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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[His hands slowly inch his dullahan's shirt up as they continue on their explorations before his fingers pause to gently tease his nipples. The way it takes Liam's breath away is more than satisfying to get him to continue and well the way he's held onto is certainly encouraging too.

He raises a brow with an inquisitive noise at the tensing before groaning and grinding against him, taking in exactly how hard his dullahan was. His tongue flicks out to lightly brush against the seam before tracing along it ever slowly and kissing it messily in between strokes of his tongue. Curious to say the least and he'll be making sure to remember this from now on.

Pressing him harder against the wall, the reaper takes a chance to nip beneath the mark. Then it's quickly to soothing the small hurt.]

[While he's not proud of the breathy noise that rips from his throat, all Liam is currently concerned with is the fingers at his chest and the weight of James against him.]

K-keep doing that, yeah...

[There's no shame in his voice, and instead one arm snakes down to wind around the reaper's waist, pulling their hips flush so that he can grind hard against the man.]

[The reaper is more than happy to hear that sound from the dullahan, rumbling low in the back of his throat in appreciation as he works. His tongue flicks across the various bites he's left in Liam's skin before focusing upon the slit once more. That's what was earning majority of the noises anyway.

Plus it didn't hurt to be encouraged. Though the wall was starting to become less ideal as he thought about it.

Wrapping his hands around his dullahan's shoulders, he guides him further into the apartment. Stairs weren't going to be tempted right now so he pushes him down onto the couch in the end. Within moments he's pressed against him once more, rocking himself roughly and laving attention to his neck.]

[Oh, moving. Right. The wall probably isn't the best place to be, even if James' skilled fingers and mouth have stolen the thoughts from his head. He allows himself to be moved with absolutely no objection, grasping onto his reaper's shirt to keep him close as they stumble through the apartment.

The couch is a good choice, at least in Liam's distracted opinion, and the moment James is flush against him again he groans low and hot against the man's temple as more attention to lavished to his neck.

Freeing one hand he slides his fingers down James' back until he's able to pull the reaper even closer, grinding against him with needless abandon as the other hand works to devest the man of his shirt.]

[He pulls away for a moment so that his shirt can be tugged off before he's down once more smearing kisses and brushing the tip of his tongue along the mark. The noises of the dullahan were fantastic and more than enough encouragement for him to continue. Another nibble below the seam as he runs his lips along the various bites.

A groan slips out being flush with Liam and his hand skirts over to cup him. Gods he can feel how hard he was, giving a soft squeeze.

Moments later his hand is slipping under his waistband to wrap around Liam's length. Then it's steady stroking coupled with a gentle grind against him. He closes his eyes and bites his lips to stifle a groan.]

Look whose all enjoying himself. Gods I want to fuck you so bad...

Gods, please.

[Though his voice may waver he's still grinning wolfishly up at the ceiling, eyes screwed shut and fingers tracing down the length of James' spine. The reaper's hand on him is good, almost too good, and he's entirely certain that this is perhaps the best possible way to end a day that had originally begun with worry and concern.

Freeing one hand, he slips between the both of them to work his own fly open so that he can roughly shove his pants down enough to provide James better access before getting to work on the reaper's own pants. Feeling how excited the man was was a reward in its own, and as soon as he's able to reach in and take him in hand.]

I'd be stupid not to be enjoying. I'm thinkin' though that I'd enjoy it a lot more if your cock was deep in me, yeah?

Fucking you until you can only say my name on those gorgeous lips of yours.

[He steals away a kiss, dragging his teeth along Liam's lower lip. His lips softly brush along jaw before going up to press against his forehead. A small groan easing out as he arches up into the gentle touch.]

You're amazing and lovely... Just all of you is.

[Pausing midstroke, he waits for Liam to do as he wishes before resuming. His eyes wandering down appreciatively with the curl of a smirk. His hands tugging off both of their pants before returning to the dullahan's length.

A shudder rocks through him at the hand and he closes his eyes, moaning eagerly. He reaches up to take Liam's free hand and lace their fingers together.]

I want to be yours.

Gods yes-

[It takes a small amount of manuvering, but he manages to bring their clasped hands to his lips, pressing a messy kiss to the back of James' hand.]

