#d. viktorofada

[harellanx]

closed starter for @viktorofada location: viktor's place note: heeeeyyyyyyyy

Harellan wouldn't have said he was avoiding Viktor. On the contrary, he really would've preferred to see the nephilim more than he cared to admit. That wasn't an option though. Ayi'ig was...he didn't like to think about it because it made him feel like some sort of weak individual like those halfbloods. Well, all of them except for Viktor at least. That wasn't even the point though. The point was that he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do now. Was he supposed to just pretend everything was fine? That was what he was good at when it came to everything else so he was fine with doing it here. Nobody would truly know how he felt about the loss of the drow queen. That would be information he kept to himself. And that information was that he was devastated. He hadn't cried. He'd done enough of that with his father. He'd razed an entire village just to watch them suffer. At some point, he had to question if it had been for vengeance or not. Again, that wasn't the point. What had he done to cope? Well, he'd gotten a cat.

The cat was sat on his lap, sat on the floor in front of the other's door, as he waited for the nephilim to show up. He would eventually. There would be some rightful anger, but who could deny a cute cat? He'd have said the other didn't have a choice in the matter, but he didn't feel like playing around in Viktor's head unless the nephilim wanted him to. A hand dropped to the black cat's head just as he heard footsteps coming towards him. When he looked up, he was only slightly happy about the sight before him. "Hey, angel."

[harellanx]

"Yeah, I definitely liked it better when you couldn't speak. Or breathe." He grabbed the now messy shirt in his hands and tossed it behind him. Maybe someone else would find it later. Or maybe Casita would promptly dispose of it. Poor house was probably scarred now. Then again, maybe it had seen plenty of things in this horrid house. The hollowborn didn't much pay attention to what went on here because he definitely didn't need to. If he was speaking to someone, he was already in their head, looking at their memories, changing them to what he wanted. So much so that he could get lost in those thoughts. He wasn't sure how long it would be until his mind was no longer his own, but he wasn't looking to let it happen any time soon. "I'm failing to see the problem with either of those words. Plus, you like it when I'm bossy. Otherwise you wouldn't have been begging and pleading for my cock five seconds after seeing me." He grabbed the belt from Viktor's hand, his own gripping the nephilim's to pull him closer again until their chests were pressed together. "Don't die, yeah? I don't like finding new toys to play with." It was the only bit of sentiment Harellan could muster up, but Viktor would just have to accept it.

"Your demands were much more effective when I hadn't cum yet." Viktor said as he pushed Harellan's shirt against the man's chest, there, all clean. Obviously Viktor liked Harellan, a lot, but he was only someone's toy when he felt like being picked up and moved around. Otherwise this was Toy Story and he was Woody: the main character. "Now that I have you're still hot... Just... Bossy and hot." Harellan was used to getting his way, Viktor was into that, but asking and demanding weren't things that the nephilim was going to concede to just because Harellan wanted it. He pulled the belt off from around his neck and rubbed tenderly at the back of it before he extended it towards Harellan, "You'll need this."

[harellanx]

closed starter for @viktorofada location: base camp, medical area note: wink wonk

Useful wasn't even a strong enough word to describe Viktor. The hollowborn would probably need to thank him better later for his assistance in getting him one of these uniforms. Until then though? He was more than content with bothering the other until he grew bored or was needed elsewhere. Perhaps he'd head back to see what the drow were up. Ayi'ig had plans and she was sure to see it come to fruition no matter what it took. Harellan was more than excitedd to see how everything played out. He'd done his part and now he could just...well, sit around and do absolutely fucking nothing. A hand crawled through the hair at the back of Viktor's head as they sat in this little medical area that contained far too many woodland creatures for his liking. "I saw someone severed at the waist from the rot out there. Wonder what would've happened if they turned."

[harellanx]

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.

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.

[harellanx]

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."

@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).

