Viktor ~ Hakan's Christmas Bash
In the land of Gods and Monsters I was an angel looking to get fucked hard
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@viktorofada
Viktor ~ Hakan's Christmas Bash
In the land of Gods and Monsters I was an angel looking to get fucked hard

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Who: @viktorofada Where: Lupercalia
It's unknown if it's a dream or if it's a day where the veil is thinner and souls that have left are seen out of the corner of the eye, the sacrificed six came to pay a visit. It's the flash of pure white hair as a ghost of a kiss is placed on her son's cheek before he enters the arena. "Good luck." Adatiel visits her brothers in the stands, spotting her twin in the bleachers. Her hand reaches for his shoulder as she remains unseen, it's a ghostly presence that is felt squeezing his shoulder and a voice that drifts away on the wind. "Thank you for looking after him."
Ariston screamed with victory on the field down below, he was on his way to free gelato!! Pointing at a random blonde twink on the opposing flag football team. "Want some Gelato? My treat."
People said that numbing the pain for a while only made it worse when you eventually felt it. Viktor had Harellan take away his pain entirely. Slip into his mind and pull all thoughts of grief that surrounded his mother away. Now, when Viktor thought of her, he just felt warm. Of course, he missed her, but at least now he could get out of bed, paint a smile, and go about his day. Seeing her was unexpected; she was there in one moment, brushing her lips against his cheek, and then in the next, she was gone. The ringing in his ears was loud and clear; on the field, he stood there more or less as people competed and ran past him.
An otter with eyeliner pointed at him when it was all said and done. People were injured, but Viktor hadn't even gotten to enjoy himself. He felt- it was confusing how he felt. It ached, like a wound had been sliced open again, and his feet had grown roots to attach him to the ground where he stood. "I- uh, yeah, sure. I guess we lost huh."
Harellan didn't really care about how this knockoff Slipknot band looked. Fur suits at Lupercalia seemed fitting so he didn't give it a second thought past Viktor saying something about it. Should he have bothered? He was still very much in his own head tossing things away and keeping things he wanted. It was a very tedious process, but his emotions were very clear. There was no grief for him to have. There was no anger. There was just...silence. And that wasn't a good thing when it came to Harellan. The nephilim next to him was lucky that he liked him in any capacity. He supposed that was an emotion he could keep. "Why are we here?" A breath left his mouth as he turned his head to face Viktor, arms folded. "We should do something else."
"Because it's a festival, and I want to win something." The prizes they were giving away were all pretty sweet, buy one get one gelato? They could sign him up; besides, if someone fell and scraped their knee or broke their leg during Capture the Flag, that could be fun. "Well, these woods are full of people right now.... The sun's going to go down soon, I think there's lots of creative things we can get up to." Viktor leaned in a bit, admittedly fond of the hollowborn's surly disposition, Harellan was more interesting when he was malevolent. "Why don't you read my mind." His thoughts involved a pair of masks. Viktor couldn't do for Harellan what the hollowborn had done for him, but he could try and distract him.
@harellanx location: Lupercalia notes: kiss kiss
"They've changed." Viktor watched as Slipknot fumbled over their own lyrics and there was just something different about them. Was this the real band? Viktor was having a hard time telling, it didn't help that they were all wearing fur suits, "I guess they didn't get the memo on the dress code." Viktor was dressed modestly for the occasion, booty shorts and a jockstrap with kneepads. Something had changed in the other, Harellan seemed... Darker, if that was even possible, but here Viktor was still waiting for their first official date (maiming and torture).
@blairswynford location: Lupercalia notes: jesties and roomies
"Do you know when Huntress goes on?" Viktor wasn't a fan of any of the music that was being played, if it wasn't being screamed at an unknowable decibel then he did not want to hear it. Huntress sounded cool though and it was the only band that didn't sound like it was supposed to be a pun. Rage Against the Suppressants? What a joke. As always, the mildly obsessed nephilim couldn't help but wonder where Harellan had wandered off to, there weren't many conversations that Viktor didn't pull him into.

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politely asking for them
they are so insane and adorable, I love them so much. 🥹
also the rest of this little gang is definitely required, so if anyone feels like writing as Troy, Jamie or Kendall…? 🙏
“…my life, for the most part, has been very stale and colorless. Dead, I mean. The world has always been an empty place to me. I was incapable of enjoying even the simplest things. I felt dead in everything I did.’ He brushed the dirt from his hands. ‘But then it changed,’ he said. ‘The night I killed that man.”
"Ah yes, such a good lie," he drawls, sarcasm evident on his tone as he arches a brow to underline how little he believed that the other had revealed his full motivations. There is something altogether too familiar on the blonde's eyes, something he recognizes because he sees the look in the mirror often, and that is enough to warn him that there is more hidden beneath the surface. Still, he doesn't push, not when he is here for an illicit reason and he does not want any negative attention. "It's evolution and survival of the fittest, yes," Elijah agrees with a sharp grin that is quickly hidden by a innocent look. "Do go ahead, it's not like I hide myself all that much."
