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Of all the people Gavin had loved through the years, only his father had loved him back. Even now, with all he'd done to get his sibling out of prison, all they saw in him was failure; what Gavin failed to mention was that the original plan had Melissa dying, not wearing a bulletproof vest.

In all of this, Melissa was the only one he failed. And yet it was Melissa who drew him closer-- in the touch of their hands, in the weight of her cheek against his palm. She looked so fucking beautiful like this, and when her touch fell away, he hadn't thought to remove his hand.

"I don't know about being good," he murmured, "but it has to mean something that you fit so well in my hand."

The way she shifted in his hold confirmed suspicions he'd only been hoping for (and in the moment it didn't matter that his sibling called him out for it, nor that the police knew he was attached-- not when Melissa felt the same way, not when she was looking at him so intently). As Melissa leaned in, Gavin met her halfway, and the hand on her cheek was matched by its twin as he held her on either side.

Nobody else deserves you, he thought, pressing firm into Melissa's space as their mouths sought that perfect slide of lips on lips. Gavin had heard her voice break as she called her ex-husband, disappointed in how he handled their children; Melissa was never meant to be so sad, so overlooked.

When their mouths separated, Gavin's thumbs stroked either side of Melissa's cheekbones, the look in his eyes intense with certainty. Her eyes were liquid honey, practically molten in the low light, and he couldn't look away.

"I can look after you," he promised.

Then he kissed her again, shameless and certain. One hand slid down, caressing the side of Melissa's neck as he sucked lightly at her bottom lip.

Gavin's lips brushed hers as he spoke between kisses, gentle despite how frayed his nerves felt. He wasn't supposed to make any decisions, not when his sibling was still around, and yet-- "Come with me when this ends, Melissa. When it's safe, we'll pick your children up, and I swear I'll look after them, too."

Just don't leave me.

"I'll make you happy, baby. I promise."

Thumb brushing the corner of Melissa's mouth, Gavin's tongue curved against her lips in a silent plea for her to part them for him.

The woman found herself nodding to Gavin's words; it was a sound plan alright, and everything they discussed so far had worked. Even if she had blacked out after the fall to the ground and her body throbbed from the bullet impact - she was alive. He had promised to keep her safe and so far, he had done nothing to disprove it. It was the police that Melissa distrusted - and the asshole of a Prime Minister gambling with their lives as if they were worth nothing.

The touch to her hair was surprising - but not unpleasant; it stilled the woman for a second, eyes closing while Melissa exhaled the air from the lungs slowly, steadying her nerves. When eyelids opened and the brunette gazed at her captor again, there was a smile on her face and a warm glow in the secretary's honeyed eyes - she knew he meant it.

"I know. You already did that," it was then that Gavin's hand was gently caught by hers, Melissa using that hold to keep his palm in place and allowing to press her left cheek against it. The warmth and softness of another body contrasted with the coldness of the stainless steel used for the deposit boxes and the hard floor; in all her time working for the bank, Melissa had never been within the vault for so many hours... Now, it was starting to become cozy.

"You dragged me out of there even with they shooting at you and believing me dead, didn't you?" the girl asked quietly, never raising her voice above a whisper despite the weight of their words. Melissa's breathing turned shallower than it had been a moment before, but it had nothing to do with the closed vault or the tension surrounding them - her hand was not trembling, and she did not look afraid in the slightest.

"I trust you, Gavin. I meant what I said on the phone earlier - you're not a monster. You have a good heart," the brunette nodded, only then allowing his hand to slip away from her visage, but unwilling to let the man out of her sights. The warm glow of the lamp nearby was almost enough to lure them into a sense of false privacy, as if there were no other souls but for their own, laying bare secrets and intentions.

Melissa then moved forward - rather boldly given the injuries sustained, but the effort was worth the strain when her hands found his shoulders and she used it as leverage to bring herself closer. The air both of them were breathing began to mingle, the body heat seemingly no longer contained by the layers of clothing. There was a sharp inhale, as if that was supposed to be the indication of a decision being made - and then Melissa finally gave meaning to that pause by kissing him on the lips, as if he hadn't kept her under the aim of a gun not even 24 hours before that.

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Another Woman, Hannah Bonner

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"Do you feel any differently this time?" Melissa murmured to Gavin, voice barely over a whisper to the point she was forced to stand impossibly close to him out of fear of being heard. Under the dimmed lights of the vault, one could almost mistake it for a private chamber of another sort, silent except for the occasional rhythmic breathing of one of her fellow colleagues being asleep.

Not Melissa - not the secretary; even if her body ached in a way she had never experienced before and a dull, continuous pain irradiated from her lower back. The brunette remained kneeling on the floor, facing her captor attentively - he looked different without the wig used to pretend to be someone else. With sunglasses and fake hair gone, there was a sincerity in his eyes that had been growing more and more intense over their shared hours.

"About prison, I mean. Do you think we will make it?" the question went out before she could process it properly, gaze lingering at his mouth - only to realize what she had been doing and to tilt her head back up, staring back into his eyes, "All of us?"

— from @stingslikeabee, unprompted.

Gavin's voice was soft, but not any less incredulous as he looked down at Melissa's face. "'All of us'?"

