Archer Cassidy (foglighting) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2021-11-24 09:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, archer, archer x ezra, ezra |
Who: Ezra and Archer
When: night, Monday, June 18th
Where: out of town, then home
Warning: murders most foul, then turns NSFW
Status: complete
The minute Archer opened his eyes that morning, he knew he was going to kill someone that day. He wasn’t angry or vengeful, it was more like a hunger. A craving that only something very specific would satisfy. He laid in bed for several minutes, gazing over at sleeping Ezra, as he chewed on that feeling. Archer briefly considered putting a pillow over his lover’s face, but decided against it just as quickly. He wanted to keep Ezra, that wouldn’t do. It would have to be someone else, somewhere else. Archer had to be smart about it, because he knew that churning desire in him was just getting ramped up.
He was able to act normal through the morning, eating a light breakfast and kissing Ezra goodbye as he left for work, all while visions of mayhem and death danced through his head. Once he was alone, he got as prepared as he could, then got into his car and left. Archer drove straight out of town, headed for Bangor. It was best not to shit where you ate, so they said, and he’d already committed one murder in Point Pleasant. It would be smarter to spread them around and avoid leaving a trail, as much as possible.
By the time he reached Bangor, the craving was incredibly strong. It was enough to jumble his thoughts and make him reckless. The first woman he killed was in a wooded park, jogging alone. It was easy enough to grab her off of the trail, drag her into the bushes, and strangle the life out of her. Watching the light go out in her terrified eyes scratched that itch enough to calm him down -- like a junkie with their first hit of the day. Archer could focus after that. Grateful that he’d still had the presence of mind to wear gloves, he got back in his car and drove to a different part of Bangor to strike again.
Archer picked a house in a nice neighborhood with no cars in the driveway, and as he was breaking into it, he discovered something odd. Picking the lock had been giving him some trouble, and Archer’s fist moved to hit the door in frustration ... only it went straight through instead. He hadn’t punched a hole in the material, his hand just passed right through the wood, like either his body or the door wasn’t solid. Startled, he’d yanked it back, but his hand was fine. With a little willpower and fascinated practice, Archer made it happen again, and he reached up to unlock the deadbolt from the inside.
He spent another couple of hours in the empty house, waiting for the family to get home, and practicing walking through solid objects. Archer might have thought he was going crazy, but considering the shit he’d seen in the past five months, on top of how weird he felt, why would he even question anything anymore? Now it seemed that he had a choice in being a solid object or not, and that was delightful and extremely useful. He knew it had to be some side effect of being in that shitty place for so long -- it was about goddamn time something positive came out of that torture. So he phased his way into a closet and continued to wait.
When Archer left that house, four were dead inside of it, and it was getting late. He had cleaned up as best he could, changed into the spare clothes that he’d brought along, sprayed everything down with bleach. He emptied the family’s trash, stuffed his bloody clothes inside, and took the bag with him, stopping off at a rural roadside gas station on the way home to toss it into their dumpster.
Archer had left his phone at home on purpose, aware that GPS was always tracking his movements, and it was almost nine o’clock when he pulled up to the house again. He was sure Ezra was going to be upset and worried, but the bone-deep satisfaction humming inside of him said that was okay. Ezra would accept his cover story and forgive him for “forgetting” his phone, because that was what Ezra did. Feeling good and loose and happy for once, Archer let himself into the house and went to find his boy.
As far as Ezra knew, it had been a normal day. A few people were missing from the office, had called in sick, but nothing stood out from the ordinary. He went about his business, stopped at the grocery store, and got home to make dinner. When Archer didn’t show up shortly after him, he texted him, asking where he was, but didn’t hear back. After that, he called, only to hear the phone vibrating on the counter. He frowned and tried not to worry, but as the hours passed, he got more and more agitated. Where was Archer? He wanted to call around, but knew nobody that he worked with—all those numbers were in Archer’s phone, not his. He thought about calling the police, but didn’t want to over react, especially when he’d already reported him missing a few months ago. A repeat occurrence wasn’t something he wanted on the books unless it was necessary and the last thing he wanted was the cops becoming overly familiar with them. So he waited, drinking to calm his nerves, until he heard the side door open and someone step inside. “Arch?” he called out, immediately on his feet and moving towards his boyfriend. “Where the fuck have you been?!”
He could hear the upset in Ezra’s voice already, but that didn’t bother Archer any. He knew how to calm his man down. “Yeah, it’s me,” he called before Ezra came into view, walking to meet him. Archer smiled warmly at him and leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the lips whether he wanted it or not. Then he winced and made an apologetic face. “I’m so sorry babe, I totally forgot my phone this morning. There was work and then I was handling this client who wanted to go out for a drink and the bullshitting just went on and on.” He rolled his eyes at this pretend business schmoozing and squeezed Ezra’s arm. “Were you worried? I’m sorry,” he said again, his expression turning regretful again.
The excuses did little to soothe Ezra’s annoyance, but there was little there he could argue with. It all sounded perfectly legit on the surface, except he knew that if their roles had been reversed, Archer would have given him hell for forgetting his phone. “It’s late,” he pointed out. “I made dinner hours ago. It’s Monday. Who’s the client?” he asked, feeling like he was owed a little bit more of an explanation. He could maybe buy into it on a Thursday or Friday, but the whole thing rubbed him the wrong way. Archer could have called him at the very least, either from work or from the bar, letting him know he’d be home late.
Archer hadn’t expected Ezra to completely forgive him instantly, but he was still slightly irritated inside that he didn’t. He’d been feeling so good, all he wanted was a shower and an orgasm and to fall asleep. Obviously he was going to have to do some more damage control though. “Danny Tompkins from C&E Development, out of Bangor,” he answered smoothly. Archer had worked the details out in his head on his drive home so he would be prepared for questions like this. “He’s looking to hire us for this apartment complex down there. Dad asked me to butter him up some, you know?” Archer waved a hand vaguely. That was how business was done, at least in their industry. “I’m sorry babe, I know I should’ve called ... you ate, didn’t you?”
