bloodandbrass

It's confusing.

[ david frowns, feeling childish of all things all of a sudden. ]

I've got the unfortunate affliction of actually bein' attracted to you and your ugly mug, so I come out here. Simple as.

[ he hates this kind of honesty, the inherent vulnerability that comes with it, but he's not nearly as bad at communicating it as some people. but here, with evan? it's not just vulnerability, it's exposing a weakness. feels like the moment after stepping in a trap, watching trapper walk toward you. more frustrating for the fact that the few times he's offered this honesty out, evan never reciprocates, but david isn't even sure if he wants that this time. he doesn't think so. ]

[ he manages to keep his voice even, at least, a frown of concentration on his face as he looks past evan toward the wall behind him. ]

Clearly that's not the case for you, and you wouldn't put up with my shit if all you wanted was another hole to fuck, So I don't get it.

Edited (no more edits i promise) 2024-12-11 09:50 (UTC)

[ slow on the uptake as evan can be around anything resembling an emotion, he picks up on what might be behind david's questions. his hand pauses at david's throat, listening, considering.

he laughs - an actual laugh, short as it is - at david's admission of being attracted to him, because while it's not the first time he's heard that, it's been a hell of a while and he's not as ... well, almost-nearly-good-looking as he used to be. but, fine. people have opinions on that kind of thing. and now david wants to know what evan sees in him? why he doesn't just eject him when he's getting unruly or keeps letting him in despite everything?

the full answer is complex, and might make him think about who he is as a person. so he considers what to say, his thumb pressed lightly against the base of david's throat. ]

Ain't always about looks. [ how does he phrase all this without david hauling off and punching him out? ] Like I said. All of you got somethin' that keeps me from throwing you out on your ass. Couple of you don't get the time of day even if you ask nice.

[ although that's only a few who have. the really irritating ones. ]

You're a pain in the ass but that ain't always a bad thing.

[ imagine him admitting david's like him if he wasn't a consummate murderer and failure and wanting to get a trace of that back. ]

[ david tilts his head a little with the press of evan's thumb. that doesn't actually explain much, but truth be told david's fine with that right now. he was trying to explain himself more than he wanted any kind of explanation from evan, because sure, part of him would love that, but he's not sure evan could tell him anything that wouldn't just confuse or frustrate him more. ]

[ a lot of what evan holds back would, perhaps ironically, work strongly in his favour with david, but evan doesn't know that and david has no way to know what's not said, so he just has to try and fill in the gaps himself. or be satisfied with not knowing. it's just confusing, because in some ways he's sure evan accepts a lot more from him than he would from a lot of other people. would he clean and dress their wounds? let them sleep here-- let them sleep in his bed? ]

[ david snorts a small, amused noise. not always a bad thing. ]

Might be the nicest thing you've said to me.

[ it probably is, evan thinks. he's got few things to say about david, and up until recently - however that gets defined - they were always negative. but that's not new. that's every survivor. even if david made himself distinct with how much a problem he could be.

another thing evan doesn't do is follow up that comment with something about breaking in something wild, because the last time he said that to one of them it went about as badly as it could. that's another explanation, another reason he lets people in here, and even one he can grasp. but it's a bad one, and he grasps that, too. ]

Stop fucking around and you might get more.

[ a mild term for the things david does in trials, but evan doesn't elaborate. instead he shifts, spreads out his whole hand to wrap lightly - not like a threat - around david's throat, tilting his head back just a little further. ]

[ david frowns at the hand around his throat, but he knows he's never going to completely stop evan from doing it, so he allows it in this context. tilts his head back with the motion, still looking up at evan. ]

We both know that's never gonna happen.

[ his lips twitch up into a faint smirk, just a little one. brings up a hand to evan's chin, tugs at the edge of his mask with a finger to emphasise the point that it's still there. david lets evan get away with a lot of shit he'd never let anyone else do, but that's one rule he's sticking to. if evan wants to fuck, the mask comes off. ]

[ no, it won't. some animals would rather die than break.

again. not always a bad thing.

he leans his head back at the tug on his mask, but doesn't grab or say anything; he just pulls it off, carefully sets it aside, ignores the lurking feeling of being more exposed than if he was naked, and slides his hand around to the back of david's neck to get a grip in his hair.

it'll let him tug his head back, baring his throat instead of potentially choking him. not much better, except ... ]

Yeah. You couldn't stop to save anything.

