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[ His heart pounds heavily in his chest, his fingers move against him, and he feels that heat pool in his belly, like something he can hardly believe is awake, like Vergilius takes that part of his brain and lights it on fire every time they're in the same room alone. Sometimes when they're not. His hips shift, fucking into his hand, with its lazy motion.
They both knew what this was, right? Something both purely sexual, and... then there was the other thing. The Understanding they both sought. The promise they'd made while fighting in a hallway. They were two things, they weren't the same thing — but they were at the same time. He understood the man better, with the way he leaned into his fingers, seeking his touch. The way his neck grows warm under his thin fingers. The way he can't help but scrape his fingernails through the short hairs at the back of his neck. He wants to find all the little ways he reacts. He wants to understand him. All of him. ]
The first time was self-defense. [ He murmurs against his lips. Vergilius will feel the curl of his lips, his fingers seek the spot on his thigh, as if that's his to touch. His mark left on him. ] The second was...
[ A shuddering breath against his lips. It was a test, in a way. A glancing blow from a monster to another.
He wants to take all of him — he wants someone to take all of him, too. The ugly, the things that had driven everyone away when they get too close. ]
The second was... [ A beat, a shuddering sigh against his lips. ] Making sure you would.
[ accept him ]
They both knew what this was, right? Something both purely sexual, and... then there was the other thing. The Understanding they both sought. The promise they'd made while fighting in a hallway. They were two things, they weren't the same thing — but they were at the same time. He understood the man better, with the way he leaned into his fingers, seeking his touch. The way his neck grows warm under his thin fingers. The way he can't help but scrape his fingernails through the short hairs at the back of his neck. He wants to find all the little ways he reacts. He wants to understand him. All of him. ]
The first time was self-defense. [ He murmurs against his lips. Vergilius will feel the curl of his lips, his fingers seek the spot on his thigh, as if that's his to touch. His mark left on him. ] The second was...
[ A shuddering breath against his lips. It was a test, in a way. A glancing blow from a monster to another.
He wants to take all of him — he wants someone to take all of him, too. The ugly, the things that had driven everyone away when they get too close. ]
The second was... [ A beat, a shuddering sigh against his lips. ] Making sure you would.
[ accept him ]
[They don't like the way that sounds, even if, logically, they know it just means that they're likely to return from the very same place and time they disappeared from. It's the only way they can explain the fact that they never knew Rodya, Ishmael, and Vergilius had vanished at all to begin with.
But the way it's phrased...]
I could always ask when I go back. We'd all be on the same page by then.
But the way it's phrased...]
I could always ask when I go back. We'd all be on the same page by then.
[Ask when they go back.]
[As if it would be that easy.]
Do you think LILITH will let you remember, though?
[As if it would be that easy.]
Do you think LILITH will let you remember, though?
Probably not.
[But they already know a few things they shouldn't. Though it might be better not to mention those directly.]
But, you know, one of my duties is to remember.
[But they already know a few things they shouldn't. Though it might be better not to mention those directly.]
But, you know, one of my duties is to remember.
...
[He smiles at that, a brief little thing.]
So you did remember this old guide's advice. I guess you have some brain to you.
[He smiles at that, a brief little thing.]
So you did remember this old guide's advice. I guess you have some brain to you.
[They manage to catch sight of it, just barely, and it sends the corners of their lips twitching upward once more.]
Hidden somewhere behind a big enough gear, probably.
Hidden somewhere behind a big enough gear, probably.
Oh, you have a memory module in there. So close enough.
[can't men know what is in their manager's head. its fine]
[can't men know what is in their manager's head. its fine]
[He already tends to know what's going on up in their head metaphorically, might as well expand that
They squint as a realization comes to them]
I don't even know enough about how this thing works to tell if you're joking. I really need to pick up a few books on prosthetics or something.
They squint as a realization comes to them]
I don't even know enough about how this thing works to tell if you're joking. I really need to pick up a few books on prosthetics or something.
I'm not sure if it was mostly self defense, you know.
