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[It's very different, yeah. But-- it's not bad. IT's maybe a little better in Marc's opinion. He gets to actually hear the words, see the genuine reactions rather than imagine.
... It's always a little odd, losing some control. It's like your arm going to sleep without all the pins and needles. Not bad, and he's not worried with Steven doing it.
Maybe he's even... proud in some little way, with Steven taking control, doing what he clearly wants to do.
There's a soft sigh as fingers move over his chest, and he nods his head.]
Yeah... it is.
[Now would be a good time for a kiss, or to touch in return, but he can't... do that, so Steven gets a lingering look in return.]
What are you thinking?
... It's always a little odd, losing some control. It's like your arm going to sleep without all the pins and needles. Not bad, and he's not worried with Steven doing it.
Maybe he's even... proud in some little way, with Steven taking control, doing what he clearly wants to do.
There's a soft sigh as fingers move over his chest, and he nods his head.]
Yeah... it is.
[Now would be a good time for a kiss, or to touch in return, but he can't... do that, so Steven gets a lingering look in return.]
What are you thinking?
[He's thought so often of being able to touch Marc or engage with him actively like this, and even though they've talked about it, it's different doing so. Even though he can't really "touch" him, even if it isn't his own hand in that moment, it amazes him they can do this much at all... that Marc can see him.
He's focused on every little reaction, even the smallest of sighs hitting Steven deep, and the fingers continue to stroke gently over Marc's chest like he would if he was there.]
About how much I wish I could kiss you. [Steven smiles a little at that, knowing it's wishful thinking. The hand continues a little lower over Marc's stomach, his own hand mirroring the touch as it wanders down his own body, despite laying on his side.] You look so comfortable. It would be nice to lie down beside you.
He's focused on every little reaction, even the smallest of sighs hitting Steven deep, and the fingers continue to stroke gently over Marc's chest like he would if he was there.]
About how much I wish I could kiss you. [Steven smiles a little at that, knowing it's wishful thinking. The hand continues a little lower over Marc's stomach, his own hand mirroring the touch as it wanders down his own body, despite laying on his side.] You look so comfortable. It would be nice to lie down beside you.
I know. [He'd like to kiss, to touch. He'd like to do all that stuff. But it's-- not going to help them to dwell on it, is it? Better to keep their thoughts directed elsewhere. It's why he shifts a little, turning his body to face Steven a little more.]
You're next to me. [His eyes trail over Steven, lingering over him for a moment.]
You'd make it pretty hard to just sit still if you were right here, you know. I'd probably not be able to keep my hands off you.
You're next to me. [His eyes trail over Steven, lingering over him for a moment.]
You'd make it pretty hard to just sit still if you were right here, you know. I'd probably not be able to keep my hands off you.
[With Marc turned more toward him it's easier to pretend they really are side by side, and he tries to imagine how it would feel in person, how Marc would touch him. The idea sits hot in his stomach and fingers bunch there a little, curling Marc's hand into his own shirt too.]
Really? I think I'd like that... a lot, just to feel your hands all over my- my body.
[He takes a deep breath and shifts to stretch his legs out again, hand drifting lower to toy with the hem of Marc's shirt and slip under, palm smoothing over the warmth of his skin instead.] I think I'd like to be touched slowly.
Really? I think I'd like that... a lot, just to feel your hands all over my- my body.
[He takes a deep breath and shifts to stretch his legs out again, hand drifting lower to toy with the hem of Marc's shirt and slip under, palm smoothing over the warmth of his skin instead.] I think I'd like to be touched slowly.
Yeah?
[He breathes, heat settling in the pit of his stomach at the image in his head. What would Steven do if he touched him like that? He can picture the flush on his cheeks, deeper than it is now, and the awkward, uncertain movements he'd probably give in return.
It'd be perfect.
Not that this is bad. It's enough to have him aching for more already. He licks his lips and shifts a little, muscles tightening just a bit under the brush of fingers.]
Slow, huh? For how long... until you think you can't stand it at all?
[He breathes, heat settling in the pit of his stomach at the image in his head. What would Steven do if he touched him like that? He can picture the flush on his cheeks, deeper than it is now, and the awkward, uncertain movements he'd probably give in return.
It'd be perfect.
Not that this is bad. It's enough to have him aching for more already. He licks his lips and shifts a little, muscles tightening just a bit under the brush of fingers.]
Slow, huh? For how long... until you think you can't stand it at all?
