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Problem Children
War and Gabe are fucked up, yo.
Problem Children
NC-17 | Gabriel/War | ~1,100 words
“I think I’m going to tear you open,” War says.
kink: dirty talk ( + violence, pain and bloodplay, moderately abusive relationship (D:)) My card.
“No, seriously, you are so creepy,” Gabriel reminds War, who’s running his tongue along the shell of his ear like it’s a new delicacy, which, to horsemen, it probably is. Archangel ears deep fried and covered in sugar are probably what he eats at carnivals and lynchings, the sick fuck.
“I know,” War murmurs, his teeth tugging at Gabriel’s earlobe, holding Gabriel’s head still with one hand in his hair.
“Fucking weirdo,” Gabriel sighs, grinding his hips down onto War’s lap. War growls an affirmation, one hand moving to cup Gabriel’s ass and pull him closer.
“Fucking archangel,” War snarls, biting down on Gabriel’s neck hard enough to make him jerk, trying to throw his head back and unable to, held in place by War’s teeth. “You tease.”
“Not a tease if you put out,” Gabriel says, nuzzling into War’s temple. War’s fisting his hands in the lower hem of Gabriel’s shirt, ignoring the buttons and calmly ripping it open like the horny drama queen he is.
“I think I’m going to tear you open,” War says, the fabric shredding under his fingertips.
Gabriel is going to ignore the shiver that just went up his spine.
“Ohkay,” Gabriel says, hissing as War drags his fingernails in jagged patterns across his skin. Lines of fire, too sharp to not be Horseman magic, sweep down his back, cresting at the hem of his jeans and swirling to his front.
War grins, his teeth long and sharp. All the better to eat you with, my dear.
“I’ll rip you to shreds, Gabriel,” War murmurs, digging his thumbnails into Gabriel’s hips. “You’ll bleed and beg me not to stop.”
“Get to it,” Gabriel snaps.
“Oh no,” War chuckles. “You’re so impatient, Gabriel. I think I’ll take my time.” He tears into the waist of Gabriel’s jeans. The denim doesn’t have a chance. “You’ll melt, like ice cream, and I can just lick you up.”
“Weirdo,” Gabriel repeats, his throat suddenly dry.
“You love it,” War chuckles. “You will soon, anyway.”
What’s left of Gabriel clothes burn away, crackling to pieces under War’s fingertips, leaving him naked and covered in a fine layer of ash. He smoothes his hands down War’s clean, white shirt, turning it grey.
War snarls, hungry and animalistic, as he grabs Gabriel’s wrists, pulling them flush and holding his hands over their heads. He bites at Gabriel’s lower lip, letting go just as Gabriel starts to taste blood; it runs down his chin and War laps it up, feeding it back into Gabriel’s mouth so he can taste himself, hot and coppery, his blood sizzling with the tiniest touch of Grace.
“Stop showing off and fuck me already,” Gabriel absolutely does not whine.
“You’re slutty for an angel,” War chuckles.
“Fuck me,” Gabriel demands, amazed that he has to say it this many times. Seriously, he’s already naked. Sighing, War thumbs over Gabriel’s abused lip, smearing blood and pressing into the wound until Gabriel feels a deep, throbbing ache. He pushes his thumb into Gabriel’s mouth, seemingly fascinated with the sharpness of his teeth.
“You mouth’s suited for things that aren’t talking, Gabriel.”
His skin tastes like fire and gunpowder and blood and Gabriel thinks most of that’s natural. He sucks on War’s fingers, trying to take away any hints of his own taste so he can find out.
“Much better,” War says. He lets Gabriel take his wrist, relaxing his hand, letting Gabriel bend it into whatever shape he likes.
“Going to fuck me yet?”
War flexes, pulling his shirt over his head. “Yeah. I think I am.”
“Good,” Gabriel purrs. He snaps his fingers, banishing War’s clothes to somewhere far, far away. Like the Sun. War laughs, a short machine-gun stacatto, and pulls Gabriel closer, his hands on Gabriel’s thighs as he twists him into place, the head of his cock pressing against Gabriel’s ass for a hot, painful second before he’s sliding in. Gabriel groans, working himself down on it until the pressure turns to tight pleasure curling up his spine and in his stomach.
