dawn comes

abe :: teeth

To tear, to rip, to eat, to devour. You’ve only barked and attacked your whole life, bitten and torn at the hands that approached you, unable to tell if they were going to feed you or hurt you. Not uncommon for someone who has endured what you have. Sometimes they can turn in on yourself, biting and tearing flesh at every crevice of your being until you can find what’s underneath, to truly know who you are. But you won’t. Teeth always rot and fall out, and when that day comes, you will be weak and defenceless, muzzled and useless. So while you can, look to the cameras and give us a big smile.

gage :: heart

A heart in a cynical sense feels nothing, it simply carries through all the blood, all the oxygen, all the components the other parts that do feel need. An ugly organ, misshapen and strange when held in the palm of your hand. Yet, it is the centre of your being. It is the core. Even when you try to act unaffected, it is your heart that gives you away, skipping a beat, fluttering in excitement, halting dead in terror. You have so much of it to give, you just haven’t learned to discern who is and isn’t worthy of it yet. Hold onto it. Do not whittle it down, carve names into the flesh that you cannot erase. Remain patient, remain astute, and remain loving.

hector :: brain

To say you have a tendency to overthink things would be an understatement of the century. It’s the only way you can function. Spending more time with your thoughts than others because they simply don’t understand. How can you make them understand? The answer is, you can’t. Some people are beyond logic and reason, but that doesn’t mean they are lost. You are the one who is more lost than they ever are, hemming and hawing over all the choices that you don’t need to. To tell you to ignore it though and to trust your instinct would be nothing short of a waste. Stay with your thoughts, but it will not give you peace of mind.

“You are so…noble. Chivalrous. Kind.” Jacob leaned up and punctuated each word with a kiss to August’s lips. Claiming those sweet warm lips with his own, a deep passionate kiss. “Rarely are men so kind, but I think that makes me want to do that for you so much more.” Jacob confessed with a smile, a bit breathless after the onslaught of kisses to August’s mouth.

A hitched breath as the large warm hand grabbed his own cock, Jacob was certainly not wearing clothing want to feel all of August against him. Those tantalizing muscles against his own. “I want to do everything for you. Anything. Just…tell me what you want.” he said taking his opportunity to grab onto August’s thick length and begin to stroke. “You’re so big.”

august didn’t imagine himself half of those things. but still, he took each kiss in turn, parting to allow jacob as much entry into his mouth as he’d desire. his tongue was patient, sitting back and waiting for jacob to make the first move.

“Oh I thought I was going to get to sleep here with you. I liked the idea of it honestly.” the blond said flipping blond hair out of his eyes. staring up at August, a sweet smile spread on his face. Innocent. Gentle. Jacob’s hand wandered a bit lower, caressing down August’s fingers and cupping his heavy balls in his hand.

August had needed a place to stay and this gorgeous hunk of man had come to his rescue. It was mercy in human form, and Jacob found he liked the way mercy looked. Leaning up he ghosted a soft kiss on August’s chin. “What if I…what if I wanted to do that for you hm?” he asked with a little grin.

as kind as he wanted to be, no man could keep their resolve under such directed attentions. against his own palm, august pulsed and throbbed when he balls were cupped and kneaded -- even gently tugged, which smeared precum against his own fingers. “if you want to, I mean.” a heavy breath shook him. “I wouldn’t stop you?”

“You know, I’ve been thinking on it and we really don’t have to set off just now. We could wait till morning since the drive will be quite long. I mean, sure I can fly and be there quick but unless you can to, then the drive will be long and I wouldn’t exactly leave you to travel on your lonesome.” That way they could rest up and be fresh in the morning for the long journey ahead. “Though, it really is your choice. If you think setting off just now is best, then we can.” Sure he felt bad that he brought it up now, since Chip had only just got changed but he would certainly help him out of those clothes, if he wanted.

baelfire’s change in attitude felt somewhat abrupt, and it left charon a bit concerned. “did you not want to handle this immediately?” he asked, turning to face bael fully. his entire attention, head to foot. “did I say something?” brows pulled downwards, as both cooler hands reached to cup the male’s cheeks. his gaze flitted from one eye to the other, searching for some deeper answer. “if you wish to wait, we can wait. but I would not want to slow you down, since I know of your...abilities.” charon had some tricks of his own; baelfire likely saw the mist that seeped from any injury he sustained, before his body would form back into place.

