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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[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.]

Ha. I could say the same for you.

[Is what he manages to breathe out, before the other starts to shift - he throws his head back, gasping. He's not to be pulled away from the other's lips, though, now feeling even more restless as he comes back to give another gasp into the other's lips, kissing and sucking down on his lower lip.]

Oh. [The roll against him pushes that little noise from out of his throat. Vergilius's hand slides to the man's ass, before sliding up to the lower part of his back to grip there. It's perfect. It's wonderful. His cock is pressing hard against the other's abdomen, smearing over it as he lets out another pleased sigh.] I might...not last for long. But keep going, alright? I'll keep up.

[What a stupidly tall man, he thinks wryly. Vergilius is so damned big that he can just reach down like it's nothing, gripping onto him, making sure that Daan is snugly fitting inside. Daan shudders at the feeling; despite the difference, here is eager to squeeze more sounds out of the other man, chasing after his mouth with his own fervent kisses.]

No problem. [Daan's voice is rough with need, hungry, just wanting desperately to make him feel good. That feels somehow so much more imperative than the lust burning his skin from the spell, that his heart genuinely wants to show how much he wants Vergilius to bask and feel good. That stiff cock against his stomach is sign enough, but he wants to really hear him.

So he does what Vergilius tells him to: he keeps going.

Daan exhales hotly against him, gazing down at Vergilius' face as he bucks his hips sharply. He might not have the other's sheer, absurd strength, but Daan has enough stamina to keep himself going. Sylvian's gift, he thinks darkly, but he plans to make use of that right now.

So he gladly fucks into the other man, spurred on, wanting to only hear Vergilius gasp and moan as his hips slap at the sheer determination of his thrusting.]

[This is more than he expected. It's like something new comes over Daan - not a skin like that monstrous cat, but something else, like an animal instinct that fiercely courses through his veins. But even so, it isn't as if Daan is completely losing himself. It feels like Daan is taking the sheer force of his lust and laser focusing it on him, on his happiness, on eking out any shred of pleasure he can muster.]

[Daan starts to move, and Vergilius gasps. The man moves again, and again, and every thrust feels like it's piercing through him into the bed below. Vergilius almost swears he can hear the headboard knocking against the wall.]

[The man may not be as strong as him, but something like this? He hasn't ever experienced something like this before, with any lover. It warms and ruins and fills him and puts him back together. The friction and force of it make him grunt, the noises from his throat turning into a crescendo that edges out into eager low moans.]

D-Daan...shit, Daan... [His legs move up to hug the man against him, encourage him to go deeper. His cock spurts, the heat in his groin threatening to tip over and stain them both.] Fuck, Daan, mm...more, m-more...

[For a moment, he truly feels like he's a man possessed, driven to focus primarily on driving everything into the other man. He is utterly consumed right now, overtaken by burning desire that's boiled inside of him. Not just today on account of the spell that's not bending to his will properly, but-- longer. He knows it's been much longer, how long he's yearned and wanted and here it is.

The more he hears Vergilius say his name like that, the more he's incensed, feeling feral. Pleading for more, and the telltale sign of a bit of something wet between them.]

More, he says. [A breathless laugh escapes him, and he reaches down between them, grasping the other's cock, giving it a firm stroke.] How greedy you've gotten, Vergilius.

[But who is he to deny him? Daan's soft hand continues to stroke him, stopping only to palm messily at the head before going back to rhythmic work. The rest of him is less coordinated, still urgently fucking into him.]

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