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making war just for fun (for first_rule)

The good news was, at some point before the end of the week, before hurting Jack, before most of the truly terrible thing he'd done, Dylan had realized he needed help. The bad news was this realization had hit during one of the lows, and he'd decided what he needed wasn't to be fixed, to regain his (mostly) moral high ground, but to sink entirely and stop having moments of conflict and hesitation. He also wanted to be able to keep this power, once the week was out, because really, what fun would the ultimate loss of what little light remained in him be if he was left largely impotent again, at the end of it all, half his magic still missing? What point would there be to finally wanting to throw his weight around here, without concern for who he hurt in the process, if he had no weight to actually throw?

And so he'd gone to one of the darker Agents. Attar, Loki -- take your pick, really. He'd made a deal for a couple of favors at a later date, none of which he had any intention of ever actually fulfilling, and after he'd walked away, he'd spent the rest of the week dealing with the final death throes of his morality, desperate flickers of panic and conscious, before it curled up and died entirely. Now, there was nothing holding him back, he had power overflowing at his fingertips, and all was well. Thankfully, he'd also leveled out to a certain degree, but only a little. He wasn't so hellbent on murdering Jack, now -- now, it seemed more sensible to try and turn him and the other Horsemen, first -- but destroying Teleios? Oh, that was certainly on the agenda.

Maybe he'd find Samuel and Bailey and, after making them suffer for the hurt they'd inflicted on him (maybe he'd force them to hurt themselves as he'd hinted at Daniel might be in store for Jack, his voice still and now forever a thing of power), find whatever little doom they planned to use on the city and make it his own. Maybe he'd just see what trouble he could get up to on his own or with the Horsemen. Maybe -- well, there were so many possibilities, really, and he had so many ideas.

Right now, though? First, he was going to have a drink. A toast to himself and to something actually going right in this hellhole for once.

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"When I figure it out -- " What reaction he was meant to have, he meant. " -- I'll let you know." It was an idle threat, no matter how dangerous his tone of voice when he offered it. Daniel had a point and he knew it.

Letting out an almost frustrated breath, he scrubbed a hand over his stubble. When he dropped it, he allowed, "But alright, fine. Take your time. Digest it. I've only had a week to get a handle on this shit, myself, but whatever."

Apparently that was all the time in the world. Never mind the fact that he had, in fact, forced Daniel to shoot him and then fucked him and that did change things. That was a hell of a lot faster than he'd been thrown into things. He'd only had to cope with his dying morality.

Edited 2015-03-19 21:54 (UTC)

Daniel scrubbed his hands over his face. He felt wrong, physically, and he wasn't sure what was right, and dammit but this day was just nine ways of wrong and he knew the right answer was to take Dylan being pissed at him, head to the brownstone and work his life out.

Except he didn't want to lose Dylan and the Horsemen. More than that, he wanted that look from Dylan again. He wanted him just sniffing his skin and growling in desire. He wanted it all back, even if he was the one that had just fucked it all up.

He pushed himself to his feet, using that momentum to close the distance between them. "Don't ever make me shoot you again, okay? I mean, seriously, that..." He shook his head. Dylan had literally taken his manhood, but the shooting him had been worse. "I don't like hurting you. I've worked not to hurt my friends, okay? Don't make me?"

He knew that saying it meant he might do it again, just to prove he could.

He moved in a step closer. "Wouldn't you have asked me the same thing if I had been lapping over your tits with a weird tongue thing?"

"Alright," he agreed after a moment of silence.

He supposed he could allow that. He didn't really want Daniel killing him however often, even if he could survive it. That would get real old, real quick for the inconvenience of it all, even if it would likely break Daniel more, make him more pliant, more willing to accept this as he slowly lost his mind. The first time was just to prove a point and if he really wanted to strip him of his sanity, well, he could think of better ways of doing it.