[It is sexual. So many months ago opened up the door - box of things to get excited about. A supple thin waist, slender little legs, little gasps from a hoarse throat. Silco shifts into his hand, and he is proud of the way they both start to harden again in tandem. Silco wasn't exactly some magazine model, but who cares? The City never put so much emphasis on looks, after all. He himself was not someone he would consider a beauty. It's about the way they make each other feel. A thrill under the skin.]
[And then there was.. something else. A fearful thing to look at. The depths of emotion that wanted to be shallow but were anything but. Silco sighs against his lips that the second time was to see if he would accept him. Has he? Would he? Is that proof?]
Ahh.
[A edged little groan at the touch to his thigh - his cock twitches, as if in reply. He's sighing out his words into the other's mouth.]
You don't...need to stab me to get that.
[...Acceptance. Understanding.]
[It is sexual. So many months ago opened up the door - box of things to get excited about. A supple thin waist, slender little legs, little gasps from a hoarse throat. Silco shifts into his hand, and he is proud of the way they both start to harden again in tandem. Silco wasn't exactly some magazine model, but who cares? The City never put so much emphasis on looks, after all. He himself was not someone he would consider a beauty. It's about the way they make each other feel. A thrill under the skin.]
[And then there was.. something else. A fearful thing to look at. The depths of emotion that wanted to be shallow but were anything but. Silco sighs against his lips that the second time was to see if he would accept him. Has he? Would he? Is that proof?]
Ahh.
[A edged little groan at the touch to his thigh - his cock twitches, as if in reply. He's sighing out his words into the other's mouth.]
You don't...need to stab me to get that.
[...Acceptance. Understanding.]
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[ He was here, despite it all, wasn't he? He could have killed him, or at the very least, he could have gone anywhere else. He'd found Silco after all was said and done, hadn't he? Yes, he'd been angry, but he was always angry. At everything. Silco could see the shape of it even as he still ached to cultivate it and let it grow.
He'd indulged in his anger, hadn't he? In a way that left Silco breathless and aching and far too sensitive, but still he found himself growing under his attentions, stiff already even though he could barely stand the touch — it aches, it's perfect, it hurts and it feels good — and maybe it's because they promised something in that van, dancing around each other and saying all those words that seemed to cordon off what they weren't saying. Like they were trapping it, making the shape of it, without actually saying it.
His mouth opens, and a soft groan echoes his against his lips.
How does he even explain it? That it wouldn't be the first time, all that he expects. Is used to. He hoped he wouldn't, but he knew — it was better if he knew now, if he would find a way to disentangle the two of them. If he hurt — and he knew he would, he always does — would that turn him away? Have him find some way to extricate the two of them, before he hurt him again.
His thumb glanced his thigh, rubbing against it. That old wound, scarred now. Almost... gentle. He had him. He might not think himself a beauty, but Silco... found the shape of him pleasing — every scarred surface, the spaces where he wasn't — and his eyes that he so desperately coveted to look at. ]
Hm. [ His body shudders under his, and he brushes chipped teeth against his lips, biting him there, not gentle, but not like he was trying to tear him limb from limb. ]
We are not soft men, Vergilius. [ He says against his lips. ] I need you to look at me and understand all of me. The parts that cut. The parts that are not palatable.
[ The ones that would make others leave. Even the strongest people he knew. He had to know. He still doesn't know, tentatively looking at this thing from the side, trying not to look at it. He can't bear looking at it, that sick paranoia that it would be gone, if he did. ]
He'd indulged in his anger, hadn't he? In a way that left Silco breathless and aching and far too sensitive, but still he found himself growing under his attentions, stiff already even though he could barely stand the touch — it aches, it's perfect, it hurts and it feels good — and maybe it's because they promised something in that van, dancing around each other and saying all those words that seemed to cordon off what they weren't saying. Like they were trapping it, making the shape of it, without actually saying it.
His mouth opens, and a soft groan echoes his against his lips.
How does he even explain it? That it wouldn't be the first time, all that he expects. Is used to. He hoped he wouldn't, but he knew — it was better if he knew now, if he would find a way to disentangle the two of them. If he hurt — and he knew he would, he always does — would that turn him away? Have him find some way to extricate the two of them, before he hurt him again.
