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 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.]

James-

[His breath comes short as the world slowly comes back into view. There's a pleasant ache in his thighs and a wonderful heat spread throughout his chest, and as he cracks an eye open he's greeted with the sight of his reaper gently teasing. Even in the wake of what they've done it still sends a dull pulse of arousal down his spine, and he's grinning as he leans down to kiss the man slow and deep.

When he finally breaks for breath he doesn't pull back, instead savoring the closeness.]

You're amazing yeah?

[He’s quick to return the grin with his own, moving his hand out of the way to enjoy the kiss happily. Gently he holds the back of Liam’s neck and gives small strokes of his thumb while they drag the kiss as much as they can before having to break away.]

Don’t sell yourself short. We’re amazing.

[A brief kiss stolen while he enjoys him being close.]

[For a moment he's cheeky, breaking the kiss to catch James' wrist and run his tongue over the mess on his fingers, but his impish grin quickly softens.]

Together. We're amazing together.

[But he's more than content to fall into another kiss, smiling all the while.]

We are. Always will be and nothing can change that.

[He does raise a brow at the fingers stopping his hand from retreating, watching the dullahan clean any mess that remained. Still his grin is mostly caused by the words shared between rather than actual.

That doesn’t stop him from teasing.]

Keep it up and I’m sure you’ll have another chance to lick them soon.

Gonna hold you to that.

He teases back, grinning toothily. He ducks his head slightly, sliding his tongue over one of his hunter's fingers before placing a small kiss at the tip.]

After all, you said you wanted to know what the best place in the apartment was.

[He hums softly, watching him before working his hand free to bury in his hair and tug him down into a deep kiss. Letting up to take in a breath, the reaper smirks up at him. It takes a bit of moving around but he manages to push himself up, keeping his dullahan in his lap.]

I haven’t forgotten. Still have a lot to go.

[Another kiss stolen before more are trailed down the man’s neck.]

Saying you want more, hm?

[He lets himself be moved, shifting until he's able to rest comfortably in James' lap without separating from him from a moment. There's warmth in his chest, and he groans appreciatively as his reaper's mouth wanders.]

Definitely what I'm saying, yeah?

[The reaper brushes his tongue over the small hurts that he's left along the dullahan's neck before tracing the seam with the tip slowly. A warm kiss pressed to his throat before pulling away and stealing a brief one from Liam's lips. His hands resting on his hips.]

So where to next then? Sort of picked the last two so what would you like next, hm?

[Even with the weariness borne of their previous activities, the sensation of James' tongue along his neck still solicits a shudder down Liam's spine. There's something just profoundly intimate about allowing anyone so close to such a vulnerable part of him, and he finds he's more than happy to share that with his reaper.

He feigns as if he's lost in thought for a moment, but the illusion is quickly ruined by a crooked, impish grin that he can't quite hide.]

I mean, figure that you said couch before. Would be real selfish of me not to oblige that.

[He smiles warmly into his shoulder, humming soft and low at the shudder before tracing his fingers down Liam's spine. His hand coming to rest at his lower back while he presses a kiss. There was nowhere else he would rather be or honestly with whomever he'd rather be.

He hadn't been lying. Liam felt like home and he didn't realize how badly he'd been missing that feeling until realizing what he had nearly lost.]

Hm I think that can be arranged.

[It takes a moment to shift around so that he can slip free. Stumbling to a crouch, he makes most of the opportunity and scoops Liam up into his arms so to carry the dullahan with a pleased smirk.]

Nn...

[There's a small noise of disappointment when James slips free, and it's accompanied by a profound sense of emptiness that Liam isn't a fan of. But the temporary separation is put at bay when he feels his reaper's arms about him, and he grins back up at the man as he leans up to press a kiss to his collarbone.]

Thinkin' that you're rather kind to be bein' so nice and all. Also thinkin' that I'm feelin' a little lonely without you in me.

[He’d rather have stayed on the floor, resting with the dullahan in his lap but the rush of doing such explorations was enthralling. It’s been decades since the last time they ever had intimate night together. Plenty of time to make up and he’s happy to oblige any of the man’s desires.

Even so with that and the previous bouts, heat lances through his cheeks at the comment. James smirks, laughing softly as he manages to nab the bottle and head downstairs.]

Well I’d hate to leave you lonely. If it’s so bad...

[He gently lets him down in the living room before tossing the bottle to the couch. Yet there’s no urgency to follow after it. Instead the reaper trails a hand down as he gets onto his knees.]

Let me make it up to you.

[Gentle kisses pressed to his hip before slowly moving over to the base. Looking up, he drags his tongue up along the length of his cock.]