The names and the details made it all real, forcing Ezra to give when he really didn’t want to. To make matters worse, he knew that Archer’s father could have confirmed it all, would probably have done so hours ago, but he was the one person that Ezra refused to call. He’d never had the best relationship with Archer’s parents, but the same could be said in reverse. He tried not to let it bother him, but sometimes it was inconvenient. “Yeah, kinda,” he said, since he’d picked at his food before packing it up as leftovers. If he’d known Archer wasn’t going to be home, he wouldn’t have even bothered to cook. He sighed, trying to let his anger go. “Did you eat? Or was it just drinks? Where’d you go?”
Something in Archer relaxed a bit as he saw Ezra accept his story. He knew very well about the discomfort between his man and his father, and this wasn’t the first time it had worked in his favor. Of course, in the past he’d never done anything like what he’d done today, but that didn’t matter for the cover story. “Just drinks, more or less,” Archer answered, giving a sheepish sort of smile. Feeling more comfortable now, he shrugged out of his jacket and moved around Ezra to get more settled in. “We were at Dragonfly. Do you want me to whip us up something quick? Or did you put dinner in the fridge ...?” Having dinner together late was better than not at all, right? Hopefully some food would make Ezra simmer down completely.
Ezra didn’t want to be bitter, but the idea of Archer spending his evening at Dragonfly, while he sat at home and worried, grated on him. Even if it was work, he always enjoyed himself there and it made him want to go out to drinks with his coworkers while Archer sat at home. Except Ezra knew he’d end up paying for it. Archer would be in such a piss poor mood afterwards that he’d probably regret it. “I made cajun chicken pasta. It’s in the fridge. We can heat it back up,” he sighed, still feeling put out. “I might have a drink.” Or two. Just enough to calm himself down. “So did you close the deal?”
Archer was genuinely starving, he’d expended a lot of energy and he hadn’t even had any alcoholic calories to fill up his stomach that day. Eating food out of that family’s kitchen had seemed kind of gauche somehow. Stuffing himself with Ezra’s cajun chicken pasta and taking his boy to bed sounded like the perfect end to a glorious day. If Ezra’s pouting eased up, that was. “Yeah, I did,” Archer lied smoothly, flashing Ezra a pleased smile. It came naturally tonight. He stepped in close to brush a kiss over his cheek. “So pour me one too, if you don’t mind, we’ll celebrate. I’m just gonna run upstairs to change. Then I’ll heat up the food, yeah? Just relax. I love you. I’m making big moves, babe, big moves.” He grinned again and patted Ezra’s ass as he moved away to head for the stairs.
Ezra scowled as Archer patted his ass and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath through his nose. There was nothing more frustrating than being in a bad mood around someone in a good one, but he could try to change it. He didn’t want to bring Archer down, or rain on his parade, especially when it happened so rarely. They should celebrate, so he was just going to have to suck it up and deal with it. Grabbing a bottle of white wine from the fridge, he poured himself a glass, then one for Archer, not waiting until he returned to have himself a drink. It didn’t make him feel loads better, but he thought he could get there if he worked at it.
Archer knew that Ezra was still pissed as he thumped up the steps, but he couldn’t care much. He would get over it and forget about it, that was what Ezra did. Archer was feeling too alive and electric to give a shit if his boy sulked for a few hours. He hurriedly ditched his clothes in the hamper and ducked into their master bathroom, using the big mirror and bright lights to look himself over for any blood he may have missed. He knew taking a full shower might raise Ezra’s suspicions again, so he just used a washcloth to scrub at a few spots, swished some mouthwash, and changed into some comfortable, clean clothes. Archer descended the stairs again and found Ezra still in the kitchen, humming his appreciation as he reached for his wine. “Thank you,” he murmured, taking a sip before he padded to the fridge to find their dinner and dish it out.
Spending the evening sulking really wasn’t Ezra’s idea of a good time, so he was hoping he could turn his mood around, especially when Archer was in such a good mood himself. He used to not be so sensitive about Archer staying out late, it happened from time to time, but since he’d gone missing he’d become more aware of his comings and goings, worried that he’d step out of the house and not come back again. It had shattered his life once; he didn’t think he could do it a second time. “So does this mean you’ll be spending more time up in Bangor?” Ezra asked, taking a sip of his wine. Normally he’d help reheat dinner, but seeing as he’d already cooked once tonight, Archer could handle it for them both.
Archer got a couple of plates and started scooping pasta onto both of them, glancing back at Ezra’s question. “Most likely, yes,” he answered. “It will be my project, so I’ll have to be closely involved.” That was an angle he hadn’t really thought of on his drive home, but it would give him a handy excuse to be gone from Point Pleasant more often ... and considering how the night had gone and how fucking good and satisfied he felt, Archer knew it would happen again. This was part of him now, he could feel it deep down. It was something he needed. Perhaps not often -- he felt like that satisfaction would stick around for a while, the itch thoroughly scratched -- but he would see how he felt. An invented big project in Bangor gave him good coverage. He licked some sauce off of his thumb and stuck the first plate in the microwave. “Is that going to be an issue for you?” he asked, gaze coming back to his boyfriend.
Ezra wasn’t thrilled about it, but he couldn’t say it was going to be an issue for him. This was Archer’s job, not some extracurricular activity he could push aside, or a particular person that Ezra had developed a distaste for. He liked his schedule to be neat and tidy, for his boyfriend to be home when he expected him with no surprises. They’d had enough surprises lately. But this wasn’t something he felt he could complain about. “No,” he said with a touch of hesitation. “Just… try to remember your phone next time, so I at least know where you are and when you’ll be home. I worry. Especially since you went missing.” There wasn’t fog this time, or bizarre behavior, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t crossed his mind. The possibilities felt endless, even when it was something as simple as a business deal running long.
