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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[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.]

[The teasing has him groaning softly, but the first push punches the air from his lungs. He's grinning, somewhat cheekily, but it doesn't stop him from reaching up to bury his hands in his reaper's hair and pull him down until their foreheads are pressed together.]

Yeah. Yeah you're right. I do love it.

[He laughs breathlessly, hooking his leg around James' waste to urge him deeper.]

[He takes things slow as he settles himself deep inside of his dullahan, groaning low in the back of his throat before it rumbles off in his chest. A grin is mirrored back before he simply relishes in their proximity as much intimacy and closing his eyes.]

Good. Figured I had enough proof of that.

Love you too.

[The warmth between them goes far further than just the sex; it's being reunited, it's knowing that James is his and he James', and it's being able to finally profess his love again. His breath hitches in his throat as he shifts, he sound dissolving into a low groan as he gently bucks against his reaper.]

Never gonna stop loving you.

Love you so much.

[He steels himself from moving even with that tempting roll of Liam’s hips, tightening his hold on the cushion briefly. Then there’s a rough thrust of his own to earn more of those noises from his dullahan. It’s not long before he settles into deep rhythm, fucking him into the couch.]

[They fall into motion together, and Liam groans low and warm against his reaper's shoulder as he pulls him down into a tight embrace. His legs wind around James' waist even tighter at a particularly deep thrust, and he pants hot against his partner's shoulder.

Fingers card through James' hair as Liam tugs him down into a kiss. It's messy and haphazard, but it's everything that's been building between the both of them for so long now.]

[Snaking an arm around his waist, he lifts up the dullahan enough so that he he can thrust deeper easier as much as let those legs wrap around him without hindering his movement. Kisses lined down Liam’s throat as he grunts, driving himself into him in chase of those irresistible noises. Everything came down to satisfying the man underneath him.

The kiss is tongue and teeth but he wouldn’t have it any other way right now. He breaks away for a brief breath before diving back in for another.]

[There's a sense of loss when they finally part for breath, but then James claims his mouth in another needy kiss and his entire world narrows down to lips against his and the sensation of his reaper all around him.

A particularly rough thrust has him keening low in the back of his throat, and fingers tighten in James' hair as he breaks all at once with a ragged exhalation of the man's name. His back bows as he comes, and words of admiration drip from his lips as he gasps into his reaper's shoulder.]

[Everything has become them and only them. Nothing else matters save for the way the dullahan rocks and shudders against him. The taste of Liam’s lips and groans savored on his tongue. He wanted nothing more save for him.

He whispers sweet nothings in Liam’s ear while fucking him through the orgasm, encouraging him with further pleasure. Warmth hits his stomach as he groans happily before focusing back on his rough rhythm. Soon enough he’s cursing under his breath, gripping the couch hard.]

Liam...fuck.

[Burying his face into his dullahan’s shoulder, he grunts as he bucks into him and comes.]

[Everything in the world narrows down to James; James' breath warm in his ear, his arms around him, his cock within him, and his heartbeat wild and strong against his chest. Liam isn't aware if time is even passing, it doesn't matter, all that matters is his reaper and the increasingly erratic thrusts with every moment.

It's his name dripping from James' lips that undoes him again, and he cradles his reaper's head to his shoulder as the man finally comes. Praise falls from his lips, filth and adoration intermingled until it's only James' name like some holy mantra.]

[He slows his thrusts before coming to a stop and catching his breath. His fingers unwinding themselves from the cushions as he pushes himself up, staying inside of the dullahan for now. He hums contently under his breath while giving a nudge of his hips against Liam's.]

So...how you feeling after that?

[He can't help but tease really. A tired smirk quirking the corner of his mouth.]

[He gets a contented grin in return, Liam's fingers carding through his hair gently as the both of them catch their breath.]

I think- [He begins, the words breathless and amused.] I think I'm feeling pretty amazing.

[With a gentle nudge, he leans in to kiss the tip of his reaper's nose.]amazing.

You are pretty amazing. In every way.

[He presses to the dullahan’s forehead before once more smiling down at him. Sure the antics they’ve gotten up to were great but it didn’t hold a candle to the flame that was Liam being here.]

You are. [He counters, grinning back softly.] And I promise I'm going to let you know that every day now, for the rest of eternity. You're gonna get sick of me saying it, but I'm not going to stop. Not ever.

[Fingers brush down the back of his reaper's neck, gently brushing at a few errant strands of hair.] So, you're amazing. And I love you. I love you so much.

I don't think I would trade that for anything. No matter how annoying it may get. Because I'm certain that every time you do, I'll be there to remind you the same.

[He hums softly at the touch before shifting around enough to comfortably lay beside the dullahan.] Love you too.

[There's a tightness to his chest when he hears that, and he buries his face in James' shoulder. It'd been so long since they'd first been together, he wants this to stay forever.]

Gonna hold you to that, okay?