4

If we go down, then we go down together

The wail that escapes is music to his ears and August finds himself chuckling even as he bottoms out, tightens his grip on the squirming thighs and then pulls out. All the way, until it is only the tip that remains parting the glistening folds like Noah parting the red sea. Exhales slowly, waiting for Athanase's shaky breathing to steady, eyes avidly fixated on his partner's face and then slams back in. There's no point in holding back and so he doesn't, fucks him like he's trying to spear him in half, and perhaps he is. There's simply something utterly delightful about watching his dick slide into the slick folds, as deep as it can go, only to pull out and do it all over again. There are times when August likes to be gentle, to take his time and explore, worship Athanase like he deserves to be revered. Today is not one of those days.

It's late on a Friday evening, the sun having long set, and the building around them is quiet. Eerily so. They are the only two on this floor, the night janitor not due to arrive for another 2 hours, which - as far as August is concerned - leaves him plenty of time to fuck the insolence out of his rival. No, not rival, enemy. Source of the majority of his problems, and both the reason for his current horniness and his irritation. Another wail resonates through the air as August forces the slim legs to spread further, to accommodate his girth and he huffs when a flailing hand swats him in the face. Catches it, fingers squeezing tightly around the wrist and bends forwards to pin it over Athanase's head. Doing so forces the other to practically fold in half, knees now closer to his ears and August gets a good look at his face. At the tie covering his eyes, already wet with sweat and other fine liquids.

Tightens his grip on the squirming wrist, fingers digging into the rough carpet and speaks in as steady a tone as he can manage. "Do that again and I'll tie you up." There's a quiet gasp, strained and breathless, and he continues, even softer. "Then again, considering how hard you came the last time I put you in ropes, you'd probably enjoy yourself." Releases the other thigh, humming softly when it hooks over his shoulder rather than fall aside, and uses his now free hand to playful twist an erect nipple. Teases it mercilessly, rolling back and forth between his fingers, until it is red and puffy, relishing the way that Athanase's tightens up around him. Like he's enjoying himself. He is, August knows, has spent half his life learning the ways of the body beneath him and is perfectly aware of just how much pain he likes.

"August," he gasps, says his voice like a whispered prayer, head rolling to the side, and then whines again. Needy.

There are few things that August enjoys more than listening to the sound of that pretty voice choke on his name, but it's not what he wants to hear. Not the name that he wants to hear and so he lowers his head and sucks on the nipple he'd just teased. Allows his fangs to scrape across the sensitive flesh and Athanase keens, arches up into him as best he can, and he's so very tight now that if August had an ounce less control, he would have lost himself in that moment. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on whom one asks he has decades of training to fall back on it is easy enough to slow his thrusts, starts to make shallow rocking motions instead, enough to titillate but nothing more.

"August," again that name escapes half prayer and half plea, and he's such a warm squirming body underneath him, that he has to look at him. Finds himself jerking off the blindfold without a second thought and staring into glassy eyes. Filled with tears and already dazed, breath hitching desperately as he struggles to breath. "Please. I want… I need."

He's close, August can tell, exceedingly so but a glance up to the clock over his door tells him that there are still 100 minutes left to go, and he has no intention of letting Athanase off the hook. Not that easily. Looks back into those glassy eyes and smiles, fangs peeking out from his mouth, thinks back to that morning's conference, which Athanase had so rudely intruded on and its easier to gather his words into a coherent sentence. "Would you like to orgasm? Is that what you're whining about, little slut?' Speaks the words in a growling tone, one that he's used many times in the past and the body below him jolts, eyes going wide. Then again, that might be because August is palming his ass, claws scraping over the heated flesh.

"Au-"

Draws back and slams into him at full power, sending the beginnings of his name into a long drawn out keen, as he gives three rapid thrusts, and then settles again, grunting as a hand claws at his shoulder, Athanase writhing underneath him. "That name," he says mildly. "Is not one that you've earned the right to speak." Reaches back for that hand and forces it to join its twin, watching that lithe body stretch out in response, but he has nothing to tie them to, and he doesn't think Athanase will leave them there if ordered to, not for long.