[harellanx]

The nephilim had been seen in Harellan's head so it was clear that Viktor was someone of importance. That made no difference to them though. Sooner or later, all of these rebels would be nothing but husks. This halfblood had been a bit of a nuisance though. Every illithid that had fallen, they felt the loss to a degree. It wasn't that they cared for the lesser beings, but it was one less member of their little army. They controlled those beings for a reason and it wasn't so that they could be lost to them because some nurse wanted to play doctor for a little bit once in a while. Pathetic. They were all pathetic and weak and, ugh, here this guy went trying to cater to the demigod he was looking at. They found it amusing though that there was some pang of guilt with Harellan for this one. That made this more fun when they killed Viktor. "Oh, that doesn't really matter, does it?" Their fingers trailed over the halfblood's chin to his cheek. "How shall I kill you?" It was a rhetorical question, but the nephilim seemed oh so interested in the concept of death that they were quite curious.

@harellanx location: Brave New World notes: Oi mister, r u me boyfriend

It was hard to tell where the Great Old One ended and where Harellan began, the man that had been his sort of boyfriend was cruel. That's what Viktor had liked about him, but the nephilim had never imagined that he'd have ended up a casualty to it all. Viktor had gotten careless, he loathed the illithids and he resented these creatures, so he'd taken to pinning their magic and torturing them just to feel something again. Again, he'd gotten carried away and didn't realize that he was surrounded until he felt one creeping along the back of his skull. "I was hoping it'd be you." Viktor admitted as he turned to see the Great Old One, his body corporeal and every bit appearing like the hollowborn he'd once known. "Is he still in there?"

[harellanx]

Harellan looked down at the supposed mess that was painted across his chest. There always seemed to be a permanent smirk on his face that only had devious intent behind it. Either way, his head tilted away slightly as Viktor patted his cheek. Not because he didn't want the other to touch him, but because it had felt. far too demeaning to him. Harellan was supposed to be the one demeaning Viktor. Not the other way around. He'd give the nephilim a pass this time though. Just this once. Fingers curled between where the belt was still tied around Viktor's neck and the other's throat to pull the halfblood towards him. "I preferred it when you couldn't speak." That wasn't completely true. Honestly, he was sure the other was one of the only people he wanted to hear speak sometimes. He'd chosen Viktor for a reason. Whether he would come to care for the other as more than just some toy that did whatever he damn well pleased remained to be seen. Lifting himself off the bench, he pulled up his pants and stood before the nephilim again. His thumb trailed through the mess on his chest and brought it to Viktor's lips. "Since you made the mess, you can clean it up."

Brutalized and on the cusp of passing out, Viktor hardly noticed anything when Harellan finished down the back of his throat and pulled free. The nephilim gasped before Harellan roughly seized on his mouth once more, ragged and breathless he needily clung to the other in a way that was more pathetic than it was endearing. At his core Viktor didn't really care about anyone but himself, his ego was centred entirely around how the view perceived him: smart, thoughtful, and put together. The golden boy that an actual angel had raised, but angels could be both merciful and ruthless. When Viktor stood again he fixed his hair for the last time before he patted the other on the cheek: Harellan's waist spent, his body gleaming, just as ragged but too proud to admit it. "The best." Viktor corrected before he cleared his throat. "Get dressed, you look a mess."

[harellanx]

Harellan really wasn't sure what it was about this damn nephilim, but he couldn't get enough of him. He was intoxicating and that was certainly dangerous for the hollowborn. He needed to be focused at all times. His head needed to be screwed on straight so that he could be aware of every little thing happening around him. When Viktor was around, the last thing on his mind was Ayi'ig or the Asphodel or this stupid little house. Every thought he had circled around the halfblood and that was the only reason he had to separate himself from him every once in a while. If not to keep things entertaining, it was to make sure he didn't slip up. Was fucking on the grand piano in Casita going to be a problem? Probably not. It sure as hell was fun though. "You want me?" Another laugh fell from his lips as his hand came down upon Viktor's backside again. "Oh, come on, you can do so much better than that." He pulled the belt more taut, a smirk on his face. Then he leaned forward to place his tongue at the back of the nephilim's neck, trailing further and further down until he was just above the curve of the other's ass. "Beg." If there was one thing Harellan could do, it was hold out. Edging was his favorite thing to do. Especially when it came to Viktor. Seeing the little nephilim squirm satisfied him immensely.

