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Title: Unwoven 5/6 (Completed Fic)
Fandom: X: First Class
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Azazel/Riptide
Summary: Azazel sleeps with Raven, and everything falls apart.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
Part 1, Part 2
Part 3, Part 4
Chapter 5
The chicken pox took a week to run its course, a week filled with more crying and itching, stacks of storybook reading complete with funny voices (to Janos’s hilarity and Azazel’s embarrassment), more passing out on the couch, Janos struggling to cook something edible, the two of them playing cards while Juan batted at his dad’s tail like it was his personal toy, knocking their heads against the wall when Juan blurted streams of questions, all ending in ‘but why?’, and Janos entertaining Juan by running vortexes all over the room. The boy squealed over the tornadoes like they were the greatest thing he had ever seen. He ducked in and out of them, laughing when Janos made one crawl up his leg. He stuck his finger in it, testing its edges. He really was a sweet kid. He even curled his arm around his waist and tapped his fingers on his side when he was waiting for something, just like Azazel, who watched them both with a covert smile that made Janos both warm and anxious.
When Juan finally recovered, Azazel returned him to the circus, which he’d been moaning for during the whole week. A house in the middle of nowhere with only two adults for company wasn’t the most engaging of locations for a three year old who’d just gotten over a nauseating fever to spend all his time in. Right afterwards, Azazel returned Janos to his apartment. It was funny. Azazel’s house was in Ireland while Janos’s apartment was in Nice, yet it felt colder here.
Azazel started to release his hand. Janos clutched it and yanked him close, not daring to speak as he stared into Azazel’s eyes. So much hope shone in them. The unspoken question perched on his lips, taking the form of his name.
“Janos?”
“Oh, fuck it.”
Janos grabbed Azazel and kissed him like those first times in Puerto Rico, rolling on the earth of whatever patch of land they’d managed to find shelter in, frenzied, uncertain, yet very sure about one thing: a desire that wouldn’t cease until they both came under the burning sun. They clutched at each other with every limb they possessed. Azazel’s tail gripped Janos’s back, tip sliding up his spine to caress his nape and tickle behind his ear. Both men’s arms wandered everywhere, groping backs, bottoms, chests, ripping at buttons, seeking more skin, more heat, now. They had been too long denied. Janos pressed his leg between Azazel’s thighs, rubbing their erections together in a heady dance that had him gasping as Azazel kissed his way down his neck, licking every new patch of skin uncovered as he yanked Janos’s shirt open. Jonas stroked the base of Azazel’s tail, caressing it with soft, little brushes just like he liked it, and Azazel’s groaned into his chest, his breath cool on the saliva he’d streaked on Janos’s skin. He took one last swipe at Jonas’s nipple before sinking to his knees, pulling Jonas’s trousers open, and swallowed his erection deep into his mouth. Jonas’s head rolled back against the wall, smacking it with a thud, but he couldn’t feel pain right now. Azazel, Azazel, Azazel, he chanted in his head, his chest heaving with every breath Azazel sucked out of him with that delicious mouth. Sunlight flecked his eyelids red as he strained to hold himself upright, grasping at the walls with gummy fingers, but his legs turned to putty as Azazel tightened his lips, so warm and wet and soft, and now his hands were touching him too, one pushing Jonas into the wall so he wouldn’t fall, the other massaging his balls and rubbing his base, gripping with just the right amount of pressure as he licked up Jonas’s shaft, his pace slow, so damn slow, the tease, but so fucking good that Jonas was sure the neighbors would be able to hear the keens rising from his throat.
But no. Wait. There was something else he… he wanted to… God, Azazel was melting him.
He pushed at Azazel’s shoulders, trying to pry him off, but his arms were so numb and this felt so good that he couldn’t manage it.
“Wait,” he moaned. “Azazel, wait!”
Somehow, he stiffened his arms and pushed Azazel away.
“Not like that,” he said, meeting Azazel’s perplexed eyes. “Take your pants off.”
