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TDM 06
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MAIN LOBBY
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MONSTER MASH
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Tseng's hands go to the fastenings of his clothes; he moves his own out of the way, content to let Tseng have at him as he buries his fingers in his hair, then shifts to gripping his shoulders for support as he sways lightly on his feet.]
You can have anything. Anything, just don't stop —
[The hunger is overwhelming. Without thinking, unmindful of his current state of rumpled half-dress, he pushes at Tseng's shoulders until he's sat on the edge of the mattress and climbs precariously onto his lap all in the same movement, head listing to one side to open up his neck once more for attention.]
Do it — what you said. Make sure everyone knows who I belong to.
[He breathes in sharp, drags his tongue filthy against the shell of Tseng's ear, nips at his earlobe and tongues the stud in it.]
Show me what I really do to you. Show me fucking insane.
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tseng looks—destroyed. desperate. so full of complex emotion that it bleeds from him like ink through fiber, and he says, ] You don't know what you're asking me for, [ but it's already a foregone conclusion that tseng will give it to him, because he will always give rufus everything he wants, no matter what.
when he lets go of rufus' hair, it's to drag him back in and bite him. right there, his throat, finding the throbbing artery under rufus' skin and inserting his fangs there with a delicacy that's almost tender, intimate. or it would be, if not for the way tseng fastens his mouth around the wound and sucks, drawing rufus' blood out, tasting it as a burst of unholy copper across his tongue, intoxicating and terrible. keep this up, and you'll be addicted for life.
when he pulls away it's with a smear of red at the corner of his lip. tseng presses his mouth hard to rufus', letting him taste himself, and then once again reverses their positions so he can push rufus down against the mattress and settle between his thighs. his hands are unrelenting and precise in the way they unfasten the buttons of rufus' shirt, and that means that when he gives up and tears the last few from their buttonholes, that too is a decision made on purpose. he wants rufus with an intensity that feels all-consuming, a wildfire, and he broadcasts it without hesitation across the wide-open link between them. ]
I want to ruin you, [ tseng confesses. he's said this before, hasn't he? what felt like ages ago, on the beach, and then something like it again with a string tied around his finger. ] I want you to feel me inside you every time you sit.
[ his hands skim over rufus' stomach, his chest. mapping the skin that had been revealed by the awful, awful dip of rufus' collar, teasing tseng all night. he wants to mark his territory with teeth and lips and come. ]
I want everyone else to disappoint you because they're not me.
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[Enough to know he wants it, at least, and that belief bears out as Tseng starts to mark him, evidently pushed far enough to be willing to be the kind of rough that Rufus likes, moving him around as he sees fit and making sure that pleasure blooms from everything that follows so he can't get too bratty about being handled. The drag of fangs makes him shudder in anticipation; when they sink in, he outright writhes, grinding down onto Tseng as he tries to keep his upper half still — but of course, he's not trying all that hard to do it, either. The sharp nick of pain is like a dash of acid against cloying sweetness; far from ruining the pleasure, it only seems to enhance it by the contrast, as Tseng's lips pull broken gasps from his throat right along with the blood from his neck.
His chest is heaving as they start to move, grasping at each other almost too rushed for even a vampire's senses to follow. One moment they're kissing; the next he's on his back, clothes torn away, heart tattoo on his abdomen seeming to beat of its own volition with the way his muscles keep reflexively flexing. His pants are tight and still sticky-hot with his own cum; he hardly even notices the feeling of mess, too obsessed with the way Tseng is messing him up even more.
How addicting it feels, to lie there disheveled and feel the gale force of Tseng's desire crashing over him. The rush is unparalleled, like leaping from a tall building, and when his next noise of pleasure spills from his lips, he can't quite parse whether it's more a laugh or a purr.]
Don't be stupid. [He echoes, taunts, hearkening back to what Tseng had told him just a little before] You want them to disappoint me? They already do.
[He brings his legs up as best he can, hooking them around Tseng's middle where he sits between his thighs, as if to lend weight to his words by trapping him in place that way.]
Don't I deserve the best? How could that ever be anything but you?
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That's right, [ tseng murmurs, the words muffled and blurred into rufus' waiting mouth. ] What else do you need, besides me?
