[ All he can think is that it's odd. Carver is never this loose, this free. There are no grimaces, no gloves. He's laughing, and it's such a good sound, sending a shiver down Larus' spine that has absolutely nothing to do with the arm at his back. Carver's warm, this entire place is warm. He focuses on his mouth, biting at his lower lip, and Larus' fingers slip between them, palms resting against Carver's chest. ]
I don't like the idea of having all these people watch. [ It's murmured quietly, kissing his chin, his cheek. ] Or is that something else you forgot to tell me?
[ He's trying to piece all of this together, ignoring the sudden heaviness of the mask against his skin and how much he wants Carver to touch him. As if anyone would actually notice them where they are anyway, tucked against one another in a corner. ]
[ Larus presses against him, touching him everywhere, and Carver just huffs, nuzzling against him. Wanting the mask off, maybe, but not bothered enough to prod at it. Not when he can kiss Larus back, pull him close, a hand pressed against the small of Larus's back. Forgot to tell him? What?
It doesn't matter. It's all good, and easy, and -
And someone reaches out to run their fingers along Carver's shoulder, brushing against his hair, and Carver goes rigid. ]
[ He feels it, the shift in the air so sharp and sudden. Larus glances to the side, watching as another couple fumble together, clearly more interested in one another than the absent touch that had jostled Carver, and he reaches up to grip his chin, nudging forward to kiss him. A nip at his lower lip, trying to get him to relax. ]
Focus on me. It's just us.
[ That feels more normal, more of what he's come to expect from being with Carver. Larus thinks they should get out of there, but he doesn't want to move, weighed down and warm and not all that pressed to do so. ]
[ His hand is on the hilt of his knife, ready to draw. Ready to move. But Larus has a hand on his chin, pressing him into another kiss, and Carver twitches and doesn't draw the blade. It's easy to get lost in the churn of his thoughts but Larus is solid and real, and that helps. A little. ]
I don't...
[ He shakes himself. The thought fades out. Carver presses his forehead to Larus's, closing his eyes. Trying to center himself. But it's so easy to get caught up in the noise, the press of other people, and so Carver takes a shuddering breath and runs his hand up Larus's back and then under his shirt. Wanting to feel bare skin, to feel him. To focus on something recognizable. ]
[ Larus doesn't kiss him after a while, letting Carver touch him and draw him even closer. Here, in this place, they're not two submissives together. They can just be them, no labels, and that's what Larus tries to focus on despite how overheated he's starting to become, gently knocking their foreheads together to give Carver more sensation, more points of contact.
If there's a fight, if there's a problem... He might be too slow to do much of anything. ]
Do you want another drink?
[ It's not the best idea, but if Carver's drunk enough, he'll eventually not be able to go anywhere. Then, at least, Larus could keep him in line better. ]
[ Part of Carver knows he's drunk already. That he's been knocking back shots like they're going out of style and now it's hitting him like a train. Twisting him up. Bringing him calm and quiet and then snapping away at a moment's notice. But it's hard to focus. Things feel good and then they don't.
He shifts to cup a hand to Larus's neck, keeping him close. Needing that, maybe. ]
Want you.
[ It's mumbled against Larus's cheek. They're so close like his. And Carver's drunk, and so he's honest. ]
Do shots with me.
[ He's not certain that Larus can, with regular alcohol, but they should test that. ]
[ Larus would have made a face at the request, but he's still sort of hung up on the way Carver says that. Want you. Like it's normal, like it's just something they say to each other now. He sinks into it for a moment, leaning against him, and before he can talk either of them out of it, all Larus does is nod. ]
I can try.
[ Whatever he'd swallowed before hadn't been all that good. Experiences with alcohol come and go, needing more blood than booze to be palatable. He wonders if this place caters to those types of things. Probably. He isn't the only vampire lurking around, so he grasps Carver's hand, threading their fingers together, and draws him through the crowd.
He feels the sweat rolling down the back of his neck by the time they get to the bar and urges Carver to order. ]
[ They're holding hands, of all things, and Carver laughs at the absurdity of it all. But he doesn't pull away. Doesn't do a damn thing except go for it and wave for drinks, and knock one back once they arrive. He barely tastes it.
[ Larus already has doubts, staring at the glass the bartender simply sets in front of him without a word. There are several more like it, not quite as green as whatever Carver's drinking. He's too warm anyway, lifting it up to try to smell the contents of whatever it is.
Nothing. It's just – there.