His thumb glanced his thigh, rubbing against it. That old wound, scarred now. Almost... gentle. He had him. He might not think himself a beauty, but Silco... found the shape of him pleasing — every scarred surface, the spaces where he wasn't — and his eyes that he so desperately coveted to look at. ]
Hm. [ His body shudders under his, and he brushes chipped teeth against his lips, biting him there, not gentle, but not like he was trying to tear him limb from limb. ]
We are not soft men, Vergilius. [ He says against his lips. ] I need you to look at me and understand all of me. The parts that cut. The parts that are not palatable.
[ The ones that would make others leave. Even the strongest people he knew. He had to know. He still doesn't know, tentatively looking at this thing from the side, trying not to look at it. He can't bear looking at it, that sick paranoia that it would be gone, if he did. ]
[Understand all of him, he says.]
The good and the bad.
[He murmurs. Of course, he is the worst of all. Silco must be a saint compared to him, in the long run. They both are going to hell. He's deeper. And so, should he judge the man for his vices? Find displeasure in his choices? He almost still feels the man's teeth against his throat again all those months ago, changing him into something beyond humanity.]
[His hand might still be grasping them, but he's starting to rock a little, a little waver of the hips back and forth as to build up the uncomfortable friction. They are not soft men. They deserve to suffer. They deserve to dash onto each other like sharp rocks at low tide.]
Hah. [A gasp against Silco's lips - Vergilius feels his skin caked with a thin layer of sweat. His cock throbs, aching, almost a little desperate.] I agreed...to that. The understanding. So I won't back down now. Will you?
The good and the bad.
[He murmurs. Of course, he is the worst of all. Silco must be a saint compared to him, in the long run. They both are going to hell. He's deeper. And so, should he judge the man for his vices? Find displeasure in his choices? He almost still feels the man's teeth against his throat again all those months ago, changing him into something beyond humanity.]
[His hand might still be grasping them, but he's starting to rock a little, a little waver of the hips back and forth as to build up the uncomfortable friction. They are not soft men. They deserve to suffer. They deserve to dash onto each other like sharp rocks at low tide.]
Hah. [A gasp against Silco's lips - Vergilius feels his skin caked with a thin layer of sweat. His cock throbs, aching, almost a little desperate.] I agreed...to that. The understanding. So I won't back down now. Will you?
[ The Understanding — he agreed to it. How funny, that this Understanding is the name for something that was maybe more than just understanding. It's more like iron wrapping around each other, digging in, understanding, but also whatever this was, their bodies hot and sweaty, Vergilius on top of him and thrusting, and then there's —
He breathed out a soft huff against him. It's good, it's terrible, it's just like they are, pleasure and pain, hurting while they sought to eke out whatever pleasure they could from one another. Is this anything but what they are? His legs spread, his own hips lift to meet his, as if he can do nothing but meet him in this. They both want it, don't they? All of it. ]
Do I look like I'm backing down?
[ He asks, his lips move against his, a sharp scrape of his teeth, his fingers dig in. Silco was a possessive, jealous little creature at his core. Digging in, his fingers try to hold his thighs, as if...
As if he's still afraid he'll slip free of his grasp.
He shuddered under him, an open mouthed hitch of his breath. ]
Show it to me, Vergilius. Show me all of you, then.
He breathed out a soft huff against him. It's good, it's terrible, it's just like they are, pleasure and pain, hurting while they sought to eke out whatever pleasure they could from one another. Is this anything but what they are? His legs spread, his own hips lift to meet his, as if he can do nothing but meet him in this. They both want it, don't they? All of it. ]
Do I look like I'm backing down?
[ He asks, his lips move against his, a sharp scrape of his teeth, his fingers dig in. Silco was a possessive, jealous little creature at his core. Digging in, his fingers try to hold his thighs, as if...
As if he's still afraid he'll slip free of his grasp.
He shuddered under him, an open mouthed hitch of his breath. ]
Show it to me, Vergilius. Show me all of you, then.
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[All of him. Will they tear out their hearts, offer them up to each other, next? Can they go any deeper? He's told Silco things he hasn't told a single human soul.]