[ when he pulls away again, it's to strip rufus of his slacks as well. the stickiness that coats his cock and upper thighs looks delicious, and tseng, still fully dressed and too impatient to do anything about it, immediately slides down the bed so he can bury his face between rufus' thighs.
he wants to suck rufus back to hardness, but is too mindful of his fangs to try, and so he opts for the next best thing: to lick and suck at every inch of him instead, tasting the tang of his cum and the salt of his skin. he makes thorough work of every inch of rufus' cock, from tip to root, and then over the curve of his balls and lower, to the thin stretch of his perineum. steady, unrelenting pleasure, working until rufus is hard again where his cock lays against his lower belly.
tseng emerges then, lifting himself from between rufus' thighs to reach for the lube sitting on the nightstand. he stretches his body out alongside rufus', drapes one of rufus' legs over his own hip so they spread wide and let tseng reach down between them and push two fingers into the tight ring of his hole. ]
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But he's hard again, at the end of it; it feels exquisite how Tseng had coaxed him to it, like he was pulling the arousal out of him from some hidden reserve deep inside, wanting it and taking it simply because he could. By the time Tseng is back in reach next to him, he's moving the drape of his leg even higher still, gravitating into his arms and leaning to bite at his collarbones in his haste to get Tseng's fingers moving inside him.]
Say you need me too.
[His fangs part skin, find blood; he tongues at it until it stops, purring softly against the marks he's left as though it was the marking all along that he'd wanted.]
When you're inside. Swear you'll say it. Tseng —
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I do need you.
[ tseng's voice is taut with pleasure, with the ache of rufus' teeth breaking skin, with his own desire threatening to burst out from inside his ribcage. his fingers plunge deep and spread, then rub firmly against rufus' prostate when he withdraws them again. ]
I'll tell you as many times as you need to hear it—I need you, I need you.
[ need is a word with so many meanings. tseng means all of them. he needs rufus like his body aches with how badly he wants to fuck this beautiful man stupid; he needs rufus like a man in the desert needs water. he needs rufus like people need purpose, something to give him a reason, a locus around which he can orient his existence. all of it. tseng kisses rufus again and swallows the sound he makes when tseng's fingers press against his prostate again, fucking rufus in short, deep thrusts as his body slowly begins to relax around the intrusion. ]
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But maybe — maybe Tseng already knows it, just like he knows the rest of him inside and out. Maybe that's why he says as many times as you need to hear it. Maybe it's because he knows Rufus does need to hear it, that beneath all the teeth and predatory instinct there's a hunger just to keep this one precious thing for himself too.
Maybe that's why he shoves his hips back, trying to get his fingers deeper, faster. Maybe that's why he wants to consume Tseng whole so desperately, so that they'd have to tear him out from under his skin if anything tried to take him away.
He bites again, nearly keeping cadence with the burn of pleasure that sparks across his nerves every time Tseng's fingers stimulate his prostate, his whining escaping between each press of his mouth. Tseng's olive skin is fast becoming purple beneath his teeth, nipping and bruising like each mark is another claim staked.]
Hurry —
[I need you, he thinks, and again emotion chases after it, a feeling that's something like incomplete so long as Tseng's cock is anywhere but inside him.]
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it isn't about tseng. this is another thing tseng knows: that rufus trusts him as much as he's ever trusted another person. rufus knows that tseng would die for him, would never lie to him. but there are voices in his head that were put there by someone else, someone with power over rufus that tseng could never claim, and it will take work to become a voice that drowns the others out.
but it is what compels tseng, what makes him want to crack open his own ribcage so rufus can climb inside, what makes him want to climb inside rufus and touch him from within so that nothing could ever wash tseng's touch from his body. but the closest he can get is the way he fucks rufus fast and brutal on two fingers and then three, and the closest rufus can get is the way he sinks his teeth again and again into tseng's shoulder, leaving behind bruises and tender places that will scar over but linger nonetheless.