[ except it lets him bite, even if this first one isn't that hard. ]

[ david's breath catches at the bits, it's been long enough that he'd kind of forgotten what this feels like, the way it sparks something in him. his hand slips easily to the back of evan's neck, lightly holding him there, mostly encouraging. ]

And let you have some peace?

[ the way he smirks just a little is audible in his voice, like what he's said is actually funny, other hand slipping in the side of evan's waders at the same time, resting more comfortably at his waist. ]

Be criminal of me, that would.

[ that gets him another, slightly harder, bite, which might not be the apparent punishment it's supposed to be given the way he knows david reacts to those.

evan digs his fingers harder into the back of david's head, gripping what he can of his hair, keeping his head pulled back. his other hand moves up, under david's shirt, pushing it up to get a better feel over the skin and scars that've been away for a while. no one's fault but his own, but he'll blame david for it anyway.

there's no response this time, because as far as evan's concerned any argument he'd make isn't going to be as convincing as what he can do. david can keep badmouthing if he wants - it might get him what he wants, after all - but evan's got something else to focus on now. distracting him from that, primarily. ]

[ it's true, it's not much of a punishment. david's not quite turned on enough that it circumvents the pain just yet, but he is turned on enough that it fires another few sparks up his spine, fingers digging in at the back of evan's neck and a low, pleased hum slipping out of him. ]

[ david has more to say, of course he does, but he only gets a couple of words out before he's cut off. evan's hand skims over a spot where his skin is angry and raw, healed only insofar as it's not an open, bleeding wound anymore, and david flinches and sucks in a breath through his teeth. ]

[ he's used to david being in pain, primarily caused by him, but not usually under these circumstances. it's enough of a surprise that evan pulls back and looks at what just happened.

minor injury. nothing to worry about, especially not here. he lifts his fingers from david's skin to pull his shirt up the rest of the way to see where any more wounds might be, because while some people might be into pain as pleasure he's pretty sure david isn't. ]

Get in a fight on your way here?

[ he did look pretty beaten up walking in, but that took second priority. ]

[ david almost complains when evan pulls back — he can handle a little pain, it's not a big deal, etc. — but he doesn't. nor does he reach for evan's hand to stop him even though part of him wants to. it's more frequent lately, sure, and maybe that should be concerning, but david's been dealing with this his whole time in the fog. if anything he's surprised no killer seems to have ever questioned it when he shows up to a trial already injured. ]

[ not... that he's ever had the chance to talk to any of them about it. ]

[ nothing is serious, but a lot of it is sore, fresh. angry. nothing bleeding as far as he can tell, but some of it would probably reopen without much prompting, trials with the hag always end up with him cut and gouged the fuck up. the thing that would give it all away as trial wounds is a nasty looking one on his chest from the hook, a couple corresponding ones on his back. significantly smaller than if they were fresh wounds, thank god, but bruised and raw all the same. ]

Rough trial, I told you.

[ he still has a hand at the back of evan's neck and tries to pull him back down. for a kiss or whatever, just something that feels like a better use of his time than trying to explain this shit, even if it means evan might have to be more careful than usual. ]

[ trials can be brutal beyond imagining, but they shouldn't do this. evan eyes the angry wound where the hook went through, where clawmarks aren't fully faded. trial injuries. they aren't supposed to last, really. even if they survive, they should heal better than this.

of course, david's always had a history of being more injured than the others. always dealing with that tradeoff where he goes down quicker but gets up quicker, too. that could be part of it.

but, as they've just discussed, david's not the only survivor out here, and evan's familiar with the idea of lingering injuries. they're more common on the survivors that have been here longer. those, and other things.

he's silent a long few moments, feeling the pull at his neck and not giving in yet. should he say something? will it change anything if he does?

maybe later. he drops his hand from david's chest and moves it to his pants instead, leaning back in to get at another bite, because there's no wounds on david's neck that he can see. survivors have their own problems. if david's trying to ignore it, then evan's not going to make him deal with it right here and now. ]

[ the silence along with evan's resistance makes david frown up at him, like he can see the gears turning in his head. assessment, conclusion, trying to decide if this is a matter worth pushing back on or not. for david, it's nothing unusual. if he bleeds, he bleeds. the way he sees it, it's just the price he has to pay for what he can do and how long he's been doing it. ]

