sword_breaker | Myth!AU

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Myth!AU - O' Death

[There's a slight wind to give signs that colder weather was going to hit the city at some point but otherwise the chill didn't faze many much with the sun pouring down rays without any resistance from white wisps streaking across blue. Another busy work day for most people as they packed the sidewalks in order to accomplish whatever the day asked of them to do, some of them heading off towards lunch break even as the afternoon brought along ease in traffic after the rushing around or rather dead still in the morning commutes that always came like clockwork. The towering skyscrapers piercing above while scattered about were busy shops and apartment complexes ranging to the higher end of the spectrum, fortunate for several residents of them being close to where they worked usually.

However it didn't matter much to the man lying face first towards the blue in an alley, red bursts staining his shirt in an act of fatal defiance against the fabric. He wasn't caring about anything anymore. Pools of crimson have congealing into a sticky mess at his side to keep company with the broken body though it was a waste honestly. A barrier of yellow and black tape announcing the crime scene as if the body and the blood weren't enough already to do so. Officers scurrying about to comb through every little thing in order to scrounge up evidence ranging from fingerprints to shell casings while a medical examiner started jotting down notes as though it were a race.

To be fair, it was a race that was ticking away for all of them but yet he didn't exactly have to put so much effort into finding out the who, why and whatnot of this particular case. Never really showed interest in the exact details of a person's death as it wasn't under his job description nor would he if paid enough, more so content enough with the tasks that were scheduled for him to do. He sends a confirmation of his arrival with a quick text before stowing away the smart phone into his back pocket and assessing the fussing police. No doubt Matthieu was going to blow his phone up with messages after getting the answer but that could be ignored.

Passing underneath the tape, the man eased through the scene with no problems coming from the uniformed others. Though that was the point of having such a decent illusion in order to essentially make him invisible, allowing a much easier time accomplishing his tasks without the stupid questions that would be raised at his presence much less what he would do here. He had the slight frown that could've been considered appropriate for the situation but the claw marks and irrevocably damaged right eye would certainly cause a more sinister thought process to occur. Maybe even be considered as a hit man that had down the crime but to be fair he didn't hunt unless told otherwise and certainly not boring humans such as this idiot. Besides a man decked in a suit stood out in this mess with much help to his disregard of everything save for the dead man who certainly was still brimming with the confused energy of a trapped soul. Definitely need to rectify that.

James crouched down right next to the examiner and fished out a knife before making an incision right at the heart before reaching down to draw out the reluctant soul. The reaper was only doing his job and besides no one was going to see him do his work, not the police nor the surrounding crowd of onlookers.

He was looking forward to the break after this one, sneak away towards his usual haunt; a coffee shop that boasted fantastic blends that were more so a necessity at this rate rather than a mere commodity and plus the perfect spot he claimed by the window in order to watch the world keep moving. The energy from the illusion would be easily restored during that. Then it would be another one in midtown before being able to return back home for the day and unwind. That or check with the bar to make sure a friend or two didn't snoop around more than they should. The former was going to be the most probable though so he shows the other idea to the back of his mind before focusing.]

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I'm gonna... Oh gods Liam.

[He screws his eyes shut and groans, pausing in his strokes as he bucks hard into him. The pleading is his downfall with the reaper coming over a couple of rough thrusts. His breath ragged while he lies underneath Liam, fingers slowly going back to the up and down exploring of the man's length.

Fuck...

Shit-

[He can only offer a choked moan at the sudden deep thrusts, tilting his head back and screwing his eyes shut to try to weather through and hold on. The raw intensity in James' voice shoots through him and he gasps, reaching down to intertwine his fingers with the reaper's, stroking himself almost desperately.]

Fuck, fuck James-

[He chokes on his words, spine bowing as he goes taught and comes, staining their fingers with sticky heat. It momentarily robs him of his senses, and he shudders as he slowly comes back down to earth, hips bucking feebly to try and chase the very last drops of sensation.]

Fuckin' love you. So much.

Liam...shit.

[He screws his eyes shut as he pants heavily, groaning under his breath while Liam works himself over. Slitting his eyes open, he looks up with a pleased smirk and drags his fingers along his length to help him along. A content hum easing from him as he starts to catch his breath.]

I got you. Love you too.

[Lifting his fingers up, he watches his dullahan come undone. There's enough of a tease left to muster in him that he takes his time cleaning his fingers.]

James-

[His breath comes short as the world slowly comes back into view. There's a pleasant ache in his thighs and a wonderful heat spread throughout his chest, and as he cracks an eye open he's greeted with the sight of his reaper gently teasing. Even in the wake of what they've done it still sends a dull pulse of arousal down his spine, and he's grinning as he leans down to kiss the man slow and deep.

