I slipped sideways, pushing Odin’s thighs even wider in an attempt to get a better view.
Marcone was careful, using his hands to control how much he took in, and that was Marcone all the way through, meeting the situation on his own terms. I looked up and smiled a question at Vadderung. He was being very civil about the whole thing, power still reined in, apparently content to let Marcone explore. I remembered the wildness of our fucking, power wrapped in power, and wondered what Vadderung was getting from this, a mortal man and his tentative sucking. But Vadderung just winked his blue eye at me in a conspiratorial fashion. Hey, I was enjoying the view, staring at Marcone’s hollowed out cheeks, the delicate lashes of his closed eyes. If Vadderung was having fun I was more than happy enough to play along.
I slipped back behind Marcone, pressed myself tight against his back, and then worked on slipping my hand under his belt, down into his slacks. It took a bit of wiggling, and once I worked my way inside I didn’t have room to manoeuvre, wrist pinned close to his stomach by the strip of leather. Marcone lost the bobbing rhythm he’d fallen into for just a moment before resuming it, but one of his hands fell away from Vadderung’s cock, and started scrabbling at his own belt. I grinned against his hair and resisted the urge to murmur some meaningless encouragements to him. If I slipped with a good boy, we’d probably have him tensed back up in no time, fretting about his reputation.
He got the belt undone and I got my hand around him, stroking. I was slow, slower than he wanted, touching him only lightly. He made an urgent noise around Vadderung’s cock, and then pulled off. “Harry,” he said, voice lower than I’d ever heard it. Vadderung tutted.
“Boy, stop toying with him. Get his clothes off, and he can be seen to properly.”
“Yes sir,” I sassed with a smile, and then took hold of the collar of Marcone’s shirt. “Scindo,” I said sweetly. The shirt fell in tatters to the floor, and Marcone swore.
“Don’t fuss, I’ll fix it for you later,” Vadderung promised.
“I’m not fuss- ah!” I scindo’d John’s trousers and briefs without warning. He didn’t sound impressed. “I’m not going to be the only one stripped bare while you two- ”
“Undress?” I asked, t-shirt already up around my head.
“He isn’t,” Marcone muttered rebelliously, but he broke off when I plastered myself against his back, skin against skin.
“Don’t fuss,” I repeated, dropping a kiss on his shoulder and then presenting him with my open hand, “lick.”
He did, broad swipe across my palm and fingers and then I got a proper grip on him, tight around his cock. As soon as I moved my fist Marcone jerked into it and his head fell back against my shoulder. A tightly held breath burst straight out of him, and a lot of his tension went with it.
“Better,” Vadderung said, and reached out to trace the line of Marcone’s mouth. Marcone bit him. Vadderung lent back and roared out his laughter. “Very well then. Trade off, knight.”
I tapped Marcone’s shoulder, encouraging him to move. He didn’t. “You said- ”
“Ride you, yes, I remember. Actually, why don’t you get on that?” I gave Vadderung my best puppy dog eyes, “Lube?” Vadderung reached forward and pretended to pluck something from behind my ear. When he opened his hand, the little ceramic pot from our last rendezvous nestled in his palm. “Awesome. Marcone, don’t eat any.”
I shifted forward on my knees and swallowed Vadderung down, still hot and slick from Marcone’s mouth. I worked at making it good, a little more finesse than last time, but still wet and messy. I could feel Vadderung’s pleasure rumbling through him, and it made me smile.
I quit smiling when I realised my ass was remaining sadly unmolested and pulled off, looking back behind me in puzzlement. Marcone still hadn’t opened the pot. “Hey, going to get with the program? You do know how this works, right?”
He glared at me and fumbled the lid off. “I didn’t take you for a multi-tasker, Dresden.”
“I’ve multi-tasked half of Winter- ” Marcone’s mouth tightened at that, and I growled, “Still? Will you quit mourning my lost innocence Marcone? I’m not marrying you, so it doesn’t matter if I can’t wear white.”
He slicked his fingers, glaring at me. “Waste of a dress. You’d spill something on it as soon as it touched you. Crumple it up. Tear the veil.”
“And yet he looks rather fetching mussed... “ Vadderung proffered, thoughtfully. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind for the evening to take a turn toward cross-dressing, so I dived back onto his cock. Distraction is the better part of valor. Or something.
This time I felt the slick trail of fingers exploring my ass, and I hummed my contentment. Finally. I wiggled encouragingly, because Marcone was being uncharacteristically shy about it, and then one blunt finger slid inside of me. I moaned a little bit, because good work should be rewarded.
