You wanna kill me? You wanna hurt me?

[vacabdication]

[ It's all terribly fast, really. They're in the library - Pagan's favourite haunt, next to whichever room Ajay is in, and all the better when Ajay is is it too - just chatting and spending some quiet time together. There's some festival or other coming up, and Ajay will be heading out soon to help the villagers hunt for food and offerings, and while Pagan is finally convinced that the danger to Ajay is minimal he can never help but fret when he's away. It's a kindness he probably doesn't deserve that Ajay knows this and makes sure to spend time with him before and after, letting Pagan know he's cared for (and occasionally making a show of tending to his weapons while they chat as a little reassurance about how well-defended he is). That's what they're doing now; enjoying a quiet drink before retiring to bed, where Ajay will indulge him by watching an episode of the Great British Bake-off, they'll do a little tender lovemaking, and then spent the night curled close before Ajay leaves.

So it's... irritating, to say the least, when a member of the royal guard appears in the doorway and says sir, a message for you. Pagan can't help snapping at the man - something along the lines of alright, yes, what is it? - and as he comes closer Pagan notices several things. First is that the man is unfamiliar - not a dealbreaker on its own, there has been a recent batch of new promotions. Less comforting is that his uniform is wrong - his beret is tipped to the wrong side and his belt fastened incorrectly, which is not the sort of sloppiness you usually get from the fresh meat. He's also sweating bullets, and the room is not nearly hot enough to warrant that.

Ajay puts it together at the same time, apparently, rising from his overstuffed armchair and biting out Pagan, get down but Pagan is by the liquor cabinet and the stranger - the assassin - is already drawing his gun. Long-dormant instinct kicks in. Pagan grabs the man's gun hand at the wrist, jerks it forward as he turns, wrenching it until he hears the bones breaking. That's enough that the man loses his grip on the weapon, and Pagan seizes it. He levels it at the man's head, notes his eyes, wide with fear - and his gaze slips to Ajay.

He's not sure he has it in him to shoot a man in the face right in front of Ajay. Not when he's trying so hard to be better. So instead he fires the gun over the man's shoulder, so the bullet buries itself safely in the wall, and gives him a smile as cold and sharp as a shard of broken glass. ]

You may leave. You'll want to run. The actual Royal Guard will be here any moment now, and they simply cannot afford to be as merciful as I.

[ The man runs. There is the sound of boots on the floor, shouting, gunfire, and when a member of the guard appears in the doorway Pagan waves him away dismissively and turns to Ajay instead. ]

That was rude. Are you alright, darling?

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[vaaris]

[ he's rarely greedy outside of a heat. maybe it's even fair to say that he's rarely greedy in one; shy about asking for what he needs, always mindful of asking for too much and tipping the balance of the invisible scale towards selfish. but... well, there are exceptions to every rule, and this is one of them.

he keeps his hand tight in pagan's hair as he grinds his hips against the other man's face, dropping his head back with a breathless moan as pagan eats him out with all the gusto of a starving man presented with a feast. his thighs are trembling with little electric spasms of pleasure, dick leaking where it lays swollen and heavy across his belly, so wet that pagan can scarcely lap it away before he's soaked again. ]

[vacabdication]

[ Perfect, perfect. Ajay tugs at Pagan's hair, grinds against his face, and it's so much that when Ajay moans Pagan meets it with an answering growl. The need in him is fierce, but this? Ajay wanting, wanton, demanding and delicious? Oh, it's the finest pleasure Pagan has ever experienced. Pagan's eyes flick upward, and with Ajay's head leaned back like that Pagan can't see his face, as he was hoping - but he does see that cock, thick and gorgeous and just begging to be touched.

What else is he to do? He reaches up, takes it in hand and gives Ajay a firm stroke as he presses his tongue in as deep as it will go. He loves this game, drawing it out to see whether Ajay will let him make him come like this or demand that Pagan take him, or whether Pagan's own need will crumble his resolve first. Tonight, he thinks, there is a very strong chance of the latter - he can never resist Ajay long when he's like this. ]

[vaaris]

[ he can't help the short, sharp cry when pagan reaches up to wrap a hand around his cock -- immediately, he tries to arch up into that touch even as his body still tries to press down against pagan's face, and not being able to decide between those two competing pleasures is enough to get a frustrated little groan out of him.

pagan's in rut. ajay can smell it, even over his own heat, and every breath just drags it into his lungs. drives him crazier, gets him drunk off this visceral proof of pagan wanting him, and it's so fucking good. ]

[vacabdication]

[ Wonderful. That cry lights up every Alpha instinct in him, pride at giving his mate what he needs pouring through him like a sip of good scotch on a cold day. And Ajay communicates what he needs so wonderfully, too - that frustrated shifting letting Pagan read the signal and start stroking properly so Ajay can have his hand and his mouth both, and all the pleasure that comes with them. And better even than that, the knowledge that Pagan can make Ajay come like this, wring the pleasure out of him, and he'll still be desperate for more until Pagan is locked safe inside him, sated and close.