He was pleased that Ezra said it wasn’t a problem, even if Archer suspected he didn’t like it. They had an understanding about their careers -- they were important, both personally and financially. Archer supposed now he would have to find a project to work on to fill up the time he wasn’t using to pursue his new passion, but he could handle that, he’d made looking busy into a fine art. The rest of what Ezra said actually touched him a bit, and once he’d started the microwave he smiled faintly and moved in closer. Archer slipped his arms around Ezra and kissed the side of his neck. “I will, I promise,” he murmured. “I’m sorry. It was thoughtless of me, I should’ve known you would worry a lot. Won’t happen again.” Archer nuzzled him a bit and breathed him in.
Ezra sighed and leaned into Archer, smiling softly when he nuzzled and kissed his neck. He wanted to stay mad at Archer, maybe guilt trip him a little for making him worry, but it was hard to hold onto his anger when his apologies seemed so genuine. The night didn’t have to be ruined, he didn’t have to bring Archer’s mood down with his; it would just take a little work on his part. “You’ll make it up to me?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder towards Archer. “Maybe go down to the pier on Friday?” He could have probably talked Archer into it anyways, but this gave him an excuse and maybe a little bit of leverage if Archer was hoping to stay in.
Archer could practically feel Ezra relax further at the affection, and it relaxed him in turn. If his closest person didn’t suspect anything about what he’d been up to today, then Archer figured he could fool anyone and everyone else. Ezra knew him the best, and if he couldn’t tell that Archer wasn’t sorry in the slightest, he was doing a pretty good job of lying. He would need that skill as time went on, he knew. Archer gave a soft hum and kissed at Ezra’s cheek, one hand slipping down his chest further. “Oh I’ll make it up to you,” he murmured suggestively, then grinned a bit. “But yeah, of course, if you want to go to the pier Friday, that’s what we’ll do. We’ll make a date of it.”
Ezra snorted softly, unable to help himself, completely unsurprised that Archer was already thinking about sex. He’d probably come home expecting it, having won himself a deal, intent on celebrating. Ezra told himself he wasn’t in the mood, but Archer’s hand sliding down his chest made his heart beat faster and his cock stir with interest. It was maddening how much control that man had over his body, even when he was angry with him. “Maybe we’ll party a little? Have dinner? A bottle of wine?” He was sure to be in a better mood then, happy to give in to whatever Archer wanted.
“Mmmhmm,” Archer hummed his agreement. As he did so, he brushed his fingers over the small nub of Ezra’s nipple through his shirt, lips slowly exploring the spot under his ear and the side of his neck. Archer didn’t think he could get away with fucking him before they ate, but he could at least grease the wheels for later in the night, right? If Ezra decided to forgive him enough for some sex. Archer did want it, though he’d anticipated it wouldn’t come terribly easy tonight due to his phone transgression. “That sounds fun,” he murmured, nuzzling Ezra’s skin a bit. Just then the microwave dinged, so Archer gave him a firmer kiss before pulling away to fetch his food and put the second plate in.
Ezra’s eyes shut as Archer’s fingers brushed over his nipple, but he told himself that they were going to eat dinner first, dammit, no matter what Archer wanted. The kisses along his neck were doing nothing for his resolve, but it seemed like the microwave was on his side, going off just in time to save him from potentially melting. He took a deep breath when Archer pulled away, glad he didn’t have to bat his boyfriend off of him. Archer would probably get what he wanted, but he was going to have to work a little harder to get there. “So what other projects are you working on? Anything around here?” he asked, taking a sip of his wine while Archer switched out the plates.
In spite of how hot his blood was currently running, Archer was starving, so it wasn’t too difficult to turn his attention back to the hunger in his stomach rather than the one in his cock. All things in good time, right? He put Ezra’s plate in front of him, along with a fork, and leaned casually against the counter. “I’ve got a couple of rebuilds I’m working on in town,” he said, tilting his head back and forth. That was true, at least. “Nothing huge. You know how slow the market is around here.” Point Pleasant was too small to require a ton of construction, so they had always had to go further afield, as a business. Archer had griped to his father dozens of times about moving the headquarters somewhere more practical, but the old man had never caved. Archer didn’t really want him to, anymore. “How’s it going over there at your office? Did you have a good day?”
Ezra knew that Archer would have preferred they move somewhere with a bit more business, but he’d always been fine staying in Point Pleasant. He knew the people there, had built a little network of friends, and liked his job well enough. It wasn’t anything exciting, but it paid the bills. “Today was fine. A little bit weird. We had a number of people call in sick, and a few others that left midday, though they seemed fine in the morning. It makes me wonder if something’s going around.” It had been unclear to him exactly what people were sick with. No one had been coughing, or complaining of a stomach ache, or even a headache. They were just suddenly not there and he was the one he’d had to cover for them in their absence.
“Huh, that’s odd,” Archer murmured, though he wasn’t terribly interested. “Hope you don’t come down with it.” If he’d actually been at work, he might have known that there had been a bunch of people out of his office as well, and several walk-offs from work sites. As it was, he’d just been enjoying himself all day long, so all was right with the world. Archer’s food finished heating up, and once he’d refilled their wine glasses, he brought it to the table to sit down with Ezra. “Better late than never, right?” he suggested, and flashed Ezra a smile.
“That’s the thing—nobody actually seemed sick. They just seemed like…like they didn’t want to be at work. But they’re not kids. If they say they don’t feel good and have to take a sick day, you can’t really stop ‘em. They have the time, so…” Ezra shrugged, not really understanding it. He saved his sick days for when he actually felt like shit and didn’t want to be in the office all day. He’d been glad to have them after Archer went missing. It didn’t make sense to waste them. Once Archer joined him, he gave him a small smile and started to eat. “I’m just glad you’re okay,” he told him. “You had me worried. By the time I realized you’d left your phone, you’d already left the office.”