If you asked Jacob, Augustus was the kind of person all people should be. He was kind, and hard working, and most of all beautiful. Large and powerful, he couldn’t help himself when he saw the other sleeping on the bed all spawlred out. He climbed up into the bed and snuggled next to the large warm body. Rubbing his face into that perfectly built chest. Hands roaming over smooth, warm skin.

“Course I saw something? Why do you think I crawled into bed with you. Did you not want me too?” asked as innocently as he could his hand moving to rest over August’s hand that covered his cock. “You just looked so comfy and inviting I though I would join you.”

august’s shifting stopped, when that warm hand covered his own. looking down, seeing the blond hair as it moved side to side, he rumbled at the scrub of jacob’s beard across his pecs. “you don’t have to-- I wasn’t gonna make you sleep in here.”

spies are like cats.

they get into everything, they always do what you tell them not to, they break things that were deliberately placed somewhere to not be broken -- and they’re clingy and affectionate when it suits them.

gage already knew what was up the second he felt that scrub of beard against his thigh. not even opening his eyes more than a crack. “exxo,” he hissed. “don’t you just, fuck other operatives? not the tech staff?”

his chest lifting in a sight, gage palmed over his own face. “just. if this is about a phone, or a gun, or whatever you broke-- send in a form. don’t use me like this.”

sleeping on a ship was something victor hadn’t done for...quite some time. not since stasis, not since the station, not since riding the exile train down to kadara to stay.

something about the hum of the engine, the view of dark space outside the window, the soft blue glow...

...wait.

“--scott?”

laid out, his tall form pulled to stretch, limbs out, augustus took up most of his bed.

that didn’t seem to stop jacob from crawling his way on. from just a few seconds of proximity, august’s body was already thrumming with life; temperature climbing, breaths deepening, blood pumping.

...southward.

like his senses were tuning themselves more finely, he blinked himself slowly awake, reaching down to scratch over his stomach, his knuckles bumping against his own cock -- which he was, of course, kick-standing on, partially rolled over.

[ ✨ ] ⟶ uriel stood confidently, despite his anxieties. keeping his gaze trained on samson’s form. “you are not someone that i would easily forget, samson.” he said, voice sincere. he would have liked to have thought that samson and he had a connection prior to the priors falling. when he became stolen from the light just as the light was stolen from him. uriel still carried the pain from that day.

“and you know there are repercussions for tampering with – with,” he struggled for the words. monsters. abominations. how many different words did the church have for people like samson. people were corrupted by something greater than the sum of two mortal spirits. but there was still a part of him that felt samson was worth redeeming, that he wasn’t the evil the church seemed to think he was. “with the void.” he finally finished, sighing. “why do you hide?”

uriel knew the answer to that question all to well, but he would still hear samson’s reasoning. “and why do you show yourself now? to me of all people.” they served two different powers, but there had to have been something said about divine intervention. as if their wills were not their own. as the other spoke, he found himself raising a hand to brush the hair on his face. it was nothing but laziness during the day, not that he would ever admit it out loud. 

“no.” he said, suddenly, fingertips accruing a familiar warmth as he lifted his palm and dispelled the dark inkiness that moved toward him. “i don’t fear your dark as others do.” uriel’s voice was firm as he raised his gaze to level with samson’s. 

“touch me with your hand. make me know you’re real.”