[And he, the fool, still feels like he could trust him with that. Must be the Understanding. That's what you do, to Understand. Put yourself in each other's hands and squeeze until you bleed.]
[He kisses like a dull knife, rough and needy. He moves, now, gathering the other's slender legs in the crook of his arms so that he can properly slot against him. Not into him, but with his weight forward, he now frots against him, the thrust of his hips a rough wave to endure.]
Hah. Ah. I hope you learned...your lesson.
[And he, the fool, still feels like he could trust him with that. Must be the Understanding. That's what you do, to Understand. Put yourself in each other's hands and squeeze until you bleed.]
[He kisses like a dull knife, rough and needy. He moves, now, gathering the other's slender legs in the crook of his arms so that he can properly slot against him. Not into him, but with his weight forward, he now frots against him, the thrust of his hips a rough wave to endure.]
Hah. Ah. I hope you learned...your lesson.
[ Was that what they were still doing? Seeking understanding? They kept asking those questions — they kept sharing those secrets, and Silco covets and hoards them like they are precious gems. He wants Vergilius to do it too, keep the things he tells him close and secret. They're wringing each other out, squeezing to see what blood comes out, like drawing blood from a stone.
But it's precious, isn't it? What little they can squeeze out from one another, because it's rare. From the both of them. He'd not shared some of his either, even from those who deserved to know. Understanding was a word that meant something to them, but maybe they were changing the definition in real time, finding a meaning from it that meant more than just this.
Or maybe it was always going to be more. ]
Ah — [ He breathes against his lips, his legs folded awkwardly as he presses down on him, their bodies are intertwined, the weight of him bearing down is punishing — it feels perfect. ] Consider me educated —
[ He breathes against him, his hips surge up to frot against him in return, he can do nothing but, because how could he not chase this when it feels so right? ]
But it's precious, isn't it? What little they can squeeze out from one another, because it's rare. From the both of them. He'd not shared some of his either, even from those who deserved to know. Understanding was a word that meant something to them, but maybe they were changing the definition in real time, finding a meaning from it that meant more than just this.
Or maybe it was always going to be more. ]
Ah — [ He breathes against his lips, his legs folded awkwardly as he presses down on him, their bodies are intertwined, the weight of him bearing down is punishing — it feels perfect. ] Consider me educated —
[ He breathes against him, his hips surge up to frot against him in return, he can do nothing but, because how could he not chase this when it feels so right? ]
Yours is a special one. I won't give you any more information, and I am no engineer, but I don't know if books would help.
[He reaches up, gives the side of their head a light tap with the knuckles.]
In the end...you have your head on your shoulders. Regardless of what form it comes in. That's all that matters.
[He reaches up, gives the side of their head a light tap with the knuckles.]
In the end...you have your head on your shoulders. Regardless of what form it comes in. That's all that matters.
[The metallic clang of Vergilius's knuckles against their head may be muted to the rest of the world, but it still echoes clearly for Dante.
They reach up to wave his hand away.]
I kinda figured I'd get a response like that. But it didn't hurt to try.
They reach up to wave his hand away.]
I kinda figured I'd get a response like that. But it didn't hurt to try.
[Was he doomed from the beginning, he wonders? When he saved him in that alleyway months upon months ago, was this the beginning of the end?]
[It's wrong. It's right. He never found a more perfect hell to drown so pleasantly into. Silco has learned his lesson. He has put him in his place. And he will do so again, and again, and again-]
[His groan almost comes out as a choked sound as he suddenly feels the snap of his arousal hitting his peak. Vergilius shudders head to toe, and he cums between them. It coats them both, strands of it smeared and hot on their skin as he thrusts through it.]
Hagh. Hah. Sil-
[He can't even say his name. He simply moves as solidly as a machine, panting into the other's lips. As if to deliver his own reaction like he put it on a silver platter for Silco to swallow down.]
[It's wrong. It's right. He never found a more perfect hell to drown so pleasantly into. Silco has learned his lesson. He has put him in his place. And he will do so again, and again, and again-]
[His groan almost comes out as a choked sound as he suddenly feels the snap of his arousal hitting his peak. Vergilius shudders head to toe, and he cums between them. It coats them both, strands of it smeared and hot on their skin as he thrusts through it.]