"And right now, probably not." Maybe before his own fall into darkness. Maybe before he'd made a deal, made this permanent. Maybe then, he would have been just as freaked out as Daniel -- probably even more so, if only for how hard he clung to his heterosexuality then, and fuck tits. Not now, though. Now, he couldn't help but look dimly, darkly amused as he glanced at Daniel. "Now, I'd probably wonder what else you could do with that tongue."

Give a hell of a blowjob, he figured, or make eating him out that much more interesting, assuming he had made him keep the pussy. Or, if he wasn't still half-hard and was feeling more violent -- well, he had visions of using his tongue to snap someone's neck at a distance.

It was a start, and Daniel felt good for that. He wasn't in any place to vouch for his sanity, and he didn't even want to try and think about it. He loved Henley, but he already wanted to reach out and run his hands over Dylan's chest, to tug lightly on those soft hairs and then rub his face against it even as he rode him.

Clearing his throat, trying to dismiss those fantasies, he knew that he had two options. He could let this go, hope that Dylan didn't dismiss him entirely - even as a Horseman - and try and not think about how good the encounter had felt or...

Or he could be the hedonist that Danny was capable of being.

Stepping closer, he ran his hand along Dylan's chest, lightly scratching his nails along his sternum. "And have you thought about what you could do with tat tongue?"

He was pushing his luck and he knew this was crazy. He should take it for the one night of insanity and move on. Except he wasn't sure he wanted to. He wanted to be wanted, and he thought maybe he had a chance here. Even if it was just offering his throat from time to time.

"I had a couple of thoughts, yeah. One sort of requires you to still have someone's shit between your legs, though, so that's out." Unless Daniel wanted to be a woman again so soon? "The other ... "

He let his eyes drift down to his cock, suggestively. He was sure Daniel could get where he was going with this. He wanted him to either ask him outright or beg again, though. Either would go a long way towards making up for being a killjoy just a few minutes ago.

Edited 2015-03-19 22:59 (UTC)

"I never want to know who you model that after either," he said, leaning in and tracing his tongue along the line of Dylan's collarbone. It was almost an offering, talking about it all and showing he was still interested in this. In Dylan.

Slowly Daniel's gaze lifted, staring into Dylan's gaze. "Are you offering to blow me?" He blinked at that, a bit stunned. "Because, yeah, so saying yes to that," he said. "Even with the creepy alien tongue," he said, smirking and sliding a hand along Dylan's waist to try and keep him from leaving at that joke.

"Pretty sure you did that one on your own," he answered distantly, on the heel of a small sound of pleasure.

He hadn't named a specific person to him to suddenly develop the cunt of, after all, hadn't thought about it, just wanting to be inside him. Maybe there was something subconscious there, some pushing him in whoever's direction, but -- that wasn't anyone he remembered fucking previously. He would have figured that that was Daniel's body's attempt at Henley's pussy, if not for the comment. Maybe it was, maybe he just didn't realize it. Maybe it wasn't. Who knew? Who cared, right now, really?

"But yeah, why not? I figure I owe you for that, either way." For making him into something else, not for the creepy alien tongue stunt. Not that he clarified, just let Daniel pull him close if only so he could press against him however briefly. "Unless you wanna blow me. I'd take that, too. I could even help."

By giving him the creepy alien tongue.

He paused, considering that. "Maybe I just did it for you then," he said, though he knew it was probably more pornstar than any real woman he knew. Even above Henley. This was Dylan, not her, and maybe that was why he hadn't wanted that voice, to have her there.

"Oh you owe me for the shooting thing," he said, meaning it. Later, after he had a heart attack over all of this, he might change his mind. For now though he's focusing on sex, and how good it was, and feeling desired. "But we'll work that out," he said, leaning in to nip at that ridge of Dylan's collarbone. He paused though, leaning back and meeting his gaze again.

He arched a brow. "Do you really think I need that tongue to drive you mad? Really?" Okay so maybe he thought Dylan was a bit already mad but that was another story. "I may be Henleycentric but..." He shook his head. He wasn't entirely open about his sexuality but it had to do with lot with his need to be wanted, to feel he was needed and less to do with parts. Maybe why he was okay with how much his life had changed in just a matter of moments.