He couldn't lie-- the question made his heart flutter. He'd already told her the plan his sibling cooked up, that they were hoping to take all their hostages, including the "corpse" that Melissa had become, but the story always ended with goodbye.

Do you think all of us will make it? implied Melissa would stay even beyond their hypothetically successful escape. The thought of having her for longer thrilled him like nothing else, so much so that he had to swallow the joyous noise bubbling up his throat.

What a world it'd be if she chose him, in the end.

"The plan makes sense," he said then, which wasn't much of an answer, but was all he could give. "The only thing missing now is whether the cops'll hold up their end of the bargain.

"Are you worried?" Delicately (because Melissa was already hurt, because she wasn't supposed to be hurt, because she told everyone Gavin wasn't a monster and meant it all the same), his fingers tucked the few locks of hair out of place behind Melissa's ear. "You don't have to be. I'll protect you no matter what."

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Everything was always easier said than done. Jonny's long, nimble fingers wrapped around him and Gavin was nearly lost-- he always was, really, whenever Jonny touched him. His boyfriend's perfect hand made him want more than anything else in the world.

So he didn't deny him when they kissed and the soft touch of his tongue came. How could he, when Jonny was so perfect? Gavin's lips parted and their tongues pressed together, curling against each other to make friction here as their eager hands did the same.

Gavin could feel Jonny swell against his fingertips. His clit was round in its hood, and made even easier to play with as he drew wetness from his hole to that sensitive flesh. His cock twitched against his palm, moisture beading at the tip, and the moment Jonny became wise to it and slicked his strokes with that mess, Gavin moaned into his mouth and pushed his middle finger into Jonny's heat in turn.

"Shit," he breathed, drawing his hand back before pushing his finger back in all the way, "this feels so..."

The word different went unspoken.

When their clothes were on, there was only so much they could do. Lying bare like this, Gavin felt every inch of Jonny's pussy clinging onto his finger as he pulled out to the last knuckle, then felt as much as heard the wet squelch of his slick as he sank back in. Two fingers had him stroking Jonny's walls, up and up and up until the last knuckle, and in the same shameless way his fingers moved, so too did his cock push into the ring of Jonny's fingers.

"M'gonna open you up..." Head dipping, he watched his fingers disappear into Jonny's cunt, shivering as he slowly spread them apart inside of him. Gavin's own cock throbbed at the sight, drooling pre-cum on the side of Jonny's fist.

"You're so" -- eyes flicking back up to Jonny's face, Gavin's fingers came together and curved upward -- "so tight."

There were moments in their relationship in which Jonny had to wonder if Gavin could somehow read his mind, and this was one of them. Cheeks flushed a pretty shade of red, he looked up at Gavin with a stunned, yet dreamy gaze. Jonny was relatively certain that he was faring well in hiding his nerves, and yet, Gavin seemed to know he needed a bit of support.

Then again, Gavin's always known him better than anyone.

With a soft gasp and slight nod in agreement as he felt his boyfriend's fingers begin to stroke between his own legs, Jonny licked his lips and wrapped his fingers around Gavin's length.

"Nothing we haven't done before," he repeated under his breath as he began to stroke Gavin's hardening cock.

He mimicked Gavin's pace with his own ministrations, staring up into his features with an absolute awe gleaming in his eyes. His free hand wrapped around the back of his neck, thumb stroking along his vertebrae as he memorized each and every part of his face. Jonny wanted to always remember the way his eyes shown brighter than the stars cluttering the sky behind him, how the longer strands of his hair fell over his face.

Jonny's heart swelled in his chest and despite the tightness and difficulty breathing, he couldn't help but smile.

If Gavin allowed it, he pulled him down so their mouths could meet. The way Jonny kissed him was nothing short of loving; it was even reverent in each gentle stroke of the petals of his mouth against Gavin's own.

The tip of his tongue peaked out and delicately licked against the line of his lips, silently inviting him however hungrily he desires. His heart and soul were already Gavin's; it was nice to finally be able to offer his body to him, too.

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Quill held him with such reverence it could make Gavin cry. He took the kiss, chasing Quill's mouth each time the motion of their bodies made him shift away. Then Quill was begging, breathy and miserable and desperate, and Gavin's wandering hands drifted until they sought home on the juts of his hips.

"I'm yours." There was a gasp at the tail end of that, pleasure striking the line of Gavin's spine as Quill sank in time with the upward drive of his cock. Gravity pulled Quill down, made him press flush to Gavin's hips, and Gavin's head tilted slightly to the side as he throbbed with need inside him.

Oh, fuck.

Hands finding that spot between waist and hip, it took whatever control Gavin had left not to force Quill to follow his whims. There was power in this: in the way Quill rode him, in knowing that each twist of his body was deliberate in its cause. Quill lifted and fell, wetness welled inside and dripped onto Gavin's flesh, and all he could do was move in time with him.

"I promise," he breathed, legs spreading as his knees bent. With most of his trousers still on there was only so much he could do; Gavin's thumbs pressed into Quill's stomach, rubbing up and down in time with the movement of his length inside him. "I'll fill you up, darling.

"I'll make you sweet" -- slap -- "and round" -- slap -- "like we've been dreaming. My poor boy." Moaning, his thumbs pushed deep in an upward slide, mimicking the balls deep thrust of his dick. "I wanna knock you up so fucking bad."