Hagh. Hah. Sil-
[He can't even say his name. He simply moves as solidly as a machine, panting into the other's lips. As if to deliver his own reaction like he put it on a silver platter for Silco to swallow down.]
[ It shouldn't be overwhelming, but it is. He's already come once, but maybe the time away was too much for them, a libido kicked into gear from this man, and this man alone. Does Vergilius knows what he's done to him, drawn him in like this? Making him want this, to accept this, as he puts him into his "place", whatever place it was.
It goes both ways, after all. This little hell they've crafted together. He wants him to. Keep trying to put him in his place, while he draws that little beast out, the little sharp bits he can see the shape of, like he's dodging them, while he's letting them pin him down. He's still thrusting —
Silco can feel it too, that pleasant burn that cuts through overstimulation, the heat between them, the everything, it hits him too, like a chaser, liquid fire down his back and making his eyes roll back in his head. He gets to look at him this time.
He thinks he prefers that, swallowing his moans, devouring them as he spills between them. ]
Ah, yes —
[ He swallows his name from his lips, his fingers find purchase, as if he can hold him here, to ride it all out. Maybe so he'll remain for a little longer. ]
It goes both ways, after all. This little hell they've crafted together. He wants him to. Keep trying to put him in his place, while he draws that little beast out, the little sharp bits he can see the shape of, like he's dodging them, while he's letting them pin him down. He's still thrusting —
Silco can feel it too, that pleasant burn that cuts through overstimulation, the heat between them, the everything, it hits him too, like a chaser, liquid fire down his back and making his eyes roll back in his head. He gets to look at him this time.
He thinks he prefers that, swallowing his moans, devouring them as he spills between them. ]
Ah, yes —
[ He swallows his name from his lips, his fingers find purchase, as if he can hold him here, to ride it all out. Maybe so he'll remain for a little longer. ]
[It's like a fire burning inside. Something hot and beautiful and deadly. Even as the height of physical ecstasy calms, he can't help but moan his adoration as his hips stagger and thrust. He likes seeing Silco when he reaches his peak. The loss of control is so rare.]
[Nobody else gets to have this Silco in their hands. Messy and stained and with hair tussled and skin slick with sweat.]
[He really is the most gorgeous thorn in his side. He hates him for it, in a way. The pain he has caused, time and time again...]
[Well, he can punish him in so many ways. Just like this. Vergilius shifts, only to kiss him. Its a little desperate, one hand threading through the man's hair to cup over the nape of his neck.]
...It's been too long.
[He can't help but murmur. It really has. From the van to nights without a single thing to a knife in his side. And then back here.]
[He wants to bask in it a little while longer, even as his wound aches. To remind him.]
[He really should listen to himself.]
[Nobody else gets to have this Silco in their hands. Messy and stained and with hair tussled and skin slick with sweat.]
[He really is the most gorgeous thorn in his side. He hates him for it, in a way. The pain he has caused, time and time again...]
[Well, he can punish him in so many ways. Just like this. Vergilius shifts, only to kiss him. Its a little desperate, one hand threading through the man's hair to cup over the nape of his neck.]
...It's been too long.
[He can't help but murmur. It really has. From the van to nights without a single thing to a knife in his side. And then back here.]
[He wants to bask in it a little while longer, even as his wound aches. To remind him.]
[He really should listen to himself.]
[ Maybe he should listen to himself, but Silco's breathing is rough against his lips, coming down from the high of their bodies pressed against one another. Harsher, a show of vulnerability, in its own way. He breathes out, his lips against his, his fingers still dance against his shoulders, and he doesn't dare dig in anymore. He made his point, he learned his lesson.
Maybe they understood each other a little better. Hard won from fire and pain and steel. Maybe they had more answers, but at the very least, they had an agreement, didn't they? Limits and guardrails, things that they wouldn't do. His throat still aches, a touch, breathing hard scrapes sensitive skin, but he still breathes against his lips. Enjoys it. He feels that warm, pleasant haze take over. He doesn't even mind the mess between them, still warm from their bodies pressed together.
