bloodandbrass

[ evan finally takes that drink, and considers his options. the grudge against him is clearly faded, although he's not going to assume it's gone completely. he intended to wave him off before, because he assumed that wasn't the reason david came down here and the offer was just going to be out of habit or something like that, but after the surprise and now the straightforward idea ... hm.

it takes him a little longer than usual to respond. ]

Alright.

[ he doesn't finish off the drink, recorks it for later and pushes it back in with other bottles on the workbench (mostly tar, just to hide it, because david's not the only one who comes down here) before pulling the mask off as he heads for the door.

the coil of rope from their last clash is still by the door, innocuous as it was the first time. evan ignores it. obviously he ignores it. even a joke would make david try to break his skull, he's pretty sure. ]

[ david is, for a moment, visibly surprised. the offer was made out of genuine interest, but that doesn't mean he expected evan to take him up on it. nor did he expect him to just take off his mask without david insisting first. that's something to think about another time though. or never, more realistically. ]

[ it was surprisingly easy to put his grudge down after their conversation last time he was here. understanding it's a communication issue more than it's evan just being a selfish asshole doesn't completely push aside the frustration and anger, but it means david knows he has to just be clearer and more straightforward if he has a problem instead of expecting evan to just understand why he's pissed. ]

[ evan also hasn't been much of an asshole lately, which is odd to think about. that he seems to making some kind of an effort? david doesn't know what to do with that. ]

[ he pulls his shirt off and holds it with his jacket so he can dump them on the floor by the bed and turns on the spot to reach for evan and pull him over. ]

[ the bedroom, such as it is, is dark. it was dark last time and he hasn't bothered fixing the light. not when there's enough coming in from the workshop beyond. then again, they don't really need to see, and his dark vision is good enough. and he doubts david cares either way.

without any fresh conflicts to get them fighting, he lets david pull him in. he wouldn't have let that happen, ages ago; david's about the only one who's got the audacity to do it now. it's a little loosening of the control he lives and breathes, but only just a little, because he doesn't give up control easily. or ever. david's one of the rare few to challenge it outright.

with david already shirtless it's easy to get hands on him again. feeling out the muscles and scars, the bones and reminders of who this is. he does remember them, in fact. for everyone who comes down here. it's not something he could recall on a whim but with a touch - if it was completely pitch black, he'd still know this was david. not just from the tension and the burning anger he can feel under his skin but from everything, completely.

maybe it's not a good thing. but it's easy to ignore.

while one hand finds david's bare skin again, the other's at his throat almost immediately, trying to take back that inch of control he's given over by forcing david's head up and tilting it back. every wound and bruise he might have left is long since gone, like it's never been there. there's upsides and downsides to that, but right now, that just means there's space to mark again. ]

[ it's funny, or it would be if david could think about it that way, that the same is very much true for him. evan's the only person who's ever challenged him like this, pushed against his control in a way that wasn't just for show. a constant source of frustration that pings at the back of his skull when things are done with and he's making the journey back; how much ground he feels like he's given up, how he feels like he's constantly fighting and losing to claw some of that back. ]

[ it's the reason the hand around his throat always sets off something combative in him. well-- part of the reason, but he doesn't acknowledge the rest of it. it's enough anyway that when he tilts his head up it's with a glare and a curled lip, but not a fight. he reaches to curl a fist in the front of evan's waders and pull him closer again, slides a hand over his hip, under the worn leather to flatten a palm against his side, push it up around to his back to feel him out the same way in return. the way he always likes to. ]

[ it wouldn't occur to evan that someone might want to get their hands on him in turn. as in actually touch him, the obvious aside. it's why david's interest in it catches him off-guard occasionally. like now, when instead of just grabbing and holding on his hand is under the waders, even while they're still on.

there's just one hint of the surprise - one eyebrow, slightly raised, maybe not even visible in the semidarkness of the room - before he leans back in for a kiss that bites more than it doesn't. the hand doesn't leave david's throat and the other one's still moving, finding what he can remember until his fingers get to the front of david's pants, where he can undo the belt, the fly, get this going quicker. it's been a while, and he's impatient, and also a selfish asshole.

