❛ i'm sure you'd like that, now wouldn't you. but ah, ah ... no need to be so antsy ... i'll make you feel good, don't you worry. ❜ voice becomes smooth as silk, leaning down and closer to marc's body on the bed. fingers curl around the shaft of his cock and starts to stroke him slowly, achingly so. he wants to hear him beg for it.

keys clink as they land on the bedside table, so close yet out of reach and marc wants to curse him out for it but lips remain firmly closed. instead his attention shifts to the male that holds complete control, breath hitching as fingers wrap around him to stroke. it draws a groan from the mercenary, hips juttering and twitching up into the hand that gives him relief and friction and pleasure. the slowness of it doesn't bother him at first, just desperate for any touch, but it soon becomes excruciatingly slow. it's not enough. ❝ stop fuckin' around 'n' just get on with it. ❞

she didn't exactly expect for him to be honest if he wasn't good. she was glad that he was, at least according to him. alice followed close behind him, hand on her weapon in case they got into more trouble on the way out. her eyes were trained on him as he gave her instructions to get back to where the other agents and the few civilians they'd had to help get out. eyebrows raised as he phrased the instruction in a more singular way, and it caused her to question marc's plan. "you coming with or are you gonna ditch me to play hero?"

as he heard the question, he paused to glance back at her. he'd hoped she wouldn't pick up on that but he's not about to change his plan now. not for her. ❝ gotta make sure they don't come after us. don't worry 'bout me, just worry 'bout yourself, 'kay? you get out 'n' you make sure the others are safe. get 'em out to safety if you can. they won't be safe there for long. ❞

once she's stable on her feet again, she brushes off some of the dirt on her clothes and breathes in deeply. ❛ we've still got distance to make, it shouldn't take more than a few hours but if you want we can make camp somewhere. ❜

of course she'd react with mild indignation at being saved but he brushes it off. he'd stepped in to help, whether she likes it or not, and he can't go back and change that. ❝ we should keep going but ... guess an hour to sit down might be nice. we still got food left over? ❞ he was admittedly a little hungry but he'd be fine if they ran out.

thinking back on the man's comment, part of him wonders if it was simply jake ( usually ) meaningless flirting or there was something else there. ❛ so what makes me look so good covered in blood ... do you like the sight of blood or is it just me. ❜ there's a slight teasing tone in his voice as he mentions himself, though he isn't sure. it could be that but he's never been able to get a proper grasp on jake ... on what was going through his mind, even if he could hear his heartbeat and how it gives way to expose him a little. in many ways, jake was a mystery to him and yet, he enjoyed his company ... despite knowing just how much damage he could do. how unpredictable he could be.

hands pause their tugging of the suit to lean in and kiss him greedily, biting down on the split lip and causing more blood to mingle on their tongues. was that enough of an answer for him? it was him. and both. with a quiet growl, he breaks the kiss, though he doesn't move back. ❝ both. ❞

wait, wasn't the saying no nut november ? he's never heard of no noise november before. an extremely muffled ❛ fuck you ❜ comes from behind the gag and his hand.

❝ tell you what, let's make a deal. you keep your mouth shut for the next ... three hours, 'n' maybe i'll give you an actual reward. one you'll like, this time. nod if you think you can manage that. 'cause if not, i'll find some duct tape 'n' tape your mouth shut 'round my glove. understood? ❞ thankfully it's not like they had anywhere to be today, so he can afford to make that threat and go through with it.

alice rested her head on the glass of her van window, waiting for a reply before she decided how she was going to spend the rest of her evening.

[ text : a. haley ] : any allergies btw?

sinking down into the chair at the opposite side of the table, john joined him in eating, taking a bite of the food he'd made for himself. ❛❛ you know anyone to ask that i haven't already called, you let me know, dean, ❜❜ john added with a small sigh, after chewing his first bite. he'd already called pretty much every hunter he knew, that could possibly have come across this thing. so far, no one had anything to add that they didn't already know. ❛❛ in the meanwhile, just stick to the books and news, okay? ❜❜

if only sam was still around. he'd have figured it out by now, probably. but he can't ring him up. not while he's actually trying to make a life for himself outside of hunting and away from them. ❝ there's only a few books left. if it's not in those, then we're kinda dead in the water. ❞ only option left would be to go to a library and hope it's in some old dusty book forgotten in the back somewhere.

He ambles unhurriedly back out to the decrepit car, and there's a rough 'oi' from his lips. Sliske prowls out of the cover of dark and he sounds worse than before — and quite off. Like he's holding himself back, quaking like an out-of-breath junkie. Even his outstretched hand shakes. "All done. All through." Looming over Ghost, Sliske's voice is hoarse and raw even in the dark. "— Won't 'ave to carry you, will I? Doesn't matter if I gotta. Hold onto that flask for a bit but c'mon 'fore I throw up." His veil is damp from a gross mix of humidity and sanguine, also askew but still does its purpose well enough. One day he'd let Riley ask.

despite the distraction, part of him wonders what phantom meant by that ... ' but c'mon 'fore i throw up ' ... had he taken something before going in there? 'cause he can't image the guy having a weak stomach. ❝ you good? ❞ he questions after ten minutes of silence, the question nagging at the back of his mind. he wants to make sure phantom isn't also going to be a problem. bad enough he's got a fucked up leg. he doesn't need phantom passing out on him or some shit.