He swallows it in one mouthful and immediately grimaces, unsure if he's going to spit it right back up or if he wants more. ]
How many of these have you had? [ Larus doesn't think he should, and he probably won't, but he reaches for another out of reflex. ]
[ Carver just grins at the look on Larus's face, shifting to lean against him. Sometimes he wants the closeness and sometimes he wants to bolt from this place and all its goddamn noise. The moments changeable like that. ]
[ He stares at him, not really interested in drinking or the people who crowd up against the bar with them. Hand still on his next shot, Larus tips closer to him, words right against his ear so he doesn't have to shout it. ]
I think you taste better.
[ Not that he's implying anything. Or maybe he is. His inhibitions are still mostly intact, taking his time to lick along Carver's jaw. There's sweat and just the natural flavor of him under it, following it along until he can nip at his mouth. ]
[ Normally, Carver isn't the type to just make out with people in a crowd. Not his scene, not with all the noise and people pressed close. Threats in proximity, all of them. Yet here he just grins and puts his arm around Larus's waist, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to his mouth.
[ He doesn't know what to do with that comment, so all Larus does is look at him. This isn't normal. He knows that with certainty, gaze shifting to the opposite side of Carver as someone makes a move to reach out and touch him but then thinks better of it in lieu of all the free alcohol spread across the bar.
A moment passes, and Larus cups both sides of Carver's face in his hands. ]
You're drunk. [ Like he wouldn't know that. But it's punctuated with an even deeper kiss the second he leans forward. ]
[ Oh, that feels nice. Carver hums and just presses into it, curling his hand around Larus’s hip. And when Larus pulls back, when Carver has a chance to breathe, he just presses their foreheads together. It’s intimate, even in a place like this. ]
I’m drunk, [ he agrees happily. ] ‘s against the rules.
[ It's strange how it doesn't matter that they're crowded together in a room full of too much noise and too many people. Larus' focus is singular, holding onto him and leaning even closer. That warmth from before just seems to magnify as he feels his breath against his mouth. ]
There aren't any rules here. [ Though he doubts that's what Carver means. ] It's just you and me.
[ Distantly, Carver knows that isn't quite right - that there are always rules. That these things have a tendency to spiral out if you aren't careful. If you lose control, even for a moment, then you're finished. But aren't they both already dead?
Carver closes his eyes. Someone brushes against him again, a hand trailing over his back, and he flinches. Reaching for his knife again before he remembers and takes a shuddering breath.
[ It's an easy agreement to make, feeling the way he tenses up again, and keeping their foreheads pressed together, Larus drops his hands to go for Carver's wrists. He drags them up, leaning into the contact as he purposely places Carver's hands on his body.
He doesn't really care about drinking anymore. ]
Keep your focus on me. I'm right here. [ And if anyone gets too close, Larus will deal with them. ]
[ Larus takes his hands and Carver lets him. Keeps his eyes closed and lets Larus guide his hands, holding onto him. That's solid and real, easier to focus on.
It helps. Carver takes a breath, then lets it go. ]
[ He has no real idea where they'd go, not in this city, but Larus nods, nudging his nose against Carver's before pulling away. This time, when he takes his hand, there's more purpose in it. They can ignore all of these people and how they grind together, sex and sweat and alcohol filling the air and dulling his senses. It's heady, gripping tight to Carver as he threads them through the sea of bodies towards the outside.
When the air hits, Larus purposely draws it in. Just once, an exhale, and he turns to Carver, looping an arm around his neck to kiss him without an active audience trying to interrupt them. ]
[ There's something dreamlike about the moment. It snaps in and out of focus, swinging vicious and cloudy in turn. But Larus's hand is in his, guiding him, and Carver ties to focus on that. To keep it simple.
It's easier when they're outside, when the cool air hits his face and Larus loops an arm around his neck. Kisses him. Carver pushes him back into the nearest wall and returns it, knocking their foreheads together.
It's hard to focus. But this is real, he's fairly certain. ]
[ It's not rough, but it feels good all the same, sensitive to the feel of Carver pinning him against the wall. Larus keeps his arm around him, tightening it as he arches into the contact, and he seeks out his mouth, biting at his lower lip and sucking at his tongue.
He can't say he hasn't wanted this since the last time, a moment that seems so far away and blurred by pain, by blood. It's not enough to just feel him either, his free hand wresling under all of Carver's layers to press a palm flat against his back. Warm, familiar skin that he wants to feel against his. ]
Here? [ he asks against his mouth, not sure this is exactly what Carver had meant when he'd asked him to leave. ]
[ Carver arches his back at the touch, kissing Larus hard. it's hard to focus but he's here, now, and this is in front of him. They've done it enough that they've gotten good at it, he thinks. They know how to fit together, what it means to move through the same space. He's felt Larus come undone in his hands and Larus has done the same to him. You don't dodge these things. You don't shake them. They sink in deep, like a scar.