"Trust me, Dylan. After this? You will owe me," he said, sinking to his knees.

Daniel had mastered so much with his tongue, knowing that his ability to please others would make him wanted. Both in knowing that the best blowjobs were not just about sliding over cock, as well as how to spend an hour licking without his jaw cracking.

"I don't really see you as a blowjob kind of guy," he answered, shrugging. Then again, though, Daniel had been pretty good about this whole thing so far, including the part where he had screwed with his sex and then just screwed him. Never mind the whole freakout over the tongue thing. Maybe he'd pegged him wrong. Maybe, again, he'd broken Daniel with all he'd done so far. Or maybe Daniel would just eat shit out of his hand (and probably the hands of others before him) just for some attention. Yeah, that was most likely.

"But if you've got something to prove, I'm not gonna stop you." And he wouldn't help, either, not in altering Daniel for his pleasure again or even so much as reaching for his fly to get it open. If he was going down on his knees for him, he wanted the whole experience.

And yeah, he'd still owe him one. Apparently, his sense of balance had remained to a certain degree, if only with a darker edge now.

"Just because I'm not on my knees for every jerk in a pair of tight jeans doesn't mean I'm not good at it," he said, chin lifting, getting defiant despite all that had gone, and all he was risking by talking back like that. "I just don't... Genitals aren't what matters most to me. Never came up because, you know, Henley and not like I was getting on my knees for McKinney," he said, making a face and rolling his eyes.

Which was a lot of the truth. It just hadn't been relevant. Not in his mind.

"What do I have to prove? I'm the guy that just let you fuck his cunt," he said, making a face. "Yeah, saying that is weird," he said, even as his hands went to Dylan's fly, working it open with much steadier hands this time. "Guess I'm about to find out what I taste like," he said blandly. His calmness in all of this was probably already proof that his sanity had taken a blow that day. It might recover. If he's given a chance. Of course, that may well never happen.

Getting the zipper down, he sank to his knees even as he pushed down denim and underwear beneath until they caught at the width of Dylan's thighs. Looking up at this man who had changed his life, chased him relentlessly, and then given him everything in the world Daniel had been looking for, he licked a line up his own palm before wrapping it around the base of Dylan's cock. Not dropping his case, he leaned in and dragged his tongue over the head and then around beneath the flare of the head, playing over sensitive spots for his own enjoyment as well as Dylan's.

Yeah, he was definitely trying to prove something.

Dylan, perhaps surprisingly, didn't react all that badly to Daniel's backtalk this time -- instead, he just snorted, dimly amused. "Not sure how he would've felt if you'd offered."

He paused, shrugging, and as Daniel continued, he added, "You'll get used to it," as if he planned on making this a thing, forcing him to be something else so he could fuck him regularly. He probably did. Between his reactions as he'd changed, his want to watch, since he had missed the better part of the show the first time, Daniel's jeans still in the way, how he'd felt around him, hot and tight and perfect, and -- well, yeah. Had he mentioned how good that had been? There'd definitely be a repeat performance the next time he and Daniel went at it.

The thought was shelved for the time being as Daniel unzipped him, however -- there were more important things to worry about, right now. Like the fact that the idea Daniel was about to touch him and the sight of him on his knees was enough to make him hard in earnest. Even if Daniel was wrong, was terrible at this, well, it was kind of hard to fuck up a blowjob. So far, so good, though, he decided distantly, hips jerking into Daniel's hand as he curled around him. Something not all that far removed from a whimper followed when his tongue touched to sensitive skin.

He reached out, fingers fisting in Daniel's hair, a breathy, "God," slipping out of him.

He paused, smirking because it was a horrible thing to say in that moment but he couldn't help himself. "He'd probably be afraid I'd bite," he admitted, even as he ran his tongue over Dylan again.

What was leftover from Dylan fucking him was different than other girls he'd tasted, and he wasn't sure if that was him, or Dylan's own taste. It made him think about doing this another time, before they fucked, when all he would taste was the man standing over him, fisting his hair.