“Still want to kill me?” Gabriel asks.
“Who said anything about killing?” War’s hands are vices on Gabriel’s hips, lifting him up and slamming him back down. “I want to break you open, angel. Take you apart piece by piece; make you sob and writhe and come until you can’t take it.” He leans forward, gathering the drop of blood trailing down Gabriel’s neck with his mouth. “And then I’m going to do it again.”
Gabriel makes a noise that he thinks might have meant something in caveman, tightening his thighs around War.
“I almost wish you didn’t like that idea so much. You’re so much hotter when you fight.” War chuckles. “You broke my nose once, and the blood was dripping down my face and your knuckles.”
Gabriel sighs, letting his eyes close. He remembers.
“You’re fucking magnificent, angel. All that wrath and fury wrapped in skin,” War growls. “You’re a nuclear bomb.”
“You would get off on weapons,” Gabriel tries not to stutter, pulling War’s hands from his hips. His skin feels burn where they’ve touched, painful and sensitive. Gabriel twines their fingers together, working his hips in short jerks while he sends tendrils of Grace up War’s arms. He can see it crawling through his veins, blackening them while War’s grip tightens.
“That hurts,” War hisses.
Gabriel grins, threading Grace that much faster.
War writhes under him, his skin cracking, blood running down his forearms and dripping onto Gabriel’s legs. “Don’t stop.”
War kisses like he’s trying to break Gabriel’s jaw, clashing their teeth together and splitting Gabriel’s lip anew. Someone’s blood is running down Gabriel’s throat and chin.
They topple out of their chair and onto the floor, War holding on to Gabriel so tight that it’s not even a real fight, he pins Gabriel onto his back, pushing Gabriel’s hands back so hard he can’t move them, can’t move at all except for the way his body jerks as War fucks into him, frenzied with blood and sacrifice.
“Magnificent,” War hisses, his words grating into Gabriel’s ear.
~
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Problem Children
NC-17 | Gabriel/War | ~1,100 words
“I think I’m going to tear you open,” War says.
kink: dirty talk ( + violence, pain and bloodplay, moderately abusive relationship (D:)) My card.
“No, seriously, you are so creepy,” Gabriel reminds War, who’s running his tongue along the shell of his ear like it’s a new delicacy, which, to horsemen, it probably is. Archangel ears deep fried and covered in sugar are probably what he eats at carnivals and lynchings, the sick fuck.
“I know,” War murmurs, his teeth tugging at Gabriel’s earlobe, holding Gabriel’s head still with one hand in his hair.
“Fucking weirdo,” Gabriel sighs, grinding his hips down onto War’s lap. War growls an affirmation, one hand moving to cup Gabriel’s ass and pull him closer.
“Fucking archangel,” War snarls, biting down on Gabriel’s neck hard enough to make him jerk, trying to throw his head back and unable to, held in place by War’s teeth. “You tease.”
“Not a tease if you put out,” Gabriel says, nuzzling into War’s temple. War’s fisting his hands in the lower hem of Gabriel’s shirt, ignoring the buttons and calmly ripping it open like the horny drama queen he is.
“I think I’m going to tear you open,” War says, the fabric shredding under his fingertips.
Gabriel is going to ignore the shiver that just went up his spine.
“Ohkay,” Gabriel says, hissing as War drags his fingernails in jagged patterns across his skin. Lines of fire, too sharp to not be Horseman magic, sweep down his back, cresting at the hem of his jeans and swirling to his front.
War grins, his teeth long and sharp. All the better to eat you with, my dear.
“I’ll rip you to shreds, Gabriel,” War murmurs, digging his thumbnails into Gabriel’s hips. “You’ll bleed and beg me not to stop.”
“Get to it,” Gabriel snaps.
“Oh no,” War chuckles. “You’re so impatient, Gabriel. I think I’ll take my time.” He tears into the waist of Gabriel’s jeans. The denim doesn’t have a chance. “You’ll melt, like ice cream, and I can just lick you up.”
“Weirdo,” Gabriel repeats, his throat suddenly dry.