[ it's a relief when he doesn't say anything about it, when he ducks his head again and david tilts his head once he realises where he's going as if to welcome him. ]

[ for maybe the thousandth time, david is annoyed by evan's refusal to dress like a normal person because it makes it so much harder to get at the parts of him that he's most interested in right now, but there's nothing he can do about that. the hand he has under evan's waders moves to press against his back, urging him closer as he shifts forward on the workbench at the same time, closer to the edge of it. ]

[ there's not much room to get closer, but he does. ignores david's wandering hand in favor of getting his pants open, pulling at them because it's borderline impossible to get them off or even down with one hand before his other hand drops from david's head to help with that.

he doesn't let up on david's neck, though, because david's letting him stay there without an argument. less biting, more a graze of teeth while he tries to get david's pants off. there might be injuries to deal with there, too, but probably not as obvious or as bad. most killers - most - tend to stay above the waist. bleeding's better. injuries are more obvious. and it keeps the chase going.

he's about 75-25 on that, but he's not the one in question here. ]

[ evan would be right in his assumption. david's jeans are a little stiff with dried blood and dirt, which might not be super helpful right now, but any injury worth paying attention to is above the waist. luckily for david, hag isn't really tall enough to easily get at his neck or face either. ]

[ he moves however he can to help evan get his pants off,
quick and eager to get them off and out of the way. his shirt, too, needs to go, he thinks. it's barely more than tatters at this point anyway, so it doesn't take much consideration before he takes his hands off evan to tear it enough that he can just shrug it off onto the workbench behind him. he should have a spare in his bag anyway, and if not, fuck it. it won't be the first time he's left here without a shirt. ]

[ david's stripped more quickly than usual, but evan's not about to make a comment. he'll take the help. and then he knows what's generally expected of him, but he ignores that for a few seconds, opting to get his hand on the back of david's head again, this time a little higher up so he can actually get his hair in a grip. that way he can pull his head back more, get to the parts of the throat he hasn't reached yet.

his other hand finds david's cock and wraps around it. not quite a stroke but a pretty firm grip anyway. it's more about keeping him still right now, because he's sure there's about to be an objection to the fact that evan himself is still dressed. ]

[ david grunts in complaint at the way evan tugs his head back, even if he accepts it as an exchange for the mouth at his throat. he'd rather not be manhandled so much, most of the time anyway, but he knows evan well enough by now. he's probably more restrained that way with david than he is with other people, which is a small victory — that he's gotten him to adjust his approach this much — but he'll take it. even the little wins are few and far between out here. ]

[ the hand on him is... confusing. not that david ever really needs the help, he's easy at the best of times, but it's not doing much of anything. ]

[ it's not exactly easy for david to be patient right now; this wasn't on his mind when he came out here, but now there's a sense of urgency buzzing around in the back of his mind, one he's trying to hold back so evan doesn't get smug about it. it's just been a while, he's allowed to be eager. ]

C'mon...

[ he has to cut himself off from calling him chuck seeing as he's not interested in being kicked out right now, but david punctuates by hooking his fingers in the sides of evan's waders to give them a tug. if he was naked, david could at least do something, get hands on him somehow. something other than sitting here and just taking whatever evan chooses to give him. ]

[ he almost, almost tries to make david beg. almost tells him to do it. the words are just about on his tongue when those fragments of self-control weigh in and stop him, because they know, if nothing else, that david will kick him right in the dick and storm out if he tries that.

it's hard enough to do with even the other survivors, who don't have david's determination to be the biggest pain in his ass possible, or at least the dedication to actually do it. still. the idea lingers.

instead he strokes him, lets go of his hair to reach up and undo the buckles on his waders. first the one attached to the hook, then the one over his shoulder. always that order to avoid the pain of the metal dragging through his muscles and bones. ]

[ he hears the clinks and scrapes of metal that tell him evan's undoing his waders, and david moves his hands to help. gravity will do most of the work, he knows, but david makes sure to reach down enough to shove them off evan's hips so they'll go the rest of the way. ]

[ he'd never verbally admit he missed this, any of this, but it's probably obvious regardless. the way his hands immediately find evan's stomach and push up along his body, fingers spreading out over his ribs, feeling out the rough skin and scars and whatever else. up to his chest where david always thinks he can feel that heat of his hotter than any other part of him. no idea if that's actually the case, but david believes it regardless. ]

