you'll want to check me out

Dantalion

but you can't be free

Oh fuck is right, and there's more where that comes from, as Sunjata is about to find out. His attraction to the Flood isn't just for show; Danta is relentless, encouraging the other man's hips up, taking as much of him as he can and relishing the burn of held breath in his chest. He draws back only enough to let his tongue swirl around the head of Sunjata's cock before taking him in again, humming his approval against the other man's arousal.

"I didn't realise a demigod would taste this good," he purrs eventually, the words mumbled against the tip of the Flood's erection, his hand skittering up along Sunjata's torso. It's almost lazy, the way Danta follows its trajectory until he's blanketing the other man all over again, the hard length of him teasing between his thighs, promising more.

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made

His hands try to find any place of purchase, one splaying against the hot rock while the other finds the horn of the Ancient’s head again. The hot blooded man is relentless, encouraging the rocking of his hips, not shying away from taking him deeper and deeper again, and Sunjata shivers under the attention. The sounds that leave him are loud, not held back, and his skin is flushed from both the heat and the rush of sensation that courses through him, so much so that when Danta starts rising up his torso again and he can feel the other man’s cock pressing against him, his rationality is all gone. “And what did you expect a demigod to taste like?” He asks in a breathy, deep purr.

His hands move now, one still tangled against the horn and hair while the other seeks out the other man’s length, hand wrapping around the shaft as he strokes him a couple of times, debating with himself internally about how this was going to go. He comes to a decision quickly, though, legs adjusting to better accommodate the man between them. “I’d love it if you fucked me.” He rumbles in another whisper, propping up momentarily onto his elbow again, scarred lips finding the Ancient’s collarbone as he draws up his magic again, spider webbing tendrils of less than boiling hot (but still hot) water coating the Ancient’s back.

the flood

with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you

totally sniped from odd ilu

Dantalion

but you can't be free

"I don't know, honestly," Danta murmurs, the words barely audible thanks to being mumbled into Sunjata's chest. "Figured you'd be too uptight to--" Whatever he's going to say next stutters into a moan as the Flood's fingers wrap around him, Danta pressing a fanged smile against one of the many silvery scars on the other man's neck. The grip against his horns and his cock is already enough of a turn on, without this half-god serenading him with moans of pleasure and encouraging him to have and take and fuck.

"Would you?" he whispers, his back arching to feel the tendrils of hot water spiralling down his spine and across his hips. "Good, because I plan to - hard." One hand presses into the warm stone beneath them, the other sneaking beneath Sunjata to caress his lower back, guiding him up so he can tease himself further against the Flood.

"Mmm, speaking of uptight," he all but snarls, surging forward to bury himself deeply in the other man with just as little warning as his prior ministrations. And Danta doesn't waste time, his hips rolling hard and deep as he throws patience to the wind.

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made

The words die on the Ancient’s tongue the second the Flood’s hand is wrapped around his cock and it sparks a small smirk to tug on his scarred face. One that doesn’t last too long as he makes his request, goosebumps blooming on his spine, feathering out from his shoulders down his arms at the returned whisper.

He adjusts however Danta wants him to, the promise clear in the Ancient’s voice and Sunjata let’s that water continue to spiderweb and wrap around the other man’s skin — at least while he has the focus to. They line up, teased enough that it won’t destroy him with the relentless impatience the Ancient has, but if there’s one thing Sunjata wants right now, it’s to be ravished.

