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Ethan wakes up a little colder than before. He looks to the side and sees that Heisenberg has left but his clothes are still haphazardly thrown along the small bedroom. The door is ajar. Only slightly fearing he’d left to give him that head start, Ethan begins to sit up and feels dried come all over the back of his thighs and ass. “Gross.” Ethan mutters, standing up to look for his jeans.
“Leaving so soon?” Ethan turns to the door and sees Heisenberg leaning against the frame, hip cocked to the side. He smells clean, the minor wounds Ethan inflicted on him already beginning to heal. And Ethan may be looking for a little too long, because Heisenberg breaks into a lethal smile and begins to stalk forward. “You left.” Ethan says, at a loss.
He stays still as Heisenberg walks to his dresser and wets a rag in the basin on top and hands it to Ethan. When he takes it he’s pulled forward, unsteady, and feels a fang sink into his lower lip. Kissing Heisenberg is violent in a way he’s never been, not to the people he’s with, but it’s exhilarating to hear the pleased huff when he bites back. “Just getting myself cleaned up. You might want to.” He walks to the bed and rips the top blanket off, leaving it to cover his clothes to the side.
Done wiping himself off, Ethan sits on the mattress and catches a modern looking bottle of lubricant that Heisenberg throws at him- that's a conversation with Duke he’d rather not have, but it’s the only way to get it he supposes. Heisenberg looks down at Ethan on the bed. “Fuck, nearly forgot how pretty your cock looks.” He grins, all teeth when Ethan’s face gets hot. He’s perfectly average, but the compliment reminds him that perhaps there’s no clear average in a village like this. Heisenberg lays on his back and parts his legs invitingly. Ethan gets in between Heisenberg’s legs and kisses him again, softer this time, as he grabs at the towel around the other man’s waist.
Unwrapping him is like a fucking gift, as he looks down and sees the beginning of an erection in between his thick, hairy thighs. He stares, rapturous, at the way his hairs lay over thick scars and stretch marks. There’s an urge to lick all of it, feel it soft against his tongue, and Ethan wets his lips without thinking.
“Waiting for something?” Heisenberg asks, nudging Ethan with one of his knees. He’s in a very prideful position for nearly being spread eagle on the bed, one hand kneading a firm tit absentmindedly. Ethan scoffs and puts lube on his middle two fingers, nestling closer to the other man’s lap so that he’s a breathe away from his dick. He begins to massage at his rim and passes his thumb over his perineum with an insistent touch. “Demanding.” Ethan says.
Ethan presses in slowly and presses his tongue flat on the head of Heisenberg’s dick, taking the head in his mouth as he pushes deeper. The second finger joins the first. He doesn’t try to take too much of his larger than average cock, teasing just the first few inches to keep him hard. Ethan can hear a small huff come from the man below him and tries not to smirk around him- his growing impatience is almost endearing. Until he hears the sheets ripping to his right and he sees Heisenberg’s claws tear through them like tissue paper. It is no longer as endearing but, regrettably, still arousing.
“Be good.” Ethan says somewhat boldly, still close enough Heisenberg can feel his breath on his skin. He takes his hand and fists it into Ethan’s hair, pulling up sharply until he’s nearly sitting up. “Fuck. Me.” He growls. He looks angry but it falls flat as Ethan begins to fuck his fingers into him, the grip on his hair immediately loosening. Ethan does take advantage of being upright to drag his teeth along Heisenberg’s pecs, catching on a hardened nipple and biting around it nearly as hard as he can. There’s the barest hint of iron as he licks along the mark.
Heisenberg’s head dips back and he sighs, flush evident along his scarred skin. Ethan continues biting against his skin- lower, at the edge of his gut, to his other pec and along his neck, all while thrusting his fingers into his loosening rim. He’s ready, they both know it, but Heisenberg doesn’t stop him as he continues marking him up. He just moves one of his hands to Ethan’s shoulder and scratches it when the bites come as penance.