He nudges his head against Larus's, sighing. Trying to focus when the world keeps drifting. ]
[ There are still things he wants to know, things he believes he should have figured out by now, but they don't see each other purposely with any sort of regularity. Larus might have considered wandering around until he ran into Carver, which is sort of how he'd found him in the club. But it's not enough, not when Carver's so much warmer than whatever's in his system and he likes the feel of his mouth on his skin.
Larus nuzzles into him, pushing his fingers up into dark hair. ]
Do you want to do this here? [ Out in the open where people could easily find them. ]
[ People don’t touch him like this anyone. Carver doesn’t let them. He’s hit quota every month since he’s gotten here and that’s just what it is. Sometimes it’s fun, sure, but it doesn’t mean anything. And sometimes he tells people to grab his hair and have at it and that just happens.
This is different. More intimate, somehow. Carver sighs, pressing into it even as he runs his hands up Larus’s side. Trailing against bare skin, skipping over his ribs and that strange lack of scars. Do you want to do this here?
It’s hard to focus. The first time they fucked was in an alley like this, he thinks vaguely. They goaded each other into it, until it got vicious. And that was just that.
Carver twitches, resting his head against Larus’s for a moment. Catching his breath. ]
No.
[ Reluctantly, almost. But there’s a part of him that’s almost coherent enough to remember why they shouldn’t. People might remember two subs going at it, even in this place where supposedly no one cares. ]
[ He's aware of the similarities, how it had been completely different not so long ago, and if he just turned Carver around and pushed his face into the wall —
Larus swallows and nods once, leaning into him so he can try to collect his thoughts before moving them along. He wouldn't have wanted anyone to see Carver like this anyway—not drunk, not naked. Perhaps it's a little possessive, and there's no one to blame except himself for that, exhaling once and then pulling his hands free so he can lead them even deeper into the alley that runs alongside these buildings. His hearing rings a bit, probably from whatever he'd drank, but it's clear enough he can pinpoint a locked door that doesn't have anyone behind it. No heartbeats, no visible lights anywhere.
And following the same pattern as in Duplicity, Larus breaks into someone's house so they can have privacy. He staggers inside, dragging Carver with him, and Larus really only notes that they're in a kitchen of some sort before he's pushing close to kiss him again, stumbling them both into one of the counters. ]
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I don't like the idea of having all these people watch. [ It's murmured quietly, kissing his chin, his cheek. ] Or is that something else you forgot to tell me?
[ He's trying to piece all of this together, ignoring the sudden heaviness of the mask against his skin and how much he wants Carver to touch him. As if anyone would actually notice them where they are anyway, tucked against one another in a corner. ]
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It doesn't matter. It's all good, and easy, and -
And someone reaches out to run their fingers along Carver's shoulder, brushing against his hair, and Carver goes rigid. ]
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Focus on me. It's just us.
[ That feels more normal, more of what he's come to expect from being with Carver. Larus thinks they should get out of there, but he doesn't want to move, weighed down and warm and not all that pressed to do so. ]
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I don't...
[ He shakes himself. The thought fades out. Carver presses his forehead to Larus's, closing his eyes. Trying to center himself. But it's so easy to get caught up in the noise, the press of other people, and so Carver takes a shuddering breath and runs his hand up Larus's back and then under his shirt. Wanting to feel bare skin, to feel him. To focus on something recognizable. ]
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If there's a fight, if there's a problem... He might be too slow to do much of anything. ]
Do you want another drink?
[ It's not the best idea, but if Carver's drunk enough, he'll eventually not be able to go anywhere. Then, at least, Larus could keep him in line better. ]
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He shifts to cup a hand to Larus's neck, keeping him close. Needing that, maybe. ]
Want you.
[ It's mumbled against Larus's cheek. They're so close like his. And Carver's drunk, and so he's honest. ]
Do shots with me.
[ He's not certain that Larus can, with regular alcohol, but they should test that. ]
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I can try.
[ Whatever he'd swallowed before hadn't been all that good. Experiences with alcohol come and go, needing more blood than booze to be palatable. He wonders if this place caters to those types of things. Probably. He isn't the only vampire lurking around, so he grasps Carver's hand, threading their fingers together, and draws him through the crowd.
