sleepytimejunction | oh my god there was one bed.

oh my god there was one bed.

[You know how it is. A new location opens up in the City, and then they're off to investigate despite all of the weird shit that's happened in the past. By now, not a lot surprises Daan; not to say he doesn't react to anything, but it's more with exasperation than anything else, and this isn't especially all that different.

The residential district that opened up felt off already. Most of the buildings uniform, some odd loft-like setting inside of them. More like a single room cottage than housing, but it's also the kind of place he wouldn't have minded staying as a kid. Not exactly saying much, but it's a sturdy roof over the head and, presumably, some clean furniture.

The problem is that the door has locked behind them, and there aren't windows, otherwise breaking out would be too easy. Because of fucking course.]

It's about that time that I wish I had any lockpicking skills at all. Then again, I doubt that'd do us much good here...

Anyway. If we go have anything like past patterns to go by, this should be temporary. So we've got that going for us.

[Probably.]

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[Finally. The hand on his cock jerks faster, and he lets go of any pretense; he's moaning against Vergilius' lips, pressing harder, his tongue licking into the other man's mouth. Eager and hot and hungry--

He bites Vergilius' lower lip, tugging with his teeth. He lets go so he can plead against the other man's mouth.]

Touch me. Please, Vergilius. Please.

[He doesn't care what they do, just so long as Vergilius doesn't leave and helps him.]

[It's a little awkward to stand like this, bending over to have his breath taken away by kisses. So he takes the natural conclusion and moves to fall to his knees in front of the man, letting Daan continue the onslaught. Every kiss makes the heat feel like it's burning through him, ready to dissolve him into nothing.]

Ha...Daan.... [His hands are desperate as anything, ripping open the man's shirt to let his fingers trace over his bare chest, sliding them down to his exposed hips. One hand moves to grip the hand already below, but he has other plans, his brain far too gone at this point as it sinks into lust and depravity and obsession. His voice breathes hoarse against the man's lips, biting down on his lower lip.] Would you like me to suck you off?

[Where else could a pretty cock like that go at the moment, besides the back of his throat?]

[Under normal circumstances, he'd be put out at how his clothes are manhandled, but as it is Daan couldn't give a damn. He gasps instead, arching into Vergilius' touch, basking in his rough hands. Hips jerk eagerly at his grip, and he'd take that if that was all that was offered, but the suggestion makes him openly moan.

The idea is too intoxicating.]

Yes. [Daan's hand moves from Vergilius' jacket, reaching to touch Vergilius' cheek, smoothing over to stroke his hair.] Come on. Make me feel good.

Want you to.

[It's such a tender touch that it makes him falter even in this intense heat and desire - he leans into it instinctively, wanting more.]

I will. [His hands are spreading the other's legs as he dives his head down, kissing over the man's abdomen as a preamble.] I'll...treat you right.

[It's an insane thing to go from zero to 100, to be gracing his lips over the other's cock in such a short period of time, but there's no thought to be had here. He's licking over its length, slowly, before taking the tip gently between his lips.]

[Even here, he's still a tease.]

[Selfishly, he's thought about this, wanted it desperately. Daan had struggled with his better nature while Vergilius was outside his door, but right now he bears no regrets. He keeps his hand to the Fixer's head, brushing back his hair affectionately.]

Fuck.

[Daan shudders, his hips trembling, all of him wanting more desperately, but Vergilius just has to make this difficult. Oh, but it's also a sight to behold.]

You feel good. [His voice is rougher, still so desperately hungry for whatever affection he can gain. Whatever contact. More of him, more of his wet, hot mouth. Daan wants to demand, wants to beg, but he reels himself in, just enough.]

[The way the doctor's voice sounds so ragged and rough, infused with lust beyond his means, feels like its meant to be etched eternally into the folds of his brain. Vergilius hums, pleased. More. More, his greedy heart, now freed from restraint, whispers.]

[More.]

[Has he always desired Daan like this? He must have. It can't be just the spell. He takes him in fully, now, bobbing his mouth down with open jaw to swallow him down. His hot breath hisses through his nostrils, but its like...]