Gavin's nose nudged at Quill's cheek, lips catching his in a kiss before his teeth scraped over soft skin. He thrust, and thrust, and shoved himself up until he felt Quill's body sing above him-- in his muscles, in the arch of his back, in the squeeze of that dripping pussy around him.

All that was left was to make every stroke after slide home the same way.

"Make me come, Quill." Sweating and panting, Gavin smiled, the gesture almost tender as his mouth drifted to kiss a pointed ear. "Yeah? Earn your first load so I can give you more."

Quill gasped. The feeling of Gavin's hand over the most ( sacred ) part of his new body combined with the pressure of his stiffening cock inside of the vampire almost made Quill dizzy with delight. He allowed his brow to rest against Gavin's while he recovered from that — though he knew it would all be in vain given the way he felt just having Gavin's half - hard.

❝Our pups,❞ Quill repeated, awe in his voice. The vampire's hand rose, and a nail traced the top of Gavin's throat, as if he was silently pleading with the younger man to say those two little words again ( and again, and again, and — ).

With every thrust of Gavin's, Quill became more convinced that they would conceive this time. Tomorrow evening, he would not wake up feeling unfulfilled and angry ; there would be something growing in the barren place within him that ached every moment it remained empty. Quill pictured his shaking hands on Gavin's body, urging him awake to deliver the news. The image of their celebration was terribly clear ... he had dreamt of it so often that he could do it now with his eyes open.

❝Yeah, yeah,❞ Quill agreed, palm against Gavin's cheek. He stole a kiss before he continued. Strands of hair floated around his vision, tossed by the rocking of the vampire's form. The rhythmic sound of their union resonated in his ears, wet and bordering on thunderous.

❝You can't leave me tonight,❞ he whispered. ❝Please, Gavin — you gotta stay here and fill me up until I fucking burst. I need it coming out, there's that much ... and maybe we'll have enough.❞

Breathless, he begged. Quill's red eyes were large, hopeful, and damp ; it was clear that he believed in what he said. ❝I can take it. I can take it. Please, Gavin.❞ The last words were practically choked out. Quill sank low, unable to help the way he weakly nudged into his lover's jaw. ❝I want our pups m - more than anything.❞

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The press of Quill's nose to his cheek earned a crooked smile. Gavin's hand rose on instinct, curving over the nape of his neck (possessive, mine), and with each kiss he tilted his head to offer his pet as much access as he needed.

"Ah..."

As it always did, the wet heat of Quill's body made him sigh in something closer to relief than pleasure. This was when Gavin felt most whole: buried in his lover, connected so intimately they blurred. His length twitched inside him, the hand on his neck drifting down his spine, and with his palm in the small of Quill's back, the other settled gently over his stomach.

It'll work because I dreamed it, right?

Dragging lower, Gavin's palm caressed the spot he knew Quill's empty womb was hidden away from him.

"Yes," he murmured, pressing down into his belly as his hips rolled up. His cock rubbed against those soft walls, slowly thickening where he was buried in him, and when he leaned in he gently nudged their noses together.

"This is what you were made for, my love. I know it."

Gavin's kiss was gentle, and almost innocent if not for the wet shift of his length as he began thrusting. Pleasure curled hotly in his stomach, burning ever brighter the more he fucked him.

"It's why your body changed, why you were brought to me. I'm going to make you so full-- you just have to keep taking it until this body learns."

Tucking his forehead against Quill's temple, Gavin cooed, "Our pups'll be so beautiful. Like you."

Quill's eyes lifted as Gavin neared. Their color was a deep red, like an aged wine under a cast shadow. In the evening light, their dark irises had merged with the slivers of black that Quill possessed for pupils — and so they became twin inky pools with an occasional glimpse of scarlet. Gavin drew close enough to touch Quill, and the vampire's gaze grew even hungrier. His head turned, following Gavin physically back along the bed. Once the human was settled, Quill sank forward to all fours.

He didn't remember shedding his clothes. Quill's button - down shirt ( easier with his collar ), trousers, and poor soaked panties landed in a pile on the floor nevertheless ; the thump of each piece was distant to the creature, whose senses only seemed able to focus on Gavin.

Quill crawled over him, and his chain moved across the bed. He nosed into Gavin's cheek first and inhaled the scent of him greedily. The warmth of his skin sent a shudder along the vampire's spine. Soft brown hair brushed Gavin's face while Quill deposited short kisses to the edge of his jaw and neck. As always, he was mindful of his fangs.

❝Yeah, love,❞ Quill uttered back. A hand reached between them to help hold Gavin's cock while he lined himself up. It was so natural now, though, that he didn't have to stare. Instead, Quill tipped his face toward Gavin, allowing him to see the surge of pleasure that came with welcoming Gavin in no matter his state.

❝It'll work this time,❞ the vampire breathed, palm falling to the furniture. The low, wet noise that accompanied him settling in place made him whimper. ❝It'll work, because I — I dreamed it.❞ Quill's voice regained that pleading edge again, and his next question was issued pitifully. ❝... right ?❞

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Many things excited him about Quill's presence in his life, but none were as thrilling as the way the vampire missed him when he was away. It was always so fucking visceral: the way he looked, the way he acted-- hell, even the way he smelled. The sound of his chain link clinking as it fell from between his teeth made Gavin's stomach twist; this creature was his, and he was hungry, and he'd made himself bleed fucking himself open again.