It was a little strange that a bunch of people decided to play hooky from work all at the same time, but it wasn’t the strangest thing Archer had ever heard of, by far. Hell, he’d done it himself. The last bit meant that Ezra had called his office looking for him, so he was sure he would hear about that in the morning. Archer didn’t care, he could handle his dad. At least his assistant knew to tell Ezra that he’d already left instead of he’d never been there. That would’ve worried Ezra even more, he was sure. Archer started to eat, giving Ezra a wan smile in between bites. “Just an irresponsible day all around, sounds like,” he murmured. “Must be something in the air. Summer restlessness. I dunno.”
Luckily, Ezra had spoken to Archer’s assistant, not his father, and irked him that she hadn’t even mentioned Ezra meeting with a client for drinks. Normally, she kept up with those sorts of things, but he supposed if it was a last minute request it wouldn’t even be on his schedule. It was just annoying, but there was nothing to be done for it. “Maybe,” Ezra said, taking a sip of his wine. “You feeling restless?” He didn’t talk to Archer a lot about his time in the other place, but he wondered if it was weird being back, going to work every day, and acting like nothing had happened. Archer seemed fine with it, so maybe he wasn’t as traumatized by the whole experience as Ezra was, though he had a hard time believing that. Ezra knew he’d had it easy by comparison, at least until Archer had arrived back home and killed Blake by accident.
He had felt restless that morning, almost to the point of insanity, but Archer felt much better now. Better than he had in a long time, actually. Killing Blake had been empowering, exhilarating, but it had been so impulsive ... nothing like what he’d done today. Well okay, the woman in the park had been impulsive. The family had been methodical and full of purpose. Archer couldn’t wait to check the Bangor news and see his handiwork broadcast for all to see. He couldn’t tell Ezra any of that, however. His sweet boyfriend wouldn’t understand. “Not at the moment,” he answered, looking up to give Ezra a warm smile. “Very content right now. I was just rushing and thoughtless this morning.” He paused, chewing as he eyed his man. “Are you still upset with me?”
Ezra was still annoyed, but not on the level he had been before Archer had returned home. He wanted to believe that it had truly been an accident on Archer’s part, because he never left home without his phone. That he hadn’t called to let him know he’d be late was what hurt more, but he was having a harder time hanging onto that now that Archer was home and settled and in a good mood. “The wine is helping,” he said with a small smile. He didn’t want to be mad all night, though he did wish that Archer had suffered through at least a fraction of the worry and frustration that he had. There wasn’t much to be done about it though.
Archer smiled back. “It usually does.” He picked up his own glass in a small salute, took a sip, and then went back to eating. He had to pace himself to avoid wolfing it down, he was so hungry, but Archer managed. Once both of their plates were empty, Archer got up to clear them off, and brought the wine bottle to the table to refill both of them. He tilted a little half smile at Ezra. “Want to get more comfortable in the living room?” he asked. It was late, and they both had work in the morning, but he knew it would be better for their relationship to spend a bit of quality time together. He could smooth things over even more now that his belly was full and he was feeling loose and relaxed from the wine.
Ezra’s mood continued to mellow, helped along by the wine and a full stomach. The farther he got from the situation, the more he thought he’d probably over reacted. It was just an accident on Archer’s part and continuing to stay mad at him was childish and stubborn. “Yeah, that’d be nice,” he said with a small smile. He appreciated Archer’s efforts to clear the table and decided the dishes could wait until tomorrow. It felt like a peace offering of sorts and Ezra was ready to wind down for the night. They could laze around on the couch, maybe watch something familiar, and then head to bed without a cloud of anger hovering over them. Picking up his glass of wine, he followed Archer to the living room and settled in on the couch. He wanted something mindless to watch tonight, so he picked up the remote and began to flip through the channels, trying to settle on something he could just zone out in front of. “Any preferences?”
Ezra might have been winding down, but part of Archer still felt keyed up and hungry, just in a much happier way than he’d felt earlier in the day. He wanted to end the night on a perfect note, now that Ezra had gotten over himself, and he thought he could get them there without too much trouble. He settled in next to Ezra, draping one arm along the back of the couch behind his boy’s shoulders, the other hand lightly holding his wine glass against his thigh. “Nah, anything is good,” he murmured. While Ezra channel surfed to find something appropriately mind-numbing, Archer settled his hand on Ezra’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Ezra flipped through the channels until he found the current Red Sox game, where he stalled and began to watch. He’d gotten behind on the season, but it was one of those things that he could watch for hours and enjoy it, even if they lost. Tonight they were up a few runs in the fourth inning, so he was hoping they could pull out a win. It would help him end the night on a good note. He leaned into Archer when he squeezed his shoulder, glad to finally have him home. It had been a weird day, then a stressful one when he hadn’t been able to track Archer down, but he was hoping to put it all behind him and move on. One little slip up wasn’t really that big a deal. If the tables had been reversed, he’d want Archer to drop it, so he should work on doing the same.
Ugh, baseball. Archer pretended to be interested in sports because it made people trust him more, it was something to bond over, but he honestly found all of it to be a bore. Sometimes a bore was fine when one just needed something to stare at, and tonight seemed like one of those times. Nothing much was going to distract him from what he really wanted. Archer let them chill for a little while though, sipping on wine and watching the men in uniform run around on the screen. At least they all had nice round asses. Archer finished his glass and leaned forward briefly to set it down, then resettled with his hand on Ezra’s thigh. He nuzzled at the side of his boy’s neck, breathing in the scent of his hair and thinking of blood as he pressed a couple of slow kisses against Ezra’s skin. “You smell good,” Archer murmured.
Ezra was barely watching the game, finding it provided exactly the kind of distraction he needed as he finished off his wine and started on another. Because what was the harm in indulging a little on a Monday night? He was feeling loose and warm and content, so when Archer’s hand settled on his thigh it was far more welcome than it would have been half an hour ago. He leaned back on the couch, letting Archer trail kisses down his neck and his eyes fell shut as his legs opened further. Sex had been the last thing on his mind, but it was clearly on Archer’s and now that he wasn’t pissed at him, his body seemed interested enough. His cock stirred and a smile tugged at his lips. “I smell like I’ve been in the kitchen.”