A shiver of anticipation crossed Azazel’s face, and he rushed to do so.
“My shirt as well?” he asked.
“Oh, yes.”
He should shrug off his shirt and jacket, too, Jonas thought, but only the wall held him up as his cock ached, protesting the disappearance of that wonderful mouth, but it was for a greater cause. Oh God, was it a great cause. Azazel stripped quickly, revealing a body as magnificent as the last time he’d seen it. A couple of new scars marked some muscles here and there, but Jonas rather liked them. They shone in the sun that streamed through the window behind them, glistening with a sheen of sweat that made Azazel’s red skin even more gorgeous to behold. But it wasn’t beholding he was most keen on right now. That would have to come later. Summoning strength into his legs, Jonas kissed Azazel again, maintaining enough concentration to push Azazel backwards until his thighs smacked the dinner table. Jonas sucked Azazel’s tongue in a slow, languid motion, taking his time, but soon, too soon, his body screamed for more, so he raised his head.
“Turn around,” he said.
Azazel gripped Jonas closer to him for a second before obeying. Jonas pushed him face down against the table, stroking up and down Azazel’s back as he spread his thighs apart. Jonas leaned into him, pressing the full length of his body against him as he suckled the back of Azazel’s neck while rubbing the underside of Azazel’s balls with his thigh. Azazel groaned into the table, his hands scratching the smooth surface as his tail tightened around Jonas’s back, but it wasn’t time for this yet. Jonas needed to get something first. He bit Azazel’s shoulder where it met his neck, making Azazel’s hips buck against his erection, and Jonas squeezed his eyes shut before he almost lost it and rodgered Azazel right there.
“Don’t move,” Janos said into Azazel’s ear and scrambled upright.
In the old days, Azazel would be saying something right now, some taunt, some tease, but now he was silent, as if he was afraid that anything he said might rub Janos the wrong way and make him call the whole thing off. As if Jonas could. Every second he kept himself from fucking Azazel felt like madness. But he didn’t feel like letting Azazel know that. Not yet.
Azazel didn’t move, not for the whole time that Janos rushed to his room, grabbed the tube of lube, and rushed back to the dining room. He remained splayed on the table, lovely backside in the air, legs even stretched further apart than before, begging Janos to take him and take him hard. He raised his head as Janos reached the bottom of the staircase and Janos stumbled, his hand nearly losing hold on the lube. There was much more than hunger in those eyes.
Azazel’s hips rose to meet him as he slicked his entrance, fingers diving deeper than they needed to, taunting him with touches light enough to tantalize yet nowhere near enough to satisfy, and Azazel clutched the far edge of the table, breath rattling, his back and legs shivering. Janos could practically hear him barking at him to get a move on, yet Azazel continued keeping his tongue still. Janos liked it. It was such a heady feeling to see Azazel bending to his will, following every command without question, but he might like it even better if Azazel weren’t keeping quite so silent.
“Beg me,” he said.
“What?” Azazel gasped, turning his head to look at Janos, desperation suffusing his face, but that wasn’t good enough.
“Beg me,” Janos repeated, voice harder this time.
Azazel dropped his head on the table with a thump.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Janos. Fuck me already.”
Janos removed his fingers and stepped back, leaving Azazel with no physical contact at all.
“You can do better than that.”
“Please, Janos. Fuck me. You’re killing me.”
“I don’t believe I am.”
“Janos, I want you to fuck me. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for the last four years. All I can think about is you. I’ve never been with anyone without thinking of you. Haven’t even done it with the lights on so I can’t see it’s not your face. Please, I want you. You’re the only one I want for the rest of my life. Can’t you see that?”
Azazel’s tail was clutching at him so hard it was starting to cut off his circulation.
“Your tail’s hurting me,” Janos said, his voice soft.
Azazel’s tail unraveled in an instant, dropping down by his side. Janos touched Azazel’s back, rubbing down his spine to the base of his tail, which curled up to give Janos access.
“You didn’t have to remove it completely,” he said, positioning himself behind Azazel.