[It's always such a vague sensation when either of them takes control but Steven swears he can feel the heat of Marc's body beneath his fingertips, like a ghost of a touch, and it encourages him to continue. His gaze is fixated on Marc even if he feels shy about it, his hand ghosting down further over the soft line of hair that disappears below his navel.]
Yeah. Probably until you drive me mad and I can't help myself anymore. [The idea heats up his face but also drives the longing he feels from the inside out. He wishes they could truly touch, that he could reach through the mirror and fall into bed with Marc instead.
Fingers continue to stroke teasingly below Marc's navel and over the jut of his hips, toying with the edge of his pants.] How do you like to be touched?
Yeah. Probably until you drive me mad and I can't help myself anymore. [The idea heats up his face but also drives the longing he feels from the inside out. He wishes they could truly touch, that he could reach through the mirror and fall into bed with Marc instead.
Fingers continue to stroke teasingly below Marc's navel and over the jut of his hips, toying with the edge of his pants.] How do you like to be touched?
[Marc's breath catches in his throat. It's his own hand. He knows it is, but it's still Steven. The touch isn't like his. It's different still. He bites at his lower lip briefly as those fingers creep even lower. He can't help the way his body responds, half hard already.
Maybe he's been a little too eager for this.]
I don't care, not as long as it's you, Steven... [Right now, if it's Steven touching him, that's enough to drive him wild enough.]
I like what you're doing right now though.
Maybe he's been a little too eager for this.]
I don't care, not as long as it's you, Steven... [Right now, if it's Steven touching him, that's enough to drive him wild enough.]
I like what you're doing right now though.
[Marc's reactions are well worth any of this and Steven is so fixated on him, so enamored by each little shift or sound, things he normally doesn't get out of Marc. It's nice to see him this relaxed though, to trust Steven enough to see him this way. It's new for both of them after all.]
All it takes is for it to be me, huh? [A gentle, fond tease, though he doesn't linger on it for long. The hand creeps lower still, fingers disappearing under the band of Marc's pants.]
I don't know how but I swear I can feel how warm you are...
All it takes is for it to be me, huh? [A gentle, fond tease, though he doesn't linger on it for long. The hand creeps lower still, fingers disappearing under the band of Marc's pants.]
I don't know how but I swear I can feel how warm you are...
[It's a little-- strange, isn't it? But not in a way that makes him want to stop. He gets to see Steven, watch his reactions. It's not nearly all he wants, but it's enough right now -- especially right now.
There's a hitch to his voice, a soft noise when fingers creep even lower.]
Shouldn't be that surprising... [He jokes back, managing a brief smirk.]
You're giving me plenty of reasons to warm up. Think the mirrors weren't too bad an idea... what about you?
There's a hitch to his voice, a soft noise when fingers creep even lower.]
Shouldn't be that surprising... [He jokes back, managing a brief smirk.]
You're giving me plenty of reasons to warm up. Think the mirrors weren't too bad an idea... what about you?
[Steven's eyes haven't left Marc as he continues to explore, noting every hitch of breath and smile, every shift in his body that isn't Steven controlling that one hand. He isn't sure how this feels for Marc but he hopes it's good, hopes it's enough, even if this isn't what either of them truly desire. It's still something.
The hand slips under Marc's bottoms, the warmth of his touch lingering there until it explores deeper, until Steven's own hand slides further down and palms over his cock too. It's his turn for his breath to hitch, unsure if it's because of his own dull memory of pleasure or the vague sensation of touching Marc, or maybe both.]
I- I guess you're known to have good ideas sometimes... [His voice trails off teasingly but then he's smiling brightly, chuckling, flush as he slowly moves his hand along Marc's length, palming down the length of him before stroking upward again, fingers grasping around the shaft on the way up.]
The hand slips under Marc's bottoms, the warmth of his touch lingering there until it explores deeper, until Steven's own hand slides further down and palms over his cock too. It's his turn for his breath to hitch, unsure if it's because of his own dull memory of pleasure or the vague sensation of touching Marc, or maybe both.]
I- I guess you're known to have good ideas sometimes... [His voice trails off teasingly but then he's smiling brightly, chuckling, flush as he slowly moves his hand along Marc's length, palming down the length of him before stroking upward again, fingers grasping around the shaft on the way up.]
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Who says I have to stay there all the time? I have no plans of ending my own acquisitions. But I wouldn't mind stopping in. Seeing how you both are. You both need someone to check in on you.