Viktor could have stayed there all day if Harellan would have let him, while it was immensely appealing to watch people squirm it was better in this sense when it was Harellan. Here he didn't need any knives or blades, he didn't need to use any power but the gifts his tongue had been blessed with. Friction built under the nephilim's skin as fire spread in every place that Harellan deemed to touch, needy wasn't the apt word for it because it wasn't enough to just want Harellan he had to feel the demigod in his veins. Pain was cheap and common, an easy inflection of thought and will, pleasure was harder to come by for someone whose appetites deviated so far from the norm. Harellan's hand came down upon him, the belt still tight around his neck as Viktor groaned, "I want you." Came the low moan as his face was pushed against the piano in the Casita's music room. Music of their own, Viktor's hips rolled back against Harellan's waist, throat strangled as another moan was pulled from the back of it. Another firm hand made his body jolt as the piano groaned across the floor, Viktor's pleading tone brought his eyes to look over his shoulder to the specimen behind him. "Give me more, I need it: I deserve it."

[harellanx]

Perhaps he should've searched through Viktor's thoughts once in a while. Although he still stuck to his previous thought of it keeping things more interesting if he didn't, he would be lying if he said it didn't cross his mind. The nephilim had quite a lot to say most of the time, but Harellan knew not everything actually ended up being said aloud. It was the same for him, he guessed. There was a difference between them though. Viktor was much more...moral than he was. A blessed seraphim for a mother did that to a person. Harellan had not be so lucky. He'd simply had a drow father and a missing fey father. He didn't much care to think about them though. Ayi'ig had given him purpose and she had led him here to this house. Mutat Domun. A house with eyes and ears that could see everything.

Maybe seeing everything wasn't in its best interests right now though. Harellan had never been one to be afraid of exhibitionism and Viktor was sure to be the same. How different but similar they were. He loved it. Prayers were not something he was all too familiar with though. If he ever did so, it was to Lloth and not this so-called Lord that people worshipped in the realm. The nephilim knew that so it was lucky for the hollowborn that he was getting a refresher right now. He'd hate to disappoint and not receive his penance. Not that he was really thinking about forgiveness when Viktor was buried in his mouth. He'd muster up a prayer or three though. He had an image to uphold just like the halfblood did. Nevertheless, he swallowed the other down the back of his throat until he couldn't hold his breath any longer before pulling away only slightly. He let the spit fall from his mouth and onto the crown before speaking. "Hail Mary, full of grace." Between every sentence, he bobbed his head back and forth, pushing far enough so that Viktor met the back of his throat every time. "The Lord is with thee, blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb." He swallowed again. "Holy Mary, Mother of God." His grip tightened on the belt as he pulled the nephilim down, his tongue sticking out in the process, urging the other to spit into his mouth. "Pray for us sinners." His other hand went to undo his own belt. "Now and at the hour of our death." He pulled Viktor down further. "Amen."

Strangely enough the other was never far from his thoughts when they were in each other's orbit, but once Harellan was gone Viktor could be patient enough until they saw each other again. Other people didn't matter, they didn't interest him, and the nephilim wasn't the sort of person to get emotional or attached, even as a kid he didn't form attachments to other people like that. His family was a different story. He'd thought before that maybe the other was in his head, in his thoughts, a pervasive line of thinking that had Viktor twirling his hair at the idea.

