middaeg | Mareuer Quests, Full Moon, and Catch-all [closed]

[ The bloody dreams of his past are fine -- those are simply the background noise of his life. The ones of his torture are different. They're less severe now, though they still torment him. Fully restrained against the floor, all he can feel is pain and blood running down his back, his wings and back being torn up by an unseen assailant. Blades stabbed into open wounds, drugs pumped into him, scales ripped out of his skin...

No. He doesn't want to think about that now. His heart rate spikes sharply as he breaks into a cold sweat. It's hard to pull himself out of that mindset. He swallows the lump in his throat. ]

...It's why I don't sleep as much as I should. I don't want you or Diarmuid to see them nor suffer them. You don't need to see them...

[ He focuses on the charm in his hand, as if idly playing with it will help calm his pounding heart. ]

Did...Did talking with Hakuno help?

[ flat feels the spike in anxiety, uncomfortable and terrifying as usual. but he keeps a straight face throughout it, bearing through it like they have always done so before.

he settles a hand on cu’s back, mimicking the way that he always reassures flat when things feel wrong. it’s a tad awkward, but the sentiment is very much there. ]

Mm, kind of? Not sure if it’s what you wanted but I think she and I are friends now! Mm, she’s really nice... though I’m not too sure if I’d wanna Bond with her. I mean, maybe she doesn’t want to? I don’t think she would. [ he’s not sure if anyone would really want to bond with him st all. ] But I like having a new friend.

[ It does feel a little awkward, but the sentiment is there. He's still a little sensitive about the scarring on his back, though he doesn't mind the touch. Slowly his heartbeat starts to settle down and the tension leaves him. An anxiety attack is an alien concept to him, so he's not able to recognize the reaction as anything but a response to what was done to him.

Berserker presses a kiss to Flat's temple, tender and affectionate. ]

That's...No, that's exactly what I wanted. She seems like she'd be a good fit for you as a friend. I don't... [ He frowns, brow furrowed. ] I'm not interested in pushing you towards another Bond if you don't want that. I only mentioned it because you need someone better than me to shape your morals on. More friends that are better suited for that purpose are just as good.

[ It's difficult to have this conversation, but it's necessary. He places the charm on the nightstand before settling back in. ]

Just know that I care about you and I want the best for you.

Mm...

[ he looks somewhat confused as cu speaks. perhaps it’s the idea of not looking up to him that feels strange, though he can see where the dragon is coming from...somewhat, at least.

as cu settles back into bed, flat remains sitting, cross-legged. even after being outside all day, he’s still full of energy, and the way that he taps idly on the mattress is a sign of it. ]

Maybe you’re right. Maybe—no, I’m sure—there are people with better morals out there. Maybe I should shadow someone in the Coven and try to learn from them. [ he chuckles at the idea, thinking about how that would go about. ] But that wouldn’t be what I want. I just... want to be someone that both you and the Professor aren’t disappointed in. And Waver, too.

I'm not disappointed in you. [ He's very quick to correct Flat on this point. ] I'd tell you if I were. You take correction well, I just...There are things you need to be told or taught that I'm not the person for.

[ Berserker notices his fidgeting and props himself up on his elbows. ]

Are you restless...?

[ As if he has to ask. The witch seems to have boundless energy. ]

Mnn, am I?

[ flat doesn’t even realize it until cu points it out. he shifts his position, mimicking his bonded’s for a moment before deciding to lay down on his stomach. ]

I guess so. I just don’t feel tired at all, but I guess it’s rarer when I do, ahaha.

[ Berserker shifts onto his side, sidling up against Flat. His fingers slowly trace down his back in slow, lazy circles, mindful of his claws. What he's about to suggest feels inappropriate, but... ]

Do you want to do something to relax?

[ Which he fully expects to be taken in a different way than he means. ]

I... um...

[ fortunately for cu, flat seems to know exactly what he means. the tips of his ears turn a light pink color, and the way his body shivers slightly in response to the skin on skin contact.

he smiles sheepishly at him, eyebrow raised. ]

Trying to make up for today?

[ he’s making fun of him a little, but from the way that he moves closer to the dragon, it doesn’t seem like he minds one bit. ]

[ Oh good, he doesn't need to be extremely blunt and that's a relief. Not that he really cares about being blunt, of course. ]

...Would you be less interested if I said yes?

[ Because that's exactly what he's trying to do. He doesn't know how to apologize with words. Using his body to make someone feel better (and himself, to some extent) is a lot easier than trying to say what he means.

He leans in to kiss him, gentle but not without intent. ]

Whatever you want, just ask...or show me...

When did I say that?

[ flat kisses cu back, grinning against his lips as he gives him the green light to go ahead. when they pull back, he takes the time to take off his shirt to at least save the other some of the trouble of undressing him.

as for what he wants... well that’s a question that both makes his heart stop and his cheeks turn red. there’s something clearly on his mind, right at the tip of his tongue, but admitting it is a thousand times more difficult. ]

I... I’d... [ he leans to stroke cu’s cheek, dropping down his neck and down his chest. his hand shakes, just slightly, from excitement and nervousness alike. ] I want you to fuck me. Mm, yeah. Just... make me yours? I’d like that a lot.