Which was enough encouragement to make him go back to what he was doing. Of course, he wasn't giving in easily, knowing he had something to prove. It was Danny's second downfall to his desire to be needed, and that was never to be shown up.

His hand twisted at the base, not stroking up and down on his shaft, but teasing at the root, even as the tips of his fingers brushed just along the top edge of his sac. Licking and nuzzling, all tongue and lips as he brushed the head, ran his barely open mouth along the shaft before tracing the thick vein from head to root with his tongue.

Not that he didn't dip lower, nuzzling at the weight of Dylan's sac, moaning as he lapped at the skin there. In truth he liked the scent, musky and sweet at the same time, making Daniel moan as he canted his head once more to look up at Dylan, liking the way it made his hair pull against the other man's grasp.

"You bite me, I'll -- "

Probably destroy him horribly. Make him a woman, permanently. Make him some sort of literal monster, all spines and wings and mindlessness. Something along those lines. He never got as much out, however, the statement cutting off into a moan as Daniel went back to work. Christ, just -- fuck.

Shaking his head faintly, the gesture almost reflexive, his fingers scrabbled in and out of Daniel's hair, needy and a little rough. He shifted a little, not quite bucking against him but clearly wanting to, straining against it, and let out a breath he hadn't been aware he'd been holding. If he didn't look at Daniel when he looked up at him, well, it probably had something to do with the fact that his eyes were closed, fluttering.

"Daniel," he managed to choke out, not much more than a growl.

The thing was, he wouldn't bite him. He had no desire to ruin things, to hurt Dylan. It was why the shooting had bothered him so much. Daniel might like destroying people with words, but as the cards had told, he was a lover not a fighter. Or so he liked to believe, even if he had constantly ruined love in his life.

Now though he was worried about lust, about pleasure and pleasing another. Later he'd show bites that felt good, peppery soft bites along his thighs, the curve of a hip. That was later though. Now was focusing as his gaze dropped, pausing to feel pleased with himself to get that sound from Dylan.

Then his lips parted, sliding them over the head of Dylan's cock. Swirling his tongue around the tip as he sank down until his lips slipped beneath the ridge. Pausing then to suckle gently, hand moving in a gently, barely moving stroking motion as he let himself slid down further, slowly, tongue along silken flesh, wetting and tasting all at the same time.

"Fuck," Dylan hissed, fingers digging into Daniel's scalp for a moment before releasing. It couldn't help it. Nor could he help the way his hips jerked shallowly and despite his best efforts as Daniel took him into his mouth. Okay, so, maybe he was somehow good at this. Better, likely, than Dylan himself would be at it, magic tongue or no.

"Daniel -- Jesus."

Anything else was lost to a rather undignified whimper. Well, at least he wasn't begging. Yet.

The desire to please, that same drive that had led to hours on hours of working and practicing translated to more than just cards and magic. When Daniel put his mind to something, he could go after it with a singleminded determination that led to many downsides, but the upside was things like this.

Like knowing it wasn't just mouth and tongue but hands as well. Which was why his free hand slid up along Dylan's thigh, curving around it so his fingers brushed the curve of the other man's ass and then to brush beneath his balls, rubbing against that tender spot there.

Even as he shifted up higher on his knees. Pausing, nearly half way down, and then pulling back. Slowly, taking his time, almost slipping holy off Dylan. And then he was sucking hard, head bobbing up and down, not taking more than an inch or two, but fast and wet, making obscene sounds as he suckled hard as he worked over the head.

"Don't," he started, as began to pull off of him. Never mind the fact that his fingers were still at his balls, never mind how good that felt, he wanted Daniel's mouth on him. So much so that he tried to follow as he pulled away, a choked sound catching in his throat as his hips stuttered after him, trembling as much as the rest of him with need.