"Where's the lie? All that was true." Viktor said as he smiled in response, innocence a platitude as he considered the demon before him. There had always been something undeniably lethal about Viktor; it had started in his youth when he watched that first boy go through uncontrollable and relentless spasms of pain. Pierced repeatedly by agony that the human body had the good graces to forget as a person grew older. Trauma lived in the flesh; it made a home in a person's bones, and Viktor took great pleasure in bringing it to the surface. "Incubus."
Blair's mouth opens to protest only for her to close it. The smile she offers is genuine but brief before she's shaking off the urge to kind of gush about the situationship with Milena. And then the urge to protest that it was a date. The two women were casually hooking up, they didn't quite do much else aside from maybe get coffee before said hookup, chat on the way to and from each other's places. And it's not like she thought about texting her during the day and then decided against it every time. Or wondered what she was doing, how her day was going sometimes. She looks to Viktor and yeah, yeah she maybe wants this to be a date. "We could get a couple maybe." Is what she decides on saying, offering a small nod as if she didn't just realize her and Milena might just be kind of a thing. "The good bread."
"This is major." Viktor raised a brow in Blair's direction as she affirmed in front of him, God, and her collection of saucy mythology novels that she was, in fact, having a date with a real live human being. The buzzing typically coming from her room when he got home from the afternoon shift might finally be at an end, good for her. "One pineapple and one meat lovers, Harellan will be happy." Viktor grinned at that as he thought about how many times he could make googly eyes at Blair while she was making moves at Milena. He'd have to tell Harellan all about this so he could get in on the joke.

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Nico Greetham in leather
This was not the same man who had been suturing up a banana in bed a few weeks back, but then again, she hasn't been around as much as she should have. Her own way of dealing with everything was by exploring more of Rome by herself or burning the candle at both ends between work and fight club. But the last time they'd gotten to have a conversation that wasn't about groceries or her bandaging up something wrong, Harellan hadn't been coming around that often and now Viktor thought the sun shined out his ass. If this was his way of coping, she had to admit it was relieving to see him up and out and about so she does what she thinks a good friend would do and that's nod her head and agree. "Can I maybe invite somebody?" The question is out of her mouth before she can really think on the logistics of it. "Not like a double date but if she says yes."
Things had never been better; truly, Viktor wished he'd asked Harellan to root around in his mind years ago. Who knew that negative thoughts could be snatched away just like that? He was grateful to the hollowborn, and had practically imprinted on him as a result. Viktor was happy, really, even if it was mostly magically-induced. The thought that Blair was out there talking to someone made him smile. She deserved a chance at happiness. "Wait, so it's not a double date?" Viktor didn't believe that for a second, "It sounds like a double date, feels like a double date, and if I spring for the expensive pizza, then it'll definitely be a double date." Obviously, there would be pineapple on the pizza.
As much as he would have loved to stop all of the foreplay and just fuck, he chose the opposite. Maybe it was the way the other moaned into the air around him that had him continuing what he was doing. Or maybe it was just the fact that he was oh so obsessed with the way the nephilim looked bent over in front of him. How was he supposed to just pretend he didn't want to stick his tongue so far in that it was sticking out of Viktor's throat? Well, he could probably do that if he wasn't in this form, but that was probably for another time. Instead, he still used the length of his tongue to fuck the other's hole, the moaning only spurring him on.
A hand slapped Viktor's ass again before it formed into the shadows that were always just below flesh. The same hand lengthened to reach the other's throat to wrap around it. It wasn't a gentle grip at all considering he much preferred when the man beneath him was out of breath and begging. He fucking loved it actually. His face pulled away only to spit before his tongue slipped back inside the halfblood's hole again. His grip tightened around the other's throat while the other hand slapped Viktor's ass yet again. He could probably do this for hours, but again, he did so love it when the nephilim begged. And Harellan would always make him beg.
"You're such a fucking tease," Viktor complained as he rolled his hips back against Harellan's mouth, cock in hand as he jerked himself off while the hollowborn fucked into Viktor's ass with just his tongue. A cold shiver ran up the nephilim's spine as he arched his back further; Harellan's warm hand around his throat pulled a choked groan from the base as Viktor habitually pushed against him to create more tension. "fuck that feels good." Viktor could feel himself sweating, this basement was freezing, Viktor had shown up to this party wearing practically nothing, and now he was literally wearing nothing. Still, all it did was make him fixate on the warm feeling of Harellan's tongue working away inside of him; his cheeks pressed between Viktor's ass, and the sting of the hollowborn's hand as it came down to strike him once more. One hand still on his cock, the other wrapped over the hand on his throat as Viktor squeezed harder, "You like that?" The choked question came out through his strangled, constricted throat as he sucked in a breath and relished in the feeling of the other's tongue inside of him.