When he finally breaks for breath he doesn't pull back, instead savoring the closeness.]

You're amazing yeah?

[He’s quick to return the grin with his own, moving his hand out of the way to enjoy the kiss happily. Gently he holds the back of Liam’s neck and gives small strokes of his thumb while they drag the kiss as much as they can before having to break away.]

Don’t sell yourself short. We’re amazing.

[A brief kiss stolen while he enjoys him being close.]

[For a moment he's cheeky, breaking the kiss to catch James' wrist and run his tongue over the mess on his fingers, but his impish grin quickly softens.]

Together. We're amazing together.

[But he's more than content to fall into another kiss, smiling all the while.]

We are. Always will be and nothing can change that.

[He does raise a brow at the fingers stopping his hand from retreating, watching the dullahan clean any mess that remained. Still his grin is mostly caused by the words shared between rather than actual.

That doesn’t stop him from teasing.]

Keep it up and I’m sure you’ll have another chance to lick them soon.

Gonna hold you to that.

He teases back, grinning toothily. He ducks his head slightly, sliding his tongue over one of his hunter's fingers before placing a small kiss at the tip.]

After all, you said you wanted to know what the best place in the apartment was.

[He hums softly, watching him before working his hand free to bury in his hair and tug him down into a deep kiss. Letting up to take in a breath, the reaper smirks up at him. It takes a bit of moving around but he manages to push himself up, keeping his dullahan in his lap.]

I haven’t forgotten. Still have a lot to go.

[Another kiss stolen before more are trailed down the man’s neck.]

Saying you want more, hm?

[He lets himself be moved, shifting until he's able to rest comfortably in James' lap without separating from him from a moment. There's warmth in his chest, and he groans appreciatively as his reaper's mouth wanders.]

Definitely what I'm saying, yeah?

[The reaper brushes his tongue over the small hurts that he's left along the dullahan's neck before tracing the seam with the tip slowly. A warm kiss pressed to his throat before pulling away and stealing a brief one from Liam's lips. His hands resting on his hips.]

So where to next then? Sort of picked the last two so what would you like next, hm?

[Even with the weariness borne of their previous activities, the sensation of James' tongue along his neck still solicits a shudder down Liam's spine. There's something just profoundly intimate about allowing anyone so close to such a vulnerable part of him, and he finds he's more than happy to share that with his reaper.

He feigns as if he's lost in thought for a moment, but the illusion is quickly ruined by a crooked, impish grin that he can't quite hide.]

I mean, figure that you said couch before. Would be real selfish of me not to oblige that.

[He smiles warmly into his shoulder, humming soft and low at the shudder before tracing his fingers down Liam's spine. His hand coming to rest at his lower back while he presses a kiss. There was nowhere else he would rather be or honestly with whomever he'd rather be.

He hadn't been lying. Liam felt like home and he didn't realize how badly he'd been missing that feeling until realizing what he had nearly lost.]

Hm I think that can be arranged.

[It takes a moment to shift around so that he can slip free. Stumbling to a crouch, he makes most of the opportunity and scoops Liam up into his arms so to carry the dullahan with a pleased smirk.]

Nn...

[There's a small noise of disappointment when James slips free, and it's accompanied by a profound sense of emptiness that Liam isn't a fan of. But the temporary separation is put at bay when he feels his reaper's arms about him, and he grins back up at the man as he leans up to press a kiss to his collarbone.]

Thinkin' that you're rather kind to be bein' so nice and all. Also thinkin' that I'm feelin' a little lonely without you in me.

[He’d rather have stayed on the floor, resting with the dullahan in his lap but the rush of doing such explorations was enthralling. It’s been decades since the last time they ever had intimate night together. Plenty of time to make up and he’s happy to oblige any of the man’s desires.

Even so with that and the previous bouts, heat lances through his cheeks at the comment. James smirks, laughing softly as he manages to nab the bottle and head downstairs.]

Well I’d hate to leave you lonely. If it’s so bad...

[He gently lets him down in the living room before tossing the bottle to the couch. Yet there’s no urgency to follow after it. Instead the reaper trails a hand down as he gets onto his knees.]

Let me make it up to you.

[Gentle kisses pressed to his hip before slowly moving over to the base. Looking up, he drags his tongue up along the length of his cock.]

It's so very bad, just terrible.

[His grin turns devilish as he teases, nipping small, red marks into James skin. Even incapacitated like this he's still giving it his all, unwilling to give even an inch in this game they're playing.