Viktor's belt wrapped around his neck, Harellan was on his knees already, eager for his penance. With any luck nobody was going to walk in here, Viktor didn't really care all that much but he did have an image to uphold. Somewhere in the corner he thought he heard Casita close the shutters to protect its own modesty. "Three Hail Mary's will do," the nephilim was already pulling himself free, fingers threaded through the curls atop Harellan's head. Dark, soft, it'd be easy to get his fist tangled within but he kept it light. "I'll remind you:" because Lord knew that Harellan didn't know a single prayer that wasn't to Lloth. "Hail Mary, full of grace." A crown pressed to the other's lips, Viktor pushed in and continued. "The Lord is with thee, blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb. Holy Mary, Mother of God." Viktor bucked against the back of Harellan's throat. "Pray for us sinners. Now and at the hour of our death. Amen." Greedy eyes looked down at the hollowborn, "Repeat it." Most of it, whatever, not like Viktor was going to understand anything with the man's mouth full.

[harellanx]

There was surely a reason for Viktor being here. Harellan, although in the heads of many, was not privy to everything. He did try his best to not pick through the other's head. It kept things much more interesting for them. Or for him at least. Either way, the two of them were often playing this back and forth game of pushing and pulling. On again, off again and all that bullshit. To be honest, it was what interested the hollowborn the most. If they were always doing good, then it would just get boring. If only Viktor wasn't a mortal being, he'd actually look forward to a future. That was only a thought that slipped into his mind once in a while. In the meantime, he'd enjoy what they had. And he did so love when the nephilim got a little bossy. In public, too. Well, now he was just trying to spice things up. Harellan never made it that easy.

"Oh, but Daddy Viktor, I must confess my sins first. I've been so..." He paused to press his lips to the nephilim's jawline. "...very..." Another pause as he made a trail to the corner of Viktor's mouth. "...bad." His hands dropped down to the other's belt buckle as he pulled away slightly. Teeth digging into his lower lip, he eyed the nephilim. "I can't possibly accept your holy sacrament without forgiveness from His Holiness. Do you think He can forgive me, Daddy?" The immersion was only semi-broken due to Viktor's question, but he guessed he could take one second to answer it. His mind was certainly on other things now though. "We'll see. It depends on how I'm feeling. I'll text you if I leave." Couldn't have Viktor trying to stop him or anything.

Coincidence didn't exist in their world, Adatiel was missing because she was caught in the crossfire of this great-biblical-smackdown that was here. Viktor had been a good son, he'd stayed away, but it came as no surprise to see that Harellan had integrated himself into what was going on. Good, maybe they could have some fun together, Viktor had creative ideas for what served as quality entertainment and it was always more fun when the two of them intersected. Finding love was easy for most people, Viktor and Harellan were not most people.

"You can find forgiveness in a church." Viktor wasn't opposed to a little roleplay, well, a lot of roleplay. Harellan had always looked good in that Ghost Face mask, and the Jason mask, and the Myers mask... Halloween was their favourite time of year for a reason. "On your knees, with your mouth open. Something, something, holy sacrament." Though it was usually the other way around, Viktor liked it when the other played priest, they didn't need to unpack the religious trauma that came with being a nephilim. "Are you going to be in town for long?" Viktor would ask that much, he'd have to give his creditors the heads up.

[harellanx]

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?

"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."

[harellanx]

Maybe Viktor had been perfectly carved for Harellan. He was no moral person. He'd never done anything that wasn't for himself and he'd never really hid it much unless it was absolutely necessary. That was how he had infiltrated this shitty halfblood house. That was how he had done anything in his life because he had always been told to do otherwise. Caring about how others treated him because he was different was something he would do no longer. Even when it came to the way he acted. However, it was so blatantly obvious to him that Viktor had some sort of hold on him. He was sure the nephilim was unaware of that fact and that was only because Harellan always wielded the power. Even as Viktor wanted to pretend that he wouldn't get on his knees if he was asked, he had still done so. He'd still accepted what Harellan had asked from him. He always did and he always said nothing even when he knew the hollowborn was up to no good. It was better if there were no questions asked. They worked so much better that way. The thought alone of the halfblood giving him as much power as he did without question had Harellan's hand pushing down until he was spilling down the back of Viktor's throat. "Fuck," he breathed out and pulled the other's head up. "Good boy." A smirk came upon his lips as he brought their mouths together, tasting himself on the nephilim's tongue.

