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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[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.

Never going to tire of hearing that. Or saying it either. Hope that’s ok with you.

[A gentle kiss pressed to his dullahan’s shoulder before pulling out and taking care of his mess. He returns soon after to take Liam’s hand and lace their fingers together, tugging him in close again. That warmth sticks with him and it only burns brighter when he’s close to him.]

At some point should put your clothes up here.

[He laughs warmly against his neck as he trails kisses]

Think that’ll be later though. Kind of want to see about what your favorite spot in the apartment will be. Heard the floor possibility...the couch...

[Yes he’s awful but he won’t press the issue if it came down to it. What matters most is Liam and enjoying time however he wants to do so.]

Good, 'cause I'm never gonna stop saying it, I think.

[He grunts slightly as James withdraws and rolls over to the side until he's able to rest on his back. There are aches everywhere, but they're the best thing he thinks that he's felt in a very, very long time. When his reaper returns he all but melts into the embrace, squeezing James' hand gently as he laughs under his breath.]

Yeah, but I think I like 'em where they are right now.

[With an impish grin he shifts and leans down to capture his reaper's lips in a lazy kiss that's filled with teeth and tongue. It gives him time to wind an arm around James' waist and catch his thoughts.]

I mean, I can't say what my favorite is unless we try 'em all, yeah?

I mean they won’t be the only thing on the floor soon with that attitude.

[The kiss draws him in closer until he’s pressed up against his dullahan once more. His free hand trailing down his back before coming to a rest at the man’s lower back. There’s no frantic rush that lights his veins but rather a slow desire.

Humming under his breath, he smirks while tugging him down to the floor. His fingers moving to trace patterns into Liam’s side. A kiss stolen away after a couple of peaceful moments.]

Suppose we can take our time knocking each one out. Make sure you experience all the options available to you.

Is that a promise? It better be a promise.

[He's grinning widely into the kiss, and with gentle motions he lets himself be moved. It's as graceful as he can manage, and he manages to avoid becoming a tangled mess of limbs, but when he's drawn into a kiss again nothing else matters.

With a slight shift of his weight he manuvers himself until he's straddling his reaper, taking care to not break the kiss with each gentle movement. It's a slow thing, and he savors each brush of skin against skin.]

Gotta be thorough.

[His smile fades into something a bit more shy, filled with admiration and affection.]

It’s a promise.

[He kisses along his jawline before trailing them down his neck and along his shoulder. Each one given ample time as though to let the affection sink in. The reaper resting back, looking up at him with a smile.

There was no fussing over having been moved. Simply drinking in the moment. His hands easing to rest on Liam’s hips.]

You know that for an unseelie you sure brighten up my life. Just...you’re the best thing I’ve ever seen.

[There's a teasing retort that dies on the tip of his tongue the moment James continues on, and despite everything that had just previously happened there's a surge of warmth deep in his chest and a flare of affection so intense it threatens to rob him of his senses. This is his reaper, someone he's been blessed to spend his time with, and he's never had anyone like this before: someone so strong, so wonderful, and so amazing. The fact that he's lucky enough to be in James' life is more than he could have ever asked for, and to hear the man say such things...

Such affections are more than he feels he'd ever deserve, but there's a selfish part of him that doesn't care. He wants to be that for James, wants to be such a stable beacon in his life.]

I-

[The words still aren't there, and he ducks his head just a bit, somewhat embarrassed at his sudden tied tongue.]

I wanna be the best I can for you. 'cause you're the best thing to happen to me.

You are. You’re incredible and I’m so lucky to be yours.

[A hand of his trails upwards gently as he sits up underneath Liam. It stops at the back of the dullahan’s neck and his thumb strokes the scar. This was a sign of trust as much as it was the affection and adoration that weaves around them. He leans in, knocking their foreheads together before nosing his cheek.]

I’m yours and I...it’s an honor to call you mine. Gods I’m being a rambling idiot but hard to keep it to myself. Not going to be sorry about it though.

[His fingers give a gentle squeeze to his hip as he nuzzles his shoulder.]

You're never an idiot.

[The words are thick on his tongue as emotion threatens to close his throat. The sincerity of James' statements is overwhelming, and there's a sharp sensation in his chest as he struggles to find a better answer.]

Don't be sorry. Never- never be sorry. Gods, James I-

[He closes his eyes, arching back into the fingers trailing about his neck.]

I can't think of anywhere else I wanna be then with you.