Even before Ethan has entered him, the base of Heisenberg’s cock begins to swell. It’s bizarre from an outside perspective- seeing it after feeling it- but the reminder of what it felt like is enough to shatter some of Ethan’s patience. With one last nip to the older man’s collarbone he moves away to grab the lubricant. Rendered slick enough, He pushes in slowly until he feels a hooked leg push him closer. “Fucking get on with it.” Heisenberg complains, seemingly sated once their hips are flush against each other. He’s so warm, and hot, Ethan feels like he’s going to lose it.
He nearly pulls all the way out before thrusting back in again, stabilizing himself with his hands on Heisenberg’s chest. Ethan knows he won’t last long, not with how good it feels, not with the way Heisenberg claws his lower back to get him to keep going. Ethan decides to forgo the usual gentle approach he displays during sex, knowing the other man won’t be receptive. He does slam into him hard enough the whole bed shakes, Ethan’s hands digging into his bite marks and making Heisenberg curse under his breath. “Do you like that? Fuck.” Ethan says, earnest in his asking.
He never considered himself particularly sadistic. He hasn’t enjoyed causing anyone else pain before, especially not in the bedroom- past partners have asked, but he felt afraid to commit to it. But seeing this thick monster of a man submit like this leaves him heady and wanting. Makes him want to keep digging until Heisenberg cries out without meaning to, until the façade crumbles and he comes hard on Ethan’s cock. Fuck, he’s so close.
Ethan comes in closer to pass his teeth along Heisenberg’s scarred throat, close enough he feels the swollen base of his knot caught in between their bodies. He reaches one hand up to Heisenberg’s hair and pulls, giving him more room to maneuver. Ethan pauses for a second, just to take it in, but Heisenberg digs his claws into his back with intent. “Keep going, honey.” He says quietly. He gets a sharp bite to his jaw as a response.
Ethan settles his hands to either side of his chest to dip lower, lapping at the trace amounts of blood that sits stark against his greying chest hair. He pays more attention to his nipples this time, sucking one into his mouth and moving along to the other until they’re glistening. Every thrust he yanks on the older man’s hair to keep him close, friction of his dick against Ethan’s stomach painfully good. Ethan himself is trying desperately not to come, but it’s a losing battle.
“Gonna come soon,” Ethan warns, thrusts more erratic and unyielding as he pistons into the man below him. He feels Heisenberg move one hand to his dick and tug hard enough to make lesser men weep. “What’s it going to take?” Ethan asks, the to make you come unspoken. Heisenberg swallows and pushes Ethan’s head down, close to his tits again. Ethan takes as much of one as he can into his mouth and sucks. He curses. Ethan tongues along the crease where his chest meets his stomach, tasting his sweat, and bites the skin until he tastes iron.
Heisenberg tightens around him and Ethan comes, mouth open in a silent cry as he pumps into him. He chases that feeling for as long as possible, the headrush intoxicating as he delivers one final bite onto the other man’s marred body. And he looks marred, with teeth indents and welts across his whole body. I did that , Ethan thinks, and he’s going to remember th at I did th is . He gives a few more rough thrusts and Heisenberg begins to come, the initial orgasm hitting the both of them in the chest.
But he’s not fully human and he keeps going, come dribbling out of his cock and over his fist. Heisenberg is languidly stroking himself now, gasping. Ethan pulls out and immediately brings himself closer to the older man’s lap again, fingers replacing his spent dick and pushing his come back inside. It doesn’t seem like a persistent orgasm but Ethan can tell he’s sensitive, sensitive enough that hooking his fingers up into him makes him moan through gritted teeth. “What, afraid of making noise now?” Ethan says, teasing.
He licks along Heisenberg’s fist, collecting some of the come that’s still dripping down. It’s dripping all the way down his arm, down his knot to where his sensitive rim is continually played with by nimble fingers. “Don’t stop, fuck.” Heisenberg growls, moving his hand to grip Ethan at the back of the head. He forces him back to the head of his cock and Ethan gets the message, sucking gently and letting his come stay hot in his mouth without swallowing. It’s messy as fuck as it drips down his chin and down Heisenberg’s shaft.