[ That's...considerably more forward than he'd expected. An odd sense of pride fills him for a moment, along with confusion at said pride. There's no reason to be proud of him for that. A more expected feeling of undeniable arousal sparks in his stomach, heat spreading and pooling lower. ]

Mm...I can do that. I'll make sure to mark you, too.

[ Marking is one of his favorite things to do, especially with his Bonded. There's something pleasing about seeing the marks later and knowing other people can see them. It's visible proof that they belong to him -- not really, but it satisfies his animal instincts.

Berserker pushes those thoughts aside for now. It's much more fun to act on those thoughts instead. He kisses Flat again, less gentle now and already trying to deepen it with his tongue. His hands roam over newly exposed skin, being less careful with his claws. ]

[ flat is aware of how possessive cu can get— and he does not mind it one bit. in fact, he appreciates it greatly, as he is always looking to belong, to find a corresponding puzzle piece to fit with. and, even if it’s just for a little bit, he can enjoy the way the feeling of belonging to his bonded.

his lips curl into a grin as the kiss deepens, and he returns it with equal eagerness as he mashes his tongue against cu’s. arms wrap behind the dragon’s shoulders to keep him close, and his body leans into the sensation of the claws on his bare skin.

it’s not sharp enough to hurt, but enough to make him shudder, sending sparks down his spine and sparking arousal in him.

he bites softly on cu’s lower lip, digging blunt nails into his back. flat is not a possessive person, but cu’s interest in marking is something that is very much shared. ]

[ Give it time and it might start to hurt. The more aroused he gets, the less careful he gets with his more dangerous parts. Already he's less careful with his teeth, grazing Flat's lips and tongue with them. His claws dig more insistently into his back as he presses closer.

Berserker breaks away from the kiss to trail sharp nips down the witch's jawline to his throat. There he licks the sensitive skin, tongue hot and wet, before biting suddenly. It's a possessive mark, sure to be quite visible when he's done. He sucks on the skin as he bites down, releasing it after a few moments. A few gentle kisses are placed on the mark, as if to apologize for that sharp pain. ]

[ the hurt is fine. it’s better than it not hurting, as strange as that may be. he yearns for the claws and sharp teeth like one may usually yearn for something soft and comforting. the pain is, in a way, his anchor, and he can’t help but grin as he feels the claws leaving marks along his back.

as cu trails down his neck, flat moves his own head to give the dragon more room for purchase. his breath is hot and increasingly more agitated as he becomes more aroused with every nip of teeth on his skin.

it’s only when cu bites down that a mix of a cry and a moan comes out of flat’s mouth, back arching slightly and tightly grabbing a handful of cu’s hair as pain and pleasure mix together and run down his spine and between his legs like a jolt of electricity. it feels ridiculously good, especially when followed by those gentle kisses.

he can feel himself growing hard, and he can’t help but laugh shakily. ]

That—I liked that...you’re going all out today, aren’t you?

You said you wanted me to make you mine...I want anyone who sees you to know you're claimed.

[ His voice has a strained edge to it. He's given into his more feral instincts without meaning to. Feeling Flat's arousal both through their Bond and more physically against his body is only making it easier to give in. Berserker grips him tighter before sinking his teeth into the juncture of his shoulder and neck with a low, possessive growl.

The want - no, need - to claim Flat as his own and Flat's reactions to him already has him fully hard. He grinds against the witch as he releases the new mark. More bites follow along his collarbone, likely enough to draw blood with as careless as he's being. It's a fevered mix of arousal and instinct. ]

You— aah!

[ the harsh bite earns cu another drawn out moan from flat, who scratches lines down his neck. unlike his need to claim him, flat’s harshness comes from a lack of knowing anything different. while he doesn’t know violence like his bonded, he has never known gentleness either.

he can feel the pricks of blood running down his neck, but that’s not nearly as important as the heat between his legs as he grinds back against cu’s erection with an edge of desperation, his breath is coming out in short, heated pants. ]

[ While it may be all that Flat knows, it doesn't bother him one bit. Softness never suited someone like Berserker (though he's not one to turn it down). There are a few faded bruises and scratches on his back and collarbones, evidence of where Diarmuid recently left marks of his own. The scratches get him to moan finally, arching into it. The roughness feels so good, a sharp pain mixed with the pleasure of their still clothed cocks rubbing against each other.

He's quick to unfasten his own trousers, moving to Flat's a moment after. It's just enough to make it easier to push them off later. One hand slips inside of Flat's trousers, beneath any cloth barriers, and starts to stroke him. The blood he can smell gets lapped up eagerly with another soft moan. ]

[ cu’s tongue against his skin feels ridiculously good, a contrast with how hot his skin feels, even without his shirt on. it’s almost a caring gesture and, had he not been so overwhelmed by all his other senses, he might have gone ahead to make some comment that would have ruined this for the both of them.

lucky that cu knows how to keep him busy now, and flat gasps sharply as soon as his hand wraps around his length. he moves his hips in time with the stroke, he himself grasping at whatever he can grab. pulling roughly on his hair or digging nails into his skin—anything to make his presence known.

he moans hot and needly into his bonded’s ear, and he feels himself grinning despite it all. ]

Come on, Cu, isn’t— [ another whine, one that he has to bite down his lip to keep down. he still wants to maintain some control over himself! ]—isn’t it easier to just take them off?