There's a huff, one that speaks to incredulousness and then exasperation, before – voice practically oozing sarcasm – he speaks again. "Ruthven," says it like a snake hisses when it has spotted its meal. August arches an eyebrow, gives him a long assessing look and then pulls out, ignores the strangled squeak of outrage as he does and instead sits back on his haunches. Can't help but admire the way that it takes Athanase several heartbeats to lower his legs and then sit up, shirt hanging off his shoulders, and pants still tangled around one ankle. "You are an ass," he snaps, looking so utterly disgruntled that it's almost cute.

I hate him, August reminds himself calmly. I hate him. It's a lie, even in the depths of his brain, but thinking the words is oddly soothing, and he allows himself that one blissful moment of delusion, before the sight of Athanase starting to stick three fingers into himself snaps him back to reality. "No," he snaps and reaches for that slim wrist, hauling it away.

"If you're not going to fuck me, then I might as well do it myself," Athanase replies petulantly, and starts inching his second hand towards the part of his thighs, his eyes unerringly fixated on August's face as if daring him to interfere again.

Because he is an accredited adult, with multiple degrees under his belt, August does not haul him over his lap and lay into his posterior the way that the ass before him deserves. "I was fucking you," he says calmly, ignoring the throbbing in his own cock. "Which, knowing you, is exactly what you came here for. Need I remind you that you do not work in this building, professor de Sade."

Athanase rolls his eyes, but the hand stops inching downwards, and he huffs again, utterly sly in his response. "I heard that my esteemed colleague was giving a speech on blood addictions, and so I thought to witness it for myself. You were the one that hauled me in here and started rutting like a dog in heat." Smirks in such a manner that it has August seething, and hissing back his fangs further extending.

"If you had just stuck to attending the meeting and not feeling me up in the hallway, we would not be here," he says tensely, and fuck, the way that Athanase is watching him, is certainly not helping his desire to fuck him senseless. To give in to his subtle manipulations and wreck him, the way that he so clearly wants to be wrecked.

"It was only a little groping," Athanase replies dismissively, waving his hand, "no need to be so dramatic about it." Bats his eyelashes a moment later, and August regrets removing the blindfold. Regrets not having a handy gag either, but he likes the sound of Athanase's voice too much to shut him up that way.

Still, there are other ways to shut him up and August knows them all very well. Shifts closer and watches the way that dark eyes flit to cock before returning to his hands. A hand that are still curled loosely around one of Athanase's wrists, and that reminder has him tensing. August hauls him forwards abruptly, drags him straight over his lap, and wrestles his arms behind his back, needing to employ his vampiric strength in order to keep them there. "I am going to continue fucking you," he says, ignoring the squirming, as he shifts his knee higher, incidentally raising Athanase's ass as well. Massages the soft flesh as he speaks, gripping tight enough to bruise it. "Whether or not you orgasm will be up to you."

"Oh? So now you're back to wanting to fu-nnng!"

August rubs the area that he's just pinched with a gentle hand, and continues as steadily as he can. It is exceedingly difficult when he can feel the curve of his cock pressing against Athanase's belly. "You have two options." Slides his fingers along the crack, and discovers that yet untouched circle of muscle. Smiles slightly when Athanase's flinches away from his question hand, before continuing his exploration down towards where the folds still glimmer with lube. "The first, will require you to stop being a brat for the remaining 90 minutes, after which I will let you orgasm. The second –" slips a finger into the warm space, pushing it in as deeply as it will go, and the dragging it across the clit on his way back out, admiring the way that Athanase trembles in his arms. "I see how many orgasms I can get out of you in that time limit. Five? Six?" Says those numbers, fully aware that Athanase's limit is four, and bites down on the curve of a buttock, listening to him whine. Withdraws after having left the imprint of his teeth, pleased with himself. "Your choice, professor?" Slips the finger back inside, not as deeply this time, and simply allows it to explore the sensitive space.

