[ 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.
[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.]
[ 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? ]
[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 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'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.]
[ 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. ]
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.
[ 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.
[He thinks Silco could sculpt him by now, from how much he has touched him. He must have memorized every angle, every muscle. Vergilius sighs into the light brushes of skin. His hands also meet the man's body, only to encircle him to pull him in.]
[They could sneak away. They could try to kill each other. They could spend a date together.]
[The sky is the limit.]
Keep you occupied...are you adding to my responsibilities? Maybe I should charge you more.
[A light nibble to rhe man's ear, as a reply.]
But maybe I should make it a surprise. One day I will come and you will be so unprepared. I'll whisk you away. You won't know what's coming.
[ He would take the options, any of them, his fingers sought the spaces that were so familiar, after all. He knew where his touch made him shiver, and where he twitched. If Vergilius tried to kill him, he would give as good as he gave — he preferred this, though. The little deaths. The death would come — they all tried in the end, didn't they? Where would his line be?
He'd played with it, tried to tease it out, along with the monster. Tried to pull that line out, to see where it was, where Vergilius would find the end of his rope and decide to just let go. Toss him away like every other time. It had to, the alternative was...
He teases him. Silco shivers, letting him pull him close.
How foolish of him. His fingers scrape against his back, teasing in turn. ]
Well, we would have to negotiate that contract, if you wanted to charge more...
[ He murmured, low. A tease in turn.
He sighed, his teeth at his ear does something odd. A nauseating little flip, like he skipped a beat. His fingers tighten. ]
A surprise? [ He asks. He laughs softly. A little teasing. ] I suppose it's fair play...
[ He'd jumped him twice now, after all. Caught him by surprise. ]
If you manage to catch me unprepared... [ A nip at his jawline, chipped teeth there leaving the slightest of indents. ] Then I'll let you have your way with me.
[ As if he wouldn't anyway. ] Whatever you want. A boon, perhaps.
[ A challenge, a game. What was Silco, without his games? ]
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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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[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.
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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? ]
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[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.]
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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. ]
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[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.]
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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. ]
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[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.
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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... ]
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[They could sneak away. They could try to kill each other. They could spend a date together.]
[The sky is the limit.]
Keep you occupied...are you adding to my responsibilities? Maybe I should charge you more.
[A light nibble to rhe man's ear, as a reply.]
But maybe I should make it a surprise. One day I will come and you will be so unprepared. I'll whisk you away. You won't know what's coming.
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He'd played with it, tried to tease it out, along with the monster. Tried to pull that line out, to see where it was, where Vergilius would find the end of his rope and decide to just let go. Toss him away like every other time. It had to, the alternative was...
He teases him. Silco shivers, letting him pull him close.
How foolish of him. His fingers scrape against his back, teasing in turn. ]
Well, we would have to negotiate that contract, if you wanted to charge more...
[ He murmured, low. A tease in turn.
He sighed, his teeth at his ear does something odd. A nauseating little flip, like he skipped a beat. His fingers tighten. ]
A surprise? [ He asks. He laughs softly. A little teasing. ] I suppose it's fair play...
[ He'd jumped him twice now, after all. Caught him by surprise. ]
If you manage to catch me unprepared... [ A nip at his jawline, chipped teeth there leaving the slightest of indents. ] Then I'll let you have your way with me.
[ As if he wouldn't anyway. ] Whatever you want. A boon, perhaps.
[ A challenge, a game. What was Silco, without his games? ]