"Do you think it's a sign?" was the first thing he said, calm despite the way his eyes roamed over Quill's form as he approached. Despite the lack of flushed wanting, the tremble in his body said everything. Poor, broken baby.

"You know what they say about prophetic dreams."

His necktie came undone, suit jacket shrugged off and tossed to hang over a nearby chair. Gavin's waistcoat followed. He hadn't intended to be out this long-- had grown restless, even, in the moments of reprieve he had at work-- but at least his lateness wasn't without reward. Having made it to the edge of the bed, Gavin set one knee atop it. Two fingers traced the moisture on Quill's thigh.

Sucking that mix of slick and blood off, Gavin sighed. Even the decay in Quill's blood was nectar to him.

"Maybe it'll work better if I get hard inside of you." It was a lie and they both knew it. Still, Gavin crawled until he could prop himself up against the headboard, fingers working his trousers open and tugging the garter of his underwear down to expose the soft length of his cock.

"Come here, love."

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[ 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 ] : sender helps receiver to have an orgasm.

Quill looked up as Gavin came in. He was a mess : usually sluggish breathing issued in pants, hair wild, and the strong chain connected to his collar clenched between his teeth to keep him quiet. The vampire's glittering eyes widened, and he felt the two fingers he had curled inside of himself stop.

Fuck, the scent of his slick was so thick in the room that there was no way Gavin didn't smell his need — so Quill thought, as if the sight of him hunched forward on the mattress with his pants pushed to his knees and that terrible look wasn't damnation enough.

Quill spat out the chain and removed his hand. He resisted the urge to moan at the sight of his sharp nails, wet with a pink slime. It was impossible for him not to cut himself. The sting was worth it, though, when he was this desperate.

❝You were late, sexy,❞ the vampire accused. Soft, broken, pleading. Quill bowed his head, palms pressed to his bare and shaking thighs. ❝— and I was dreaming about you. We'd done it, and I ... finally was going to give you a kid. I was all fat 'n sweet with it, the way we talk about ...❞ Quill's lip trembled, and he tried not to issue any vocalization again. The cool air against his aching core was driving him mad. Quill did his best not to think about the moisture trailing down the insides of his legs. The blood expelled by his healing tissues always made it run.

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Almost childishly, Gavin pointed out, "You aren't naked, though.

"You still have your shirt on."

Grinning, he kissed the corner of Jonny's mouth. In the same confident way he'd led his boyfriend's hands to his shirt, he set his own hand atop Jonny's, giving just enough pressure for him to curve his palm over the swell of his clearly eager dick.

"You can take it off just 'cause I like you, though."

So Gavin shifted positions, hands moving onto the blanket beneath Jonny's body to hold himself up properly. He watched, transfixed and admiring all at once, as Jonny's fingers worked the button and zip of his cargo pants down.

"You got it," he encouraged him, corners of his eyes crinkling fondly as Jonny worked both pants and underwear down. By now they'd both touched each other enough times-- he'd come plenty of times into Jonny's fist, moaning into his own palm to keep from making noise in the boys' dorms-- and though Gavin told himself that it wasn't as if Jonny was seeing anything new, the tips of his ears warmed all the same once he was exposed.

Gavin lowered himself again once he'd kicked his pants off, knees settling between Jonny's legs and hands keeping him high. The pose was familiar; he'd rubbed up against Jonny before, after all.

Seeing them both naked, though, made his stomach flip. His half-hard erection was hovering over Jonny's body, and if Gavin shifted his hips just right, lowering himself to the ground would have his cock settling in the crook between Jonny's groin and thigh.

Swallowing, he allowed his gaze to drift back up to meet Jonny's. "Thank you, baby."

And even if pet names were still new to him, saying it aloud in this context made his pink cheeks lift some as he smiled.

"You should touch me," Gavin said, one arm holding himself upright as the other trailed its nails from Jonny's left knee up the inside of his thigh. Bare, bare, bare-- this wasn't him slipping his hand into Jonny's underwear, and without that layer of clothing he could cup his hand over Jonny's pussy without worrying about breaking any garters.

He brought that hand up briefly to spit on his fingers, then drew them low to stroke between Jonny's lower lips and rub circles into his clit. "Nothing we haven't done before, right?"

Gavin could call him beautiful a thousand times over and Jonny would still be as taken aback as he was the first time he'd said it. His cheeks run warm and he swears his heart stopped in his chest for a beat before picking up all too quickly as he stared wide-eyed at his boyfriend.

The only thing that snapped him out of the timid trance was the feeling of Gavin guiding Jonny to remove the off of himself- which he had done perhaps a smidgen too eagerly.

Though, he'd gotten rather bashful once more as his lower extremities began to be exposed. There was a shiver that coursed through him as his cunt felt the cool night air brush against it, and everything became all the more real. Yet, despite how wracked his nerves were, he knew well enough to move his legs, even toeing his shoes off, so Gavin could remove the articles from his appendages as smoothly as possible.