Always yours. Promise always yours, and you're always mine.

[With a cant of his hips he slides himself against the reaper, looking up at the man to grin wolfishly despite the dusting of pink over his cheeks.]

C'mon and fuck me then. C'mon, I want you.

[Even with all of the desire clouding his mind, he looks down at Liam with a warm fondness that speaks volumes beyond pure want. The reaper has completely fallen for the dullahan and those words simply seal the deal.]

Together, yea? Yours. Mine.

[He groans at the hard length pressing against his and he roughly grinds back down against Liam. Shaking his head, he slips off the couch before tugging him off the couch to lead upstairs.]

Come on. Thinking that the bed would be better to fuck you on. Don't want to hurt you. Want this to be nice.

Together.

[It's a confirmation of everything that he could ever put into words, and as keyed up and wanting as he is the emotional satisfaction trumps the physical at every turn.

Stealing a kiss, he slowly slides himself against his reaper before breaking away to grin impishly.]

Bed would be good. Bed, back of the couch, hell even the floor, just so long as you fuck me.

[That grinding accompanied with the kiss pushes him to the edge of saying yes to fucking him right on the floor. However it could be better than that. So effort goes elsewhere.

Tugging him up the stairs, the reaper leads the dullahan into the bedroom before slipping behind him and pressing him against the bed. His hands roam along Liam's hips while he smears kisses along his neck and shoulders. Rubbing himself against him, he grunts and tries to swallow the urge to take him as is.

Instead he pulls away for a second to nab the bottle of lube and a condom from the night stand. Flicking off the cap, he slicks his fingers and returns to behind Liam before circling around his hole. Slowly a finger slips in a few moments later.]

As I said, don't want to hurt you. Want to fuck you nice and good but not yet...

Yes-

[His attempts at coherency trail off into a low, stuttered groan and everything be damned but all he wants at that moment is for the reaper to take him right then and there. His skin is over-warm against the sheets as he shamelessly ruts back, offering up a weak huff of laughter as he feels the mattress shift and James' heat pull away.]

Don't keep me waiting

[He goads, fingers winding in the fabric below him as he finally, finally, feels James return. His patience has been rewarded too, it seems, as he feels the mans finger slip within him and the sensation earns a heady moan that he doesn't bother to try to stifle.]

I know you're gonna, gods c'mon I can take it please-

Patience much...?

[The tease is lighthearted as he leans in to smear heated kisses along Liam's shoulder before trailing them upwards along his pulse. His tongue flicking out against the dullahan's neck seam for a brief moment before paying more affection to the various darkening marks he had left scattered above and below it. He hums contently at the groan though, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

His finger being joined by another to get more of those noises. All the while his other hand eases over to press against the man's stomach, teasingly close to his length yet far enough to not touch.]

You sure about that?

[He crooks his fingers inside of him as continues riling him up.]

Ran out a long time ago.

[The words are tinged with amusement, airy and rough with desire as he arches his back to try to work James' fingers deeper. While there's a small spike of sensation it isn't enough, and he groans into the sheets at the sensation of a hand so teasingly close. He's hard, desperately so now, but there's something about being so carefully denied that's thrilling.]

'm good, I can handle it. C'mon please-

[He hums pleased at all of the groaning offered by the dullahan before removing his fingers from him. Temptation is too great however as his hand dips down to brush against Liam's length, fingers roaming along it. Gods it was amazing to feel how hard he had made him.

His thumb circles around the head, smearing the slick around until retreating to get the condom on. More lube to slick himself and he's rubbing up against him eagerly.

Gently he pokes at his hole, his hand back to Liam's stomach while the other squeezes his hip.]

Guess it's about time a reaper fucked you over, hm? Just in a fair better way...

[There's a hand on him finally and Liam isn't too proud to prevent himself from rutting into his reaper's fingers with a pleased noise. It's short-lived, suddenly James has completely removed himself and that's terrible, but any potential upset is soon soothed by the feeling of the man's length so teasingly close.

With a huff of laughter he winds his fingers in the sheets, rutting back against his reaper in an attempt to draw him closer.]