[ Keeping him busy is his goal here: overwhelm him so he can't say something dumb and ruin everything. Berserker stops for a moment and pulls his hand out of Flat's pants. He, unfortunately, has a point. So he doesn't respond verbally, he just pulls his them down as much as he can. He deals with his own shortly after that, struggling to get the closure around his tail open for a moment. These extra appendages are a pain in the ass...

Excess clothing dealt with, he pushes Flat onto his back and crawls over top of him. In this position, their size difference is even more evident; Berserker practically dwarfs him in comparison. He leans down on one arm and reaches the other between his Bonded's legs, stroking him once again. ]

Now...Do you have anything else you want to complain about?

[ flat is incredibly pliant as cu manhandles him. he enjoys it, actually, all the way from their height difference to the near feral tone in the dragon's voice, like he will actually tear him to pieces if he so much says as one wrong thing.

well, he's never had self-preservation as one of his defining qualities. ]

Not for now, hah--[ an attempt at a laugh turns into another moan that he cuts short, as he lifts his hips to cu's strokes. it feels great, and the continued attention gets precum to begin beading at the tip.

instead of talking, he decides that it's better to use his mouth for something else, and he leans to close the distance between himself and cu in another heated kiss, using teeth and tongue alike. ]

[ Berserker's cock is painfully hard and throbs with need from watching Flat squirm beneath him. It's intoxicating to feel what his Bonded does, heightening his own arousal and driving him closer to losing any control he has left. Instead of ignoring himself, he wraps his hand around both their cocks, stroking them together.

He meets Flat's kiss with equal fervor, growling low in his throat. There's blood in the kiss and Berserker doesn't know or care whose it is. It only makes him that much more aroused, practically sending him into a frenzy. He bucks his hips harder into his own hand and against Flat's cock. His tail twitches and flicks with agitation.

He breaks away from the kiss to mutter in a low, feral growl. ]

I'm going to tear you apart...

Do it.

[ flat can't growl. he doesn't have claws nor does he have fangs, hell, cu literally towers over him with far more muscle than he could ever dream to have. in every way shape and form, he's basically the dragon's prey, merciless under his grasp.

and yet his eyes shine with a feral glint, the grin on his face toothy and wild as he pulls cu down by his hair back into the kiss. it's hurried and messy--the same way an asphyxiated person is desperate for oxygen, flat is desperate for the contact. he jerks his hips up in tandem with cu, like two cogs that fit perfectly for at least this one moment.

he moans into the kiss, hooking his legs over cu's back, in a need to keep the dragon close to him. he doesn't care about being torn apart, just so long as he stays close. ]

[ That reply is almost enough to make him want to come like they are now. It would be satisfying, but not as much as it would be to finally fuck Flat. He can't stop thinking about how good it would feel to completely overwhelm him and force his knot inside him as he comes...Now that's all he wants.

Unfortunately, there's a little more work that needs to be done before he can feel that. Berserker pulls away and sits back with marked reluctance. With a grunt, he leans over to dig around in the nightstand drawer. A few moments of frustrated digging later, he settles back with the prize: a bottle of neutral oil. He pulls the cap off with his teeth and pours a generous amount along his cock. His claws are too intrusive for any sort of more in depth preparation, so...sorry, Flat.

Satisfied with how coated his dick is, he settles back over Flat. He pushes his thighs wider apart to give him better access to what he wants. His slicked cock slides down between his cheeks, pressing in already. ]

Are you sure you can take me...?

[ there's a sense of clarity the moment that cu pulls back. it's not without a small whine, though he knows that what he's doing is necessary if they want to continue.

his eyes follow berserker throughout, almost as if fixed on how he coats himself with the oil and he can't help but feel both embarrassment and a very intense want. he wants his bonded with an intensity that surprises even himself, far beyond most things that he has ever wanted in his life.

so as cu lines up with his entrance, the tip pressing in, there's little hesitation in flat. even with as large as the dragon may be--and he is large. but hey, he's never said no to a challenge. ]

One hundred percent. [ a beat. a smile. ] I want you.

[ That's good enough for him. If there had been any doubt, he would have stopped; he doesn't want to actually hurt Flat (not in a way he doesn't seem to enjoy, anyway). He starts to press in more insistently, a pleasant groan coming from him as he feels himself slide in.

As a distraction from the intensity of the penetration and to keep his mouth busy, Berserker leans down to kiss him. It's messy, wet, and wanting, an outlet for the uncontrolled lust coursing through him right now. He can barely keep control of himself long enough to not just force his way into Flat, all the way to his knot. ]

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