[ surprises himself a little, not immediately hoing for evan's cock, but it helps that he knows evan's like him — he never really needs much help there. it's probably more for david's own satisfaction most of the time than it is ever for evan. ]

[ touch doesn't get through to him as much as other people, thanks to years of minework and injuries and being here, but he does still feel it. the pressure, the sparks of pleasure when it's not the obvious injuries david's feeling out, the sensation of something almost like cold against his perpetual heat.

he makes a small noise against david's touch but keeps himself otherwise focused on leaving bruises along david's neck and shoulder, keeping his hand moving, letting the other one roam. it doesn't occur to him for a little while that there's something else he needs if this is going to go anywhere, but it's on another workbench and he doesn't really want to separate them just yet.

it's fine. there's time. david's just about wrapped around him anyway. hasn't gone for his dick yet, so he's not that eager to get started. slow burn. it doesn't occur to evan that maybe just this might be a draw for david - not just as a survivor, but at all. ]

[ just about wrapped around him is probably the best way to put it, one of his hands moving up to evan's neck, the other around to his back, pulling him in as if there's much closer he can get. he keeps his head tilted for evan, starting to let out quiet, breathy noises. ]

[ that's what starts to tip him over, back to that sense of urgency, the hand on evan's back coming back, dragging over his hip around to find his cock. he also isn't thinking about what they need to progress, just that he wants to, far more focused on right now. takes evan and strokes him in a firm grip. ]

[ the suddenness of it makes him hiss - and groan, too, because this is what they're here for, isn't it? he lets david have free rein over that for now, given that he doesn't want to take his own hands off david to try and corral him.

it doesn't take long before he's hard, since he was halfway there by the time david got a hand on him anyway. that's about when he finally has to try and pull himself back, get a grip on this. his mouth pulls back from david's neck but doesn't go very far, staying close enough that david can hear him even though he's speaking rough and quiet. ]

Gotta let go unless you wanna do this dry.

[ it could be feasible, but he's not really interested in risking finding out right now. ]

[ instinctively david turns his head when evan starts to pull back, seeking out his face because, now david thinks about it, he hasn't had a single kiss yet? he knows evan's not a big kisser, but david is, so honestly it's pretty rude of him. he's busy with that line of thought until evan speaks, and then he pauses, considering it for all of a fraction of a moment. ]

[ he snorts, dismissing the idea, and reluctantly moves his hands so he's not holding on to evan anymore. one resting at his hip, the other coming back to his chest. evan might be willing to give it a go some time, but it's not his ass, and david already has such a hard time adjusting sometimes that he's pretty sure he'd honestly prefer it if evan grabbed his cleaver and started attacking him than trying to take him dry. ]

Yeah, rather not.

[ he does give evan's chest a shameless little squeeze while his hand's there though. ]

[ even let go, there's the issue of having his waders around his ankles. fortunately, the other workbench isn't far; he only has to take a step and reach a little to get to the right drawer, with the right stuff in it instead of a spur-of-the-moment grab. it is slightly awkward, though. that kind of irritates him.

the grip before he reaches makes him raise an eyebrow at david, not exactly angry but more questioning. not that he expects an answer. david's big on touching - which, in fairness, evan is too under circumstances like these. it just doesn't usually get returned that aggressively.

once he's got it he's back like they never separated. he can uncap the stuff one-handed by this time, letting his other hand make its way up david's thigh to his hip, his stomach, over the muscles and bones again. avoiding the injuries, though, since he can see them this time. angry but not bloody. just ... there, even though they shouldn't be. ]

[ david doesn't even note the awkward movements, who hasn't had an awkward couple moments trying to grab stuff in the heat of things? besides which, david's fairly occupied with his hands still on evan, a quietly satisfied noise slipping out when he gives evan's chest another squeeze, as if assessing something and finding the answer pleasing. ]

[ he takes the opportunity too, while evan's momentarily busy, to lean in and dip his head to return the favour. grazes his teeth along the line of evan's jaw and down the side of his neck until he bites the curve just where it meets his shoulder. kisses the skin to soothe it a little between bites, intent to leave at least one that'll last longer than maybe an hour if he's lucky. ]

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