“You love it,” War chuckles. “You will soon, anyway.”
What’s left of Gabriel clothes burn away, crackling to pieces under War’s fingertips, leaving him naked and covered in a fine layer of ash. He smoothes his hands down War’s clean, white shirt, turning it grey.
War snarls, hungry and animalistic, as he grabs Gabriel’s wrists, pulling them flush and holding his hands over their heads. He bites at Gabriel’s lower lip, letting go just as Gabriel starts to taste blood; it runs down his chin and War laps it up, feeding it back into Gabriel’s mouth so he can taste himself, hot and coppery, his blood sizzling with the tiniest touch of Grace.
“Stop showing off and fuck me already,” Gabriel absolutely does not whine.
“You’re slutty for an angel,” War chuckles.
“Fuck me,” Gabriel demands, amazed that he has to say it this many times. Seriously, he’s already naked. Sighing, War thumbs over Gabriel’s abused lip, smearing blood and pressing into the wound until Gabriel feels a deep, throbbing ache. He pushes his thumb into Gabriel’s mouth, seemingly fascinated with the sharpness of his teeth.
“You mouth’s suited for things that aren’t talking, Gabriel.”
His skin tastes like fire and gunpowder and blood and Gabriel thinks most of that’s natural. He sucks on War’s fingers, trying to take away any hints of his own taste so he can find out.
“Much better,” War says. He lets Gabriel take his wrist, relaxing his hand, letting Gabriel bend it into whatever shape he likes.
“Going to fuck me yet?”
War flexes, pulling his shirt over his head. “Yeah. I think I am.”
“Good,” Gabriel purrs. He snaps his fingers, banishing War’s clothes to somewhere far, far away. Like the Sun. War laughs, a short machine-gun stacatto, and pulls Gabriel closer, his hands on Gabriel’s thighs as he twists him into place, the head of his cock pressing against Gabriel’s ass for a hot, painful second before he’s sliding in. Gabriel groans, working himself down on it until the pressure turns to tight pleasure curling up his spine and in his stomach.
“Still want to kill me?” Gabriel asks.
“Who said anything about killing?” War’s hands are vices on Gabriel’s hips, lifting him up and slamming him back down. “I want to break you open, angel. Take you apart piece by piece; make you sob and writhe and come until you can’t take it.” He leans forward, gathering the drop of blood trailing down Gabriel’s neck with his mouth. “And then I’m going to do it again.”
Gabriel makes a noise that he thinks might have meant something in caveman, tightening his thighs around War.
“I almost wish you didn’t like that idea so much. You’re so much hotter when you fight.” War chuckles. “You broke my nose once, and the blood was dripping down my face and your knuckles.”
Gabriel sighs, letting his eyes close. He remembers.
“You’re fucking magnificent, angel. All that wrath and fury wrapped in skin,” War growls. “You’re a nuclear bomb.”
“You would get off on weapons,” Gabriel tries not to stutter, pulling War’s hands from his hips. His skin feels burn where they’ve touched, painful and sensitive. Gabriel twines their fingers together, working his hips in short jerks while he sends tendrils of Grace up War’s arms. He can see it crawling through his veins, blackening them while War’s grip tightens.
“That hurts,” War hisses.
Gabriel grins, threading Grace that much faster.
War writhes under him, his skin cracking, blood running down his forearms and dripping onto Gabriel’s legs. “Don’t stop.”
War kisses like he’s trying to break Gabriel’s jaw, clashing their teeth together and splitting Gabriel’s lip anew. Someone’s blood is running down Gabriel’s throat and chin.
They topple out of their chair and onto the floor, War holding on to Gabriel so tight that it’s not even a real fight, he pins Gabriel onto his back, pushing Gabriel’s hands back so hard he can’t move them, can’t move at all except for the way his body jerks as War fucks into him, frenzied with blood and sacrifice.
“Magnificent,” War hisses, his words grating into Gabriel’s ear.
~
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“You’re fucking magnificent, angel. All that wrath and fury wrapped in skin,” War growls. “You’re a nuclear bomb.”
That's just perfect. And that last line, so awesome!
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