Ethan continues fucking the other man on his fingers, arousal returning as he feels Heisenberg tight and wet around him. A steady rivulet of come drips down his perineum and Ethan collects it, adds it to the mess of Ethan’s come in his hole. He can’t fill him the way he filled Ethan, but there’s a sick sort of satisfaction from fingering Heisenberg’s own spend into himself. “Gonna come again,” Heisenberg says breathlessly, “Please, sweetheart--”
He moans around Heisenberg’s dick, coming off of it in an effort to lavish attention on his shrinking knot. Ethan licks around it and then sucks on it, tongue moving in circles to keep it wet. Heisenberg practically whimpers and tightens his grip on Ethan’s head. Ethan slams his fingers into the older man and as his teeth graze the sensitive knot, Heisenberg’s dick twitches with another orgasm. A quicker jet of come follows the continuous dribble, and it makes his hole clamp down on Ethan’s finger. He hears a litany of fucks and pleases turn into a mantra, reveling in the way the lycan’s body shakes underneath him.
After the aftershocks fade Ethan pulls his fingers out and moves farther up on the bed, laying near Heisenberg’s side. From this angle Ethan can see the map of scars, bruises and marks he’s inflicted on him, the way his stomach, hips and the bed are drenched in come. His eyes are closed yet his mouth is open, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Ethan takes his first two fingers and collects some of the spend, sucking it into his mouth just loud enough Heisenberg cracks an eye open.
“How do I taste?” He asks, cocky and undeniably horny for having been fucked into nearly passing out. Ethan doesn’t answer and dips back into the expressionist smattering of come, bringing it to Heisenberg’s lips. He nearly goes cross-eyed as he licks at Ethan’s fingers. Ethan feeds him more, trying hard not to recognize the reprisal of his hard-on firm against the Heisenberg’s thigh. His fingers are glistening when he decides he’s done enough and kisses the scar on Heisenberg’s lower lip.
They lay there for a moment- Ethan recognizes the silence as the absence of the earlier rain. It’s dark outside the small window in Heisenberg’s bedroom, the glass frame still spotted with water. He doesn’t know what to do. Memories fall away and he’s left with what happens next. Heisenberg mentioned a head start- Will the next time they see each other be a death match? Can they strike a deal, and does Ethan even want to?
Heisenberg clears his throat and snaps Ethan out of it. “Hmm?” He asks, realizing he said something. The other man looks at Ethan, his eyes bright despite the low light. “I told you to spend the night. The lycans get more violent at night, if you can believe it.” He smiles like a predator. “Would hate to get you torn apart and have nothing to do with it.”
Ethan shivers and nods, understanding. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t terrified of what lurks at night, knowing that he’d be caught unaware. It’s dangerous enough during the day, and Ethan has nowhere to sleep except in the shattered home of a dead villager. It churns his stomach just thinking about it, stench of rotting flesh and old food in the back of his mind. “I’ll stay.” He says.
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In the morning, Heisenberg wakes up alone, the other side of the bed still warm. When he gets ready for the day he dresses slowly, his body aching as it tries to repair itself from Ethan’s onslaught. Putting his A-shirt on is an entire ordeal as it softly shifts against his wounds. He finds it worth the pain. He finds the whole experience worth it, even as he opens a drawer for his keys and finds it empty. Even as he finds his paperwork looked over, his mess of a desk reorganized so as not to raise suspicion.
“You son of a bitch.” Heisenberg says, laughing to himself. He knows they’ll meet again soon, and when they do, he’s not sure whether to kill him or not. Proposition him and keep him close at hand. Open the gates to the village and tell him to never look back- give him a chance Heisenberg himself can never have. It’s an anxious sort of excitement that quells any stress he might have felt prior, and Heisenberg finds himself feeling foolishly, idiotically looking forward to their reunion.