He darts a hand up, to brush against the scar on his face. ]
I think you must have done something to me. [ He says, a curl of his lips. ] I've never counted the days since before. You're just lucky I've been patient.
[ As if he would jump him in public, but oh, he had been sorely tempted. It had been far too long. ]
Maybe they understood each other a little better. Hard won from fire and pain and steel. Maybe they had more answers, but at the very least, they had an agreement, didn't they? Limits and guardrails, things that they wouldn't do. His throat still aches, a touch, breathing hard scrapes sensitive skin, but he still breathes against his lips. Enjoys it. He feels that warm, pleasant haze take over. He doesn't even mind the mess between them, still warm from their bodies pressed together.
He darts a hand up, to brush against the scar on his face. ]
I think you must have done something to me. [ He says, a curl of his lips. ] I've never counted the days since before. You're just lucky I've been patient.
[ As if he would jump him in public, but oh, he had been sorely tempted. It had been far too long. ]
Done something to me? I should be making that accusation at you.
[He repeats, almost a little incredulous. As if he had the power for such things. As if anyone would look at this and want more. It wasn't as if anyone was eager for it. (And if they were, he would always turn them down. He was the best at self-sabotage, for his own good.)]
[Vergilius's eyelids flutter at the touch to his face. He leans into it. He craves it. Silco always gives it to him. He might be smarting from his wound, but a touch like this could melt the world away.]
Maybe next time, not so lucky. Mm. Would you mind? [And something a little mischievious in his usually gloomy eyes, twinkling in the red light. He bends down to press a kiss to the sharp bend of the man's nose.] I should have dragged you into an alleyway.
[He repeats, almost a little incredulous. As if he had the power for such things. As if anyone would look at this and want more. It wasn't as if anyone was eager for it. (And if they were, he would always turn them down. He was the best at self-sabotage, for his own good.)]
[Vergilius's eyelids flutter at the touch to his face. He leans into it. He craves it. Silco always gives it to him. He might be smarting from his wound, but a touch like this could melt the world away.]
Maybe next time, not so lucky. Mm. Would you mind? [And something a little mischievious in his usually gloomy eyes, twinkling in the red light. He bends down to press a kiss to the sharp bend of the man's nose.] I should have dragged you into an alleyway.
[ Wasn't Silco? With the way he looks at him like a greedy little bird, that pitch eye drinks all the lines of him in. Every time his muscles ripple under his skin, every time he caught his eyes from across the room. As if he didn't look at him and think exactly that; that he wanted more. Silco knows he is lean, hunched over, withered — he still covets him, and strangely, he lets him.
He breathes out, a soft half-chuckle. Something dark and a little bit pleased. ]
Maybe you should...
[ His fingers trail along the line of his jaw, to his ears, to brush at the fine hairs at the back of his neck. ]
We could sneak away... Would anyone even miss us? For just a little while.
[ He wasn't exactly making waves against the kaiju, and besides. He'd need his bodyguard with him, if he went off on his own. Right.
He tipped his head, to brush his lips against his jaw, and to breathe into his ear. ] Next time, maybe you should do it. Keep me occupied.
[ Keep him from getting any ideas... ]
He breathes out, a soft half-chuckle. Something dark and a little bit pleased. ]
Maybe you should...
[ His fingers trail along the line of his jaw, to his ears, to brush at the fine hairs at the back of his neck. ]
We could sneak away... Would anyone even miss us? For just a little while.
[ He wasn't exactly making waves against the kaiju, and besides. He'd need his bodyguard with him, if he went off on his own. Right.
He tipped his head, to brush his lips against his jaw, and to breathe into his ear. ] Next time, maybe you should do it. Keep me occupied.
[ Keep him from getting any ideas... ]
Didn't hurt, no. But you know how it is.
[A mild little smirk.]
I have to keep up my job, even here.
[A mild little smirk.]
I have to keep up my job, even here.
Just like we all do.
[.....]
Thanks, Vergilius.
[.....]
Thanks, Vergilius.
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