“Mmm, delicious.” He didn’t really smell like food, he smelled like Ezra, and that made Archer want to nibble on him. As he grazed his teeth against Ezra’s skin, he wondered idly what Ezra would do if he bit him. Really bit him. Their power play with sex got a little rough sometimes, but he’d never really hurt his boy. He’d never much wanted to before, but now he couldn’t help imagining the cry of pain, the sensation as his teeth punctured skin, the gush of hot blood into his mouth. Could he get to the jugular? Naturally he couldn’t do any of that, and he didn’t really want to, but the fantasies in his head had gotten far darker since his return. His own cock was rapidly filling out in his joggers. He slipped his hand further up Ezra’s thigh, grazing it over his crotch before he dipped it underneath his boy’s shirt to caress his skin. Ezra was so pretty and perfect, could anyone blame Archer for wanting to mar him up a little? He slid his palm up Ezra’s chest to toy with one nipple, nibbling at his ear now.
Though they’d never specifically discussed it, Ezra assumed Archer knew there was a line he shouldn’t cross, where the pain was no longer pleasurable and fear chased away all traces of arousal. He didn’t know exactly where that line was himself, but always felt he’d know it if Archer crossed it. The little nibbles were nothing he couldn’t handle, a common preamble to sex with Archer, and he let him have his fill. His hands began an exploration of their own, rubbing lightly over Archer’s thighs before moving to the bulge at his crotch, already so pronounced. He gave it a squeeze as Archer toyed with his nipples, earning little noises of enjoyment. Archer really didn’t deserve this tonight, but sometimes, many times, Ezra was too weak to deny him.
Archer didn’t want to hurt him because he didn’t want to lose him, but if Ezra had been into it ... well, he would’ve known by now, surely. It had taken years of trial and error, but Archer felt like he had a handle on what got Ezra going and what didn’t, where the lines were, vague as they were sometimes. It was all about the mood, and since he was supposed to be contrite this time, he didn’t want to push anything. The returned touch made him smile and moan softly, that squeeze felt good and he wanted more of it, but he also knew he should do more giving than taking tonight. Archer pulled back enough to catch Ezra’s lips with his own, kissing him deep as he slid his hand down into the front of his pants to wrap it around him. He wasn’t as hard as Archer was, but it wouldn’t take long to get him there, and Archer squeezed and stroked him lightly.
It felt good to give in, to let his mind go numb and his body take over, and it reminded Ezra that just because Archer started it didn’t mean it was all about him. He enjoyed the power play between them, especially the way Archer could push him into situations that he enjoyed but would never willingly admit to. He loved Archer’s possessiveness in these moments, when they made him feel worshiped instead of restricted, and so long as Archer kept him feeling good, he’d often give him anything he wanted in return. He kissed Archer back with growing fervor as Archer’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him to fullness. It made him want to feel that same thick hardness in return and he dipped his hand into Archer’s joggers to do the same, matching Archer’s strokes with his own.
Ezra was usually fairly pliant once Archer got him going, and it was hot to feel the effects of his efforts against his palm as Ezra’s cock swelled and hardened. Archer found him sexy all over, but he’d always thought Ezra’s dick was the most perfect one he’d ever seen. His boy was so gorgeous from head to toe, Archer never wanted to lose him. He moaned against Ezra’s lips at the hand around his own aching erection, pausing for a second to grab a breath before he kissed him hungrily again. He lingered there for a few minutes, feasting at Ezra’s mouth while they stroked one another. He might’ve been good with just jerking each other off on the couch, but that was a lame apology fuck, so Archer decided to take it further. He broke the kiss and pulled away, sliding down to his knees in front of the couch. Glancing up at Ezra’s face, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Ezra’s pants to get them pulled down and off.
No one had ever been able to turn Ezra on as quickly as Archer did. It was the way he took control of his body, touching him in just the right way, kissing him with a passion that stoked the fire fast. Feeling Archer’s own arousal increased the feeling and his hips lifted to press into Archer’s hand as he kissed him back, quickly becoming breathless. He expected things to progress that way, to speed up until he was bucking into Archer’s hand, while he’d do his best to return the favor, but then Archer shifted onto the floor and between his legs and Ezra groaned at the sight. Ezra loved Archer’s mouth—kissing him, nibbling on him, licking and nipping at his chest, and especially sucking his cock. As much as he hated to give up stroking Archer, this made it worth it. He lifted his hips, helping Archer take his pants off, then reached out to run his fingers through Archer’s hair. He made sure to keep his touch light, not forceful in the least, though the anticipation was killing him.
Once Ezra was bare, Archer nudged his thighs further apart and settled between his knees. His own cock was throbbing, begging for attention, but there was something hot about self denial, at least for a little while. Especially if it meant ramping up Ezra’s arousal until he was begging for more. Archer was finding that he absolutely loved to be pleaded with -- for sex, for more pleasure, for mercy, for their life ... He’d gotten most of that out of his system earlier today, however, so he was only interested in hearing Ezra beg for his cock. For the moment all his attention was on Ezra’s body, and he kissed his way up one shapely thigh until he could nuzzle and lick at Ezra’s balls. Archer kept teasing for a long moment, avoiding touching the lovely cock bobbing in front of him, before he finally ran his tongue up the length of it in a long stroke. With a low moan in his throat, he caressed the head with his lips before taking Ezra into his mouth with a gentle suck.
Ezra’s breathing became more labored as Archer kissed along his thighs, avoiding the place that he wanted him the most. He knew it would be better for the waiting, that the anticipation amplified his pleasure, but he was still reduced to whimpering when Archer began licking and kissing his balls. It was almost like torture, being forced to wait, and when Archer ran his tongue up the length of his shaft, Ezra’s entire body gave a little shudder of pleasure. If you’d asked him an hour ago if he wanted this, he would have said no, that he’d deny himself the pleasure, but in reality he could never deny Archer anything, let alone this. His moan matched Archer’s as he watched his lover’s lips wrap around his cock, unable to look away. Archer may have started out gentle, but he knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long.