He feels the sweat rolling down the back of his neck by the time they get to the bar and urges Carver to order. ]
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Shit's green, for some reason. ]
Fuck, that's nasty.
[ He takes another. ]
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Nothing. It's just – there.
He swallows it in one mouthful and immediately grimaces, unsure if he's going to spit it right back up or if he wants more. ]
How many of these have you had? [ Larus doesn't think he should, and he probably won't, but he reaches for another out of reflex. ]
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[ Carver just grins at the look on Larus's face, shifting to lean against him. Sometimes he wants the closeness and sometimes he wants to bolt from this place and all its goddamn noise. The moments changeable like that. ]
Lots.
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I think you taste better.
[ Not that he's implying anything. Or maybe he is. His inhibitions are still mostly intact, taking his time to lick along Carver's jaw. There's sweat and just the natural flavor of him under it, following it along until he can nip at his mouth. ]
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He's drunk. The moment keeps swinging on him. ]
That's cute, [ he announces cheerfully. ]
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A moment passes, and Larus cups both sides of Carver's face in his hands. ]
You're drunk. [ Like he wouldn't know that. But it's punctuated with an even deeper kiss the second he leans forward. ]
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I’m drunk, [ he agrees happily. ] ‘s against the rules.
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There aren't any rules here. [ Though he doubts that's what Carver means. ] It's just you and me.
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[ Distantly, Carver knows that isn't quite right - that there are always rules. That these things have a tendency to spiral out if you aren't careful. If you lose control, even for a moment, then you're finished. But aren't they both already dead?
Carver closes his eyes. Someone brushes against him again, a hand trailing over his back, and he flinches. Reaching for his knife again before he remembers and takes a shuddering breath.
Drunk. Yeah. ]
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[ It's an easy agreement to make, feeling the way he tenses up again, and keeping their foreheads pressed together, Larus drops his hands to go for Carver's wrists. He drags them up, leaning into the contact as he purposely places Carver's hands on his body.
He doesn't really care about drinking anymore. ]
Keep your focus on me. I'm right here. [ And if anyone gets too close, Larus will deal with them. ]
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It helps. Carver takes a breath, then lets it go. ]
Wanna get out of here?
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When the air hits, Larus purposely draws it in. Just once, an exhale, and he turns to Carver, looping an arm around his neck to kiss him without an active audience trying to interrupt them. ]
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It's easier when they're outside, when the cool air hits his face and Larus loops an arm around his neck. Kisses him. Carver pushes him back into the nearest wall and returns it, knocking their foreheads together.
It's hard to focus. But this is real, he's fairly certain. ]
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He can't say he hasn't wanted this since the last time, a moment that seems so far away and blurred by pain, by blood. It's not enough to just feel him either, his free hand wresling under all of Carver's layers to press a palm flat against his back. Warm, familiar skin that he wants to feel against his. ]
Here? [ he asks against his mouth, not sure this is exactly what Carver had meant when he'd asked him to leave. ]
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He nudges his head against Larus's, sighing. Trying to focus when the world keeps drifting. ]
What?
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Larus nuzzles into him, pushing his fingers up into dark hair. ]
Do you want to do this here? [ Out in the open where people could easily find them. ]
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This is different. More intimate, somehow. Carver sighs, pressing into it even as he runs his hands up Larus’s side. Trailing against bare skin, skipping over his ribs and that strange lack of scars. Do you want to do this here?
It’s hard to focus. The first time they fucked was in an alley like this, he thinks vaguely. They goaded each other into it, until it got vicious. And that was just that.
Carver twitches, resting his head against Larus’s for a moment. Catching his breath. ]
No.
[ Reluctantly, almost. But there’s a part of him that’s almost coherent enough to remember why they shouldn’t. People might remember two subs going at it, even in this place where supposedly no one cares. ]
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Larus swallows and nods once, leaning into him so he can try to collect his thoughts before moving them along. He wouldn't have wanted anyone to see Carver like this anyway—not drunk, not naked. Perhaps it's a little possessive, and there's no one to blame except himself for that, exhaling once and then pulling his hands free so he can lead them even deeper into the alley that runs alongside these buildings. His hearing rings a bit, probably from whatever he'd drank, but it's clear enough he can pinpoint a locked door that doesn't have anyone behind it. No heartbeats, no visible lights anywhere.
And following the same pattern as in Duplicity, Larus breaks into someone's house so they can have privacy. He staggers inside, dragging Carver with him, and Larus really only notes that they're in a kitchen of some sort before he's pushing close to kiss him again, stumbling them both into one of the counters. ]
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