he's also not going to interrupt if david opts to try and undo the fastenings on the waders, provided he's cautious about it. it's just painful enough that he's got some patience for it, but not a lot. ]

[ the impatient aggression is comfortable and familiar, easy for david to respond to in kind. he growls into the kiss, bites back just as much, fingers flexing where they're splayed out on evan's back before david decides he needs those stupid waders off. ]

[ he's watched evan take them off enough times that in his head, he knows how to get them unhooked from evan's body, but david knows that doesn't necessarily translate. still, he doubts he can cause enough problems to halt all this. ]

[ david pushes his hand up evan's side, blunt nails dragging along his body until he finds his shoulder. pauses, just for a moment to consider what he's doing, and then goes for it. moving quick as he can without agitating the pieces protruding from evan's shoulder too much. ]

[ the pull is painful enough that he grimaces against the bites. just painful enough to be a distraction, but not enough to end this, or even pause it. david works quickly enough, and soon the clasp is unhooked, leaving just the other one on his actual shoulder, which doesn't hurt as much. it's also easier to get undone.

for his part, evan undoes david's belt and fly and shoves them down, more interested in getting a hand on david's ass and giving that a hard squeeze. a part of him remembers that's the kind of thing that goes welcomed. the grip on his throat doesn't lighten up, but he doesn't tighten that in turn. the bites, the hard nature of it all, is more than enough. for the moment. ]

[ david makes a noise somewhere between an amused huff and a pleased hum at the hand on his ass, always happy for the attention. he tenses his muscles in evan's grip in response, hand moving quickly to unbuckle the other side of evan's waders and get his hands back on him. ]

[ he drags his hands down evan's sides, nails scraping harshly over rough skin to find his hips and start pulling him toward the bed. ]

[ the waders drop, but as david tugs him he holds still. not for long - just long enough to get the boots off, get the waders off completely, because he's not interested in getting tangled up and smashing face-first into something like an idiot. david might think it's hilarious. no, he will. and that'll end this faster than anything else could.

whether david wants to do the same or not is up to him, because as soon as he's stripped evan's pushing david back, getting him toward the bed. onto it so he can get on top of him without ever once letting go of his throat, although his other hand has to move to make sure they get to the bed without a problem.

there's a few moments where they separate, just because it's that or drop, and he takes the opportunity to graze his teeth along david's jaw, up to his ear, only avoiding the throat for now because his hand is still there. the other hand, once they're settled at least to start, roams like it was before. it's a little more tricky to get it back on david's ass with him on the bed, but it's not impossible. ]

[ david kicks his jeans and boots off on the way to the bed, stills briefly when he's on it and evan's getting on after him because he still hates that feeling of being dwarfed and boxed in like this. lifts his hand to evan's wrist to try and pull it away, there's only so many sources of evan trying to assert control that he can handle at once. ]

[ still, he tilts his head at the graze of evan's teeth against his jaw to try and make a little more space for him. it's not easy with the hand on his throat, but he does what he can. his free hand he puts back on evan's hip, decides it's his turn as he pushes it around to grab his ass and give it a good squeeze. ]

[ at the same time he tries to move his legs to make a little more space for evan, stretches out a little on the spot to encourage his roaming hand the same way he cranes his neck to encourage his teeth. ]

[ it's not long before the hand leaves david's neck, because he needs access to his throat. but he feels the grab, however brief it is. a part of him tries to recognize everything david said before and bring it to the forefront of evan's brain, but it's only there for a few seconds. he's got one focus right now.

one briefly interrupted focus, the hand on his ass getting his attention again, but with his hand off david's throat he can focus on that. the biting isn't new but david responds to it every time, and that gets his own blood burning. plus, with both hands free, he can get more touch. more contact. what both of them want, evidently.