all at once, tseng is out of patience. he withdraws his fingers from rufus and pushes him onto his back, slicks his cock with the leftover lube from his hand, and tugs rufus' hips down until his lower half is splayed across tseng's thighs and tseng can guide the head of his cock to rufus' entrance before pushing inside in one long, brutal thrust. ]
Fuck, [ tseng says, breathless and desperate. his hands clutch hard at rufus' hips, hard enough to bruise, and he pulls out and fucks back into rufus with an intensity that shocks even tseng. it feels right. it feels better than anything ever has to be inside him now, and tseng refuses to give even a single inch in pursuit of that perfect completion.
under the intensity of their fucking, the headboard creaks and slams against the wall; plaster falls in chunks to the floor, and tseng can't bring himself to stop. nothing could stop him, except rufus himself. ]
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Tseng drives home inside him and it knocks the air out of his lungs, and he doesn't even wait for it to come back before dragging him into the rhythm of it, pulling on his hips as if the extra force would help him get even a fraction deeper than he is already. It's so rough and so good that he finds himself clawing at the bed so that he doesn't claw into Tseng, and maybe it's lucky that he didn't because now it's not just the sheets that are parting beneath his fingers; full gouges are torn into the padding beneath in the shape of his desperate hands.
In any other circumstance, the fact that he comes a second time before Tseng has even spent once might rankle; now, he can't be fucked to care as the orgasm feels like it's punched out of him, the thrusts driving into him so relentlessly that there's no space left to keep it held inside. He throws his head back and howls, and rides it out, and before the oversensitivity has even start to set in he's grabbing Tseng and throwing him down to the mattress in turn, rolling them without ever letting his cock leave him.
No one pins Tseng for long, but he doesn't have to — he just has to keep him down long enough to fit his hands onto his chest and ride him hard, trying to get him to come before he can gather up enough wherewithal to snatch control back again. The springs of the bed are groaning dangerously from the bouncing, bolts rattling as their fastenings start to come loose, but he doesn't care, because what does it matter, what does anything matter but this.]
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and maybe he will, soon enough. but first: tseng's hands grip rufus' hips with bruising force, and he pulls rufus down onto his cock and comes inside him with a cry that's nothing more than raw pleasure made into noise. louder than tseng usually is, in bed—in fact he's usually near silent, save for the errant moan or grunt when he approaches climax—but now, for rufus, he is utterly undone.
tseng doesn't let himself start to soften. he sits up to kiss rufus again, messy and aching, and then rolls them over again before he pulls out of rufus to rearrange their bodies entirely. rufus on his belly, his ass up and his hands on what remains of the headboard, and tseng fucks him hard enough his hips slap against the skin of rufus' ass and leave pink marks behind.
he could come again, like this. the only thing that stops him is how badly he wants to make rufus come first, at least once—but when he does, when rufus shudders into orgasm beneath him and makes a royal mess of the sheets, it's not enough. for that, tseng hauls rufus back up to splay across his lap, one arm around his waist and the other coming up over his chest, his throat, thumbing affectionately over the shape of his adam's apple before tseng puts his fingers in rufus' mouth to suck on while tseng fucks him again. ]
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By the time he's hauled back up, fingers come as a consolation prize; tempting as it is to cut them and lap at the blood, he finds their presence strangely mollifying and sucks at them eagerly, keeping pace with the drive of Tseng's hips up into his. One hand finds its way to Tseng's thigh, beneath him; the other comes up and behind his own head in search of Tseng's, snatching at his hair and pulling the tie loose to fist in the freed length of it after.
He's lost track of how many times he's come, by now. More important is keeping up with how many Tseng has, less out of any compulsion to keep them even and more because those few moments are his windows of opportunity, those sparse moments when he might stand to wrest a little bit of an upper hand — and inspire Tseng to all the more possessiveness from having slipped free of his hold for the interim.
One comes shortly after Tseng does; he feels it fill him, hears Tseng groan, and sets his heels into the bed before pushing them both back, trapping Tseng between his weight and the mattress only long enough to take his own turn at rearranging them. His cock slips free and Rufus can't help but mourn its loss with a whine, but the prospect of getting his own turn at dominance is heady and potent, and he seizes the opportunity as soon as it arrives.
It's less elegant than when Tseng had rolled them over, but he gets them similarly positioned: Tseng flat on his belly, Rufus draped over his back, their hips fit together. No one, no one gets to do this, but he's reckless and manic and just enough of a brat to grasp for it anyway.]