The tail returned, tentative, brushing over his body with the slightest, nervous touch, then gripped him again as Janos pushed inside him, a moaned Russian phrase Janos didn’t understand rasping from his throat. Janos had to force himself not to rush in all at once. He wanted to relish this, to take his time after so long, but like so many of life’s plans, this one promptly jumped out the window without so much as a note. Azazel’s hips pushed back, impaling himself on Janos, and Janos felt onto him. Azazel wanted to be fucked? Oh, he was gonna get fucked. Janos pulled back and thrust without mercy or gentleness, hitting fast and hard on that spot inside Azazel that made him keen so wonderfully, adjusting his angle to reach it better. Azazel’s breaths were nothing but a series of open-mouthed moans and Janos wasn’t much different. The combination of Azazel’s tight body, his sudden submissiveness, and the delightful sounds he was making made him dizzy with pleasure. Oh, how he’d missed this. Azazel’s tail clutched Janos as if his life depended on it. He clenched around Jonas’s cock, pushing himself into Jonas’s thrusts with such abandon, as if Jonas were his whole life. Jonas reached down to touch Azazel, but the table got in the way, and he couldn’t manage more than a few clumsy fumbles, yet Azazel came soon enough. Jonas felt a wave of satisfaction at that. Not much later, Janos came deep in Azazel’s body, gasping his name.
He slid to the floor, or tried to, for Azazel’s tail tugged at him, but that wasn’t much of a problem, for the other man slid right along with him. They collapsed on their backs on the tiled floor, which felt far too chilly, but neither could be bothered to move. Janos’s eyes slid shut. Azazel’s tail was wedged under him, digging into his back, but he didn’t mind.
“Does this mean you’re taking me back?” Azazel asked after they recovered their breath.
Jonas chuckled at how insecure Azazel sounded even after what they just did.
“Yes, it does.”
Part 6
Fandom: X: First Class
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Azazel/Riptide
Summary: Azazel sleeps with Raven, and everything falls apart.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
Part 1, Part 2
Part 3, Part 4
Chapter 5
The chicken pox took a week to run its course, a week filled with more crying and itching, stacks of storybook reading complete with funny voices (to Janos’s hilarity and Azazel’s embarrassment), more passing out on the couch, Janos struggling to cook something edible, the two of them playing cards while Juan batted at his dad’s tail like it was his personal toy, knocking their heads against the wall when Juan blurted streams of questions, all ending in ‘but why?’, and Janos entertaining Juan by running vortexes all over the room. The boy squealed over the tornadoes like they were the greatest thing he had ever seen. He ducked in and out of them, laughing when Janos made one crawl up his leg. He stuck his finger in it, testing its edges. He really was a sweet kid. He even curled his arm around his waist and tapped his fingers on his side when he was waiting for something, just like Azazel, who watched them both with a covert smile that made Janos both warm and anxious.
When Juan finally recovered, Azazel returned him to the circus, which he’d been moaning for during the whole week. A house in the middle of nowhere with only two adults for company wasn’t the most engaging of locations for a three year old who’d just gotten over a nauseating fever to spend all his time in. Right afterwards, Azazel returned Janos to his apartment. It was funny. Azazel’s house was in Ireland while Janos’s apartment was in Nice, yet it felt colder here.
Azazel started to release his hand. Janos clutched it and yanked him close, not daring to speak as he stared into Azazel’s eyes. So much hope shone in them. The unspoken question perched on his lips, taking the form of his name.
“Janos?”
“Oh, fuck it.”
