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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Don’t blame you for thinking like that. Especially considering everything.

[His free hand goes to cup Liam’s cheek, tracing his thumb over his jawline. Leaning in he steals a brief kiss though he’s rather keen on stealing another but the words stop him enough that he stops to soak them in as much as the dumb smile.]

Good to know and same really.

[Sighing softly, he takes a moment to shift and get more comfortable underneath. Though a glance down is certainly enough to get his mind wandering and well he’s rather mindful of what they had been doing before.

And plus there was a bit from memory now.]

...still curious to know what your favorite spot in this place is.

[Sweet sentiments are enough to distract him, and the realization that he's finally found his beloved again is certainly monumental. He's bathing in all the warmth and affection, but then James shifts and his attention is drawn elsewhere. It's an innocent sort of thing to begin with, but the fact of their earlier romp was more than apparent.

Slowly the shy grin morphs into a cheeky smirk, and he leans down to steal a kiss again, this time only slightly less chaste than before. Hands gently slide down James' stomach, and when he finally breaks away he gives a slight shift of his hips.]

Still gotta figure that out, yeah?

[A low groan slipping from his lips when Liam pulls away, humming softly at the downward draw of his hands. He laughs under his breath before rocking against him tentatively, making sure that this is what they both wanted rather than single sided.

He was excited to have him back in his life and to remember. Last thing he wanted to do was ruin the second chance he thought he’d never have.]

Have a whole lot of places to hit up but did remember you saying the floor for sure.

Definitely.

[He flashes a wolfish grin, filled with teeth and the promise of misbehaviour, as he rocks himself down against James again with a low noise. It's a slower burn this time, filled with sweetness that accompanies the first stirrings of heat in his blood, and he takes his time. Fingers smooth over James' stomach, helping him balance as he grinds, and he's entirely certain there's nowhere else in the world he'd rather be.]

And would you look at that, here's the floor. How convenient.

I did drag us down here for a reason. Thinking that’s mighty convenient.

[He leans back for a moment, enjoying the slow touches between the two of them. However that smirk is encouraging enough for him to slip his hand down and brush his fingers along Liam’s length. It’s not long before he traces his thumb along the head, teasing him further.]

Got to work up to it, right?

Lookit you, thinking ahead.

[His spine bows, and he arches into James' hand with a pleased noise as his eyes slip shut. The smirk is still ever-present though, and he shifts to slowly grind against the reaper's own growing arousal. After all, it wouldn't be fair to take and not give.]

Hell, I'd say just get yourself slicked up and we'd be all ready to go.

[He pauses for a moment, not quite cognicent of what he's just let slip, but the moment he gets more than half a thought to process his shoulders drop just a moment and he does have the decency to look properly embarrassed.]

Er. I mean. That's if you're okay with that.

Looking at someone far better right now.

[His hand pauses at the grind, groaning as he rock slowly up to meet him. It’s not too much to press the both of them together and stroke at the same time. Sharing is caring as they say.

However what the dullahan says next makes him blink. It takes a moment or two but he offers a smirk and a glance back at the bed.]

I ugh wouldn’t be opposed to that. Guess you’re wanting it to be more fulfilling?

[And maybe he puts emphasis on the filling part.]

Bottle’s behind you if you don’t mind nabbing it.

No, no! I mean it's totally fulfi-oh. Oh.

[The hasty reassurances die quickly when he catches James' meaning, and there's a shudder that runs up his spine as he groans under his breath. The sensation of his reaper pressed against him and a hand about him is suddenly enhanced tenfold, and he thrusts himself into the strokes with little abandon.]

Yeah, yeah I can do that.

[Though he's reticent to pull away from the attention he forces himself to move, leaning back and stretching as much as he can in order to snag the bottle from where it had been discarded. There's no fancy pretense as he settles down again, clicking open the cap and drizzling the cool, viscous liquid between the both of them. His free hand reaches down to curl around his hunter's length, spreading the stuff with slow, teasing strokes.]

Definitely can do that.

You know you’re really cute like that, yea? But seems to me that’s what you want.

[At first it’s a subtle shift in the dullahan’s disposition and it’s rather nice to draw those noises from him. However it’s far more rewarding when he starts getting more into the strokes and James can’t help but buck against him, driving him on.

He slows his strokes to let Liam search for the bottle. Another smirk flashed as he watches him slick the both of them up. His hand working with his dullahan’s to make sure it was spread between the both of them with a throaty moan.]

Think I remember hearing earlier how much you wanted my cock deep in you... Fancy having it again?

[The sound of his reaper's pleasure only spurs him on, and Liam has the audacity to grin toothily down at him. The cheeky expression is somewhat mitigated by the deep flush painted across his cheeks but it doesn't stop him from leaning down to steal a quick, heated kiss.