"I love you, too," he responded, though, his heart was pounding so loudly in his ears, he couldn't be certain how audibly it actually came out.

Taking a moment to calm himself, he closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, focusing simply on the feeling of Gavin's nose against his neck. Closing his eyelids, he hummed softly at the mention of his own scent.

"Me?" he responded fondly, turning to bury his nose into his boyfriend's locks. "I think you smell good."

And it was true. He adored the musky yet homelike aroma that Gavin gave off. Jonny adored even more how much more he smelled of it in that moment. He's truly lucky that he's around Gavin as often as he was. He wasn't certain he'd feel whole without that scent filling his nostrils as frequently as it had.

Jonny licked his lips as he finally managed to calm himself down enough that he was certain he wasn't going to humiliate himself quite yet.

With a press of his lips to the top of Gavin's head, a hand reached down towards the other's pants. With an attempt to meet his gaze, he gently murmured, "Can I?" Though timid, the corners of his lips still quirked upwards as he added, "It hardly seems fair that I'm the only one naked."

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A thrill ran through him at Harmony's desire-- clear in the press of her hand and the arch of her back, if not in the wetness that coated his fingers.

But Gavin nipped Harmony's ear in warning, and what came out of his lips was: "Patience."

The tip of his middle finger moved up, dancing around the hood of Harmony's clitoris where the engorged flesh began to swell.

"I need you to get a bit more wet for me, Harmony."

So his fingers continued to play, callused flesh sliding down her clit to collect the mess at her heat, then rising back up where they came. His thumb and index pinched at a nipple, pulled until the flesh slid free past his fingers, and in the back of Gavin's mind he wondered whether there would be anything left for his girl to give him here, too.

Lord fucking almighty, she made him so hungry.

Teeth at her ear, Gavin felt the dip of her head as Harmony saw herself and found it impossible to stifle his grin. He sucked on her lobe, parted his fingers over her exposed clit before both fingers shook side to side against it, and held her breast in one palm to knead. Gavin squeezed and Harmony's flesh rounded between his fingers; he sucked her neck and felt her juices flick wetly in the cloth of her panties.

Delicious.

"How long have you been thinking about it, my love?" he whispered, touch drifting low. Gavin's middle finger slid upward into her body, feeling the soft heat of Harmony inside.

"About my hands in you. About them reaching where no-one else has."

That finger pushed in and pulled out, coaxing Harmony's muscles to loosen. More of her spilled out as he withdrew.

"Does it make you as happy as I was, imagining your blood all over me?"

❝Did it ever really hurt ?❞ Harmony countered softly. Under his hands, her body moved eagerly ; her spine arched enough to push her breast further into Gavin's touch. Harmony allowed her eyes to close as she soaked him in — shit, it was almost overwhelming. The smell of him around her, the alluring voice in her ear, the feeling of him teasing her most sensitive places.

Harmony's tongue swiped over her lower lip. ❝There was only joy, Gavin ... even when you cut me. Especially then.❞ She gasped and whimpered when her hips shifted over his lap. Harmony fancied that she could hear how wet she became as his fingers continued to indulge her, setting off an electric current that ran up through the entirety of her. ❝Our children are perfect, and you are perfect, and ...❞

Her fingers slid down her front and laid on top of his briefly. Harmony pushed gently at Gavin's hand, encouraging him forward. Deeper. Inside, if he would humor her. It was selfish of her to demand such things, and she silently invited him to reprimand her for it if he desired. She was amazed that she hadn't soaked through her shorts and onto his pants by now — and, fuck, wouldn't it be amazing if she did ? What better proof was there that she adored him so much that she was physically desperate for him ? Would he like that ?

Harmony allowed her gaze to open just enough to look at her own situation. The sight of her aching figure tangled up in Gavin's limbs made her moan, low and soft. ❝Please. Do whatever you want, I — you can cut me again, if that would mean your hands were inside. I have to be ... one with you. Any way.❞

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Ethan Hawke photographed by Gregori Civera, 2011.

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Friction wasn't new, not any more. Since the first time they'd fooled around in their room, friction with Jonny became one of Gavin's most favourite things in the world. The leg that wrapped around him was practised (we learned this together), the needy touch of Jonny's hands was familiar, and when Gavin pushed the buttons of Jonny's shirt out of each fastened state, he slid either side of it away to admire the beautiful body beneath him.

"Jonny." Gavin almost sounded pained, fingers trailing slowly down the other boy's torso as he gazed upon him in awe. He'd seen Jonny naked before, but not like this-- not with the context of knowing they were going to be real lovers. Gavin's hand curved over his waist, thumb tracing circles into the softness of his belly, and slid lower to hook into the garter of his pants.

I'm going to make love to him.

The thought made him bite back a whimper.

"You're beautiful, Jonny."

In the interest of fairness, Gavin brought Jonny's hands to his own shirt, guiding him to pull the fabric off his head. This wasn't the first time he was naked in front of him, either, but his heart raced in his chest all the same.

As it always did when they were intimate, Jonny's scent sweetened in his nose. Gavin pressed their foreheads together, kissing his boyfriend's nose, and lips, and the column of his throat.