Vadderung’s hand was in my hair all of a sudden, pushing into me a little more insistently. “He’ll beg for you, Baron, if you get it right,” Vadderung promised him. “Sweetly too.”
That time, Marcone bit me, teeth sinking into my shoulder. Ow. But the good kind of ow. In retaliation, I scraped Vadderung with my teeth, just a little. He caught his breath, clearly not expecting it, and I grinned up at him through my lashes. I know I can’t play coy, but sometimes it’s fun to try.
“Drink me down then, villain,” Vadderung said with obvious affection. I sucked hard then, lips sealed tightly around him, flexing my tongue against the underside of his cock and he came violently, flooding my mouth. I did my best to swallow but there was a lot of him, and a little trickled from the corner of my mouth. Vadderung slumped back with a contented groan and watched me chase his essence with my tongue. Cleanliness when next to godliness, and all that.
Marcone’s fingers stilled inside me. I wasn’t sure I could cope with any more drama. Vadderung looked over my shoulder, smiled, and then said in a deep lazy murmur, “Give him what he needs, Knight. Bring him a little joy.”
I didn’t need telling twice. Marcone had slipped out of me before I’d even turned, and I knocked him back, down onto the bare floor. I had a moment’s irritation at my jeans before hey presto there weren’t there, courtesy of our divine choreographer. Sliding down onto Marcone was the simplest thing in the world and Stars, the way he looked. Like he couldn't quite understand what was happening, but he might die if it stopped.
“Good boy,” I said, when I’d taken my seat, when I’d worked him as far into me as he could possibly get. He was well past fretting now. I rocked up and down a little, ever so slightly, moving to find the right angle.
“There,” Vadderung said, and whether he’d made himself right or he was just really fucking perceptive I don’t know, but pleasure sparked up inside me and all of a sudden I wanted this more than anything, hungry to be filled, hungry to fuck myself into oblivion with Marcone between my thighs.
“Nng,” I said, and Marcone’s fingers dug into my thighs desperately. I took a breath, got myself together, and found my rhythm. Drawing slowly up and then thrusting back down onto him, catching my breath every time, like it was some kind of surprise. And then Marcone got it together too, wrapped a hand tight around me, and gave me what I needed.
“A fine pair,” Vadderung said, something like pride in his voice. Like he was showing us off, but I don’t know who to. Himself. One another.
“Ma- Marcone,” I said, stuttering when I slammed myself down just right. “Hard. Wanna feel it.” He obliged, slamming up into me when I came down towards him and I whined a little, maybe. I couldn’t work out what else would make Vadderung laugh the way he did. “That, yeah, more of that. Can take it, take you. Come on.”
He did. He knocked us over, slamming me onto my back at the same time he slammed into me, snarling just a little. “Take it, take everything. Fuck you into next week, Dresden.”
“Go on then,” I said and arched up to meet him. I’d been fucked harder, by beings whose strength Marcone could never hope to match, but never with so much intent, never with such single minded intensity behind each thrust. Marcone scrabbled for something beside my head, and then wrapped his hand around my cock again, gloriously slick. The pot, yeah.
I knew what Marcone wanted, wanted me to come apart around him as he thrust into me, holding out till the last with his grim death grip on his self control. I could do that, I could humor him, because I felt it rising in me, a fierce pleasure that was about to burst its banks.
And then Vadderung leaned forward in his seat. “Together,” he said, and I felt my orgasm stopped in its tracks, held static and desperate inside me, shivering. Oh fuck.
“Come on, come on, please,” I garbled, not at Vadderung. He could have his way, as he wished, I was asking Marcone, needing him to join me so I could shatter into tiny pieces. “Mar- Marcone! Please.”
He did please. Marcone dragged me up to meet him with a bruising grip on my hips, bottoming out inside me and then let go. I think I shrieked, orgasm suddenly loosed when I wasn’t expecting it, shorting out the parts of me that objected to feeding Marcone’s ego.
I needn’t have worried. He collapsed on top of me, heavy and stupid, making inarticulate little noises of satisfaction. I panted, staring up at the straw of the roof.
“We should really do this more often,” Vadderung said thoughtfully, surveying the tangled heap of satiated mortals at his feet.
“I’m free on Wednesdays,” I groaned, giving up on shifting Marcone. He tightened his grip when I tried to roll him off me. I could give him a minute to get it together. Or ten. But maybe somewhere more comfortable. “Bedtime?” I asked, smiling up at Vadderung from beneath my mobster blanket.
“As you wish, Harry,” he said. “But we must have him back before the sun rises.”
“Sure,” I yawned. “S’fine.” Vadderung worked his will one more time and we were wrapped in furs, tangled on a bed, warm and easy. “Night,” I muttered, and let myself drift off.