Without saying a word he reluctantly pushes James' hand away, pausing only to reach over and wipe the excess lube off on his own discarded clothing. With that, he hikes himself up until he's able to position himself, one hand reaching back to almost teasingly rub the head of his reaper's length against his hole. It doesn't last long though, and he sinks down with an unabashed groan, free hand splayed across James' stomach to help him balance.

Finally he manages it all, and he takes a moment to savor the sensation of fullness as he gazes down to his reaper with a shaky laugh.]

Answer enough for you?

[He tries to chase after the kiss but the hand working him gathers his attention before he gets far. The dullahan’s fingers spreading the slick up and down to coax appreciative groans from him. Biting his lip, he meets his eyes for a moment and gods how that smile sends a burst of pure warmth to his chest.

However James loses himself in his dullahan’s teasing until the breath is nearly punched from his lungs. He watches, moaning, as his length slowly vanishes into Liam. It was hot to look at but eventually the reaper leans back, savoring the feel of being buried in that snug heat. His hips bucking up some to make sure he was as deep as Liam wanted.]

Fuck yes...

[For a moment he just savors the sensation of being so filled, looking down over his reaper with half-lidded eyes. Any thoughts are driven from his head, however, when James moves and he rewards the action with a throaty moan.]

's good. 's real good.

[His voice is hoarse and heady with desire, and it doesn't take long before he draws himself up again, very nearly letting James slip out of him, before rocking back down.]

Love your cock. Love you.

[He starts slow, working his reaper deep as he moves. There's no attempt to stifle any of his noises, and he groans his appreciation with each passing moment.]

Love you so much.

[His fingers travel up along his dullahan’s stomach before rolling a nipple with his thumb. Eventually that halts thanks to the pleasure that crashed over him in waves as Liam moves and with it drags out further pleased noises from him. Dragging his hand down, he grips his waist and lays back on the floor.]

I can tell. Trust me when I say it does too.

[Closing his eyes, he smiles as heat lance said through his cheeks. His hips rocking up into each drawn out thrust.]

Also that I love you. So much so.

[Every word that drips from his reaper's mouth sends a shiver up Liam's spine, and he exhales roughly as he works, shuddering at a particularly perfect thrust.]

Fuck, James-

[The man beneath him is beautiful, he decides, from the flush staining his cheeks to the grin that graces his face. No, not beautiful, gorgeous, and he groans low and appreciative under his breath.]

Love you. Love you so much.

[James groans happily, screwing his eyes shut as he moves to hold his dullahan’s hips. He picks up on the noise and aims to drag more out from him. His hips angling to find that special spot again.]

Gods yes Liam...

[He sucks in a breath between clenched teeth before looking up at him with hooded eyes.]

Love you so much.

[The new angle punches the breath from his lungs, and Liam groans long and low as one hand scrabbles for purchase at James' hip. The other snakes between the both of them, wrapping around his own length though still for the time being. It's intense, and he doesn't want this to ever end.]

Look good, you look really good.

[He slurs the words between moans, flashing a cheeky smile down at his reaper.]

Wouldn't mind seeing that more often.

Hrm?

[The wonderful movements have stopped and he’s not one to complain even with the stop. Everything still nearly overwhelms. Plus he’s with Liam which is more than he can ever ask for. Having a complete thought process though? That’s tough.

Raising a brow, he tries to piece things as best he can while so thoroughly distracted.]

Looking good or...? Cause you see me all the time now.

You always look good.

[He slowly rocks his hips, keeping the pace languid and lazy. The grin hasn't broken, and he moans unabashedly as he moves, fingers splayed across James' stomach.]

But like this. Free and unrestrained.

[His breath hitches and a shiver runs up his spine at a particularly deep thrust, and he offers a shaky laugh.]

You're gorgeous. So goddamn gorgeous.

Oh I ugh.

[His words fail him between the surge of emotions from what Liam says combined with the way the other man moves atop him. Whatever he tried to say shifts easily into a drawn out groan. Gods those fingers don’t help.]

You sort of caused this.

[A grin flashed as he looks up at him. His hips bucking up with each thrust down. A hand of his eases over to brush his thumb against the head of Liam’s length.]

And that’s no complaint.

Yeah I- I think I kinda like being the cause.

[He laughs quietly, but it quickly dissolves into a low moan with the sensation of James' hand brushing across his length. It's an electric jolt of sensation that has him gasping and riding his reaper harder, eyes slipping shut.]

Think I wanna be the cause more often.

Won’t say no to that. You’re wonderful and amazing—shit.

[His hand wraps around his dullahan’s length and slowly begins to stroke, hoping to earn more of those noises. A particular hard thrust earns a low groan from him as the familiar tightness starts to build in his lower stomach as he fights off his end.]

Going to fill you up so nice.

[He can only offer a choked noise as fingers wrap around him, and as much as he wants to respond the only noise he can work out is a low moan that dissolves into breathless laughter.]

Gods, please-

[He manages a grin down, shaking with the attempt of holding off his inevitable end.]</small Please, James, please-

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.]