And he is. Danta buries himself deeply into him, Sunjata immediately digging his fingers into the Ancient, claws extending from his fingertips. He latches on, a loud moan punching out of him with the last of his breath. There’s no build-up, just the relentless pound of the other man’s hips, burying himself in him over and over again, with the friction enough on his cock that he’s certainly unable to concentrate enough to keep his magic working. His head tilts back, chest heaving as he tries to roll his hips in time with the Ancient’s brutal thrusts.

the flood

with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you

totally sniped from odd ilu

Dantalion

but you can't be free

Lovemaking isn't in Dantalion's vocabulary, it's true. He fucks and he fucks like he means it, the Ancient snarling his pleasure to mingle in with Sunjata's moan ringing across Apopo. "You feel even better than you taste," he growls, breathless with it, though the sensations are enough to silence even his runaway tongue. Pleasure crackles deeply through him with every thrust, and the claws that rake across his shoulders are both unexpected and close to his undoing.

"Fuck," he moans, seeking out the other man's neck belatedly, as if recalling their prior conversation. And while he's no Ascended, his fangs certainly break the skin as he sinks them into Sunjata's throat, even as his free hand sneaks between them to stroke a feverish rhythm against the Flood's cock. There's no way this is going to last long, but that's alright - he never intended it to.

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made

“Gods,” comes the breathy moan a split second after the growl is heard, the sense within it lost to him as his claws drag along for purchase against sharp shoulder blades. It’s been so long and Danta is relentless, all things that Sunjata decides quite immediately that he needs. The guilt is gone temporarily and all he can feel is the pressure rising within him, that string growing tauter and tauter with each snap of the Ancient’s hips.

Oh, and that’s when it starts to go for him – the teeth that dig into his neck, not an Ascended bite but enough to burn painfully, precisely as much as he wants it to, feeling the warmth of the blood that bubbles along his neck, dripping down into the hollow of his throat. He burns and burns and as Danta strokes his cock in as feverish of a rhythm as his hips make, Sunjata can’t help the breathy groan that punches out of him when he cums, making a hot mess between their bodies.

the flood

with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you

totally sniped from odd ilu

Dantalion

but you can't be free

Sunjata cums and Danta's hand tightens almost painfully around his cock, the Ancient groaning against the blood that wells against his lips. He isn't far behind; crimson ribbons trickle down his shoulder blades as a result of the Flood's clawed affections, and it's with a final, hard snap of his hips that he finishes, riding the hot wave of ecstasy for all it's worth. His jaws part in a gasp for those final thrusts; aftershocks of his climax that he can't help but want to keep riding.

More might as well be his mantra, but for now, at least, Danta is sated. Caring little for the mess between them, he sags down against Sunjata, his forehead pressed to his shoulder, smearing more blood across his face as he pants for breath. And if Ancients could purr the Flood would be hearing it loud and clear; with his more carnal nature satisfied (for at least a few minutes, anyway), he's little more than a heavy, warm blanket atop the other man.

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made

Another moan breaks from him the second his cock is grabbed tightly, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity – so much that he feels the blood begin to pour from his claws, the sharp throbbing sensation in his neck where Danta had bit. But the Ancient doesn’t last long either, riding out the orgasm for as long as Sunjata can as well, before his claws shift back to fingers and he pants for breath, chest rising and falling the second he’s blanketed by an almost too warm body, sticking them together with the mess between them.

He's content, though, something about it keeping the distraction for as long as possible, warding away the guilt to think about at a later date. “That was… Intense.” He hums, his accented voice thicker and hoarser, arms wrapping around the body above him as if to keep him there just a little bit longer, chin still tilted up and eyes shut tight, lips parted still trying to catch that breath he needs.

the flood

with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you

totally sniped from odd ilu

Dantalion

but you can't be free

"All the best things are, half-god," Danta croons, his voice just as hoarse, his fair hair already starting to stain with crimson where his head is buried in the other man's neck. He fucks intense, he kills intense, he lives every day intense. Call it being an Ancient or just call it being Danta - he's indulgently unapologetic about any of it.

It probably explains the way he turns his head, kissing away the crimson streams of blood that coat the Flood's throat, even as he's pinned against the other man for a little longer. "Mm, and he likes to cuddle after? There any downsides to you...?" He wonders with a fanged grin, rolling his shoulder as if to relish the sting of cuts from Sunjata's talons.