Harellan took control, his fingers in Viktor's hair as the nephilim felt his resolve shift. He could never tell for sure if the other was in his thoughts, the idea of the hollowborn rooting around with his will raised the hair on his forearms and made his pulse quicken. The truth was he wanted to be made his, he wanted the other in more ways than Viktor could list. Something inherently sick and broken thrived off of the command as he nodded obediently; Harellan's cock buried in the back of his throat as Viktor's throat lurched under the weight of it but readily accommodated the intrusion. Happily, gladly, willfully and eagerly while his lover bucked into his mouth, skullfucking him as his hard cock bruised the back of Viktor's throat. Greedily and sloppily swallowing down the bits of spittle and pre that fell from his lips and pooled over Harellan's groin. His tongue enveloped him and pushed the hollowborn hard against the roof of his mouth as he hollowed out refined cheeks to make like he was going to suck the man's entire soul out of his body.

[harellanx]

"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."

"The killer was my boyfriend the whole time? What a plot twist." Wow, this really was the first Scream. Harellan felt and tasted familiar, but in the cold of the basement there was something ethereal and haunting to it. Laced in the dark light that trickled down from the party above, the sounds of the rave echoed above them as the low thrum seemed to vibrate through the floor under his knees. Viktor's lips turned upwards against the killer that loomed above him, his tongue slipped out much in the way that it had bent against the knife that was there moments before. His hands moved against the other's waist, the cut trousers that fit the hollowborn's seamlessly as Viktor sighed against him, half habit and half reflex. "Are you in my thoughts again?" If Viktor wasn't hard before he definitely was now, the jockstrap didn't do anything to hide that fact.

[harellanx]

Amusement littered his features because, well, he knew what was going on in that head of Viktor's. He liked to pretend that he never so much as thought about peaking into the other's mind. It kept things interesting and blah blah blah. The truth of the matter was that he was so easily swayed into doing it especially during situations like this. It took a mere few seconds for the nephilim to both question if he should actually get on his knees and actually get on his knees. Harellan's tongue peeked out to wet his bottom lip as he looked down at the other on the floor. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he was desperate to have the halfblood's lips all over him. Begging was beneath him though and he'd rather go have blue balls than do such a thing. So he didn't. Instead, his head tilted back as Viktor's hand pumped up and down soon followed by the other's tongue following the motion. His mouth opened to respond to Viktor's words just as those lips wrapped around him. Harellan really couldn't help the smile on his face when he lifted his head to look down. A hand within the other's hair, he pushed the nephilim's head further down until he was down the back of his throat. "You'll do anything I want, angel. If I want you on your knees, you'll be on your knees. If I want you to suck my cock, you will. If I don't want you to breathe, you won't." He lifted Viktor's head. "You won't breathe until I cum. Nod your head," was all he said as he pushed the other's head back down to meet the back of his throat again and again.

Even as he watched Harellan bring his seed to his tongue, the nephilim was already tucking himself a way and buckling up his pants. His fingers threaded through his hair as he smoothed the soft, blonde strands back into place. "Do I?" Viktor questioned as he thrummed his forefinger against the line of his jaw, "No... I don't think I do." Though even as he said this the nephilim was already getting to his knees, happy to service and more than happy to tease. "I actually already got what I wanted... So," Viktor wrapped his hand around the base of Harellan's shaft and lazily pumped his hand up and down. His thumb pressed against the crown's slit as he smeared the pre that had gathered in a bead there across the hollowborn's swollen head. Now the nephilim took his time as his mouth met the soft underside of Harellan's cock, the flat of his tongue pressed against the swollen vein as he moved in a slow movement along the shaft. "ask nicely." Viktor was all manners, Harellan was not. The golden boy and what the nephilim equated to being the son of Satan were quite the match. "Or don't ask at all." The insinuation obvious as he parted his lips around the weight of Harellan's cock.