That's summarily ruined, however, when James finally sets him down. He reaches for the man, but falls short as the reaper sinks to his knees and while teasing words ring through the air Liam swears under his breath. There's a mouth at his hip and when he pries his eyes open the sight of his reaper there on his knees is enough to punch the breath from his lungs.]

James-

[The man's name trails off into a low moan, but he can't look away. James is gorgeous, and there's a playfulness in his eyes that's captivating.]

[A low hum in acknowledgement but otherwise all of his focus was on lavishing his dullahan with attention. Drawn out brushes of his tongue along his length with a couple of kisses mouth as well. Then he moves on to trace the tip as slowly as he can manage, encouraged by all of the sounds that slip from Liam.

Another glance up at him and then he's easing him into his mouth. His tongue teasing the underside as he inches him further in until pausing to swallow around him. Easing him out, the reaper bobs his head with a steady and slow pace to start. His eyes slipping shut as he focuses on the rhythm as much working the movement with all of the finer things of being mouthy.]

[James' name is a prayer that falls from his lips, quietly at first but rising in tone and intensity with each feather-light brush of his lips. The heat is maddening, but what breaks all of his resolve is when his reaper looks up; the love in his gaze is more than enough to cause Liam to crumble in upon himself, and he moans low and reverently as he fights to keep watching the man work.

Fingers curl a bit harder in James' hair, stroking gently as Liam's hands shake. Praise comes in breathy gasps, and he stills himself against bucking in order to just let the reaper work.]

Beautiful [He manages You're so beautiful- shit

[There's nothing better to hear than the noises dripping off of Liam's tongue. It gives him a boost to his confidence in doing this, knowing that the dullahan was enjoying himself. He groans encouragingly around him, rumbling soft pleased noises at the hands in his hair.

He continues the steady easing of the man in and out. Time taken to drag along the underside, tracing the head before bringing him back in. His hands resting at Liam's hips to keep him steady while he works.]

[More and more, the curses drip from his tongue as his reaper works. Everything is intense, he's hypersensitive after their previous rounds, and each small movement feels amplified by a thousand. One hand strays from James' hair, seeking purchase on the couch's arm as he legs nearly buckle after a particularly deep bob of the man's head.

There's a tightness wound in him, hot and coiled tight, and he shudders with the force of holding onto it tight and keeping himself calm. It's a losing battle, it always is, but he's determined to make this last.]

Y'gotta- 'm gonna if you keep that up-

[An encouraging groan slips from him as he works along his dullahan's length. He slows when he feels him quake too much and there's a glance up to make sure that everything was ok before picking back up on the intensity as much as the pace.

His hands gently squeeze Liam's hips, giving as much of answer that he can without stopping.]

[The feeling of a hand on his hip punches a deep groan from his chest, and while he hands onto the couch like a lifeline it still takes all his power to keep his knees from buckling. All coherent thought is gone now, replaced by the intensity coiling low in his stomach as his concentration breaks and he thrusts into James' mouth with a ragged gasp.

It doesn't take more than a few moments before he's stuttering out a warning, trying to make an attempt before he comes with a choked noise, fingers tightening into his reaper's hair as he rides out the sensations that threaten to bring him to the floor.

Though his senses take leave, he sags back against the couch, panting heavily.]

[Another encouraging groan as he works with the thrusts so he doesn’t choke and ruin things. It takes him slightly by surprise and he has to take a slower approach but it’s worth it in the end. So long as his dullahan was still making those wonderful sounds and his fingers remained in his hair.

Bitter salt floods his tongue and he sucks it down, groaning low barely above a soft rumble. Pulling away, his cheeks are flushed and eyes closed while he presses gentle kisses along the man’s hip. A gentle nuzzle given before he finally looks up.]

You ok up there?

[A breathless smile offered to him.]

I-

[He starts, but the words are heavy on the tip of his tongue and instead he merely takes a moment to catch his breath. Fingers trace down James' jaw reverently, tilting his head up until Liam is able to gaze down into his eyes.]

Gods...you're amazing. So damn amazing.

[With a slight nudge he coaxes the man up before dragging him down to the couch with an arm wrapped around his waist. There are no more words, and instead he kisses him long and deep and slow.]

Not going to be any less for you. Deserve the best.

[It only takes a couple of moments to gather himself, catching his breath while he looks up at Liam with a smirk. However with the gentlre coaxing, the smirk shifts into a grin as he stands back up and into the embrace.

There's other words on his tongue that he wants to say but the lips on his silence them before they can ever muster themselves. Besides actions do speak louder than words sometimes. So he puts all of the affection he was going to say into each moment that they kiss, hoping it comes across.]

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