once again, it should probably be a problem for him how easy it is to fall into this without even a moment of hesitation or at least a demand, david on his knees or fighting at least for some kind of control. but it's always easy to ignore those things during, and just as easy to ignore them after, when he has to go to a trial and kill the ones who make his life a living hell on a more regular basis than david does these days.

the newly-freed hand, after a little while of remembering where the scars and tattoos are, moves to find the jar he left there from the last time. he won't have to fight to keep it in hand and david down this time. makes it a lot easier. ]

[ david lets his hand drift from evan's wrist when he moves his hand, feeling out what he can of evan's chest — he doesn't avoid the permanently open wounds, but is careful around them, gently traces the length of the longest one with his thumb like he's curious about it. moves his hand up and around to the back of evan's neck when he feels the bite of teeth against his throat. ]

[ there's part of him that feels like he shouldn't want this like he does, like when he made that break it was the right decision, one he should've stuck to, but there's something about this that has such a magnetic allure. david couldn't say what, exactly. if it's the heat that radiates off evan, or the way he always smells just a bit like blood and smoke. maybe it's the way he always feels him out in a way that's different to what he's used to, where people just see his muscles and want to get their hands on them-- not that that's something david has complaints about, this is just... it's different. like the way too that evan has honed in on things that just work for him and it kind of drives david insane because it's not like nobody's ever been rough with him or bitten him before, so he has no fucking idea what it is about this that makes such a difference. ]

[ maybe he's just overthinking it. should just let himself enjoy this, what ever this is now. breathes out a sigh through his nose and takes a deep breath when he realises where evan's hand is going. ]

[ he could bypass it. they've done this before without anything particular; the bare minimum is enough. it'd make things go quicker without the pause of getting it out and set, getting them both at least a little more ready; there wouldn't be any serious interruption. it wouldn't be so jarring. in the past, that's all he's done.

but he also knows it does them both a lot of favors. injury might not be so much of a concern but pain is. minimizing that isn't something he's good at. it's a small way to ensure people keep coming back, even if he doesn't rationalize it that far.

he has managed a way to minimize the interruption, at least. one hand finds the jar and gets it open while the other never leaves david and his mouth doesn't stop. leaving bruises on the throat, the edge of the jaw, down to the collarbones while david's own hands find and avoid the injuries and keep moving. some of it evan can't feel, but some of it he can. it's enough. it's more than enough.

as usual, he doesn't wait long before he's got his other hand at david's ass, pressing in steadily but without too much speed. enough to be uncomfortable but that's about all. patience might be one of his lowest-priority virtues, but he does have some of it left. ]

[ david vastly prefers having something other than spit to ease the way, he's learned that much. just like he's learned that where he thought it was inexperience that made him bad at these initial parts, it's not. it just seems to be the way he is, that he has to consciously take a deep breath, focus on relaxing enough. maybe it feels too much like giving up a real measure of control or something? he doesn't know, he hasn't thought about it particularly deeply, nor is he ever likely to. ]

[ the mouth on his neck is a help though, something else to focus on. david moans softly when evan finds a spot that hits particularly sharply, lights up his senses for a second. fingers digging in and relaxing where he's holding on to evan. ]

[ it's not like hunting, really. finding places of weakness is about the closest part, but even then, there's barely a connection. it's probably for the best that evan doesn't have a link between sex and killing like that. he knows that other people here do. knows that he could.

for now, the lust for blood and the lust for flesh stay separated more often than they don't. it means he doesn't focus on biting hard to enough to draw blood, because leaving the bruises gets more of a reaction. keeps david's attention divided, although he feels that tension, the way fingers scrape against a part of his back that isn't as roughened as the rest of him.

if he was less self-centered he might take the time to focus on that spot, but as it is, he only gives it another second of attention before his fingers keep moving. he's already rock-hard and ready to get this started so it's not too much longer before his hand is moving away and he's shifting, moving them both. getting himself between david's legs fully, hand fixed on his thigh as he - at least a little slowly - bites one last time before pulling back. ]

[ david does what he can to help move things along; shifting to move as evan moves them, moves his legs a little to accommodate evan between them. arches a little under him at that last bite. ]

