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]

It feels good enough that it's not hard enough to give in to it completely. He spreads his legs wider, knees pressing into the bed. There's a twinge of pain in his bad leg, but not enough to stop him. He moans, pressing his face into the pillow as Rat fingers him, as he teases.

[plaguedrat]

"You'd think being used came naturally to you." He's not sure he's saying it only to Kaz, not sure if it really is just banter. They're using each other a little and letting themselves be used. It's how they cope with pain in their worlds.

He circles Kaz with a third finger ready to slide in. Rat is slim enough that Kaz might be all right with the stretch of two fingers but three will make it good.

[everymonstrousthing]

"I'm a quick learner," says Kaz, shifting his hips back towards the teasing touch. He shifts, glancing back over his shoulder. "I don't know that I'd call this use. This is practically gentle."

[plaguedrat]

Rat smirks at Kaz and thrusts his fingers in, suddenly fast and deep. It's not quite merciless but it's an obvious shift in pace. "If we do this again, remind me to gag you." He says it with a razor slice of smile and grabs the back of Kaz's head to push his face back down into the mattress.

[everymonstrousthing]

"What's wrong with now?" Asks Kaz, before the pressure of his face against the mattress makes it difficult to talk. He groans at he press of Rat's fingers into his arse.

[plaguedrat]

"Because I want to hear you," he says, emphasizing the point with a rough thrust of his fingers. Leaning over him, Rat lets Kaz feel his arousal press agains him as he scrapes fingernails down the skin of his back.

[everymonstrousthing]

The thrust of Rat's fingers is rough enough to hurt a little and Kaz groans, pressing his face into the sheets. He can feel the press of Rat's cock against his sky, the scrape of his nails. He's surprised by how much he wants it all right then.

[plaguedrat]

Reaching over, he picks up the condom and tears the wrapper open with his teeth so that he can roll it on. It's something he does with practiced ease and he leans down over Kaz with a smile, folding himself over him so that his chest conforms to Kaz's back, his mouth by Kaz's ear. "Ready?"

[everymonstrousthing]

A shiver goes through Kaz's frame, top of his head to toes. He shifts, pressing back against Rat's weight behind him.

"Ready."

[plaguedrat]

It's all the permission he needs. Rat strokes himself a few times and then shifts to press the head against Kaz. He gives Kaz one, two, three luxurious seconds to say something and then he starts to press, easing his way in.

[everymonstrousthing]

It hurts but Kaz has known degrees of pain since he was a child and this isn't bad, isn't close to the worst. He lets out a soft, shivering breath and let's his head drop as Rat pushes into him.

[plaguedrat]

One hand braces on Kaz's hip, leveraging Rat and then stabilizing them both. He goes in easy degrees until he's fully settled, then his hand trails up Kaz's back and rests mostly on the back of his neck. His fingers, long and graceful, barely brush the front of Kaz's throat.

When Kaz lets his head drop, says nothing, Rat draws his hips back and he moves with the same, impossible slowness as he used to push into him. Then his hips snap forward, hard enough to rock them both.

[everymonstrousthing]

The hand curling around his neck is dark, is dangerous, and Kaz finds himself leaning into that, craving it. A few times in the last couple of months, he's felt himself slipping, felt a creeping desire for it to be over.. If he ever gave into that desire, Rat would be one of the few people he'd trust to assist him.

"Fuck," he breathes, when Rat thrusts back into him again. "Fuck, that's good."

[plaguedrat]

"I can't hear you," he says, moving his hand down into the middle of Kaz's back, shoving him further down into the mattress with a feral grin. He takes ownership of Kaz, of the moment, fucking him with that little edge of pain that seems to make them both feel alive.

[everymonstrousthing]

"It's good," says Kaz, louder this time, voice ragged as he sucks in a breath, his cheek pressed against the mattress as Rat fucks him deep, fucks him properly. "Gods, it's good."

[plaguedrat]

He scrapes again, nails raising tracks along Kaz's back. They'll sting but they'll fade, a little reminder of the one who put those marks on his back in the first place.

The rhythm of his hips stutters and he breathes in rougly, head falling back a little. It's been too long. Too goddamn long.

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz doesn't yelp or whimper when Rat scratches his back like that. The thought of that sting under his shirt for a day or two makes his cock twitch where it's pressed against the sheets.

"Best time, gag me," he says, breathless. "Tie me up."

Have him helpless and completely owned for an hour or two.

[plaguedrat]

"Keep sweet talking me like that and I can make it happen." Head still tilted back, Rat closes his eyes and pictures it. Kaz, naked on his bed, wrists bound behind him, a blindfold over his eyes. Kaz, helpless. The thought makes him drag in an unsteady breath.

Hold out, he tells himself, legs shaking against Kaz's.

[everymonstrousthing]

"I'd let you do it," says Kaz, absolutely certain in that moment, narrowed down to the press of Rat's cock into him. "If let you do anything you want."

[plaguedrat]

He opens his mouth, means to tell Kaz that he can't just say things like that when he's fucking him. What comes out is a tight, aching sound. He's going to come.

"Fuck," he says it as barely a word, more than an exhale as he crashes over, fingernails digging into Kaz's sides.

[everymonstrousthing]

The sensation of Rat coming inside him is heady and troubling and dizzying all at once. His entire body thrums with electrical energy. He's close but it's not enough - the friction of the sheets, Rat's cock buried inside him.

He whines, too needy to remember much of himself right then.

[plaguedrat]

Panting, legs still shaking a little, Rat takes the barest second to appreciate that sound, the way that Kaz voices his need. Kaz Brekker, so tightly wound and under control, and he's flying apart for him and with him. Rat stays where he is, hand slipping around to grasp Kaz's cock, moving along the length of it to coax him over.

[everymonstrousthing]

It isn't going to take long. Kaz lets himself give into it completely, lets himself rock and squirm against the stroke of Rat's hand. His breath whimpers out of him again.

"Please..."

[plaguedrat]

He nods, long haie spilling over his shoulder, brushing against Kaz's skin. He keeps himself close, puts all of his energy into staying upright and making Kaz feel good.

[everymonstrousthing]

He focuses on all of the different sensations - the brush of Rat's hair, his surprisingly strong hands, the warm weight of him. It's only a moment or two before he's falling, tumbling, losing himself completely.

It's too intense for him to even make a sound.