@blairswynford location: mojo dojo casita house (mutat domun) notes: jesties
They had their own place but this halfway house wasn't terrible, it was definitely accommodating. The home was kind of alive? Admittedly it wasn't Viktor's biggest fan ever since he'd coughed up one of Harellan's loads onto the drapes, but it didn't seem like the house didn't hold that much of a grudge. For about a week or two before Christmas Viktor had been walking with more of a spring in his step; it was as if he'd been grieving one moment, and then the next he was fine. Viktor talked about his mother more easily now, he went to work without complaint, and when he baked oatmeal raisin cookies he was glad that nobody wanted them. More for him.
"So, movie later? Harellan and I never got to watch that new Thanksgiving movie and it's streaming now so maybe three of us could...?" Viktor had been working the hollowborn into just about every conversation that came up because well- he'd more or less latched himself onto Harellan and he had no interest in letting go. They'd gone from canonically on again and off again to on, very on, for what was probably the longest stretch of time yet.
Grief was something that Harellan was all too familiar with. He could easily remember the first moment he had felt the emotion. When he had been younger, he'd been more privy to feeling things. He had been told to by Ranaghar to tap more into who he was as a fey rather than who he was as a drow. Wasn't he both though? He'd always thought that the darkness that permeated him should have been enough to be able to acknowledge that he wasn't simply just one or the other. No, Harellan was always going to be both whether he wanted it to be that way or not. However, that dreadfully fey part of him had been the part that had let him feel. He'd let go of that as soon as he had seen his father die right before his eyes. Grief. It was a horrible, horrible thing that he didn't want to feel so he had pushed it down as far as it would go. Digging into other people's minds made it easier to try and forget. Yet here he was taking Viktor's from him. The memory of the nephilim's mother would still be there, but all the sadness that came with her death? Harellan would have to carry that for now. That was what you did for people you cared for, wasn't it?
People needing him was what Harellan had always wanted. Viktor needing him? Well, that felt like the only thing he could ever actually ask for. He wasn't sure where he would place the emotions that he had buried beneath everything else, but he'd make sure that the nephilim knew he was still here. Regardless of everything they went through all the time. Viktor's hand curled around the fabric of what minimal clothing was covering his chest as the hollowborn was pushed against the wall. His head tilted back against it, gaze focused on the halfblood's own. After the words left the other's mouth, his hand lifted to gently grip Viktor's jaw within it. "I'm yours." He nodded his head with finality because, fuck, if that hadn't been true for a long time. "You're mine." His favorite toy. Boyfriend. Whatever it was that he used to describe the man in front of him, the fact of the matter was that he didn't belong to anyone else. "I won't leave you." The words left his mouth with no hint of manipulation behind them. Harellan was pretty sure that those were the first genuine words he'd spoken in a long time.
There was a veil that had been lifted off of Viktor, like this blanket he'd shrouded himself in like some weepy creature out of a Victorian novel was suddenly dispelled. He wondered what else the hollowborn could take from him; how far Harellan's power went and what else he could do. All of a sudden he felt liberated and he owed all of that to the man that he'd been orbiting around for so long. Maybe next they could actually let one another in to what the two of them were doing separately, what said romance if not larping in the woods as nostalgic horror movie killers hunting down innocent campers?
"Mine." Viktor repeated as he'd stepped in, his fingers were already at the other's waist, rattling around as he breathed against the other's lips. If Harellan was going to go through the trouble of breaking into Viktor's apartment, then the least the nephilim could do was show him how much he appreciated the effort. "I won't leave you either." He'd needed to hear Harellan say it, so he could only hope that the hollowborn would want the affirmation returned to him. He was on his knees next, mouth wrapped around the hollowborn as he took him down unceremoniously almost as soon as Viktor had pulled the other out.

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Harellan craved validation. As much as he didn't like to admit that he cared of anyone's opinion, there were still few that he cared for above most. Above all of them now, it felt like Viktor was the only one he cared for in that capacity. It wasn't something as serious as love. No, Harellan wasn't even really sure if he knew what that meant after everything he had been through. He wasn't sure if he was ever supposed to feel it because he had done so much in his life that most people would've never accepted. Except Viktor did. Viktor didn't care what he did or who he did it to. The hollowborn was still manipulative though. He would still spin a tale to get his way because he was just good at manipulating people. When he was good at something, he was just going to keep doing it because he simply could. Luckily, with Viktor, he had never had to play in the other's mind unless it was absolutely needed. Or if he just felt like peeking inside for a preview of whatever his boyfriend was thinking about right now. It was painfully obvious, but he still snuck in sometimes to see just how vivid it could be.