There is a long moment of silence, one broken only by Athanase's shuddering breaths, and then he growls, and lifts his head. Face completely flushed red, jaws tight, embarrassment warring with his need in his beautiful eyes. His nose scrunches and his own fangs make an appearance as his mouth opens around under strained whine. He's cute, endearingly so, but he's also the only one that can satisfy his demands and August rather wants to spoil him just as much as he wants to split him in half. Slips a second finger in while he waits and finally, with an almost helpless snarl, Athanase gives in. "Just get me off, you absolute devil of a bastard, you're not edging me for two fucking hours."

"Don't think you can take it?" August asks sweetly, even as he slips his hand back out and stands, easily lifting Athanase with him. "Oh, dear me, Athan, you used to be so much better about that." The sharp feeling of teeth in his neck is well deserved, but it doesn't prevent him from teasing. Sits down in his chair and sets Athanase on the ground in front of him, steadying him as he wobbles, eyes sweeping up and down his body. "You've been eating again, good boy," he comments mildly and pokes at the navel piercing.

"I will kick your ass and leave you for dead," Athanase replies, and it is no idle threat, August knows, considering that it has happened in the past, but his revenge had left Athanase limping for weeks, and between the two he's certain that he'd won their spat.

"You'd miss my cock too much," he replies and pats his thigh. "Speaking of which, come up here and impale yourself." Smiles beatifically in response to the look he receives, but it says a lot, that Athanase does move to straddle his lap a moment latter, hands fisting in August's shirt.

"You're not that big," he growls.

"No, but you are that small," August replies, and sets his hands on that narrow waist, rubbing it gently – almost soothingly – with his thumbs, and ignores the spluttering offence that emerges. "Get to work, darling, or would you like to see if you can orgasm from just your nipples?" The familiar pet name had slipped out so easily, that he doesn't even register it until Athanase gives him a look, and starts to ease his way down. He's tight, delightfully so, but that is simply the way of all shifters, and so August bites back his instinctive offer of more lube and waits. Watches, his fingers digging into soft skin, as Athanase groans through clenched teeth, jaws so tight that he's surprised he can't hear them creaking and then he's flush. Flat against August's thighs, the familiar warmth of his ass seated there like that's where it belongs. Hands tangle in his hair, as Athanase nips at his neck, trembling from the strain, so beautifully flustered in ways that hint at his true emotions.

"Fuuuck," the curse word is drawn out like a strand of toffee, and then he's moving. Rising and falling, using August's shoulders as leverage to get even higher, drops back down, and August groans. Tightens his grip and starts to help him out, lending his own strength to the movement until Athanase is bouncing wildly, the rhythm one of harsh desperate need. His lips parted in a near constant 'o' as he gasps and wheezes and whines, and he is stunning in August's eyes. Absolutely mesmerizing. There isn't a thing that August wouldn't do for him, and that fills him with fear, the deep-set reminder, that for all their actions, at the moment they are still enemies on the opposite side of the battlefield. No matter how much he enjoys the feeling of Athanase wrapping his arms around his shoulders, burying his face in August's neck, and keening his way through an orgasm, its something that he should not be doing. He knows it, knows it very well, and yet, his hands still latch on to Athanase's ass, moving them both to the ground.

Pins him there, staring down into that red face, stained with tears and yet smiling at him, lips curved even as he pants for air. He's perfect in every way and August loves him more than he's ever loved anyone else, more than he thought that he could ever love someone. Loves him so much that it hurts.

"August."

That name again, falling from kiss-swollen lips, a voice that squirms its way into his heart and makes itself at home there. Made itself a home a long time ago, if he's being honest, and that too – that gut wrenching realization – is what has him ducking down to kiss the questioning look off Athanase's face. Doesn't want to see it there, because at the end of the day, as much as he hats himself for falling for the bastard, he loves him far to much to ever make him doubt their relationship. Withdraws from those soft lips and presses a kiss to Athanase's cheek, as sweet as he can allow himself to be, and then whispers in his ear. "That's one. Three left."