[Well. This is where he belongs, right?]

[His tongue circles over what heated portions it can, fingers clutching the man's thighs for leverage.]

[Fingers bury themselves as much as possible into Vergilius' hair. Most of it's in the bangs, granted, but he can't help but alternate between combing through it and then scratching at his scalp.

Shit, he feels a chill prickle up his spine as he watches how the other man takes his cock, just sliding past his lips. In the back of his mind, he knows he's wanted Vergilius, wanted him heart and body, but to actually be here and to have it.

Well. Bittersweet repercussions can be later. He just wants and finds himself craving for as much as he can be given. Daan gives a small, experimental shift of his hips, not wanting to choke the Fixer, but it feels hard to hold back.]

Vergilius-- fuck.

[He purrs:] You're perfect.

[It's getting painful. Not his jaw. The tent in his pants feels so heavy, and he has to pause so that he can dart a hand down between his own legs, unzip to free himself. He groans as he grips it for a moment, feeling hot and throbbing against his fingers.]

[The man's words ring in his ears. He wants Daan to purr everything like that. His name, especially, feels like a delicacy, and he is nothing but greedy at the banquet.]

[The fingers in his scalp aren't enough. Daan can do whatever he likes to him. Rip him apart for all he cares.]

[He doesn't even mind the shift of the hips. His breath pants against the sensitive skin - the tip of his teeth graze down the shaft as he takes him in again. And as if to add to it all, he can't help it.]

[He hums.]

[It's almost overwhelming to watch Vergilius reach down to start to touch himself. Yes, good he wants this too, and Daan wants nothing more than to find ways to bring him pleasure in return.

In whatever way he can.

As it is for now, he is utterly consumed by the teeth lightly dragging over sensitive skin, the vibration of the humming. Daan gasps and clutches at the Fixer's head, scratching and petting him as Daan starts to urgently push his hips forward.]

Vergilius. Good.

[He wants to sing his praises, but forming the words becomes impossible. So there is one other way: he cries out, thrusting harder past the other man's lips, unable to hold back as he finishes.

Finally. Finally he's reached his peak, after what feels like torture.]

[Even after all of this has worn off, and he's by his lonesome back in his dark little apartment someday, he might stay awake and think of that singular word with a rush of ashamed excitement.]

[Good.]

[The hot stream that starts to hit the back of his throat is almost a divine sensation as that word - Vergilius doesn't balk, simply letting himself be thrust into, used. He's good. He'll swallow it all down, let his jaw smart in the morning with no regret.]

[It feels like an eternity. He finally draws back after he feels the flow slow and stutter into nothing. A thin line of cum drips down the side of his lip. He moves to smear it as he leans forward to nuzzle against the man's abdomen, kissing it, panting into it, even as his hand still strokes over himself with a curt pace.]

Daan. [His free hand grasps over the other's hip, obsessively, as he continues.] I need you.

[A slow, steady sigh escapes Daan as he pets Vergilius' head, gazing down at him as he watches the man swallow almost all of him down. That little dribble on his lip sends a spark of fire in Daan's belly, ignited all the more by Vergilius' lips kissing his stomach.

And the Fixer is still touching himself. Fuck, it won't take much for Daan to get hard again, even without all of the Pheromones going off.

It's a little mean maybe, but Daan nudges the tip of his foot against the tip of Vergilius' cock, uncaring if it messes up his shoes.]

Yeah? [The hand on the top of Vergilius' head slides down to gently cradle the man's chin and jaw, and Daan gazes down fondly.] Which way?

Could fuck you. Or I could ride you.

Be good and pick.

[Daan would be happy with either.]

[He jolts at the touch to his cock, pre-cum splattering slightly against the tip of his shoe - but its a distinctly pleasurable one that makes him gasp and moan against the man's skin. He's finally pulled away from his work to be held like that, and he swallows. I'm so close.]

Ah.

[His voice feels more hoarse, like it was burnt from his earlier meal. He can still taste Daan on his tongue, and he needs more, craves more. His red eyes flicker as he looks up at the man, adoring and obsessed all at once.]

Please... [A swallow, a little whine.] Fuck...fuck me. Please. Daan.

