AU - Rat

[everymonstrousthing]

In the days after she goes, he's Dirtyhands more often than not. He stalks Darrow, sharp enough to cut. So little soft left in him. It's worse, because he'd let himself soften. He'd let too much of Kaz Reitvald come back and now reminding himself how to be the man he was in Ketterdam is hard work. It hurts.

Still. There's rough work to be done. So here he is.

The air in the club is close with tobacco, the smell of bodies. Kaz's mouth makes a moue of distaste as he slips up to the bar and orders gin, neat. He leans his back against polished wood, looks up at the stage. He's in time to catch the tail end of the performance.

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[everymonstrousthing]

There are scars which will come as no surprise to Rat: the shiny one under his jaw, a stab wound in his shoulder, the remnants of shallow slashes across ribs and belly. Inej knew him like a map, knew him by heart, but he thinks that Rat might recognise him, too. He likes that noise, though. He tightens his fingers again, tugging lightly at the silky hair in his hand.

[plaguedrat]

As he discovers them, Rat touches each scar with gentle, curious fingertips. Kaz has already seen–can see them even better as Rat moves low along his body–the worst of Rat's own marks, though there are a few that still remain to be uncovered. Scars indicate survival and for that he admires them, kissing a mark onto one of those knife wounds as he undoes the last button of his shirt.

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz lies there, muscle and pale skin and watches as Rat's mouth moves over his chest. His fingers are still in Rat's hair. His eyelashes flutter for a moment.

"What do you want?" he asks. It comes out more wondering than he meant.

[plaguedrat]

Rat lifts his head up then and regards Kaz with honest thought. He'd known that Kaz wanted him and that he was happy to serve that need. There's pleasure to be had in this, if it goes so far, but Rat isn't sure of precisely what he wants beyond the obvious. At least, except, for one thing.

"I don't want to be alone."

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz nods, just a little tilt of his chin and then he leans in, curls in on himself so that he can press his mouth against Rat's again. It's a more sure kiss this time. They both want the same thing here.

[plaguedrat]

That Kaz initiates the kiss sends an odd shiver down his back. It feels a little more like being desired, being wanted, and Rat acquiesces to the kiss, lips parting against Kaz's. With careful but certain motions, Rat slides Kaz's shirt and waistcoat over his shoulders, inviting Kaz to undo his cuffs, to put the clothes aside.

[everymonstrousthing]

He can take the hint. He unbuttons his cuffs and shrugs off his shirt altogether, stripped to the waist now, just slim trousers and boots. He trails the back of his fingers against Rat's side.

"How do you like it?" he asks. It's a question that gets asked in houses like Helleen's. What else does a girl like in her man? He shakes his head to clear the memory.

[plaguedrat]

"Depends on the partner," Rat says honestly. When Kaz touches him, Rat returns the favor and openly admires his bare form. They're both slender, wiry things, Kaz a little broader and more severe and Rat more willowy. He imagines that they fit well together. Curious fingers trip over the planes of Kaz's chest, "What about you?"

[everymonstrousthing]

Rat makes him feel young and callow in a way that he really feels. He's not sure that he enjoys the sensation. His cheeks flush. He worries his lip with his teeth for a moment, trailing his fingers back up Rat's ribs.

"I used to let her take the lead," he says, flushing furiously now. "It always made sense."

[plaguedrat]

"And did you like that?" Rat asks, finding one of Kaz's nipples and rubbing it with his thumb until it perks. The touch is bold, his intentions plain.

[everymonstrousthing]

The touch is enough to Kaz squirm a little. He'd liked it when it was Inej; he suspects he'll like it when it's Rat, too.

He nods.

[plaguedrat]

Rat makes only the smallest show of enjoying the way Kaz reacts and then he bends to kiss him again. "Anything you don't like?"

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz's mouth quirks into a smile against Rat's lips.

"Not yet."

[plaguedrat]

"Good," he says, catching his lower lip in his teeth. His hand slides down Kaz's body, past the waist of his pants and between his legs, exploring his interest.

[everymonstrousthing]

It feels good to hand over that control, when he's been holding on so hard for so long. He's been hard since they started kissing and, when Rat's palm slides over him, Kaz lifts his hips to the touch.

[plaguedrat]

Rat hums again, taking Kaz's request, enjoying the authority he's been given. Testing those limits, he crawls his way down Kaz's body, littering kisses down his chest as he undoes Kaz's pants.

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz forgets that he's supposed to breath for a moment as Rat kisses down his chest, clever fingers working at his pants. He tilts his head and watches, fascinated by the make-up, the way it softens the sharp lines of Rat's face.

[plaguedrat]

"Like what you see?" Rat tilts his head and bites the crease of his hip. When Kaz doesn't object, Rat rolls his waistband of his pants down and palms Kaz again through his underclothes.

[everymonstrousthing]

"So far," says Kaz, nodding. His breath hisses at the bit when Rat bites him again. Shifting his hips, he makes it easy for Rat to roll his pants out of the way and, when Rat's palm slides over him again, separated from skin by only a thin layer of cotton, he bites back something suspiciously like a moan.

[plaguedrat]

He laughs at that, warm and throaty against Kaz's skin. Inclining his head, he mouths at Kaz through the cloth, palm still pressed on his thigh.

[everymonstrousthing]

It's not entirely unexpected but his hips still jerk a little, provoked by the moist heat of Rat's mouth through thin fabric.

[plaguedrat]

He chuckles again, opens his mouth a little wider, flicking out his tongue. His fingers creep under the seam or his underwear to pull it down.

[everymonstrousthing]

It's a lot to give in to, to lift his hips and let Rat peel his underwear down, leaving him essentially naked and sprawled on the sofa. Kaz has been naked in front of only one person in his life. Rat makes two. He watches Rat's face, watches for a reaction. He pulls in a breath, his cock twitching in the cool air.

[plaguedrat]

Rat doesn't make it a show, but he does lean back enough to take the sight of Kaz in completely. The other man looks cut from marble, beautiful and elegant, and Rat smiles at him before leaning forward and running a hand up one bare thigh.

[everymonstrousthing]

The scar on his right knee and thigh is ugly, twisted and thick, but it's something that Kaz has grown used to over the three years he's been living with it. The pain is worse than the scar. He tilts his head, looking down at Rat.

"See something you can work with?"