It was almost as cruel as his own winding up of Daniel, before he'd fucked him, right after his dick had caved in on itself. It was more so because he wasn't the one doing the teasing. Fuck. If Daniel was just fucking with him, he'd find some way of getting back at him equally or more horrible than what he might have done to him if he'd tried biting him. He'd --

Apparently have his train of thought shattered as Daniel sunk back down on him, all perfect warmth and wet and suction. His hips jerked more intensely this time, cock starting in time, and clenched his eyes shut again where he'd started to open them as Daniel had pulled away. The way this was going, he wouldn't last long. It'd been awhile since he'd had someone suck him off with, as Daniel would put it, with such single-minded determination, and even in a place like Vegas. And really, he didn't, his balls starting to hitch up sooner rather than later, tension hooking low in his stomach.

"Daniel, I'm gonna -- fuck." Normally, he wouldn't have warned him, wouldn't have cared. If he was going to suck his cock, he could deal with a mouthful of come to go with it. It was a little hard to be a dick when you were coming apart, though, and as much as he might have wanted to.

It hadn't even occurred to him to try and go for a finger to the ass or something. Not even close. He just knew he loved pressure to that spot, especially when he came, and besides. It let him feel when it was coming. Swallowing was one thing. Gagging and choking and looking like a damned idiot was something else entirely.

Damn though, if he was going to get screwed like that, he was willing to take a load. Even if it made him wonder, for a minute, what had happened when Dylan came before and then Danny changed... and this was not the time for those thoughts.

Not when he could feel the tension in Dylan's body, the way he was tensing, and then those words. Whatever the reason for giving them, he appreciated it. In truth he preferred swallowing than being painted with it. One was his choice, and the other always made him think of someone marking their territory.

So he sucked and bobbed, dropping down hard so the head hit the back of his throat, making him gag and then moving back to suck hard on the head, jerking the entire length, as if trying to get Dylan to come in his mouth.

Dylan was more than happy to oblige.

Bucking against him once, twice, both times viciously, unable to help himself, he spilled into his mouth as easily as he had his cunt. His fingers tightened in Daniel's hair again as he broke, a long, low groan slipping out of him, words trying to find their way onto it and failing, making the sound an unintelligible mess.

Maybe later, he'd worry about that, about the weakness that might have shown. Right now, he didn't care. He was more interested in finding something to sag back against, his legs jell-o in the wake of all that. Leaning into Daniel a little would have to do since the wall wasn't exactly handy anymore, not since he'd moved away from him right before he'd given him his dick back.

Choking as Dylan worked against his mouth, and hating that it felt so good to have him pushing deep into his mouth. Some part of him wanted that, wanted more from him like that. He suspected it would happen again, another time, and maybe then he'd see how much Dylan might take instead of Daniel giving to him.

Yet that was another time as he gagged, swallowing hard and fast. Some leaked from the corner of his mouth, and yet he didn't care. He wasn't even thinking about anything but the taste, the way it felt to do this again after so many years. To Daniel this was fresh and clean. No past emotional connection. No feelings that he'd had before. He felt wanted, talented, and the way that Dylan shifted, his weight against Daniel, that felt amazing because he knew he had done well.

Panting as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before caressing Dylan's thighs.

"Guess I did okay then," he murmured, voice a bit rough from the action and feeling the slight swell to his lips from what he had done. Leave it to Daniel to not be able to stop himself from making a smart ass comment.

Smart assed or no, Dylan couldn't help but allow him, "You weren't kidding about owing you after that. Just -- Christ."

That was all he could really manage. That and reaching down to brush his fingers over Daniel's talented mouth, the gesture part oddly tender (good boy), part a distant interest in that swell of his lips all his own. He'd find more words in a minute, do something about the fact that, as far as he could remember, Daniel was still hard and hadn't touched himself throughout that, because yes, he deserved that now, but it would take him a minute or two as before.

Those minutes did, however, pass, and then he was pulling away slowly, still not certain he could trust his legs and gesturing for Daniel to follow. "Speaking of. Stand up, c'mmere."

