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]

Mostly, what Kaz looks then, is young and soft, unguarded. He blinks, his eyelashes a dark smudge against his cheek.

"Fuck," he breathes, and then he turns, lifting his head to catch Rat's mouth in a kiss.

[plaguedrat]

He looks beautiful. They're both of them so old for their age, scarred and worn by a life stripped of safety and privilege. Now, they kiss and it feels like the whole world is a little lighter.

Rat hates himself when he realizes that he'll regret it when Kaz leaves. Stupid mistake.

He keeps kissing Kaz instead.

[everymonstrousthing]

Having just come, it's easy enough to keep it slow and languid, to lean up into the kiss, his fingers threading through Rat's long hair. He's just come, but he feels so far from spent.

[plaguedrat]

It's gotten longer since he arrived; he'd never bothered to do much with it unless it got in the way. Now, his hair pools beneath his head, an inky pillow. Leaning forward, Rat empties himself into that kiss. He cant think of anything after now. Everything that comes after, comes later, is more than he can currently bear.