I don't want to uproot Steven, either. If you're still married to me, he's married to me. If we're all into this together, we should at least spend some time together. Sort of live together.
Who says I have to stay there all the time? I have no plans of ending my own acquisitions. But I wouldn't mind stopping in. Seeing how you both are. You both need someone to check in on you.
I don't want to uproot Steven, either. If you're still married to me, he's married to me. If we're all into this together, we should at least spend some time together. Sort of live together.
We'd both like that, if you want it too. I'm sure Steven would like someone around who understands his French poetry.
[And he'd just-- like Layla around, regardless.]
[And he'd just-- like Layla around, regardless.]
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You think either one of them will be okay with the blood I've put on their hands? Marc can't go a day without whining about his guilt. Steven doesn't have it in him at all.
They don't get what we need to be and they don't want to deal with Khonshu. So I'll do it and clean up all the messes, you know? And they can just keep in denial about what the blackouts really mean.
You think either one of them will be okay with the blood I've put on their hands? Marc can't go a day without whining about his guilt. Steven doesn't have it in him at all.
They don't get what we need to be and they don't want to deal with Khonshu. So I'll do it and clean up all the messes, you know? And they can just keep in denial about what the blackouts really mean.
You should give Steven more credit. You and Marc both.
You can't keep this up forever.
You can't keep this up forever.
I can give him credit on other things, but we both know he's not a killer. You gotta know it too.
Been managing okay so far. You really want me to what, pop out in the mirror and say hello?
Been managing okay so far. You really want me to what, pop out in the mirror and say hello?
He's fine with blunt objects.
They'll give you time and space if they know you're there.
They'll give you time and space if they know you're there.
They're not gonna give me space to work with Khonshu, to pull them into that again.
It's fine. I've always done what's needed to be done... ever since I was born. Or popped up. Whatever.
You think if the others know about me, they'll put a leash on me?
It's fine. I've always done what's needed to be done... ever since I was born. Or popped up. Whatever.
You think if the others know about me, they'll put a leash on me?
Maybe more than sometimes, buddy...
[He can't help the shiver that runs down his spine. It's his hand. He knows it's his hand, but his eyes stay on the mirror reflection, watching that smile spread, those flushed cheeks. He has to bite his lips when fingers finally slip around him.]
Steven--
[He breathes out a sigh as he tips his head to the side. He keeps his eyes open though, keeps watching. His other hand reaches other slowly, idly brushing against cool glass. It's not the same as touching, nowhere near the same. But damn if he doesn't want to.]
Doing good.
[He can't help the shiver that runs down his spine. It's his hand. He knows it's his hand, but his eyes stay on the mirror reflection, watching that smile spread, those flushed cheeks. He has to bite his lips when fingers finally slip around him.]
Steven--
[He breathes out a sigh as he tips his head to the side. He keeps his eyes open though, keeps watching. His other hand reaches other slowly, idly brushing against cool glass. It's not the same as touching, nowhere near the same. But damn if he doesn't want to.]
Doing good.
Are you saying you wouldn't enjoy that?
Marc doesn't get to pick and choose that he wants to deal with Steven and doesn't want to deal with you. One day one of them is going to wake up in Mogadishu. Are you just going to pray it's always going to be Marc?
Marc doesn't get to pick and choose that he wants to deal with Steven and doesn't want to deal with you. One day one of them is going to wake up in Mogadishu. Are you just going to pray it's always going to be Marc?
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What, you gonna offer if I do?
I've taken shit for them, again and again. Marc and Steven have no idea about me beyond some black outs and a hell of a lot of blood. I'm not gonna let them get hurt.
But I gotta live my life too. Without the obnoxious morality thrown at me.
I've taken shit for them, again and again. Marc and Steven have no idea about me beyond some black outs and a hell of a lot of blood. I'm not gonna let them get hurt.
But I gotta live my life too. Without the obnoxious morality thrown at me.
No. I don't want to have to explain that to Marc or Steven if you stop steering.
Fine. We can work on it. If you want my help.
Fine. We can work on it. If you want my help.
Oh, is that what you're worried about? Never had one of them interrupt my private time before...
Work on it how? Don't say therapy. I don't need some quack messing up my head.
Work on it how? Don't say therapy. I don't need some quack messing up my head.
No I mean, you'll just introduce yourself to them slowly. Show them the less [...] violent side of you.
And which side am I supposed to show'em?
You must have something in common with Marc at least? If not Steven.
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