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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Always.

[He laughs under his breath, smiling down at him and giving a nod. Then it's onto leaning down further to capture his dullahan's lips for a slow drawn out kiss. A hand ghosting along the cushion before coming to rest at Liam's side.]

[His other hand slides up to bury itself in James' hair, fingers gently cradling the back of his head as they kiss. There's a growing warmth between them and he can't help but smile against his hunter's lips.

He gently rolls his hips, breaking the kiss for just a moment to laugh quietly and press another kiss to James' cheek.]

Always.

[And then he dives back into the kiss, pouring all the love he can into the simple gesture.]

[He tilts his head back into the touch before chasing after the kiss once more. Slowly he sinks down onto his elbow to press in closer, tracing gentle patterns down Liam's side all the while. Then all of the touches slow to mere brushes as he responds with his own hip roll.

He doesn't stop with just the one though. James carefully rocks against his dullahan before taking a breather.]

You're the greatest. Don't believe anyone that says otherwise.

[He inhales slowly, a pleased noise slipping from him at the slid of skin on skin. As his eyes slip shut he grins, gently moving to slip a leg around James' so he can tangle the both of them together.]

Nah, you're the greatest. I'm pretty sure of that.

[He rolls his eyes good naturedly before roughly rocking against him once more. Gentle kisses trailing along Liam’s jaw and up to his ear for him to talk low and heated. A smirk on his lips.]

Are you calling me a liar? That’d be a shame if so. Might have to do something about that.

[His grin takes on a wicked aire, and he pretends to think for a moment as he trails his hand along his reaper's lower back. He gives another roll of his hips, inhaling softly at the feeling, but doesn't back down.]

I mean, I might be. Depends. What are you going to do about it?

[He rolls his eyes before his smirk turns with mischievous amusement. His hand taking up one of Liam's wrist before collecting the other and pinning them above the dullahan's head, effectively pinning him to the couch. Kisses trailed down his jaw then along his throat.]

I can do so many things. Just a matter of choosing the right one to punish you with.

Is it really punishment if I like it?

[He smirks up at his reaper, testing the strength of his hold for a moment to see how far he can push. It's playful, this thing between them, and he's more than happy to go along with everything. Especially when James' mouth draws closer and closer to the seam along his neck.]

'cause if it is, I think I might have to be bad more often.

Who said it was going to be a bad sort? There’s punishments of sorts that can be liked.

[He doesn’t budge at the testing, making sure that Liam’s hands don’t go anywhere for now. It’s not an unneccessary force or one that’s done out of malice. He would let go if Liam wanted him to.

Finally his tongue brushes along the scar.]

You can certainly be if you want.

[He has no intention of breaking away, not when James' mouth is at his neck and it sends electric jolts of pleasure down his spine with each brush of his tongue. He struggles for words for a moment, but all that comes is a breathy groan as he tries to compose himself.]

I like this one. Like it a lot.

[He dares a buck of his hips, grinding himself up against his reaper with a shaky laugh.]

'll have to misbehave more often if this is the result.

[He laughs warmly against his throat before brushing his lips against all of the small hurts that have been placed both above and below the scar. There's a pause to dip down to his shoulder and create another mark before soothing it with his tongue.]

Can tell. Think you'd get it with good or bad behavior cause I love the way it makes you move.

[He laughs, though the sound is decidedly more breathless than he'd like, and gently shifts again in his reaper's grasp so he can look down at the man to the best of his ability. The mouth at his neck is almost torturous in the best possible ways, and there's a slight spike of loss when James' mouth moves to his shoulder. It's soothed by the prick of teeth against his skin, however, and he groans appreciatively.]

I'm a lucky, lucky man then, to have a partner so godsdamned talented like this.

[He makes an appreciative grunt at the way the dullahan rocks against him before responding in kind. His mouth wandering back up to his neck to lavish more attention along the seam along with the marks showing his renewed claim with him. That he had the trust to be so close to an important part of Liam's being.]

Lucky to have a partner that enjoys such let alone encourages it.

[He reaches down to wrap his fingers around the both of them. Strokes slowly picking up as he groans.]