"I love you." Hands on Jonny's hips, he slid the garter of his pants lower, exposing inch after inch of creamy skin. Gavin nosed the spot Jonny's scent gland lay on his neck, hands curving around the tops of his thighs and sliding low to push those pants further down.

He sighed. "You smell so good."

A soft sound of fell from his lips and onto Gavin's as he heard his boyfriend say his name. And when the command came, it was easy for him to obey and spread his legs widely enough that Gavin could settle between them with ease.

Strings of moans pulled from Jonny's chest as he felt the other's hand begin to explore, but it was the squeeze to his neck that made him fully melt into Gavin.

It was no secret that Jonny liked knowing he was Gavin's, but there was something about the way Gavin delicately reminded that he owned Jonny. Jonny was Gavin's for as long as he should live no matter what happened, heart and soul until his final breath.

"Can't wait to feel you inside of me, Gav," Jonny breathed into the kiss as he rolled his hips upwards and against the front of Gavin's.

The thought of finally feeling Gavin without any obstruction of clothes was thrilling. Jonny had oft wondered what it would feel like to have his boyfriend inside of him, with plenty of wonderful dreams to help fodder the imagination. He didn't want to rush the moment at all, but he couldn't help the desire that began to burn through him. They'd finally be joined completely, becoming one in a way they'd never been before. It was beyond enticing.

Though, as to not be overzealous, Jonny followed Gavin's movements and pace, but he could never stop himself from arching up into the hand fondling his chest or wrapping a leg around Gavin's waist as if to keep him from changing his mind and leaving.

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Jacob looked so small like this, so sad. As tears trailed down his cheeks it took everything in Gavin not to let his breath hitch in his throat. Poor, poor thing.

Even as those tears fell, though, it was astounding that Jacob was concerned for the man that caused them. Gavin wanted to say he didn’t deserve it—the rough treatment Jacob received meant that Erik lying unconscious was a blessing. There was much worse Gavin could have done, if worse had happened, and he would have done it with a smile.

(You’re beautiful, and no-one should hurt you.)

But the boy was good, through and through. And what sort of person would he be if he allowed that goodness to be hurt by his own need for revenge?

So Gavin offered a comforting smile. “The community centre isn’t too far.” It was a few feet away, even; he supposed if anything good was to come of this, it would be that Erik had his fit close enough to somewhere relatively trustworthy. “I can pick him up and we’ll take him to security.

“We’ll say he got lightheaded and passed out.”

It technically wasn’t a lie.

“Let’s go together, yeah? I’d feel better if we did.”

like a pitiful moth drawn to a flame, jacob visibly relaxes as gavin draws closer to him. his breathing comes easier, but it's hard for jacob to tear his stare away from erik, laying limp on the ground. passersby raise an eyebrow, some reach for their phones, and the collar of jacob's shirt begins to feel tight and claustrophobic.

it does hurt. he likely won't even bruise, maybe left with some aches, but his mind is alight with the grating, rich orange of erik's touch. there's no effort made to avoid crying, and when he blinks, the tears fall.

"um— yeah, it's—" reset, jacob. there are a few deep breaths taken and the shock leaves his features as he cleanses the canvas of his mind. scrubbing the texture of erik out of his memory, bleaching the colors from the fabric— best he can, anyway.

"...he hurt me." his voice is quiet and matter of fact. his nod is subtle. "we should call someone, right?" crisis response is what he's trained for, but in this moment, he's looking up at his client, his friend and waiting for guidance.

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It had been tempting, that first time he'd seen the cunt so sweetly set between Megatron's legs, to just use him. Though the presence of his womb had begun earlier, Gavin had never had a way to physically penetrate him in a way to seed without the aid of injections and mixtures and outside fertilisation.

He didn't need the narration, though the valiant efforts of his lover made him smile his trademark crooked one. It was only with Megatron, though, that his eyes lit up too.

Once Gavin's fingers had gotten slick with his darling's mess, he wasted no time pressing them into the emptiness inside him, one crossed over the other.

"No," was his initial answer, fingers uncrossing the deeper he pushed in to gradually spread that heat wider. Megatron had called it strange, but Gavin knew every inch of him-- knew the softness of his walls, and that if he curled his fingers just so he'd feel firmer muscle towards the top. He pulled back, pushed in, and used his other hand to cup the side of his lover's face and admire the look of him.

"There isn't any 'almost' about it. You're finished healing, sweetheart."

Gavin's thumb stroked the swell of Megatron's bottom lip before he bent to kiss it. "And you're beautiful. Mine."

His hand curved, palm pressed to Megatron's clit as his fingers paused inside him-- feeling every pulse, every squeeze. How hungry are you, darling? Could you be hungrier than me?

"We could make our child now... but you'll need to get wet enough for me." Gavin grinned, stepping fully between Megatron's legs as his hand cupped the side of his neck. Gone was the doctor, replaced by that helpless fool who always thought Megatron was the most perfect thing on Earth. Adoringly, his thumb stroked his lover's throat. "I mean, the lube's kind of far away."

And by that, he meant on a nearby counter, but surely neither of them wanted Gavin's fingers out, not when he was starting to fuck Megatron with them again.