stopping behind him, karl grab onto ethan's shoulders and leans in, hot puffs of breath dancing across his ear and cheek. ❛ you hurt me though, always so assuming. maybe i just want to talk ... nothing more ... nothing less. or, maybe i want something else. ❜ he did enjoy toying with ethan, enjoyed seeing how he reacted to things, always so explosive that it made it all the more appealing. lips brush right against his ear before nipping hard enough to break skin and cause bleeding, which he wasted no time in licking up like a starving man. ❛ how about you be a good boy and give me what i want, huh ? ❜

a hiss was sucked in as teeth nipped at his neck, however licking up the blood was the last straw to his patience, pulling away and rubbing at the sore area, covering it from his hungry eyes. ❝ if you want my blood again, you're not having it. find it somewhere else. some dead deer or somethin'. ❞ why he was so insistent on biting him and licking at his blood he didn't know. surely with the mold infecting his body, he'd taste foul to karl, but it seemed not. it was almost like it made him taste better to him, which he couldn't understand.

alice didn't expect that cassian would be the type to do something like that, but she was relieved when it was confirmed. she could appreciate someone who was consistent. as the box was placed in her hand, her fingers closed around it. she felt the velvet exterior as she opened her eyes. she looked down and slowly flipped open the lid. as she saw the pendent, her lips formed a quiet 'oh.' she hadn't told cassian about her abilities, and for a moment she wondered if he knew anyway, but she was sure she'd been careful. it must just be a coincidence, but she felt recognized in a way she hadn't expected. she hoped she hadn't seemed too surprised as she looked back up, smiling. "thank you, cassian. will you put it on me?"

to know he'd been right in his observation pleased him immensely, glad that alice liked her gift. it brought a smile to lips, giving a nod and taking the box from her to remove the necklace. ❝ of course. ❞ undoing the clasp, shifted a little closer and placed the necklace on her, fastening it in place and adjusting it to sit nicely against her chest. it's only then that he shifts away a little, to see it on her better. it looked nice on her. ❝ i'm glad you like it. i wasn't entirely sure if you would but you do seem to enjoy winter and the snow. ❞ so he'd made a guess.

❛ i doubt this is what you're here to speak with me about, lord langston. there's no need to dance around whatever subject you'd like to discuss. ❜ xior himself was a busy man and soon enough would need to tend to something, so while he respected the man, he had no time to waste.

❝ but no, that is not what i'm here for. ❞ however, he was here for his skill and deadliness with the blade. ❝ i'm here for your services, if you are willing to lend it to me. ❞ of course, he had his own men and skilled as they were, he needed someone that exceeded even them and if this show of efficiency with the blade told him anything, it was that he had come to the right person.

❛ i still can't believe my douche of a dad is the reason i'm working here, making three bucks an hour at some shitty ice cream shop is really the highlight of my life. ❜ rolling his eyes, if only he paid more attention in school and actually put in the effort, maybe he would've been accepted into the one school he applied for and wouldn't be forced to be humiliated everyday. pushing himself up and off the counter, he rolls his shoulders with a little groan, he felt all up tight and his body was worse for ware. way to go, harrington. ❛ anyways, you want something or did you come here to make my day slightly less insufferable. ❜

he blinks out of his thoughts, brain catching up with what steve had just said. it was a punishment from his dad? ❝ wait, your dad made you do this job? yikes. i'm so sorry. ❞ that was even worse. at the question of if he anything, he glances at the choices, thinking it through. ❝ uh ... yeah, i'll have an ice cream. why not. um ... i'll taaaake ... the chocolate pudding, please. ❞ he decides after a moment of deliberation. of course, he came here for more than ice cream but why not grab one while he was here? ❝ i got a thing at the local newspaper and i could do with a treat honestly after that hellhole. ❞

❛ what makes you so sure i hurt myself to spend time with you ? ❜ it was by pure coincidence that she brushed up against something hard enough to cause the wound, movements in a rush and not fully paying attention. letting out a chuckle, she brushes hair behind her ear and looks at him for a moment, eyes wandering as she took in his features. she's always liked peter, found him to be ... cute but also charming, maybe it was because he wasn't like every other teenage boy who thought they were all it. that tried to get into every girls metaphorical pants to have another notch on their belt. ❛ nurse peter was very kind to help me, i'll have to call on him again if something happens. ❜ teasing back, she gently nudges him with her elbow in his side, even scooting a bit closer to him. ❛ genuinely, thank you. i really appreciate your help, peter. ❜

❝ are you admitting that you are just that clumsy? the only one allowed to be that clumsy around here is me. ❞ part of him wondered what she'd be doing to have gotten a cut like that but that wasn't really any of his business, not unless nancy wanted to tell him. the tease back made him chuckle, giving a nod. ❝ course. what are nurses for? nurse peter will always be here to help you with whatever scrapes you get. though i do recommend being more careful in the future. i might run out of band aids at this rate. ❞

"So... if you ask me to be your boyfriend, I may just say yes." He says with a grin. "Maybe." Hey, he sobered up a little before, but that didn't mean he didn't spend most of the night drinking way too much beer. And all he wants now? Are kisses and cuddles.

❝ ... will you be my boyfriend then? ❞ he asked tentatively, still unsure but he'd already taken the first leap. the rest didn't seem so scary, not now that matt was here in his arms, kissing him like this. going home now sounded so good, to get out of the cold and into the warmth where he could just lay with him for a while until they fell asleep.