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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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.

Good-

[He gasps out, squeezing his reaper's hand; it's an anchor that keeps him from losing himself too quickly.]

Love you. 'nd love this. But really love you-

Love you Liam...

[He presses his forehead against the man’s shoulder before sucking in a breath. Kissing along his shoulder and back up his neck, he rumbles low and contently while fighting back the coming end.

A rough buck given as he loses hold for a brief second.]

Gods, James- love you so much-!

[With a choked noise he comes, unable to hold out any longer with the swell of emotions that that flood over him. His back bows as he bucks into his reaper, fingers knotting in the sheets below.]

James

Gods yes...

[The words trail off into a dragged heady groan. His hips slowing to a crawl as Liam tenses around him. Taking care, he fucks him through his end. A content hum rumbling in the back of his throat while he squeezes his hand.

That buck drags him out of the moment though. He grunts, rocking up into him before picking up the pace. It’s the call of his name that gets him in the end. How the dullahan says it coupled with all the feelings swirling in him makes control falter and there’s no recovering.]

Liam-shit.

[Burying his face into his neck, he buries himself deep and comes. Panting, he tugs him up and simply holds him close.]

[It takes a long while for him to regain his senses, and even then there''s so little care for anything beyond the feeling of James pressed against his back and so deep within him. He offers a ragged noise of encouragement, arching his back to drive his reaper even closer as the man shivers and swears, and the sound of his name dripping from his lips is the sweetest thing he thinks he's ever heard.]

Love you. Love you so much.

[The words tumble from his lips easily, and though there's exhaustion evident in his tone there's another hint of affection and mischief beyond that.]

James...

[He shudders against the dullahan, slowly his pace down until finally reaching a full stop and simply remaining in him. His breath hot against Liam’s shoulder as he pants and slowly catches a couple of moments to get it back to a semblance of steady.

His arms wind themselves around Liam to keep him close. James nuzzling into his neck, pressing gentle kisses along the dark marks of nips and the dullahan’s separation scar. There’s the burn of exhaustion in his muscle but he’s more focused on the tightness and warmth in his chest.

There’s an undying wave of affection for Liam now after everything. Sure the sex was nice but the admission was what stuck with him most.]

Love you, Liam.

Love you-

[The words are quiet, tired, but filled with wonder and affection. In the glow of the aftermath everything seems almost unreal, but the weight and warmth of his reaper pressed close is enough to keep Liam grounded and focused. There are lips at his neck and he groans softly with the feeling, reaching back to gently run his fingers through James' hair.]

Love you so much.