I'd settle for just fucked right now. C'mon-

[Working another mark into the dullahan's neck, he gladly gives him what he so wants. A rough grunt leaving him while finally burying himself into Liam. Sharp breaths sucked through clenched teeth as his hips become flush with the other man's.]

Gods yes...

[One hand remains at Liam's stomach while the other winds tight around the sheets. He nudges against him for a moment before slowly withdrawing, waiting, and then easing back in. His thrusts cautiously slow yet deep.]

[The reaper is rewarded with a breathless curse from the man beneath him, and as their hips meet Liam arches his back to try to work James deeper. There's a dull spark of sensation as he does, and he lets out a shaky breath as he slowly adjust to being so filled.

The sense of loss as the other man starts to withdraw is profound, and he curses again as he lets his head drop to the bed and his eyes screw shut. It's good, incredibly good, and the pace is appreciated because it's been a while for him. Even if ever fiber of his being is screaming at him to go quicker, it's much better to play safe and instead savor the feeling of his reaper within him.

As James falls forward he reaches out to cover the man's hand with his own, clumsily lacing their fingers together against the soft sheets.]

[His hand drifts across the dullahan's stomach before resting at his hip, arm now wound tight around him to press him in close and remain close. He sucks in a shuddering breath between clenched teeth.

Something tightens in his chest at the touch and he squeezes Liam's fingers. He nudges him gently before stealing away a deep and tender kiss, fucking the man against the bed.]

[He has to crane his neck at an awkward angle, but it's entirely worth it when his hunter steals his breath away with the kiss. Despite everything, it's that small gesture that brings a flush high to his cheeks and causes his heat to skip for just a beat.

When he finally has to break away, he rests his forehead against his forearm, taking in a stuttered breath.]

Love you-

[When the dullahan pulls away, he manages to catch a breather before smearing kisses along his shoulders. His lips brush against his pulse when he draws back in; gentle affection given to the mark as he follows it around to the other side.

He hesitates at the words though. His throat tightening up for a moment at the surge of emotion and he gapes for a moment while struggling to find words. Though he manages to lean in close, making his moves as deep and tender as he can manage.]

I love you, Liam...

[His hand slides up to rest against Liam's heart, taking in its beats. He noses against his pulse and closes his eyes to appreciate the moment.]

[Through the heat and intensity of everything, something shifts the moment he lets the words slip and for half a moment Liam is worried that he's gone to far.

But then James is whispering in his ear and the entire world seems to stop; what had been borne out of need and desire has taken a turn and it takes his breath away to hear his feelings reciprocated.

There's a hand at his chest and oh how he wants to reach up, to lace his fingers with his reaper's, but the angle is too difficult and so instead he reaches back until he's able to thread his fingers into James' hair to pull him up and into a kiss.]

Love you-James- gods I love you-

[His chest tightens with the panic of having dropped those words. What if Liam hadn’t meant them beyond what they were doing? He wouldn’t blame him with amped up the dullahan had gotten.

Yet there’s a shift and fingers in his hair that earns a low groan from him. Not from the contact but the intent of it. That and the kiss wipe away his fears of those few shared words.

He kisses him long and hard, wanting express every emotion that fumbles along with the heated desire. Pulling away, he buried himself into him and stills for a moment. The words soaking in again and encourages him to pick up the pace.]

Love you, Liam—fuck.

[When they finally break for quick breaths there's a small, almost shy grin on that crosses his lips. Despite how tangled together they are, how everything is skin against skin and teasing bites, there's something more than intimate that passes between them. It's more than the sex.

James moves, and with a shaky inhale Liam bows his back, fingers winding in the sheets below them as he screws his eyes shut.]

Love you so much-

[The words dissolve into a heady moan before he can continue.]

Gods, you’re amazing...

[He groans low and heated against Liam’s neck, pressing gentle kisses as he rocks into him. Each thrust sinking into the dullahan nearly robbing him of his breath no matter the few pauses he takes to draw things out.

His hand goes back down to lace his fingers with his. The words earning a small shaky smile. This was far more than what he had expected when he first proposed fucking him. So much more and well he’d be damned if he didn’t admit that he was so glad it became so.]

Love you with all my being. Huh...not saying that cause I’m screwing you—shit.