Janos grabbed Azazel and kissed him like those first times in Puerto Rico, rolling on the earth of whatever patch of land they’d managed to find shelter in, frenzied, uncertain, yet very sure about one thing: a desire that wouldn’t cease until they both came under the burning sun. They clutched at each other with every limb they possessed. Azazel’s tail gripped Janos’s back, tip sliding up his spine to caress his nape and tickle behind his ear. Both men’s arms wandered everywhere, groping backs, bottoms, chests, ripping at buttons, seeking more skin, more heat, now. They had been too long denied. Janos pressed his leg between Azazel’s thighs, rubbing their erections together in a heady dance that had him gasping as Azazel kissed his way down his neck, licking every new patch of skin uncovered as he yanked Janos’s shirt open. Jonas stroked the base of Azazel’s tail, caressing it with soft, little brushes just like he liked it, and Azazel’s groaned into his chest, his breath cool on the saliva he’d streaked on Janos’s skin. He took one last swipe at Jonas’s nipple before sinking to his knees, pulling Jonas’s trousers open, and swallowed his erection deep into his mouth. Jonas’s head rolled back against the wall, smacking it with a thud, but he couldn’t feel pain right now. Azazel, Azazel, Azazel, he chanted in his head, his chest heaving with every breath Azazel sucked out of him with that delicious mouth. Sunlight flecked his eyelids red as he strained to hold himself upright, grasping at the walls with gummy fingers, but his legs turned to putty as Azazel tightened his lips, so warm and wet and soft, and now his hands were touching him too, one pushing Jonas into the wall so he wouldn’t fall, the other massaging his balls and rubbing his base, gripping with just the right amount of pressure as he licked up Jonas’s shaft, his pace slow, so damn slow, the tease, but so fucking good that Jonas was sure the neighbors would be able to hear the keens rising from his throat.
But no. Wait. There was something else he… he wanted to… God, Azazel was melting him.
He pushed at Azazel’s shoulders, trying to pry him off, but his arms were so numb and this felt so good that he couldn’t manage it.
“Wait,” he moaned. “Azazel, wait!”
Somehow, he stiffened his arms and pushed Azazel away.
“Not like that,” he said, meeting Azazel’s perplexed eyes. “Take your pants off.”
A shiver of anticipation crossed Azazel’s face, and he rushed to do so.
“My shirt as well?” he asked.
“Oh, yes.”
He should shrug off his shirt and jacket, too, Jonas thought, but only the wall held him up as his cock ached, protesting the disappearance of that wonderful mouth, but it was for a greater cause. Oh God, was it a great cause. Azazel stripped quickly, revealing a body as magnificent as the last time he’d seen it. A couple of new scars marked some muscles here and there, but Jonas rather liked them. They shone in the sun that streamed through the window behind them, glistening with a sheen of sweat that made Azazel’s red skin even more gorgeous to behold. But it wasn’t beholding he was most keen on right now. That would have to come later. Summoning strength into his legs, Jonas kissed Azazel again, maintaining enough concentration to push Azazel backwards until his thighs smacked the dinner table. Jonas sucked Azazel’s tongue in a slow, languid motion, taking his time, but soon, too soon, his body screamed for more, so he raised his head.
“Turn around,” he said.
Azazel gripped Jonas closer to him for a second before obeying. Jonas pushed him face down against the table, stroking up and down Azazel’s back as he spread his thighs apart. Jonas leaned into him, pressing the full length of his body against him as he suckled the back of Azazel’s neck while rubbing the underside of Azazel’s balls with his thigh. Azazel groaned into the table, his hands scratching the smooth surface as his tail tightened around Jonas’s back, but it wasn’t time for this yet. Jonas needed to get something first. He bit Azazel’s shoulder where it met his neck, making Azazel’s hips buck against his erection, and Jonas squeezed his eyes shut before he almost lost it and rodgered Azazel right there.
“Don’t move,” Janos said into Azazel’s ear and scrambled upright.
In the old days, Azazel would be saying something right now, some taunt, some tease, but now he was silent, as if he was afraid that anything he said might rub Janos the wrong way and make him call the whole thing off. As if Jonas could. Every second he kept himself from fucking Azazel felt like madness. But he didn’t feel like letting Azazel know that. Not yet.
Azazel didn’t move, not for the whole time that Janos rushed to his room, grabbed the tube of lube, and rushed back to the dining room. He remained splayed on the table, lovely backside in the air, legs even stretched further apart than before, begging Janos to take him and take him hard. He raised his head as Janos reached the bottom of the staircase and Janos stumbled, his hand nearly losing hold on the lube. There was much more than hunger in those eyes.