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[Any other occasion and he might had been snippy about his shoes getting stained, but right now he's just pleased, watching Vergilius react and moan.

At the answer, Daan leans down and captures Vergilius' lips hungrily, slipping his tongue inside and tasting himself. He's absolutely unabashed about it, groaning throatily against the other man's mouth. Slowly, he parts away from the kiss, rolling his thumb over Vergilius' jawline.]

Well. When you say please, how could I do anything else?

[Daan steals another kiss, all too brief, but he isn't done speaking. He just-- he needed to kiss him. He doesn't want to stop, he could drown in this.]

Get on the couch. I'll take care of you.

[Part of him must realize how this position is embarassing - kneeling here, begging for this man to have his way with him. He's always been the one to be held up on a pedestal - but here, he feels he's at this man's mercy, instead. It makes him almost feel feverish in a way he's never felt before.]

[The kisses are taken like ambrosia, sweet and desperate. He will never get tired of them. He admits to himself that he always wanted this in his own way, wanted to feel how Daan's lips would fit against his...and now, he's got more than he ever bargained for.]

[He gasps as the man pulls back, a thread of spittle snapping between their mouths. Vergilius nods wordlessly - with a groan, he shifts up and to the couch with heavy steps. He wants to touch himself more, but he refrains for just a moment as he kicks off his shoes, pulls down his pants before laying down.]

[He shoots a meaningful look to the other, a light smirk on his face.]

Is the doctor ready for treatment?

[Swiftly, Daan is grabbing some lubricant from one of his supply tables. Nothing he's really needed to use yet in terms of any exams or procedures he's done yet, but hey it's plenty helpful right now.

He's toeing off his shoes as well, following Vergilius, pausing only to let out a quiet laugh, cracking a smile.]

Supplies are ready. Now be a good patient, hm?

[Daan slides his hand up Vergilius' leg, squeezing at his hip. He leans down to kiss him again, sighing, pleased. Regrettably, his hands become busy as he slicks up his fingers; how much he wants to properly touch and explore the other man burns under his skin, but there's also the urgency that he needs to be inside of him.

Even still, he won't completely rush.

So, the good doctor traces his fingertip down against Vergilius before gently pressing it in, slow and steady.]

[He's so pliable under the man's touch. Daan presses his hand against him, and he shifts up, instinctively, wanting to feel skin against skin. His brain feels rabid with heat, as if he could simply pull the man against him and meld into him, turn into one.]

[He'll take the kiss, though - even if he's yearning for that moment of union, he'll take everything that is given. He is a good patient. He is here to be healed. Or made worse. Or broken apart, or put back together again.]

[His arms wrap around the other's shoulders. The intrusion makes him shudder - what should be some pain with pressure only feels like a drop in the bucket of what is to come. A whimper crawls out of his throat, and he noses at the man's face, kissing him over, and over again.]

Just...just like that...don't be shy, now.

[Fuck. To get that kind of sound from Vergilius, it feels like he's getting that heat under his skin again that cannot be attributed to the spell constantly raining around them. He genuinely wants to hear more from him, wants to know what other noises he can squeeze out, what will Vergilius look like when he's properly fucked and enjoying himself?

He sighs into each kiss just as eagerly, nipping a few times at the other's lips.]

Oh, don't you worry. I'm not.

[Daan curls his finger inside, then slowly pulls his hand back before he's pressing it back inside that welcoming heat. Just a few more times, he pumps his finger until he stops suddenly, only to let a second one join in to help in working Vergilius open.]

Let's see here...

[It's cheating, but he's definitely going to press in with more purpose, curling and seeking out the other's prostate. Daan's eye carefully stares down at him, wanting to see how he reacts.]

[He knows the man's reassurance is not said lightly. Vergilius drinks in breath like he drinks in those kisses, steeling himself-]

[And then he almost sees stars with the press to his prostate. His body jerks, gasp staggered as he feels the sensation go straight into his groin. More pre-cum spurts from a cock swollen with need. Vergilius tries to swallow back the shudders, regaining composure as he pants against the other's heated lips.]