There are now tiny bits of my brain splattered all over the room. It's all your fault!
I'm going to be so disappointed when Odin's not in the books as much as he needs to be! And also not having sex with everyone and ensuring world peace thereby.
Marcone's a snuggler. :D
And of course it works best for Harry on Wednesday. *is amused*
This is, of course, all kinds of awesome. Odin really does have the best ideas. :D
Now I'm wondering about the aftermath - does this resolve Marcone's issues? Has he ever had sex with a man before? (Because hey, way to jump in on the deep end there!) Will he be able to stand being one of Harry's many lovers, or will his possessiveness keep getting out of hand? How do Gard and Hendricks feel about this development?
Most importantly, can you be persuaded to do another sequel? :D
(By the way, your Harry/Donar dynamic is amazing, hilarious, and hot. They just get each other! I want them to be allies and on-and-off lovers for centuries.)
I think Vadderung's tendency to give out post-coital advice to those he takes a liking to will come into play with Marcone here, as his issues are still... very issue-y.
Personal canon for this verse: Marcone fooled around some in his early twenties before deciding he couldn't afford to, but I've no idea how extensive his experience was!
Gard will be perfecting her poker face. Hendricks will be cajoling her into helping him orchestrate a repeat performance, because Marcone has been acting like a complete freak since Mab's party, and after this he calms down some :-D
And I'm awfully fond of this verse so I won't say no, but I have no current plans!
... Donar with an older Harry who's come into his power would be... kind of awesome. Someone needs to do that.
This entire thing, amazing. I love how we-the-reader see what Harry the narrator can't, which is that Marcone is deeply fucked in the head, would really like to be able to convince himself that Harry will wear white to their wedding, and is in the position of wanting to kill his greatest strategic ally who uh, also a god, maybe bad idea?
And Harry's like “Wooo, ride on the disco stick, awesome!”
I've never seen Marcone portrayed out of his depth before - it was awesome! A sexually aware Harry and a god...hard to beat that combination. I laughed through a lot of this, and enjoyed the punch Harry gave John for being a dick (also loved Hendricks and Gard not doing anything in retaliation). Great fill, and a wonderful continuation.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
Filled Part 5 (of 5, really now) (End) Now with less HTML fail...
Date: 2011-02-27 12:52 am (UTC)Marcone was careful, using his hands to control how much he took in, and that was Marcone all the way through, meeting the situation on his own terms. I looked up and smiled a question at Vadderung. He was being very civil about the whole thing, power still reined in, apparently content to let Marcone explore. I remembered the wildness of our fucking, power wrapped in power, and wondered what Vadderung was getting from this, a mortal man and his tentative sucking. But Vadderung just winked his blue eye at me in a conspiratorial fashion. Hey, I was enjoying the view, staring at Marcone’s hollowed out cheeks, the delicate lashes of his closed eyes. If Vadderung was having fun I was more than happy enough to play along.
I slipped back behind Marcone, pressed myself tight against his back, and then worked on slipping my hand under his belt, down into his slacks. It took a bit of wiggling, and once I worked my way inside I didn’t have room to manoeuvre, wrist pinned close to his stomach by the strip of leather. Marcone lost the bobbing rhythm he’d fallen into for just a moment before resuming it, but one of his hands fell away from Vadderung’s cock, and started scrabbling at his own belt. I grinned against his hair and resisted the urge to murmur some meaningless encouragements to him. If I slipped with a good boy, we’d probably have him tensed back up in no time, fretting about his reputation.
He got the belt undone and I got my hand around him, stroking. I was slow, slower than he wanted, touching him only lightly. He made an urgent noise around Vadderung’s cock, and then pulled off. “Harry,” he said, voice lower than I’d ever heard it. Vadderung tutted.
“Boy, stop toying with him. Get his clothes off, and he can be seen to properly.”
“Yes sir,” I sassed with a smile, and then took hold of the collar of Marcone’s shirt. “Scindo,” I said sweetly. The shirt fell in tatters to the floor, and Marcone swore.
“Don’t fuss, I’ll fix it for you later,” Vadderung promised.
“I’m not fuss- ah!” I scindo’d John’s trousers and briefs without warning. He didn’t sound impressed. “I’m not going to be the only one stripped bare while you two- ”
“Undress?” I asked, t-shirt already up around my head.
“He isn’t,” Marcone muttered rebelliously, but he broke off when I plastered myself against his back, skin against skin.
“Don’t fuss,” I repeated, dropping a kiss on his shoulder and then presenting him with my open hand, “lick.”