His world may have gone upside down and sideways, but Daniel was still himself. It meant smart assed commented were going to be the norm, and snark was part of who he was. Of course, he also would continue to try and do things like that to try and endear himself Dylan, if only to keep the attention. But after this, at least the second half of the madness, it was for other reasons as well. Dylan was being damn sexy, and Daniel liked it.

Pursing his lips slightly at that touch, liking the way that felt as well, accentuating the way his lips felt from what he'd done. Sighing, sitting back on his heels and looking damn smug and happy, and his hard cock showing against his body, the head glistening with precome. And not his first thought in that moment.

Though he pushed to his feet, moving easily as he swayed, reaching for Dylan as he did. "Mmmm, I'm here. Now what?"

Dylan wrapped an arm around him and leaned to put his mouth near his ear again. Daniel seemed to like that, when he leaned in, growled orders at him, magic behind the words or no, and well. He couldn't say he didn't take pleasure in it, either. It made whatever he actually said, innocent or otherwise, sound like a threat.

"Now, I'm gonna take care of this," he started, practically purring as he slid his other hand between them, trailed his fingers along the underside of Daniel's cock. Clearly, he needed his attention drawn back to it. He needed to be literally aching for him again and well aware of it.

"It won't be as good as that -- " Daniel's little act with his mouth. " -- but this is more about relief than me actually trying to make anything up to you. That'll come later." After Daniel had had a chance to rest. When he could make him ask for it again, when he was straining against his jeans or so wet he could barely think (oh, yes, there would be more of that). That would come when he could make it seem like an act of mercy after a long, slow wind up.

For now, he just moved his hand, fingers tracing over his balls and back again, now. He kept teasing for a moment after than, then slowly, firmly wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock. "Right now ... "

Right now and all that said, he leaned to kiss him, to taste himself on Daniel as his fingers started working over him in earnest, long, slow strokes that ended with a light twist of his thumb over his head before they began again. Right now, it was just getting him to come again.

Oh that was good, and he liked it. Liked the timbre of Dylan's voice, the soft rumble and heat against his skin at the exhalation of breath. It made him want to press closer, to grind himself against the other man. Made him want to offer himself up, to offer himself up in anyway. He didn't even think it had to do with the magic he had seen before but with Dylan's himself. He was a skilled and powerful person and that he found sexy as hell.

"Mmmm, yes," he groaned, shivering and bucking his hips to try and grind himself more to him, to get more contact from that touch. "Trust me, you're good. God it's been good." All of it after clothes started coming out and they were kissing hard and fast. That was good, and he wanted more. It was enough to burn away the rest of the day, only leaving things he wanted.

"Come on. Dylan. Shit. You know I need it," he groaned, writhing, hips bucking in a stuttering motions as if afraid to push too hard, to try and do too much and get rejected.

Arching into the kiss though, moaning loudly against Dylan's mouth. Tongue wild, one moan leading to another, murmuring as he barely moved for a breath. "You could use that mouth for more," he said, nipping at Dylan's lower lip. "Could have more... My neck," he groaned, knowing that he was close as it was, and wanting Dylan to know he was willing, eager, wanted more. He wanted to have this more.

"I could, yeah," he breathed, still steadily stroking Daniel's cock. He stole another kiss from him, brief but lazy, no where near as insistent as Daniel, right now. When he pulled away and as asked, he moved his mouth down the line of his jaw to his throat, stubble and teeth dragging lightly over skin as he went, peppering him with kisses.

When he reached the spot he wanted and as before, he buried his face in Daniel's throat, breathing him in with a hum of pleasure. A flicker of tongue followed and then he was biting down, mouth fitting into almost the same spot as it had the first time he'd fed from him. And if that wasn't enough? At the same time he sped up the pace of his fingers, faster now but not necessarily harder, jerking him off with all the dexterity Daniel knew he possessed.

If he wasn't otherwise occupied, he'd tell him he wanted to feel him come again. He figured his mouth and fingers would have to get his point across for him. No way he was pulling away from his throat now.

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