You said you'd give me anything —
[He purrs the implication, throaty and hot, against Tseng's ear from behind, and grinds his dripping cock into the cleft of Tseng's ass — letting him feel it without seeking penetration.]
Someday you'll be mine, too.
[He times his moment perfectly, letting his guard slip in the same moment he knows Tseng will move to throw him off, and as their positions reverse again he reaches up and takes Tseng's face in both of his hands, pulling him down to kiss him filthy in the sparse span of seconds he has before Tseng's cock shoves back into him again.]
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rufus' cock slides between the cheeks of his ass and tseng shudders, tense all over, not a rejection of the notion but shocked by his body's immediate hunger. he would let rufus do it, tseng thinks, if not for the fact that he think he'll lose his fucking mind if they have to wait long enough for tseng to be prepped. another time. ]
Another time, [ tseng promises. he arches his back, rolls his hips back in a mimicry of how he might move if rufus really were fucking him just like this—and then uses the larger bulk of his body to push up off the mattress and fling rufus down onto it instead.
the kiss comes at just the same moment as tseng shoves his cock back inside rufus, a long perfect thrust that steals the air from his lungs just as surely as rufus' lips do. tseng's hand slams against the headboard with such force that the wood splinters; his fingers curl against the plaster of the wall and leave long, even furrows behind. he leans over rufus' body, proprietary and possessive, and fucks him rabbit-quick in short brutal little thrusts, rufus' hips upturned to take him, to take all of him.
the other hand, the one that isn't doing violence to the interior decorating, comes up to curl at the base of rufus' skull, the back of his neck. holding him close and unyielding as they kiss and kiss again, messy and through and so erotic tseng can hardly stand it. when they pull apart it's by scant millimeters, their noses still pressed together and lips brushing as tseng says, low and emphatic, ]
I need you.
[ rufus asked. tseng promised. and it's just as true now as it had been at the start: tseng is ruined as a certain fact, and rufus is as necessary to him as air or water or the blood in his veins. ]
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Tseng needs him. Needs him like he needs this. Needs him like Rufus craves to be needed.
His body shakes; for an instant he thinks it might've tried to climax again but found it too soon. Or maybe it's just so much better like this, pressed in as close as they can get, as close as it's possible to get, when he still remembers the ache of that few inches of distance Tseng had been determinedly holding himself at before.]
You have me.
[His nails dig into Tseng's back, close to his spine, clutching with a fervor that eerily isn't echoed in his voice — because his voice, for once, is soft. Softer than he'll ever let himself be anywhere else, softer than he can be when he's not so protected as this.]
You're the only one who can have all of me.
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tseng comes almost silently, this time. he gasps, presses his mouth to rufus' in a deep, unhesitating kiss, and shudders as his cock throbs and he empties himself into the willing heat of rufus' body one more time. it hollows him out, this orgasm, leaves him feeling oddly off-kilter, almost bereft for want of more to give—as though he hoped to fill rufus with as much of him as possible, so rufus would never stand a chance of scrubbing himself clean.
into the narrow gap between their bodies tseng slips his hand and curls it low around rufus' cock. he jerks rufus off much like he'd fucked him, in quick, firm strokes, less coaxing than he is shoving rufus bodily over the edge of his next climax. this, too, is a need: the need to feel rufus come apart just like tseng has come apart, fragmented and scattered to all corners of the room, his awareness little more than this ruined bed and the beautiful man underneath him. ]
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There's a certain poetic symmetry that he'd been the first to come when they'd started, and he's the last to do it now; it quakes out of him and spills over Tseng's hand more weakly than many of his others, leaving him moaning low and exhausted as euphoria rushes in to fill the places where his strength had once been. With his eyes closed and his body still but for the involuntary trembling he couldn't suppress if he tried, Rufus simply holds still and silent and floats in the sensation that envelops him, still curled in on himself and pinned tight beneath the drape of Tseng's body, panting and wet and a tempest of emotions he couldn't put a name to if he tried.
What he can do, he finds, is run his fingers in light, compact circles against Tseng's skin, feeling the tips dampen with what might be beads of the blood his nails had clawed out.]