Megatron finally allowed himself to touch Gavin. His fingers curled around the back of his lover and held fast to the younger man's shirt. Megatron's other hand reached up, seeking the top of his pillow. These two anchors would be enough to get him through these tests — and help him resist the urge to make this session less medically - focused. He pressed his head back with a soft growl. It came out breathy and weak - sounding, much to his displeasure.

[ think, he reminded himself, he needs feedback. ]

❝I DO,❞ Megatron answered, voice low. ❝I FEEL IT.❞ His lips turned up in a rare smile. ❝GAVIN ... I FEEL ALL OF IT.❞ The trembling of his legs and the way they tried to slide farther apart said the same. Gavin's touch on his clit had produced a sharper, almost burning sensation amid the pool of warmth. Megatron wanted more from his lover there, but he refused to ask out of respect for Gavin's craft.

Embarrassingly, though, just this simple play from Gavin was enough to make Megatron's need show itself physically. He felt moisture build along the length of him.

❝YOU MADE ME WET.❞ Megatron issued a soft groan. ❝THAT IS STILL STRANGE FOR ME. MY AROUSAL IS WARM, THEN COLD, THEN WARM.❞ In his present state, Megatron didn't think he could explain it any better than that. His fingers trailed up into Gavin's hair, and Megatron closed his eye.

❝AM I ALMOST READY ?❞ he asked, hushed ( as if this were some forbidden subject that he was broaching due to impatience ). ❝— I NEED YOU INSIDE OF ME. I NEED OUR CHILD.❞

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Oh, this was obscene. Gavin's heart sped up as Megatron's hand moved, blue irises following the hand that traced every inch of his new frame. With a quick peek of his own tongue, Gavin could picture the clean line that went across the underside of his belly, the line that went down the centre of his chest, and the twin curves that decorated Megatron's impressive pectorals with sober clarity.

It was stunning how lovely his mate was. Gavin smiled, fingers drifting higher up his lover's thigh to feel the soft line of his folds.

"That means everything is connected properly," came his calm explanation, fingers deftly rucking the soft cotton of Megatron's shirt high. He didn't bother hiding the pride he felt in it; around Megatron, there was never any need to pretend. "I'm glad.

"I wanted it to be pleasurable, putting our child in you."

The tips of his fingers lifted to his own mouth, Gavin's tongue peeked out to lick them, and when they descended shiny, he pressed them to the flesh of Megatron's clitoris, rubbing in that way he'd learned exposed it quickest. His other hand spread its fingers over Megatron's right breast, squeezing the new tissues there, and Gavin bent so that his tongue could press sweet, easy licks over the peak of his lover's other nipple.

"And this?" His breath was warm, puffing gently over flushed skin. "Do you feel this too, my love?"

Lips parting, Gavin sucked, and his eyes flicked upward to watch Megatron's face as he alternated between gentle kisses and steady pressure-- worshipping and feeding all at once.

Megatron gripped at his bedcovers. It was the only way to stop himself from reaching for Gavin — and the older man didn't know if he would shove his lover away or pull him into the bed. The heat between his legs had risen up to his belly while Gavin tested the sensitivity of his nipple.

❝NO PAIN,❞ Megatron replied first, silver eye fixed to Gavin's face. ❝IT IS DIFFERENT THAN BEFORE YOU CUT : MORE PLEASURABLE.❞ He inhaled shakily. ❝STRONGER.❞

Finally, Megatron released one of his hands. It trembled ever so slightly as he moved it down his figure. The firm and well - defined muscle of his youth had been replaced by softer flesh marked with the evidence of his dedication to Gavin. Fleetingly, he thought that he would never wish this undone. He was perfect now, even as he bit back a guttural vocalization when his fingertips pressed into the skin of his groin. Megatron shifted his hips and opened his legs wider again, to the degree he provided Gavin with before Megatron's nipple became a point of interest. His eye moved to Gavin's touch on the inside of his thigh ( try as he might to ignore it for a moment ).

❝MY BODY IS WARM,❞ Megatron confessed. He moved his fingers as he spoke, dragging them up his torso to demonstrate the path the strange sensation seemed to take. ❝FROM HERE ... TO HERE ... TO HERE.❞ From his new core, suddenly alive with an all - too familiar tingling ; to the middle of his stomach ; to the breast Gavin held captive.

Megatron's scarred palms arose to cover his face and stifle a groan. If their present exchange was only a clinical matter, he might very well lose his mind to the anticipation this time.

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It may recognise you, as well.

Gav's face plates moved on instinct then, mouth pulling up in an expression of awe that matched the glint in his optics. Though he knew that this was their young, it was different to be told that the young thing in his mate's chassis would know it as well. To what degree could such a primal creature know anything? Gav's digits tapped rhythmically, reverently, over the maze that hid Megatron's Spark away, then slid so that he was gripping his mate's sides and resting his helm against his chassis once more.

"I don't know much," was his honest answer. Gav's optics flickered out as he focused all his sensors on the twin sensation of Megatron's Spark and the young one's beside it. "I barely remember my own years... I don't think there was much for me to process into memories."

In the times they'd interfaced, and their Sparks had mingled, Megatron had already caught a glimpse of what Gavillite believed to make up the light of his Spark. It was his work, his passion, his hopes for home; most of all, it was that unwavering, nearly obsessive loyalty to the Cybertronian he held now.