[The next brush of James' tongue punches the air from his lungs, and he groans long and low. With a bit of effort he's able to hook a leg around his reaper's, rocking up against him with little shame. Gods how he wants to reach out and touch, but there's something so exciting at being unable to and while he tries his best to give a toothy, confident grin the effect is somewhat mitigated by the way his voice hitches and wavers when James' hand close around the both of them.]

Always gonna encourage this. Gonna be a damned bad influence if it means more of this.

[For a moment he loses himself in the feel of Liam hard against him and his fingers working the both of them over carefully. A breath sucked in between his teeth after he swallows a moan at the rough grinds that the dullahan eagerly tempts him with. It’s enough for him to let go of his wrists so that he can better hold himself up for a drawn out kiss.]

Gods you already are.

[He groans as James' hands leave his wrists, but he doesn't make any move quite yet. Instead he grips tightly to the fabric of the couch, pressing himself up into the kiss until it's messy and more teeth and tongue than anything else. When he pulls back for breath, he moans against his reaper's lips and does his best to grin.]

Only for you. Only for you.

[He pulls away slightly after the kiss, taking in the flushed cheeks and dumb grin of the dullahan’s with a fond smile offered back. There was the heat and desire shared between the two of them but he’s always drawn first to the way Liam looked at him and the words they shared.

There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he had been right earlier. He belonged with him ever since awoke from his death. That his heart belonged to the dorky shy man below him.]

I love you. Also I think you’re laying on the lube so might need a search and recovery.

[Just as he's about to repeat the sentiments back, Liam stops for a moment. Then laughs. It's hard to believe that those words just came out of his reaper's mouth, but he's delighted nonetheless.]

Two things. One: I love you for having prep stuff all over the house. Two-

[He grins cheekily, propping himself up on his elbows.]

Aye aye, commander. Ready to prep for the mission.

[Heat lances through his cheeks as he looks down at him and for a bit he's not able to get his words to come to him. He fumbles around in the cushions before managing to locate where the bottle had gone off to.]

No I don't. Just brought it down with us cause you said the couch and ugh...yea yup.

Hey-

[He reaches up to cup James' cheek, gently nudging him to look back down at him when all is said and done.]

'm sorry. Nothing to get embarrassed about, yeah?

[With a slight tug he brings his reaper down into a soft kiss, keeping him close when they finally part.]

You're just smart enough to think ahead. I like it.

[He clicks open the bottle but pauses at the nudge. His mouth opens to say something but then there's lips on his and he forgets what he was going to say. Instead he fumbles to return the kiss without accidentally squeezing the bottle or more so lose it in the couch while it's open.]

No, it's fine. Don't need an apology for that. Getting embarrassed is nothing bad.

[A small smirk down at Liam.]

Well I like you.

[With his free hand he reaches out to help steady his reaper, making sure that the bottle doesn't go for an accidental tumble while the kiss long and slow. James' smirk has him grinning though, and he awkwardly laces their fingers around the bottle, squeezing very slightly.]

Oh. Well that's good. Because I like you too. A whole lot.

[He leans up for another kiss, gently biting at James' bottom lip.]

More than I think I could ever say.

Same can be said to you.

[He smiles at the soft brush of teeth but more so at the dullahan’s reply. Leaning in, he steals away another kiss that’s drawn out just enough so that he can fumble with the bottle and slicking himself up. When he pulls away, there’s a nudge of his head against him.]

Now...should I fill you up more? Think you said something about feeling empty and all.

Yeah, yeah I really think you should.

[He shifts, working himself against his reaper's length with a breathy laugh. There's something playful about all of this, and it shows in the spark of mischief that glimmers in his eyes.]

Feelin' real lonely. Think I need you to help chase that away, yeah?

Might have a fix for that, yea.

[The reaper laughs under his breath before it shifts into a breathy groan at the feel of a hard length against his own. Taking himself in hand, he rubs the head downwards before giving a small nudge. His patience ebbs away slowly as he grinds him for a moment.]

A fix you’ll love.

[With that he starts pushing in and sinking himself into the dullahan. A curse under his breath while he closes his eyes with a smirk.]