[ he turns his head just a little while evan gets situated, looking toward the door, the way it's open just enough to let some light in from the workshop. it's not something that really bothered him last time, though to be fair he was a little busy being absolutely fucking furious, but this time there's a familiar spark of paranoia. david's felt it before down here, but that was easier to brush off, before he'd more or less been told they had an audience every once in a while. ]

[ for the moment, before the sharp sensation of evan pushing into him distracts him again, it's hard for david not to focus on it. not to narrow his eyes at the light spilling across the floor for any hint of a shadow, looking for something that shouldn't be there. doesn't really calm him any when he doesn't see anything. it bothers him enough already that evan gets to see him like this, but that's a necessary evil. spectators are about the last thing david wants or needs. ]

[ evan doesn't consider being watched because, mostly, he doesn't care. but he also knows relatively few people are dumb enough to come down to the workshop while he's in it, and those people usually can't avoid the traps lining the tunnel on the way in. ghost face is about the only one liable to do it, but evan's not much worried about him, either, because he always keeps some distance after a fatal fight. licking his wounds. plotting some kind of stupid revenge.

he notices david's shifted attention, but doesn't mention it. he won't have the focus to worry about someone else for long, because evan's impatience means he's pushing into david quickly, probably sooner than he should.

impatient or not, he does give david that time to adjust. it's partly for david's sake, and partly for his own - to settle in, to know what he's got. to let the sensation get into his nerves and set his instincts on fire. he breathes out - more of a breath than a groan, but it is a noise.

he'd ask a stupid question to irritate and embarrass david, but now's not the time. and david's not the right person anymore. not now that they've established ... something. instead he waits, takes those few moments for both of them, and then leans back in to graze his teeth along david's skin again as he starts to move. ]

[ his focus is shifted back to evan immediately, a curse slipping out under a hissed breath as he adjusts to the feeling of evan inside him. not to say it's not on his mind anymore, but something about this is always all-consuming. impossible to shift his attention to anything else except for short, fleeting moments. ]

[ it hurts a little to start with, always does — honestly david's not sure evan has the patience to sit there and really work someone to make sure things start off as painless as possible, not when he knows they'll get into it soon enough, but if that was a problem for david he would've made a point of it long before now. ]

[ his grip at the back of evan's neck tightens when he starts to move, eyes falling shut as he focuses in on the sensation, where the slight sting and burn starts to give way for something better. ]

[ it's always easy to just let this control him. it's the same, every time, even if the details are different or if david's grabbing onto him for more or trying to rip his face off for his audacity. there's nothing to distract him. either of them. just the heat and hunger and pleasure.

too easy, sometimes, which should worry him. but it doesn't. what consequences are there, here? evan keeps his grip on david's thigh to push his leg up more, knee toward his chest as he bites and leaves bruises and lets his other hand drag short, ragged nails down the places on david's skin that get a reaction.

probably this was what david intended last time. he's not complaining now. not fighting, aside from those few brief moments of tension when evan's hand was on his throat. that sort of giving in is like an extra log to the fire. knowing that, despite everything, david's here, under him, even if it rankles his pride.

that's something evan's not likely to bring up. aside from not really recognizing it himself, david would probably back off for good on that. what he said finally did take hold in evan's skull.

he keeps the pace up, steadier than usual, not increasing too fast even as his control starts to slip. no point in rushing after david nearly walked away for good. ]

[ david hitches his other thigh at evan's hip, wraps his leg around him to give himself a little leverage to move with him. pushes his hand up evan's back, nails dragging over rough and broken skin the same way evan drags his nails over his body that makes david gasp softly and arch into his touch. ]

[ there's nothing here to fight about, makes it easier for david to sink into it. arches under evan and digs his fingers in against him for that extra grip, barely thinking about any of the other things hiding at the periphery. just this. ]

[ the burns don't hurt, even if the metal does where david finds it digging into his skin. it's tiny, brief distractions, enough to put an edge on the pleasure. not a bad one, though. one that reminds him how bad things can be and how bad they aren't right now.

