hangs back around the kitchen. However, he is surprised to see the page boy. And his eyes widen when he sees how he's treating him.

He comes out from around the kitchen counter.

"Jay, what are you doing?"

[runningred]

Jay doesn't look back at Emcee, nor does his posture relax at all. "Making arrangements for the farewell Sebastian here begged me for last night." His hand tightens minutely, Sebastian's eyes rolling a little.

Once he's closer Emcee will be able to see that the young man is flushed and very hard.

"However I made I very clear that I would find him when the time was appropriate. Did I not?"

"Yes, sir." Sebastian chokes.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is about to tell Jay to let him go, but then he notices-- well. He arches an eyebrow at the boy, and crosses his arms.

"I see..."

He's not getting involved.

"Poor form, Sebastian. You should have waited."

Or maybe he knew he was going to get worked over. In any case, Emcee turns around and drifts back toward the kitchen.

[runningred]

Sebastian mumbles an apology which Jay makes him repeat louder. Jay leans in to whisper in the boy's ear, causing him to whimper before throwing him out bodily and closing the door.

It takes a moment for Jay to drop the command posture and relax again. "Sorry about that. I really wasn't expecting him to come up here like that. The party was his last night at Wonderland. He got a scholarship to a really good art school in Paris." You can tell Jay's proud.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is examining the contents of the wallet Jay gave him, shuffling through the various cards.

"Oh, was it?" he says, eyebrows raised. "Well, good for him. There was a moment there where I was going to call you off."

[runningred]

"You thought I was going to hurt him?" Jay asks, frowning. "You know I would never do that without a very good reason, right?"

[i_am_your_host]

He smirks a little and waves a hand, shaking his head.

"No, of course not. Just that the boy was drunk and I thought you were only giving him a scare or something, that's all."

Picking a business card (a local dry cleaner's) out of the wallet, he slips it into his back trouser pocket. And then he sort of hesitates about the rest. Especially the money.

[runningred]

"Sebastian doesn't scare easily. That's what worries me about him." Jay mutters darkly, fetching a laptop from the spare room and booting it up. "I'm just glad there are no vampires here. 30 seconds in a room with Eric and Sebastian would be a stain in the carpet."

[i_am_your_host]

"Jesus," he says in a low, half-snicker. "At least some sense of self-preservation can be a good thing."

Finally, Emcee decides on taking the money with him, but not the credit or bank cards.

"If I exchange this at the bar for 1934 Marks, I would be fucking rich."

[runningred]

"Had to hand him over to Alice to teach him that. When I found him, he was a politician's party favour in Rome. Strung out and beaten half dead." Jay confirms, scrolling through his paperwork from Alice.

Jay pauses, trying to do the calculations in his head. "More or less, yeah. There's plenty more on the cards if you need it."

[i_am_your_host]

He furrows his brow. "I can see how letting him out of your protective circle concerns you. And it is Paris, after all. I can't imagine it changing all that much from when I knew it."

Folding up the wallet still containing his new ID and other cards, he holds it out to Jay.

"Would you please keep this safe for me? As well as the key. I don't expect to need this much money back home, but I can keep it at the bar and pay off some of my tab and not rely on yours and Eric's so frequently."

[runningred]

"It's still a pretty wild place, if you know where to go. Alice has set him up with some friends of hers so he won't be totally alone. And he's a lot more self controlled than he use to be."

He nods and tucks the wallet away. "I will. It will be there when you want it." It's a promise.

[i_am_your_host]

"Yes, that is Paris all right," he says wryly. "But it's good to start off in a new city knowing a few people. And perhaps he'll find the right kind of inspiration for his art."

He steps closer to Jay and runs a hand down the back of his neck, and then leans down to plant a kiss on the top of his head.

"Thank you."

[runningred]

Jay smiles up at him, drawing Emcee down into a proper kiss. One that makes the apologies Jay feels he needs to reiterate. "I won't be far behind to the bar."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee kisses back, warm and sweet and forgiving. He can't stay mad at Jay for long, and it's not in him to be unnecessarily petty. Jay more than makes up for fucking up.

"Well, by the time you get in, I will probably be passed out in bed. But I'll leave you a key and you can pass out with me."

He picks up his coat, plus the shoebox filled with forgotten memories from the Kit Kat Klub.

[runningred]

"I'll arrange for the rats to bring up some breakfast for us in the morning on my way in." He promises, very, very glad for Emcee's forgiveness.

[i_am_your_host]

"Sounds lovely."

Has it almost been twenty-four hours since Emcee first set foot in the new Berlin? He smiles faintly at the absurd thought, as he casts a thorough look around the room. Just to ground himself in the idea that he can come back to this. That this can be his life.

"I'll see you later, darling," he murmurs as he strokes the back of Jay's head, running his fingers through his hair, his touch affectionate.

He then moves off, crossing the room toward the front door. A simple choice to find a doorway to Milliways, isn't it? He places a hand on the knob and turns--

Funny. It actually worked.

With a little wave at Jay over his shoulder, he steps through and shuts the door behind him.