Fuck. Shit. [A hiss between his teeth, as his hands stroke through the other's hair. He can't help it, mildly moving his hips to feel more traction of the fingertips inside of him.] You're going to undo me.

[He doesn't think he would mind.]

[It's a beautiful display, seeking how Vergilius moves against him, the way his cock throbs and spills. Daan runs his tongue over the other's lips, then huffs softly.]

Good.

Come apart for me. I'll put you back together.

[He tips his head, nibbling along his jawline. Daan pulls his fingers back, daring to nudge in a third.]

Just a bit more, though. Last just a little longer, then you'll have me.

You'd better. I believe in your training.

[Vivisect him. Pull him into pieces. Stitch him up. Make him a trophy.]

[But at the same time, he's not the type to simply lay back and have people do what they want to him. Like with any Fixer, a price must be paid.]

[He tilts his head, grin almost felt against the man's ear as he hisses.]

Don't think...you're going to go unscathed.

[The nibble to his jawline makes him bite down on his lower lip, fingertips counting vertebrae from neck to bottom. The third finger is taken in so easily, as if he was made for it - another shift of the hips.]

You're making this so hard.

[An airy, almost breathless laugh escapes from him. He slowly pumps his fingers inside of Vergilius, shuddering faintly as he imagines what it'll be like to finally plunge inside with his cock.]

Oh... I figure you're gonna pull me right down with you.

[Daan drags his teeth over the Fixer's throat, sucking hard over his pulse for a brief second before he speaks.]

Hm? Am I? I'll make it easier for you. [Tipping his chin, he goes to breathe against Vergilius' ear. He nips an earlobe, then murmurs--]

Let me fuck you. Please.

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[That pulse. That sign that he indeed is alive - not a monster, but a man. Even if this has been brought on by the magic of gods, there's a sincere root to it all. He wants this. He has always wanted this. He kept the feeling locked away, thinking he would never let it see the light of day.]

[He smiles, red eyes glimmering as his hands slide down to grasp at the other's hips. His own legs shift out, preparing, eager, as he tugs at him, encourages him.]

[Vergilius lets out a little breathless noise - a laugh, as fond as anything.]

You don't need to ask twice. Fuck me and make these eyes shine harder than they ever did.

[Daan knows what's been brewing in his chest, how long it's been there despite his own concerns. Yet, all he can feel is the utter satisfaction of seeing the other man smile. That he laughs, even if it's subdued and quiet, utterly warm. The joy it brings Daan, well...

That's love. And he knows he loves so, so hard.

Leaning in, he kisses Vergilius in a way that feels desperate, overwhelmed. More than any part of Sylvian's magic can affect him, it is Vergilius that consumes him the most.]

I'll take it as a challenge.

[He nudges his cock against the cleft of the other's ass, humming at the contact before he's guiding the tip to press taut against Vergilius.

Maybe he doesn't need to be that gentle, but he wants to. At least at first. So he pushes slowly, bit by bit, inhaling sharply as he feels at least heat grip him around the tip.]

It is meant to be.

[He doesn't want anything half-assed here. No pitiful measures. All of Daan, or none of him.]

[He needs him like he needs the blood in his veins. He hopes that feeling is apparent in the way he moans into the kiss, feeling his body tense as the man starts to press in. Its only a brief moment - perhaps it is the fault of the spell, but it feels like he's more pliable to the man, more open. It doesn't hurt as much as he expects, pleasure twisting like coils underneath the skin.]

Oh...Daan...ah...

[A little pant against the man's lips as his fingers curl into his skin, helping to pull him forward.]

All the way, now.

[Fuck. Hearing Vergilius speaking his name like that crawls under his skin, makes him feel like he's on fire. He wants to sear this moment into his memory, hold onto it, treasure it.

Daan shudders and follows his lead, starting to press in further.]

You feel so fucking good.

[Slowly, he feels himself completely bottom out and finish burying himself inside of the other man. It's snug and hot around his cock, and Daan finds himself groaning against Vergilius' lips as he gives an experimental, small roll of his hips.

He almost feels like he could get drunk off of how perfect it feels for him.]

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