sword_breaker | Myth!AU

[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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[A shaky mischievous smirk thrown down at him as she roughly grinds down onto him. She tries to talk at first but it fumbles into a low moan.]

G-go for it.

[There it is, his opening. Permission be damned, even if it's already granted, he's reaching for her now, hands at her hips to steady her as he bucks with a ragged noise.]

[She lets out a sharp moan, clutching at the sheets as her breathing turns even more shaky by the shot of rough pleasure. Her smirk is still present though.]

You're such a dick...

You love it-

[It's a breathless reply though, because he's fighting to keep control.]

You would be so bored if I wasn't.

[He shoots a smirk back, fingers slipping down between her legs to help her along.]

So bored.

You flatter yourself too much. Besides we both know you're the one who'd be bored, mutt...

[A sharp gasp hisses out between clenched teeth, rocking harder against both his hips and his fingers now. She leans down to smear kisses along his shoulder and neck. It would be a tad less lively around her apartment and maybe in her life but she wasn't going to tell him that.]

Just enough, I think.

[He's smirking now, free hand gripping tight to her hip as he bucks into her roughly. So much for playing nice.]

Fuck

[Her hand comes up to clutch at his shoulder, biting her lip to force away a moan.]

I beg to differ.

Beg, do you?

[The grin is back, wolfish and sharp as he grips at her hip to pull her down. It's accompanied by a rough, deep thrust before he stills, holding her there even if it takes all of his concentration and willpower.]

[A shudder shoots through her spine as she fails to swallow a loud moan, grinding her teeth as he forces her to still. She raises a brow at him and clearly wasn't amused at the turn of events.]

You really going to be that much of an ass?

Would you expect anything more from me?

[But his fingers are still moving against her, even if his hips have stilled. It takes far more concentration than he'd like to admit, and though he grins he's still clenching his jaw to keep himself under control.]

You know that you can be replaced, hm? By a toy no less.

[However she's more than content to rock her hips against his fingers with a soft sigh but not giving him the satisfaction of her begging. She wasn't the one that was going to crack if she can help it. Especially after the earlier torture that she had thrown at him.]

Would you use me as a toy, then?

[By everything holy and divine he wants to move, but he can't resist teasing just a bit more. He relents only slightly though, slowly rocking his hips up with a hiss through clenched teeth.]

Keep it up and I'll turn you into one. How about that, mutt?

[She sighs in relief at him finally moving again and tries to coax more from him as she starts to ride him once more, ignoring his grip on her waist.]

Oh? A fate not as terrible as it would sound. Hmm, providing pleasure for my mate? Certainly not terrible at all.

[She's moving again though, and it's enough to break his resolve forthright. His grip loosens and he bucks hard, groaning low in his throat as his eyes slip shut.]

It would make you shut that dumb mouth of yours.

[Another quick smirk before she's lost to the pleasure with a soft moan. Kisses smeared once more along his neck and shoulder as she lowers herself enough that it makes her pant.]

F-fuck yes Cyril

You would miss my mouth.

[But the teasing is breathless and rough as he grips her harder, attempts at restraining himself any longer summarily dashed. With how long she had been teasing him, it's a miracle he's lasted as long as he has and it's growing more and more difficult to keep himself under control as moments tick by.]

[She hisses out a shaky breath between clenched teeth as her hands wind tighten into the sheets, screwing her eyes shut. There wasn't much left resistance in her as everything finally reaches a peak and she shouts out his name, trembling while trying to keep herself steady over him. The fae continues to ride him out regardless, moaning.]

Fuck Cyril

[Oh how beautiful she is when she peaks, flushed and wild above him, and he wishes he could take more time to appreciate the view. She's clenching tight around him though, and it breaks anything he has left as he throws his head back and his rhythm falters.

An embarrassingly breathy noise slips past his clenched teeth and he bucks once, twice again before he comes and falls apart into a moaning mess. The buildup makes things even more intense, and it temporarily draws the sense from him, though his fingers still move lazily against the fae as he tries to sort out his thoughts.]

[She falters at the bucks, gasping at each rough grind before echoing his moans and finally slowing down to a halt. The dumb mutt looked so content and breathless that it draws out a proud smirk that she had caused him to be such. The fae dipping down to trail light kisses along his jaws to ease the tension there before sensing his thudding pulse with her lips.

Still a soft groan slips out as she slowly starts to rock against his fingers once more. They still felt so good even after coming down from such an adrenaline high.]

Gods...

[He curses under his breath as he shudders, trying to ground himself even if it's a fruitless effort. Her lips are still on him though, and the noises she makes are enough to have him continuing his ministrations, his fingers working almost lazily.]

Yes?

You're not one of them.

[Humming contently, she slows down to a stop before easing off of him to sit on the edge and lean back. The prospect of another rush was nice but she was satisfied over all and would live without it.]

I thought you'd be satisfied with simply being my mutt.

Mate, deity, both have a nice ring.

[She's sliding away though, and it gives him a chance to stretch and work out the kinks in his shoulders for a moment or so. And dispose of the condom, that's certainly important.

What's more important though is leaning over when he's all finished to wind an arm around her waist and drop a gentle kiss to her shoulder.]

[A soft hum is given in acknowledgement of the kiss as she contently closes her eyes. Her legs easing themselves back and forth while the fae shifts to be more comfortable against him.]

You'll have to be happy with only mate, mutt.

Ah well. Hearing you sing so will have to suffice.

[There's a teasing lilt to his tone, but it's cut through with soft fondness that he doesn't bother to hide. These small moments of intimacy are something that he treasures, and he's reticent to even care about anything else at the moment.]

And your apartment didn't burn down.