There was a time for everything under heaven, wasn’t that what they said? Reaping, sowing, all that shit. So there was logically a time to tease and a time to get to it, and Archer enjoyed playing in the gray area in the middle. He greedily drank up the way Ezra was looking at him, that horny desperation that was like a plea all by itself. Archer kept things light and teasing for another couple of minutes, barely brushing his lips and tongue against Ezra’s hot skin, feeling the way his cock got even harder and more needy. He moved his fingers to keep teasing at his balls and the spot just behind them. Finally, after he felt like his boy had whined enough, he started sucking harder and bobbed his head, still going slow but finally giving him some solid sensations. Archer didn’t want to make him come too fast, but he couldn’t tease him to death either.
It didn’t take long before Ezra was sure he was going to crawl out of his skin with need, his pleas no longer silent as his hips lifted in an attempt to find more of Archer’s mouth. He loved that Archer could get him to this point, where his thoughts no longer dominated and his desire took over. It was a power that Archer had over him that he loved, where he could turn his mind and body over to him and know that he would make him feel incredible. Occasionally, Archer would push him to extremes, but he seemed to know just how much Ezra could take. He never made him beg without eventually giving in, and when he did, it was like Ezra was floating he was so high. His toes curled as Archer worked him over with his fingers and lips, and when he finally gave him the attention that he craved he groaned, his tipping back as his eyes fell shut. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
Archer knew that it did, confident in his ability to play Ezra’s body like an instrument by now ... but it was always hot to hear it out loud. Ezra wasn’t a terribly effusive person, and drawing any sort of noise or words out of him gave Archer a sense of power that he really enjoyed. He hummed around Ezra’s cock as he kept slow-bobbing his head, pausing on the upstroke to toy with the sensitive head with his tongue. Archer glanced up to drink in that dopey, pleasured look on his face, and gave another soft groan as he tasted some precum leak out of his boy. He wanted more than this, he wanted to fuck Ezra senseless while he replayed his day in his head, but everything was better with a warmup, wasn’t it? Archer kept sucking him, pausing briefly after a moment to dip two fingers into his mouth to wet them. As he took Ezra’s cock deep again, he lightly teased and rubbed those fingers against his ass.
There were some nights where Ezra could go into things hard and fast, where it felt like desire was overflowing before they even got going, and then there were other nights where he needed a slow start. Archer was smart to ramp up to more tonight, probably aware that Ezra hadn’t been in the mood to begin with, but now it was getting harder and harder to remember why. Archer had screwed up, had said he was sorry, and was now making up for all that time Ezra had spent worrying by driving him wild. He knew just the way Ezra liked to be sucked, teasing the crown with his tongue until Ezra was sure he was leaking, but the whole thing was just shy of giving him what he needed to get off. When Archer’s fingers rubbed against his ass, he spread his legs a little wider, eager for more. He might’ve started out shy, but now there was no point in holding back on something they both wanted.
Archer had coaxed Ezra into sex enough times in their relationship to know what to do to succeed at it -- most of the time, at least. Sometimes his boyfriend was just plain stubborn about it, determined to pout about whatever it was at the time. Archer was extremely glad that he seemed pliable tonight, because he himself was horny as fuck. He needed this, and it was better to lure Ezra into giving it to him happily than any other way. As he kept working Ezra’s cock, he pressed with one finger until he could slide it into Ezra’s body, moaning in his throat at the heat of him. Archer opened his eyes again briefly, hoping Ezra could see the desire there and just how much he was enjoying this already. He started to bob his head a bit faster, pausing here and there to stroke Ezra’s cock with his tongue, as he pushed his finger deeper and curled it to find that sweet spot inside.
Ezra watched Archer through his lashes, his eyes hooded with unbridled desire. He loved watching his cock disappear into Archer’s mouth, the way his eyes would sometimes close in enjoyment, as if he was savoring the moment. Even better was Archer’s arousal, standing proud and ignored between his legs as he worked Ezra over. He was eager to have it inside of him, filling him as it pushed him towards mindless pleasure, but knew a little prep was in order, just to make things easier. Plus, it gave Archer the opportunity to make him truly desperate, a state he could easily achieve with one curl of his fingers. Ezra keened, his body tensing as he bucked onto the digit inside him, tingles of pleasure rippling throughout his body. That was it, that was what he wanted, but it would be even better with Archer inside of him, fucking him into a state of mindless bliss.
That was what Archer loved to hear, and he drank in Ezra’s reactions like more wine. He was discovering that having this sort of power over people was what he craved -- the ability to affect them in ways they couldn’t control, manipulate their bodies in whatever way he pleased. With Ezra, he loved to fuck him senseless, make him moan and plead and squirm ... with others? Well, there was more than pleasure to draw out of the bodies of others. Archer had feasted on pain and blood and fear all day long, now he wanted to flip side to the coin, and it sounded like Ezra was ready to give it to him. Archer pulled off of his cock, letting it fall against his belly, and smiled wickedly up at his boy as he pushed a second wet finger into his body. “You like that, my beautiful boy?” he murmured, pressing a kiss against his thigh. “Tell me you want my cock and I’ll give it to you ...”
Lucky for Archer, Ezra liked being reduced to the state he was in, too consumed with pleasure to care about anything else. He needed someone to push his limits, to make him completely desperate and wanting, otherwise the sex tended to feel mediocre. He’d have never told Blake what he really wanted, but the result was that he’d always ended up a touch disappointed. Archer knew him better. Archer could play him like a fiddle every time, until he was so wound up he’d give him anything he wanted. “Yes,” Ezra groaned, pushing into the second finger with a whine. He felt so pleasantly full, but it wasn’t quite enough. He reached for Archer’s hand, holding it there as he fucked himself on his fingers while begging for more. “Please, fuck me. I need your cock in my ass. Please, Arch.”