Azazel’s hips rose to meet him as he slicked his entrance, fingers diving deeper than they needed to, taunting him with touches light enough to tantalize yet nowhere near enough to satisfy, and Azazel clutched the far edge of the table, breath rattling, his back and legs shivering. Janos could practically hear him barking at him to get a move on, yet Azazel continued keeping his tongue still. Janos liked it. It was such a heady feeling to see Azazel bending to his will, following every command without question, but he might like it even better if Azazel weren’t keeping quite so silent.
“Beg me,” he said.
“What?” Azazel gasped, turning his head to look at Janos, desperation suffusing his face, but that wasn’t good enough.
“Beg me,” Janos repeated, voice harder this time.
Azazel dropped his head on the table with a thump.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Janos. Fuck me already.”
Janos removed his fingers and stepped back, leaving Azazel with no physical contact at all.
“You can do better than that.”
“Please, Janos. Fuck me. You’re killing me.”
“I don’t believe I am.”
“Janos, I want you to fuck me. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for the last four years. All I can think about is you. I’ve never been with anyone without thinking of you. Haven’t even done it with the lights on so I can’t see it’s not your face. Please, I want you. You’re the only one I want for the rest of my life. Can’t you see that?”
Azazel’s tail was clutching at him so hard it was starting to cut off his circulation.
“Your tail’s hurting me,” Janos said, his voice soft.
Azazel’s tail unraveled in an instant, dropping down by his side. Janos touched Azazel’s back, rubbing down his spine to the base of his tail, which curled up to give Janos access.
“You didn’t have to remove it completely,” he said, positioning himself behind Azazel.
The tail returned, tentative, brushing over his body with the slightest, nervous touch, then gripped him again as Janos pushed inside him, a moaned Russian phrase Janos didn’t understand rasping from his throat. Janos had to force himself not to rush in all at once. He wanted to relish this, to take his time after so long, but like so many of life’s plans, this one promptly jumped out the window without so much as a note. Azazel’s hips pushed back, impaling himself on Janos, and Janos felt onto him. Azazel wanted to be fucked? Oh, he was gonna get fucked. Janos pulled back and thrust without mercy or gentleness, hitting fast and hard on that spot inside Azazel that made him keen so wonderfully, adjusting his angle to reach it better. Azazel’s breaths were nothing but a series of open-mouthed moans and Janos wasn’t much different. The combination of Azazel’s tight body, his sudden submissiveness, and the delightful sounds he was making made him dizzy with pleasure. Oh, how he’d missed this. Azazel’s tail clutched Janos as if his life depended on it. He clenched around Jonas’s cock, pushing himself into Jonas’s thrusts with such abandon, as if Jonas were his whole life. Jonas reached down to touch Azazel, but the table got in the way, and he couldn’t manage more than a few clumsy fumbles, yet Azazel came soon enough. Jonas felt a wave of satisfaction at that. Not much later, Janos came deep in Azazel’s body, gasping his name.
He slid to the floor, or tried to, for Azazel’s tail tugged at him, but that wasn’t much of a problem, for the other man slid right along with him. They collapsed on their backs on the tiled floor, which felt far too chilly, but neither could be bothered to move. Janos’s eyes slid shut. Azazel’s tail was wedged under him, digging into his back, but he didn’t mind.
“Does this mean you’re taking me back?” Azazel asked after they recovered their breath.
Jonas chuckled at how insecure Azazel sounded even after what they just did.
“Yes, it does.”
Part 6
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Oh, and this is just a tiny typo thing, but during this sentence Jonas reached down to touch Azazel, but the table got in the way, you misspelled Janos. Instead it read "Jonas", like Jonas Brothers. LOL. Threw me off for a second. haha.
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Ack! Fixed it. I kept doing that while I was writing this chapter. I don't know why. I do switch letters around in reading and writing, though.
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