He did, broad swipe across my palm and fingers and then I got a proper grip on him, tight around his cock. As soon as I moved my fist Marcone jerked into it and his head fell back against my shoulder. A tightly held breath burst straight out of him, and a lot of his tension went with it.
“Better,” Vadderung said, and reached out to trace the line of Marcone’s mouth. Marcone bit him. Vadderung lent back and roared out his laughter. “Very well then. Trade off, knight.”
I tapped Marcone’s shoulder, encouraging him to move. He didn’t. “You said- ”
“Ride you, yes, I remember. Actually, why don’t you get on that?” I gave Vadderung my best puppy dog eyes, “Lube?” Vadderung reached forward and pretended to pluck something from behind my ear. When he opened his hand, the little ceramic pot from our last rendezvous nestled in his palm. “Awesome. Marcone, don’t eat any.”
I shifted forward on my knees and swallowed Vadderung down, still hot and slick from Marcone’s mouth. I worked at making it good, a little more finesse than last time, but still wet and messy. I could feel Vadderung’s pleasure rumbling through him, and it made me smile.
I quit smiling when I realised my ass was remaining sadly unmolested and pulled off, looking back behind me in puzzlement. Marcone still hadn’t opened the pot. “Hey, going to get with the program? You do know how this works, right?”
He glared at me and fumbled the lid off. “I didn’t take you for a multi-tasker, Dresden.”
“I’ve multi-tasked half of Winter- ” Marcone’s mouth tightened at that, and I growled, “Still? Will you quit mourning my lost innocence Marcone? I’m not marrying you, so it doesn’t matter if I can’t wear white.”
He slicked his fingers, glaring at me. “Waste of a dress. You’d spill something on it as soon as it touched you. Crumple it up. Tear the veil.”
“And yet he looks rather fetching mussed... “ Vadderung proffered, thoughtfully. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind for the evening to take a turn toward cross-dressing, so I dived back onto his cock. Distraction is the better part of valor. Or something.
This time I felt the slick trail of fingers exploring my ass, and I hummed my contentment. Finally. I wiggled encouragingly, because Marcone was being uncharacteristically shy about it, and then one blunt finger slid inside of me. I moaned a little bit, because good work should be rewarded.
Vadderung’s hand was in my hair all of a sudden, pushing into me a little more insistently. “He’ll beg for you, Baron, if you get it right,” Vadderung promised him. “Sweetly too.”
That time, Marcone bit me, teeth sinking into my shoulder. Ow. But the good kind of ow. In retaliation, I scraped Vadderung with my teeth, just a little. He caught his breath, clearly not expecting it, and I grinned up at him through my lashes. I know I can’t play coy, but sometimes it’s fun to try.
“Drink me down then, villain,” Vadderung said with obvious affection. I sucked hard then, lips sealed tightly around him, flexing my tongue against the underside of his cock and he came violently, flooding my mouth. I did my best to swallow but there was a lot of him, and a little trickled from the corner of my mouth. Vadderung slumped back with a contented groan and watched me chase his essence with my tongue. Cleanliness when next to godliness, and all that.
Marcone’s fingers stilled inside me. I wasn’t sure I could cope with any more drama. Vadderung looked over my shoulder, smiled, and then said in a deep lazy murmur, “Give him what he needs, Knight. Bring him a little joy.”
I didn’t need telling twice. Marcone had slipped out of me before I’d even turned, and I knocked him back, down onto the bare floor. I had a moment’s irritation at my jeans before hey presto there weren’t there, courtesy of our divine choreographer. Sliding down onto Marcone was the simplest thing in the world and Stars, the way he looked. Like he couldn't quite understand what was happening, but he might die if it stopped.
“Good boy,” I said, when I’d taken my seat, when I’d worked him as far into me as he could possibly get. He was well past fretting now. I rocked up and down a little, ever so slightly, moving to find the right angle.
“There,” Vadderung said, and whether he’d made himself right or he was just really fucking perceptive I don’t know, but pleasure sparked up inside me and all of a sudden I wanted this more than anything, hungry to be filled, hungry to fuck myself into oblivion with Marcone between my thighs.
“Nng,” I said, and Marcone’s fingers dug into my thighs desperately. I took a breath, got myself together, and found my rhythm. Drawing slowly up and then thrusting back down onto him, catching my breath every time, like it was some kind of surprise. And then Marcone got it together too, wrapped a hand tight around me, and gave me what I needed.
“A fine pair,” Vadderung said, something like pride in his voice. Like he was showing us off, but I don’t know who to. Himself. One another.