Archer was lucky that he’d found a man like Ezra, and he knew it. He couldn’t always appreciate it, especially when Ezra was sulky and aggravating, but moments like these, he could really feel just how lucky he was. A grin crossed his face as Ezra begged, the neediness in his tone sending a surge of lust through him. He kept his fingers stiff and let Ezra hump them for a moment, then nipped at his thigh before he pulled away. “Stay put,” he muttered as he got to his feet. Archer shoved the rest of his clothes down and off, then went to the drawer where they had some lube. They had spontaneous sex often enough around the house that there were several bottles in strategic places, and Archer was glad for it today. He bent over Ezra when he returned, kissing him hungrily as his hands went about the familiar motions of slicking up his cock. Archer stroked himself for a moment with a low groan, then reached for Ezra’s to do the same as he knelt at the edge of the couch again. Humming with admiration, Archer rubbed the tip of his cock against Ezra’s ass, then started to push inside.
For a moment there, Ezra was sure he was going to ride Archer’s fingers to completion, each thrust brushing that spot inside him that sent jolts of ecstasy throughout his body. But then Archer pulled back and Ezra whined in frustration, missing the contact and the fullness and the climb towards orgasm. He caught his breath as Archer shed his clothes, and was glad that Archer didn’t have to go very far to hunt down lube. Their couch had seen enough action over the years that it made sense to keep it close. His breathing had just about evened out when Archer moved in to kiss him again, stealing it away. He clung to his man, pulling him close as his legs wrapped around his hips, and groaned when Archer gave his cock a stroke. That was nice, but nicer still was the way Archer’s cock pushed inside of him, stretching and filling in a way that fingers could never accomplish.
Everybody had their off days, but more often than not Ezra didn’t need much warm up to take him anymore, and Archer was glad this was one of those easy nights. As hot as it was to watch Ezra hump his fingers, he much preferred this -- bottoming out inside of all that heat. Archer groaned deep as he got fully seated, and leaned in to kiss Ezra hungrily again, loving the way he gripped him, hands and legs and ass, all of it. He let them both adjust for a moment, then started to rock his hips in short, slow thrusts to indulge that delicious squeeze around his cock. Archer broke the kiss and butted his forehead against Ezra’s to stay close, his breathing already getting heavier. “Fuck, you feel good,” he whispered. Screams and desperate pleas from earlier in the day echoed in the back of his mind, sending stronger throbs of pleasure through his core. Those people would never fuck again, and here he was, being so alive with his man. It made him feel powerful, victorious, and Archer’s hips started to build speed.
Ezra groaned as Archer filled him, biting his lip to keep from moving. He wanted more already, but knew he was getting ahead of himself, that having a second to get used to the feeling would make it better for the both of them. Before he could take another breath, Archer’s lips were on his, blocking out all thought, pulling his focus from everything else. He threw himself into the kiss, pouring in all his desire and affection until Archer started to move and he had to break for air. He loved how Archer stayed close, lips occasionally grazing as he began to fuck him, a slow and steady rhythm that began to build to match his need. The command Archer had over his body was maddeningly perfect, as if he knew what Ezra wanted and needed better than Ezra himself. It was why Ezra could give himself over to him, trusting Archer to make him feel good in ways he could never ask for.
Archer could always sense that power that Ezra so freely gave him nearly every time they did this, and he ate up every second of it. It seemed that the way he enjoyed giving pleasure was close to the way he enjoyed giving pain. It was all about the control, and he was lucky to be with someone who liked giving it up. Archer settled into a middle sort of pace for a while, fast and hard enough to feel fucking fantastic, but not intense enough to make him come too soon. He wanted to drive Ezra a little crazy first, hear more of those moans that made his insides vibrate. Archer fucked him and kissed him when he had the breath for it, groaning low himself as the tension built in his core. As his hips pumped, he moved one hand to caress and grope at Ezra’s chest, squeezing muscle and pinching at one nipple. “Touch yourself,” he demanded breathlessly, hardly even aware he was going to say it before it came out. “Hold your cock while I fuck you, but don’t stroke it.”
Ezra held tight to the couch as Archer fucked him, his world converging on the point of pleasure he felt with every thrust of Archer’s hips. He could focus on nothing else as he climbed higher and higher towards orgasm, the peak always seemingly close, but also out of reach. He knew Archer was teasing him, drawing it out for both their benefits, and he both loved and hated him for it. He craved that toe curling, mind-numbing high, wanted to feel that surge of euphoria that came with his climax, and the way Archer dangled it before him made him whimper and moan even more. “Please,” he whined as Archer pinched a nipple, the word gasped between kisses. His cock was throbbing, his balls heavy and eager for release, and he needed more. “Harder,” he breathed, a quiet request as he did as Archer asked and wrapped his hand around his cock. It drew a whimper from him not to stroke, but he held off, always eager to do as Archer asked.
It was those gasps and little squirms and whines that really spurred Archer on, all of those involuntary reactions that let him know he was truly driving Ezra wild. None of it ever felt fake or forced, his boy was just really that into being fucked and teased and edged. He loved it. Archer pulled away, straightening up so he could look down at Ezra, so pretty with his flushed cock in his hand. Archer hooked his arms underneath Ezra’s thighs and gripped his hips, thrusting slow and shallow for a moment, just because Ezra had asked him for more. “Ask me before you come,” he murmured, his eyes dazed with lust and the high of being with control. Archer didn’t even give him time to answer before he picked up the pace, rapidly escalating into fucking Ezra hard and deep and fast, the tight grip around his cock sending jolts of pleasure up his spine with every thrust.
That drop in pace earned a whine from Ezra that was truly desperate, his eyes locked on Archer’s in a desperate plea that he could only hope would be answered. It was a tease, a slight punishment for his demand, but he knew Archer wouldn’t hold out on him forever. The neglect was only good because eventually Archer would cave and give them what they both desired. Reaching climax after being edged was always incredible, but there were times during the wait that Ezra thought his resolve might crumble. He was nearing that point as Archer slow fucked him and his voice cracked with a soft cry. He squeezed his cock, but didn’t stroke, and only nodded when Archer commanded him to ask for his orgasm. Only then did it seem like Archer picked up the pace, so hard and fast that he thought he might burst that instant. He gasped, holding on to what little control he had left, sure he’d be begging within seconds.