The other's words told him he didn't need to right now though. Fingers curled into the mask covering his entire face excluding his mouth. Words didn't need to be stated in response to Viktor's own so he simply did what he had been wanting to do this entire time. He let the flat of his tongue meet the base of the nephilim's cock and slowly trail upwards towards the crown before sucking it into his mouth. He swallowed the halfblood down his throat and held himself there until he couldn't hold his breath any longer. Then he pulled away and flipped Viktor over onto his knees. His hand came down on that ass he had dreams about, more forceful than usual. If they were playing this game, he had to lean into his role and that did not include being gentle. Another slap echoed throughout the room followed by another as he gripped his own cock within his hand and smeared the pre on the other's hole. He leaned down to lick it up immediately, his tongue slipping inside. If Viktor wanted him so badly, who was he to deny such a declaration?
Harellan's mouth wrapped around him, in an easy stretch he took Viktor down completely and then held himself in place. Reflex had the nephilim putting his hand on the back of the other's head as his head craned back. Viktor was already moving hips before Harellan was pulling off and turning him over. While the nephilim had his fair share of assets, there was one that Harellan never seemed to get enough of.
A resounding smack echoed around them as Harellan's hand came down on him, then another as a jolt was sent up the nephilim's spine. His cock had started leaking after the first time, with the second a brief moan was pulled from Viktor; not that he wanted to do anything to stop it anyways, but Viktor couldn't help the way his body responded when Harellan touched him. Something supernatural always felt like it was creeping under his skin, electric and charged whenever Viktor was caught in the hollowborn's orbit. He could only assume this was what people meant when they talked about crushes giving them butterflies or stimulating their fight or flight response. Viktor leaned into it though, turned around and put on his knees, the nephilim arched his back to better put himself on display. Legs spread towards either side as he felt something damp but warm smeared against his skin, tacky in a way before Harellan's mouth was on his hole shortly after.
With his neck craned against the cold ground he could see their reflection in that same, dusty mirror leaned against the wall. Viktor's hand wrapped around his cock, the Ghostface killer with his pants around his thighs, mask screwed but it still worked to conceal everything but his mouth. It wasn't a sight that he'd be forgetting anytime soon. Harellan's mouth was on his hole, his tongue was already working its way inside of him and Viktor couldn't feel anything but warmth as he rocked his hips back against the other's face. Every inch of him screamed how badly he wanted Harellan, and how desperate he was for him. They traded power back and forth, Harellan loved to feel in control and Viktor loved to pretend that wasn't always the case. Splayed across the ground, panting and red faced with his hard leaking cock in his hand and it was obvious that Viktor could only give Harellan anything he wanted.
"Well, I've always said I love to play with my toys and you are my favorite one, angel." Okay, so it definitely had to be both, but he'd always say Viktor was his boyfriend to anyone that would probably ask. Even the nephilim's annoying little roommate knew their relationship. Harellan would never say he wasn't jealous either. It was clear that he was just given the fact that he'd been so visibly incensed by the fact that the halfblood was seeking out men on Grindr to inflict pain on without him. It probably would've been worse if it were something else, but he still felt left out. Not that he expected Viktor to invite him to such an ordeal then anyway. They were in the off stages at that point. He wasn't supposed to care. Yet he did every single time. The knife trailed downwards towards the jockstrap as he parted their lips for a moment only to repeat words he'd stated before. "You love me inside you." As he spoke, the knife cut the jockstrap away from what he had been waiting so patiently to have. They'd worry about clothing later. He certainly didn't want other people seeing his boyfriend's cock. Nevertheless, the knife dissipated and was replaced by his mouth that had already trailed down to the other's waist. "Tell me how badly you want me."
"I do." In every possible context, Viktor had never really had much interest in dating, or in sex really. It wasn't like it wasn't fun, it just hadn't been exciting enough until Harellan came around. The first time his lover had choked him was really the first time he'd felt much one way or the other, the knife was a nice touch and they had other toys too. Games and playing at pretend, but nothing really excited the nephilim so much as Harellan himself: he was powerful, dangerous, manipulative, and cruel. He was all these things, so much more, and he was also Viktor's. More and more the nephilim had started to see it, those words of affirmation that the hollowborn would deny needing but returned to time and time again: Tell me you need me, tell me how badly you want me, tell me you love me inside of you. Harellan didn't need to ask, if he wanted to he could slip into the nephilim's mind and hear it that way, but the demigod wanted him to say it, and somehow Viktor loved that even more.
"More than anyone." His fingers curled over the edges of the mask as Harellan cut away Viktor's jockstrap and moved his lips towards his waist. Lips still prevalent from the bottom of it as the nephilim rolled his hips towards him. "More than anything." His grip tightened over the fabric a bit as he felt the other's hair bristling through the material. Harellan had become the most important thing in the world to him, his hand slid over the other's back and across his spine. "I've never wanted anything more than you."