Too long like this, though, and he's liable to have a snoozing Ancient in his arms. Which, if that's the Flood's intention, good job.

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made

He can’t even deny the truth of the claim Danta makes, as his blood is smeared with the way the Ancient nuzzles his face in against his neck. It clots eventually, keeping the stream from becoming enough to make him lightheaded, while also having the discomfort of how it dries against his skin. The stickiness of that doesn’t last long, though, as the streams are kissed away and his chest continues to rise and fall as he gets his breath under control.

“I don’t think you want to know.” He admits, not letting himself delve into that subject when he’s feeling so light right now. But his arms remain just as tight around the Ancient, focused enough now to draw that water back up, blanketing Danta from the other side. And if he falls asleep there? Who’s Sunjata to complain? After all, it’s been so long it’s highly unlikely that Sunjata won’t fall asleep right there too.

the flood

with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you

totally sniped from odd ilu

Dantalion

but you can't be free

"Mm, I'll let you be the judge of that." Because Danta doesn't really care about Sunjata's downsides, truthfully. It's not as though he plans to tail him from here (ha, ha) or find his way into the Flood's future plans. Probably. Ahem, anyway; with the warmth from Apopo continuing to sink into his skin and the demigod wrapped all around him, it's almost all he can do to keep his eyes open.

"Hey," he says, though, his words a little slurred as sleep begins to sneak up on him. "The fuck were you really doing up here?" He doesn't remember if Jata gave an excuse or not, but they both know it's a lie. "Ain't like it leads anywhere other than hotter places."

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made

If he truly was the judge of that, Sunjata would state the same thing – that it would be something the Ancient wouldn’t want to know. Regardless, though, Sunjata simply hums along, keeping the warmth of the man above him practically glued to him, like he might burn away all the shadows that invade his mind. The shadows that start to creep in slowly but surely now that the sensations have died down.

Exhaustion weighs heavily on his shoulders when he hears Danta speak, a soft little hm? croaking out of him when the question airs and he huffs a soft sigh, closing his eyes. “Chasing memories. Apopo blew up a couple of years ago, was sort of wondering if it’d do it again.” The brutal honesty drips from his lips, head tilting slightly to press his cheek to the warmth of the rock beneath him as if he’d said something so casual as the weather’s nicer up here.

the flood

with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you

totally sniped from odd ilu

Dantalion

but you can't be free

"Oh - it was that recent?" Danta mumbles against the other man's neck, having no intention of looking at Jata's face and the play of emotions guaranteed to appear there should he do so. "The last time I saw Apopo it was still a huge volcano. The eruptions happened every few months. Maybe you'll be get lucky if you keep coming back to visit."

The implications of him doing just that are absolutely lost on the Ancient; he's too busy nuzzling his way against the crook of Jata's neck, letting his weight sink down onto him more and more as he begins to lose his battle with sleep. "If it ever does erupt again, I'll meet you here?" he suggests, pressing a fanged grin to his collarbone.

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made

A noncommittal hum is heard, the fact that it had been a recent one that had caused the landscape of Torchline to shift ever so slightly – not as much as the war had changed it, but that’s neither here nor there. Regardless, he’s far more interested in the fact Danta speaks of the volcano like it’s nothing out of the ordinary, that it was small now given that comparison. He wonders idly just how old the Ancient is. “Maybe one day.” Sunjata rumbles, shrugging a shoulder ever so slightly as to not jostle him.

“I’ll be here.” He offers, even if he doesn’t know if he will be – the effect lost on him the second he’d shown up and the volcano hadn’t blown. Perhaps it wasn’t worth it after all, waiting for chance. Still, the weight of Danta and the heat from the volcano is enough to lull him into his exhaustion further, matching the Ancient’s own exhaustion as the seconds wage on, and before he knows it, he's succumbed to sleep.

the flood

with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you

totally sniped from odd ilu