There were no words for how good it felt to really let go of the reins and let his body do what it wanted. It was a primal sort of freedom, and on the tail end of a day where he’d shed so much blood, being able to really let loose in this way too was amazing. Part of him wished Ezra had been with him, somehow magically okay with everything Archer was doing, maybe even splattered with blood and in touch with his own primal side. Had his sweet boyfriend ever even had a violent thought? Archer wasn’t in the mood to ponder it, he wanted to fantasize instead, so he pictured the two of them doing this at the scene of the crime, overcome with need for each other, feeling truly alive. He groaned and panted as he energetically fucked Ezra -- his muscles were tired, but he had plenty of willpower to overcome that small detail. The pressure in Archer’s balls was getting intense, but he knew he could hold out until Ezra got off. Archer wanted to hear him cry out, feel him clench, watch him work that spray of cum out of himself, so he just kept thrusting.
Ezra cried out as Archer pounded into him, putting him in a state of practically mindless pleasure. He held onto one thought, for that was all he could maintain—he would ask Archer before he came. It was a struggle from the beginning, not only to remember, but to keep himself in check. He couldn’t have stroked himself even if he’d wanted to, as it would have surely made him come instantly. His cock was hard in his hand as he held himself tight, a failsafe of sorts, to keep himself from coming if needed. He was glad for it a moment later, when he was certain that the only thing keeping him from coming was the pressure he put on the base of his shaft. “Fuck, Arch,” he cried, “I need to cum, please, can I come?” His body shook with the effort of holding himself back and he was fearful he would even be able to manage it if Archer told him no. He needed this now, but he needed permission more.
He made such a pretty picture, flushed and panting and gripping the base of his dick for dear life, Archer tried to commit it all to memory. Some part of him knew that this relationship could come crashing down at any moment, if Ezra found out what he was doing. What he’d done. That was part of why it was so exhilarating, he supposed. So he needed to remember what Ezra sounded like as he was begging for release, gripping his throbbing cock so tight it was almost purple. “Yes,” Archer gasped, his own pleasure twisting tighter in his core. He’d been tempted earlier to make Ezra wait when the time came, but now that the moment was here, Archer wanted it just as bad as his boy did. “Fuck yes, come for me.” Gripping Ezra’s hips tighter, Archer fucked him harder, right on the edge himself. He just needed that one last push of Ezra coming around him, so they could fly into ecstasy together.
All it took for Ezra to crash was permission from Archer. His grip on his cock loosened, Archer slammed into him, and he came with a startled cry, cum splashing across his stomach and chest. It was the sort of orgasm that felt all encompassing, sending euphoric spasms throughout his body while his mind went blank, feeling dominating everything else. Occasionally he thought there might be something unhealthy about their dynamic, but then Archer would push him to this state of bliss and he’d never, ever leave him. No one else could make him feel so fucking good. He’d come groveling back, begging to be fucked into oblivion, and would give Archer anything he wanted to get there. Maybe he really was Archer’s little cockslut, but it was hard to be ashamed of something that gave him such a high.
To Archer, Ezra was fucking perfect, and a perfect fuck. Their chemistry had clicked so well right from the start, Archer couldn’t even imagine being with anyone else long term anymore. He didn’t think he would find this anywhere else, and he needed it. His drive to hurt people would surely be ten times worse without Ezra around to expend some energy on. He got lost in all the pleasure and lust as he watched Ezra go off like he was on a hair trigger, and it was just brain-meltingly hot. It only took Archer another few pumps of his hips to get there too, and he pounded his cock into Ezra with a hoarse cry as it throbbed and emptied his balls into all that tightness and heat. For a few moments there was nothing but intensely mindless pleasure, and Archer rode it as long as he could. He was panting as he finally slowed to a full stop, small shivers still running through him.
It felt like it lasted forever, but Ezra knew it was probably only seconds. He was left gasping and shuddering, then slowly unwinding, as if every single muscle in his body had been tense and he was suddenly released to relax. It made his head spin and his limbs feel weak, and he clung to Archer as he panted, catching his breath. This was the point where he didn’t want to move, but knew he had to, that staying like this wasn’t feasible, no matter how fucking nice that would be. He groaned as he began to stretch his legs and Archer’s cock slipped out of him, yet he still held on to his lover, reluctant to let him go. He nuzzled close to Archer, capturing his lips in a kiss much more gentle than any that had come before it. No matter how frustrated or angry he might be, it felt like it always came back to this, a place where they perfectly connected, and then nothing else really mattered.
Archer adjusted his grip so Ezra could let his legs relax, leaning over him for those sweet kisses that he always enjoyed more than he anticipated. He would have to indulge his boyfriend anyway to keep him happy, even if he hated it, but ... he didn’t. Right after a good orgasm was when Archer felt the most soft, maybe the most human. He’d purged himself of all those wicked thoughts for the moment, and now all he wanted to do was stretch out with his boy and go to sleep. It had been a very long, very eventful day, and this had been the perfect icing on the cake. “I love you,” he murmured against Ezra’s lips before he pulled back enough to give him a dazed little smile. “Always exactly what I need.” He planted a couple more kisses against Ezra’s chest, then stood up with a groan and offered out his hand to help Ezra up too. “Shower and bed?”
“Love you, too,” Ezra murmured softly, returning Archer’s smile. He supposed this was what he’d needed as well, as it made him feel like all was right again, that their little tiff had been put behind them. He always slept better when they were able to resolve their issues, be it through talking or through sex. Sex was always easier, but not always an option, depending on their moods. He knew Archer had worked to get him interested, but he couldn’t be annoyed when he felt so good afterwards. He took Archer’s hand, groaning softly as he rose to his feet. “Definitely,” he said, grabbing his clothes and leading the way towards the bathroom. A hot shower was calling for them.