[harellanx]

"Oh, I promise." He pressed the blade closer on Viktor's neck, making contact with skin. The threat was so easily there and he could swipe across the other's throat immediately if he wanted to. That was what made this so exciting for Harellan. It was because he could, but Viktor had given him the opportunity to. Contrary to what the nephilim had stated to him before the apocalypse, there was some sort of trust between them. It was unsaid, but the two of them knew it to be true. "Of course you knew every fucking answer." He paused to look down at Viktor. And there was the real answer he had been looking for ever since they got down to the basement. "And this is the part where you're supposed to find out the killer's identity." He tilted the mask up slightly to expose just his mouth as he leaned down. "I bet you want me to keep it on though," he stated with a nod before his lips pressed to Viktor's own. They'd play this game again another time. For now? Well, he wanted the nephilim all to himself.

It wasn't praise but it was close enough to it; this was how Viktor liked it, tethered to the other by some thread that neither would ever admit to but both could feel. He was cemented to the hollowborn and there wasn't much of anything that could be done that would drag Viktor away from him. "Promise?" Viktor whispered, voice still shaking as he craned his neck enough for the other to get a clean sweep of his throat if he needed it. "Well, there was Pazazu," Viktor drawled, feigning some sort of focus though there wasn't really anything that Harellan could ask him that the nephilim wouldn't be on top of. "Tobin," he added, "the babysitter murders, and then the brightmoor was the neighbourhood that Tess booked." Viktor smiled against Harellan's knife, "Loved that movie, but, you know my favourite: we're in it, Scream. The first one, obviously."

[harellanx]

Control was something Harellan loved to have and he was often very disgruntled if he lost it for even a moment. This was not one of those moments for him. If anything, nothing excited him more than when Viktor got just frustrated enough that he decided to just take what he wanted. That was what he'd really been waiting for. As much as he loved to edge, he was much more interested in getting the nephilim out of that pristine little image he had all the time. Then again, a pristine image was what both of them presented as, wasn't it? Behind closed doors, it was an entirely different story. Nevertheless, he let the halfblood take the reins and push him back onto the piano bench. Then he was straddled and his hands immediately went to the other's waist as he sank down onto him over and over again. "Fuck, you're so..." He couldn't even finish his sentence before Viktor was spilling across his chest and on his chin. His immediate reaction was to use his thumb to wipe the seed away from his chin and bring it to his tongue. As he swallowed, he looked up at the nephilim's bare frame and sat up with a devious smile on his lips. "I think you need to get on your knees. You did all the work already. You might as well continue."

Frustration fed the awkwardness of the position as Viktor bucked his hips backwards against Harellan as the nephilim rocked against him and buried the hollowborn's cock within. Still, Harellan wasn't going to give him what he wanted which meant that Viktor didn't have much choice left but to take it. Too sexually frustrated to let this game go on, Viktor pushed off enough to push Harellan's ass onto the piano bench. "So, fucking, naughty," came the dismissive shake of Viktor's head. His hand found the other's jaw before he pushed the man's back flat against the bench before he straddled the other's waist, if the man wanted to edge then he could play with himself once Viktor was done. "you want me to do all the work? Fine." Came the nephilim's curt remark, torture was a favourite pastime of his, Harellan could see how far Viktor was willing to go as he took the weight of the other inside of him with full and complete force. A hand on Harellan's ample chest while another wrapped around his beading cock as he furiously pumped himself up and down, riding the hollowborn under his grip until he was spilling across the man's abdomen - firing enough to clip Harellan in the chin. He stopped immediately as relief washed over him even as the hollowborn was still buried within. When the nephilim stood off he arched his back as if to stretch, his eyes flickered over Harellan's messy frame; that swollen length between his thighs looked hard enough to cut glass at this point. "So, should I leave you like that or did you want to start begging now?" It was an obvious joke, at least to him, but Viktor was not above leaving the other with blue balls.