“Ma- Marcone,” I said, stuttering when I slammed myself down just right. “Hard. Wanna feel it.” He obliged, slamming up into me when I came down towards him and I whined a little, maybe. I couldn’t work out what else would make Vadderung laugh the way he did. “That, yeah, more of that. Can take it, take you. Come on.”
He did. He knocked us over, slamming me onto my back at the same time he slammed into me, snarling just a little. “Take it, take everything. Fuck you into next week, Dresden.”
“Go on then,” I said and arched up to meet him. I’d been fucked harder, by beings whose strength Marcone could never hope to match, but never with so much intent, never with such single minded intensity behind each thrust. Marcone scrabbled for something beside my head, and then wrapped his hand around my cock again, gloriously slick. The pot, yeah.
I knew what Marcone wanted, wanted me to come apart around him as he thrust into me, holding out till the last with his grim death grip on his self control. I could do that, I could humor him, because I felt it rising in me, a fierce pleasure that was about to burst its banks.
And then Vadderung leaned forward in his seat. “Together,” he said, and I felt my orgasm stopped in its tracks, held static and desperate inside me, shivering. Oh fuck.
“Come on, come on, please,” I garbled, not at Vadderung. He could have his way, as he wished, I was asking Marcone, needing him to join me so I could shatter into tiny pieces. “Mar- Marcone! Please.”
He did please. Marcone dragged me up to meet him with a bruising grip on my hips, bottoming out inside me and then let go. I think I shrieked, orgasm suddenly loosed when I wasn’t expecting it, shorting out the parts of me that objected to feeding Marcone’s ego.
I needn’t have worried. He collapsed on top of me, heavy and stupid, making inarticulate little noises of satisfaction. I panted, staring up at the straw of the roof.
“We should really do this more often,” Vadderung said thoughtfully, surveying the tangled heap of satiated mortals at his feet.
“I’m free on Wednesdays,” I groaned, giving up on shifting Marcone. He tightened his grip when I tried to roll him off me. I could give him a minute to get it together. Or ten. But maybe somewhere more comfortable. “Bedtime?” I asked, smiling up at Vadderung from beneath my mobster blanket.
“As you wish, Harry,” he said. “But we must have him back before the sun rises.”
“Sure,” I yawned. “S’fine.” Vadderung worked his will one more time and we were wrapped in furs, tangled on a bed, warm and easy. “Night,” I muttered, and let myself drift off.
Re: Filled Part 5 (of 5, really now) (End) Now with less HTML fail...
Date: 2011-02-27 01:07 am (UTC)Re: Filled Part 5 (of 5, really now) (End) Now with less HTML fail...
Date: 2011-02-27 01:14 am (UTC)Re: Filled Part 5 (of 5, really now) (End) Now with less HTML fail...
Date: 2011-02-27 02:35 am (UTC)I'm going to be so disappointed when Odin's not in the books as much as he needs to be! And also not having sex with everyone and ensuring world peace thereby.
Marcone's a snuggler. :D
And of course it works best for Harry on Wednesday. *is amused*
Re: Filled Part 5 (of 5, really now) (End) Now with less HTML fail...
Date: 2011-02-28 03:04 pm (UTC)Now I'm wondering about the aftermath - does this resolve Marcone's issues? Has he ever had sex with a man before? (Because hey, way to jump in on the deep end there!) Will he be able to stand being one of Harry's many lovers, or will his possessiveness keep getting out of hand? How do Gard and Hendricks feel about this development?
Most importantly, can you be persuaded to do another sequel? :D
(By the way, your Harry/Donar dynamic is amazing, hilarious, and hot. They just get each other! I want them to be allies and on-and-off lovers for centuries.)
Re: Filled Part 5 (of 5, really now) (End) Now with less HTML fail...
Date: 2011-02-28 09:06 pm (UTC)Personal canon for this verse: Marcone fooled around some in his early twenties before deciding he couldn't afford to, but I've no idea how extensive his experience was!
Gard will be perfecting her poker face. Hendricks will be cajoling her into helping him orchestrate a repeat performance, because Marcone has been acting like a complete freak since Mab's party, and after this he calms down some :-D
And I'm awfully fond of this verse so I won't say no, but I have no current plans!
... Donar with an older Harry who's come into his power would be... kind of awesome. Someone needs to do that.
Re: Filled Part 5 (of 5, really now) (End) Now with less HTML fail...
Date: 2011-03-07 04:47 am (UTC)And Harry's like “Wooo, ride on the disco stick, awesome!”
Re: Filled Part 5 (of 5, really now) (End) Now with less HTML fail...
Date: 2011-08-22 03:13 pm (UTC)Re: Filled Part 5 (of 5, really now) (End) Now with less HTML fail...
Date: 2011-08-22 04:34 pm (UTC)