Is that —
[His voice cracks; he realizes, belatedly, that it's because panting for air has made the back of his throat go dry, and he has to swallow hard to wet it before he can go on.]
— that's how I make you feel?
[He shudders all over, trapped between Tseng and the last bit of mattress that isn't hopelessly shredded, and sighs in exhausted contentment.]
We should do insane more often.
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and then rufus speaks, and tseng finds himself laughing weakly, an unexpected and rough sound that illuminates exactly how dry his own throat is as well. ]
It seems my— [ he pauses, swallows. they'll need water. there should be some, somewhere in the room—tseng swallows again and turns his brain off for a second. ] My demonstration was as effective as I'd hoped.
[ slowly, he pushes himself up enough that he can look down into rufus' face. he looks destroyed, every bit as wrecked as tseng himself feels—his face flushed and glistening with sweat, slick at his temples, his hair sticking to it in its wild dishevelment. he's beautiful. tseng leans down to press their mouths together in a slow kiss, this one less needy but no less full of desire. ]
I'm going to get water. [ they can't just keep drinking each other's blood. tseng pulls back, pulls out slowly, letting his cock slip from rufus' body with a sound of disappointment that he can't quite stifle. ] I'll be right back. Leave room for me.
[ he doesn't say it aloud, but it's there in his expression: tseng doesn't want to leave this bed any more than rufus wants him to leave it. but they do need to at least wet their throats, and having it at the bedside will make it easier for them to—what? curl up together and bask in the afterglow?
if that's what rufus wants then tseng will do it. it is, beyond the shadow of a doubt, exactly what tseng would like to do. ]
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He doesn't mean to let it bleed through their connection the way it does, but it does: the world's softest, tenderest reproach at the unthinkable suggestion of being separated from him for even an instant, much less leaving him there by his lonesome.
It's childish. He makes himself focus on the promise to return, rather than the tragedy of the departure, and rolls over onto his side in search of a stretch of pillow that isn't obliterated and the soft oblivion of the still-warm mattress underneath him.]
Hurry back.
[There's still cum inside him. Turned over, he can feel it start to drip, and it ought to leave him feeling a little filthy but there's an odd preternatural solace in it, too. Like having Tseng's bites in his skin, his blood in his mouth; he'll take all the echoes of his presence that he can get.]
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tseng can't help it. he smiles, leans down to press his lips briefly to rufus' shoulder, right at the outermost curve of it. ]
I will.
[ and he does. the bathroom juts off the bedroom only a few paces away, making it easy for tseng to retrieve a damp cloth and two cups of water; less than forty-five seconds and he's back, setting both glasses on the nightstand and climbing back into bed to rejoin rufus in bed. the mattress is still warm. tseng kicks the damp comforter down the bed and tugs the unspoiled topsheet up to cover them both to the hip, then slides an arm over rufus' waist, a reassuring presence. ]
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I do, [he says, quietly,] Need you.
[The powerful vampire king that had preened in the club would never admit to being anything less than strong, anything less than perfect. The new president of Shinra would never have, either, walking as he did in the shadow of the old.
Tseng deserves better than that. Deserves to know that he's special, he's different, that he's wanted right where he is and not a perfect three inches of space held separate.]
And even if I didn't I would still want you. You know that, don't you?
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across the bond between them tseng can feel that rufus means it. to admit to feelings when they're like this, unable to hide much of anything from each other, is an act of absolute vulnerability; tseng knows how much it means for rufus to offer so willingly. ]
I'm beginning to believe it.
[ if tseng were to tilt his head just a little bit forward, he would be able to press his lips to the uppermost knob of rufus' spine, right at the nape of his neck. along with all the other complicated emotion he's sending right back across their sympathetic link, perhaps rufus will also be able to sense how badly he wants to do exactly that. ]
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Behind closed eyes and slow breaths, for once, he lets his desires do the talking — a language not dissimilar to the way they can converse with gestures and microexpressions, only this time it takes no movement at all, from how some phantasmal part of each of them has kissed up against the other, has braided together and refuses to let go.
All of me, it croons, a faint and tantalizing echo of the words he'd spoken before. Only you can have all of me.]