His own Spark crackled in his chest, endlessly curious of the little one hidden away from him.

"The Spark must grow, though, mustn't it?" He pulled back just enough to glance up, helm cocking to the side. "The AllSpark provided all, in the old days... but with these natural formations, how do Sparklings gain physical form?"

Megatron huffed, amused, in response to Gav's reaction. The expulsion of air through his helm came up from within, and he felt the little Spark crowd closer to his. It would come to understand this body and its mannerisms better, he expected. Still, the sudden movement and subsequent greater contact of their young made his optics brighten. Megatron closed them and rested his servos on Gavillite's form blindly.

❝IT IS VERY ALIVE,❞ he agreed. ❝— AND NEW.❞ Megatron willed his immense figure to relax, though it was strange for him to do so. In the peace that came from his effort, the faint pulse of the newest member of their family unit was even more apparent. Merely one second behind Megatron's own Spark, sweetly imitating him. It remained against his.

❝IT IDENTIFIED ME AS ITS CREATOR. THAT IS HOW I MET IT JUST NOW.❞ The silver - plated Cybertronian's digits dug into Gav. ❝WHEN IT IS ... DEVELOPED MORE, WHEN IT CAN LEARN —❞ Megatron's optics slid open slowly. They burned fiercely still, full of the raw energy that came with the near - combination of the souls in his Spark chamber. He looked down at his mate, growling softly. ❝WE WILL TELL IT YOU ARE ALSO ITS CREATOR. IT MAY RECOGNIZE YOU, AS WELL, IN TIME.❞

Megatron's digits squeezed, released, and fell away. He left himself available for Gav to touch, however. The stimulation was pleasant. ❝WHAT DO YOU KNOW, GAVILLITE ? OF SPARKLINGS ?❞

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In the many years they'd been together, Megatron was always receptive to touch. Sometimes Gavin likened him to a cat-- so appreciative of affection and attention so long as it came on his terms-- even if he never said so aloud. Because this aligned so deeply with his own interests (which, in the end, were simply various ways to make Megatron the focal point of his universe), Gavin was terribly fond of playing around it. He enjoyed carding his fingers through Megatron's hair, or giving him massages, or kissing his face and neck and every inch of that strong fucking body. Megatron held all his attention, and Gavin felt best when he was giving it.

This, though... this was different. Despite the familiarity of touch-- and Gavin had certainly played with Megatron's chest before-- what he was touching wasn't simply Megatron's body, but a body that he had created for him. There was something there about possession; so much of Megatron's insides were no longer the parts his parents gave him, but ones that Gavin had designed and filled him with. The womb that rested inside him, the alveoli in his chest, the new ducts and glands and everything in-between-- nobody would know Megatron more than Gavin for the rest of their days.

Not even Megatron himself.

More than his lover's complaint, the realisation of how much of Megatron he owned now made it impossible to stop himself from smiling. Even with the clothes on him and the flesh that covered his guts, Gavin knew intimately what he looked like on the inside: pretty, and pink, and full of more blood than the colour that rushed onto the apples of his cheeks.

"Is it?"

That exploratory finger rubbed up and down a nipple, so much rounder now than it had been. Gavin's thumb pressed and flicked until the flesh pebbled, nice and solid in a way that would make it so, so easy for their children to feed when they needed it.

"You should be more sensitive here," he mused, one hand settling on Megatron's thigh. In a manner so very unsubtle, he pushed it a half-inch wider, curious now of how connected Megatron's chest had become to his sex.

"Is it just good" -- Gavin pinched, pulled -- "or better than before?

"Any pain?"

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palm, testing out megs' nipple sensitivity after giving him those new parts.

Megatron had grown accustomed to this : laid back on the bed in Gavin's homemade clinic, dressed in nothing but his shirt and socks, while his lover inspected his bare lower half. The neat scars that were the proof of their shared dream snaked across Megatron's exposed skin.

These thin blankets were strangely comfortable now. He reached up and rubbed at his eye with the heel of his palm in a desperate bid to stay awake. The texture of the fabric under him ; the familiar touch of Gavin's fingers ; the sounds of the other man's footsteps ... it was all so relaxing. Megatron kept his hand over his gaze for just a moment, enjoying the darkness.

— but then he felt it. An arc of something new, of pleasure mixed with shock, at the pressure of Gavin's fingertip tracing a circle around his clothed left nipple. Those modifications had been the most recent to heal ( and, if Gavin was satisfied with Megatron's progress, would be the last ). Megatron grunted in surprise and grasped blindly for Gavin's wrist. He was too slow, though. The blood rushing through his system at the sudden stimulation gave Megatron a pretty flush around the tops of his cheeks. His silver eye was wide.

❝TEASE,❞ he accused, unable to hide the hitch of his breath. So much time had passed since the last time they ... but it would all be worth it soon. Megatron swallowed back the plea building in his throat and tried to stamp down the strange warmth between his legs. He kept wondering what it would feel like, in the dark of the nights between procedures, when they could finally lay together. ❝I ... ❞ Megatron shook his head in an effort to clear it and pressed back to the bed. ❝GO ON. IT'S NOT PAINFUL LIKE IT WAS, IT'S GOOD.❞