he shifts his attention, the bites moving up to david's jaw again, breath hot against his skin. part of him wants to get both of david's wrists and pin them, but he fights the urge. don't make it a shitshow. so far his hands are still on evan, not on himself. but it's hard to break old habits.

despite the urges, evan goes for harder thrusts, not faster. keeping a mental grip on his own self-control to avoid doing what he wants just to get off. he might grumble to himself about it later, but in times like this, with people like this, there is an explanation for it. just not one he'd actually give to anybody. ]

[ if he had the mental capacity for it, david would be surprised at the fact evan hasn't sped up, but the harder thrusts make him shudder out breathy curses, practically clawing at evan by now. he might be quieter than usual, (for no particular reason at all,) but david is clearly no less responsive. ]

[ he turns his head instinctively when he feels the graze of teeth against his jaw, trying to pull evan into a kiss. messy and desperate and aggressive, all the best signs of how badly david needs and wants this right now. ]

[ harder is good-- perfect. it hurts a little, just at the edge of his senses, but even that strikes him as a good thing. bright, intense, but more than that some part of his mind decides it should hurt, breathes out a request for more into the space between them. ]

[ he lets david pull him into the kiss, even if it's just as much as a bite as what he was doing before. and in the moment before it happens he hears that breathless request, more of a demand to his ears, and he's honestly not sure how much more he can do with what they have but hell, he'll try.

evan adjusts himself a little more. pushes david leg up even more, so now it's nearly pressed to his chest while the other's hooked at his waist. it's probably painful, but it gives him the leverage to do what's been asked. harder, if not faster, although even that's starting to pick up too now. partly because his control is slipping, partly because he wants it, and partly because being asked for more suggests that, too, or at least that's how he'll rationalize it.

if he can get the right angle, he knows he can undo david quick. he's already losing himself. not much more should do the trick, especially given the time between their last encounter. of course, he's also feeling the prickling down the back of his scalp and spine, the desperation of his own creeping up. but like hell he's not going to outlast david. ]

[ david winces at the way evan practically bends him in half, hisses sharply into the kiss. he can already feel the ache building in his hip, but there's no complaints. just more of his fingers clawing at evan's back, grabbing at the back of his neck, even his head. david letting out quiet, desperate moans against evan's lips. ]

[ it doesn't take much more; honestly david's felt closer to the edge than he'd like to admit since they started, and the way evan picks up practically ruins him immediately. he shifts his hips what little he can to try and keep that angle good, practically chasing that orgasm once he feels the heat of it building. as much as he has control over that anyway. ]

[ he has to pull back from the kiss just to be able to breathe when it does hit, head falling back with closed eyes, and the noise he makes is almost like it hurts just to come, which maybe isn't out of place considering he didn't expect it to hit that hard when they came in here. a bit foolish, maybe, considering how long it's been. but that's beyond david to consider, trembling and breathless as he holds on to evan like his life depends on it, waiting for him to finish. and hoping it's before this crests over into oversensitivity. ]

[ evan would be more concerned about the sound david made if he wasn't completely distracted himself, and if there hadn't been nothing but hunger leading up to it. pain is part of this, after all. or at least that's his experience. small pains, for the most part, at least when it's good. that's what makes it better.

he's not too far behind david. the tension and tightness and grip pushes him faster, makes him forget this is a mutual thing and leans even harder against david as the control over his speed slips. hard and fast because he's chasing the same thing david was, and it's not much longer before he stops, fully in david, letting out a slow hiss rather than a groan or a moan although there's something vocal behind that noise. his grip, as ever, is tight enough to bruise.

it loosens as he gets control of himself again, and he leans back so david's not totally bent in half, but he doesn't pull out right away, or let go completely. he needs a few seconds to get a grip. and he doubts david's about to complain as long as he's not required to get up right fucking now and get out.

which he's not going to. he came down here to sleep. evan can feel a tinge of exhaustion in himself, but there's no urge to satisfy it following behind. ]

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