He loves it. He loves every minute of it. It's almost worth the assassination attempt. ]

[vaaris]

Oh, fuck. Pagan, yeah.

[ it's a senseless moan as pagan starts stroking him properly, the dual pleasure so intense it feels like his skin is buzzing and his brain is melting out of his ears. that coil of heat at the pit of his belly is wound so tightly that it's almost painful, all that pressure building to a point so sharp it's almost dangerous. ]

I'm so close. I'm gonna come, you're gonna make me come, please. [ arching up with a needy little whine, begging for more even though he's already got everything he can take. ]

[vacabdication]

[ Good. The encouragement is like a jolt along Pagan's spine, only stoking his want higher, making him crave Ajay in the way he's never craved anything else. He wants Ajay to come almost as Ajay does by now, and he only speeds the movement of his hand, his tongue moving faster, desperate to give his mate what he needs.

He's impossibly hard now, aching, and just the pressure of his trousers against his cock makes him moan against Ajay's skin. Beautiful, he's beautiful, he deserves everything Pagan can give him and more. ]

[vaaris]

[ there's no hope of holding out against this. pagan speeds the motion of his hand, his tongue, and it's only a few moments more before all of it is enough to push ajay over that sharp, brilliant edge. he cries out in an absolutely senseless, unselfconscious sound -- head thrown back, every muscle of his body straining in that arch, fingers tight enough in pagan's hair to pull. ]

[vacabdication]

[ Oh, but it's wonderful. Pagan fancies he can taste it when Ajay comes, everything that makes him want to bury his face there magnified, but even without that the sound of him and the sharp pull of his fingers in Pagan's hair is bliss. Pagan works him through it until he feels that glorious tension in Ajay's body relax, and only then does he lift his face. ]

Ajay, my boy, you are glorious. I've never wanted anyone the way I want you. The way I need you.

[ His hands are already going to his belt, unfastening it. A gentleman would perhaps give Ajay a moment to bask in the afterglow, but Ajay said he wanted him in rut and succeeded masterfully at getting him there. ]

[vaaris]

[ in nearly any other case, it'd be the kind of orgasm that unwinds him enough to have him sleepy, docile, ready to have pagan settle close and press kisses in his hair and tell him how wonderful he is. but in a heat? anything that's not pagan knotting him barely even takes the edge off, sometimes only serves to make him burn that much hotter, and they both know it.

so now the faint but familiar sounds of pagan going to work on his belt and pants are all ajay needs to rouse him from that moment of hazy afterglow. greedily, he's already reaching out -- pagan's close enough for ajay to be able to wrap his legs around him, trying to pull him down and in for a kiss. ]

Good. [ it's heated, raw, the way someone confesses a sin for which they have absolutely no shame. ] I want to make you crazy about me. The way I am about you.

[ teeth and tongue against pagan's mouth -- his alpha knows how best to fuck him from feral wildness into sated submission, but he hasn't done it yet. ]

[vacabdication]

You do. You have.

[ And it's wonderful. Before Ajay had come into his life Pagan had thought he was beyond all this, really. Not quite too old to pull it off (he's not even 50 yet!) but certainly too tired, too wounded to go out and seek someone who could provoke this kind of reaction in him.

And he hadn't had to. Ajay had traisped blindly into his world and turned it upside-down, and when Pagan had thought the interest he'd felt was nothing more than a passing fancy, Ajay had come back. Like a miracle, like a deities world-over who raised people from the dead. It had been... terrifying, frankly, but now it's nothing but a gift. A blessing.

Pagan kisses back, meeting that fierce press of Ajay's mouth. There are all sorts of comfortable, convenient, sensible ways people can fuck in an armchair. Pagan chooses none of them, instead going for the unlikely (and regrettable, if he was in any way fit to be thinking of the state of his knees tomorrow) but immediate option of maintaining a semi-crouched postion and tugging Ajay's hips forward to he can press in without further delay. It's heaven; instant liquid bliss pouring through him as he slides home, the heat and pressure of Ajay around him making him growl low in his throat. ]

[vaaris]

Pagan!

[ like he's forgotten entirely that the fucking door is still open, because he has.

he's still fresh enough off the peak of that orgasm for every sensation to be amplified, and when pagan slides home in one firm thrust, the feeling of it goes through him like lightning. he arches up underneath the older man like an offering, fingers tangled in pagan's shirt and legs locked tightly around the other man's waist. like a promise to never let him go, like a wild demand to keep him.

really, isn't some of this supposed to have worn off by now? they still fuck each other like it's the first time, all the wild abandon of pent up need cut through with that thrill of doing something that skirts the line towards forbidden. ajay's pretty sure relationships are supposed to settle down into something more domestic and routine, but here they are, so eager to have each other that they haven't even bothered closing the door.

... well. nothing about this is exactly typical. maybe it makes more sense this way, after all. ]