10. Semantics
Implied slash, but the last of the slash for awhile. Strings from Esau's point of view.
It is Jacob who imprisons Esau on the Island, Jacob who creates and holds Esau to the rules, Jacob who guides the outsiders from afar. Yet somehow that's just a technicality at times; Esau is the one in charge in every other way, or at least that's what he tells himself. It's a twisted consolation prize, to be trapped but yet dominate the captor beneath the sheets. (Maybe it's just Jacob allowing Esau those few occasions of believing that he has some authority, somewhere?—but Esau denies that fiercely).
It was just another one of those days when the loneliness and the fury at his fate dragged him down further than mere misery, but not quite depression either. Sometimes, he just needed to know the taste of control, the alluring illusion of power, and on that day it tempted him to the point where even tormenting the islanders provided insufficient pleasure. Oh, how he dreaded those days. But at least he had some semblance of a cure, one that would slake his impulse until the next incident.
So he obeyed his instincts, allowing himself into Jacob's abode, and when he had, he breathed in deeply at seeing the sleeping immortal, leapt on the bed and fucked him.
Oh, how Esau enjoyed the gasp as he raked his hands down Jacob's bare back, the soft moan as Esau sucked on the soft pale skin. It was a welcome release, and he savored the sight and the sound of Jacob caught off-guard, in a situation he had not orchestrated himself, not in complete control for those fleeting moments.
Maybe by day Jacob does get to play the jail keeper and the one with the leash, but under the cover of darkness, those are only semantics.