“you remember the boy, uri.” he'd been the age of a adult, but the doe-eyed wonder of a child. still in love with the idea of loving the light, without the reverence, the understanding, the fervent need. excitement, not belief. “not the man that I’ve become.”

tampering. samson let his eyes fall closed. that attitude was not conducive to his arrival, to their reunion, to the opportunity of cooperation. “the void took me.” the night in the woods. the lure, the call, the claiming. he didn’t know what made the far flung reaches of space take him out of the others, but he did know why someone had to be chosen. “it could’ve been anyone. it could’ve been you. but I’m glad to have my eyes opened. to have seen this world from another angle. this...war.”

as his tendril was rebuked, dissipated into formless shadow, samson devoured the space between them. heavy, thudding steps. his boots stained the floor with dripping darkness, in their wake -- strands of space-dark void dripping towards the ceiling before they’d fade. and his hand, his bare and warm hand, clutched that well-formed jaw between narrow fingers.

“I do not want you to fear me, priest.” the word was almost spat, samson’s chest heaving under the vest, under the cloak, as he fumed. “I came to you because I thought I could trust you. I came to you because I...” the anger faltered. “because I...”

a few more puffs through his nose, before his grip doubled, holding uriel still as they collided. samson’s mouth firm and pressing, the first kiss since their years of separation, since the moments they shared as mere acolytes, wondering if they’d be able to share this once ordained.

Stilling his tongue, Scott only cocks his head. A grin was pulling on his lips, hands raising above his chest as he gave a little shrug of his shoulder. 

The Asari taught their children in many forms of combat, such as weaponry, hand to hand, and biotics. But there is no weapon as sharp as the mind, or as deadly as the body. There was a thin line between pleasure and pain. Daily life often blurred that line. If one tried hard enough, pain could bleed into pleasure, and pleasure could be found in pain.

He waited in the truck as Victor left, steeling his nerves. Cooling the sense of heat and warm desire that spiraled across his trembling thighs and stirred his cock.

Scott was leaving the truck when the first shot rang out, a sharp ringing sound, followed by the fall of a human body. He cushioned the fall with a mass effect, muting the sound before speaking into their comms channel. “That thing doesn’t have some kind of silencer? Or something? Why do I get the impression you’re the kind of guy that likes it loud?”

elbow-deep in his grim work, victor stilled the second he felt their comms flare to life. his outline was visible, distorting the dirt and scrub around it, but being stationary helped to minimize the effect.

“a shot that far, with that much power, to puncture through that much armor, is going to make a sound.”

victor was expecting a hard thud of said armor slamming into the stone, but the biotic lift was a nice touch. maybe he should’ve been working with adepts more often. or, maybe that was just an asari tactic. human and systems alliance tactics did tend to go for the battering ram.

“you start from the top, I’ll work my way up to you?”

he assumed scott could jump. or fly. or had rocket boosters in that armor, or something. adepts had that kind of shit, right?

“--or I clear the top shelf while you catch the escape route.”

The wolf only watched as Abe took Damian’s cock into his mouth again. The attention drew another groan, although he continued to watch. Abe was good with his mouth, his fingers too. He made Damian feel better than he had in a long time. 

That pleasure ended not too long after, with Damian now hearing that perhaps they would move onto greater things. “What, you wanna ride me? I mean… that would great.” Damian couldn’t stop smiling now. While the men conversed, he moved a hand to stroke his length. It wouldn’t soften anytime soon, but he wasn’t willing to take that chance with Abe. 

so amenable to his needs. but still, excitable enough for what he wants. “I think I got you wet enough?” abe admitted, looking up at damian. acting like this with the wolf was easy enough, with that gentle sort of cockiness that he could easily bounce off of, nudge upwards.

“let me get ready.” scooting up, he lifted upright, palming his own dick to keep himself in the moment. eyes locked, he slurped on his own fingers, before clearly reaching behind himself -- gasping as two sunk inside. “fuck--” breath left his chest, and he leaned into damian, knocking their cocks together as he tried for a kiss. “gonna take a minute. I want all of you.”