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“What the fuck!”
There’s a groan from the bedroom, tired and husky. “Why are you yelling at ass o’clock in the morning?” comes the grumbled question, muffled from where Jason’s face is apparently still pressed in the pillow.
Maybe Nero would have felt bad about waking him up after the whole Qlipoth shitshow, but he can’t bring himself to care right now. Not when there’s suddenly a whole new hole between his legs, because… what the fuck, how, why-
Fabric shuffles in the bedroom, followed by a string of thoroughly annoyed latin. Jason is still rubbing his face when he steps in, peering at Nero through long fingers. “Stop panicking over nothing and tell me what’s going on,” the man grumbles, eyes only half open.
“Fuck off, it’s almost eight,” Nero snaps, pressing his legs closer together. Even after years of being with them, he still feels exposed when he’s naked - now even more so. “I’m fine, everything’s fine, why wouldn’t it be fine, I just have a fucking cunt now too-”
Jason blinks at him, slowly. “That’s why you’re freaking out?” he yawns, leaning against the door frame. “You fully triggered, what did you expect?”
Hold on. What? “You… you knew this would happen?” Nero asks, blinking back at his boyfriend of officially a few days, technically years. “How would you even- Why didn’t you warn me?!”
“Nates meas osculari potes,” Jason mumbles under his breath.
Nero swats at him. “Kiss your ass yourself, dick,” he shoots back. Dante might not be too good at latin, but he’d picked up on a fair bit during his childhood. Only good thing Fortuna ever did for him.
Usually that makes Jason’s cursing far funnier, since it’s directed at everyone but Nero most of the time.
The blond asshole doesn’t have the decency to let the blow connect, though, leaning out of the way. “Nero, for fucks sake,” Jason starts, tone actually exasperated. “You’ve seen me fuck Dante!”
What does that have to do with anyth- Oh.
“How did I not notice?” Nero mumbles to himself. “I’ve had my mouth down there so many times, how the fuck did I miss that?”
Jason sighs, his tank top riding up as he scratches at the bulging scars on his stomach from that run in with the Hunters of Artemis years ago. “In your defense, at least for the times I was there to witness… Dante always still had his pants on.”
That can’t be, no, there had to have been… at least one time…
“Huh,” Nero exclaims. “You’re right. Hold on, is that the reason why you only topped Dante?”
His boyfriend closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. “I’m still bi, babe,” Jason says, tone perfectly even. “No, I didn’t only fuck Dante ‘cause he has both parts, I’ve been inside his ass plenty of times. If you or Dante had asked me to, I would’ve gladly railed you six ways to sunday.”
Nero crosses his arms in front of himself, legs still firmly pressed together as closed as possible. “Why didn’t you ask then?”
“Come on, we’ve had this conversation already,” Jason deflects, eyes still firmly closed as he leans his head against the doorframe. “The boundary was there, I was your third. The guy you have fun with, a nice accessory for the night, but not anything more. I’m just not… I don’t even know if I’m made for more, Nero.”
Ah. That topic. “And I’m still not happy that you thought that for that long and didn’t think to talk to me about that,” Nero says, voice perfectly calm, silently revelling in the way Jason tenses at the tone. “Just like I’m going to strangle Dante for not telling me about something like this, for fucks sake! What would have happened if you hadn’t pressured him, would he just not have told me that we’re related until it blows up in his face?!”
“Yes,” Jason says, mouth twitching slightly upwards. “I’d help you do that, but I do prefer not being a hypocrite. At least not when I’m aware of it.”
Again, Nero swats at him, earning himself a quiet, soft laugh as the light slap connects. “What about you, then?” he asks, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Do you have any biology quirks?”
His boyfriend shrugs. “Some, but none that I’d actually use,” Jason says, like him denying a part of himself is normal. Slowly, he opens his eyes, electric eyes sharp and hungry. “Now, do you want to shower alone or would you like some company?”
But that’s a problem for later. For now…
“Thought you were tired?” Nero asks, trying his very best to sound innocent, and very much failing at it.
Jason huffs. “Yeah, well, someone woke me up in a panic and then talked me wide awake,” he says, stepping closer until they’re nose to nose, looking at Nero like he’s the most delicious thing in the world.
Back when they’d first met, Nero probably would have faltered and blushed, but now he meets his boyfriend's gaze. “That so?” he asks, smirking at the other man. “Sounds like you have a terrible partner.”
It earns him a quiet laugh, those hungry, hungry electric eyes softening a little. “The worst,” Jason says, but his tone is warm, like he’d just given the sweetest compliment. “So, what do you say?” One of his hands trails to Nero’s waist, featherlight touch fluttering over his skin. “I could help you get a little more… familiar… with your body.”
Nero’s heart beats a little faster, and he hooks his arms around the wolfs neck. “I guess I wouldn’t mind some company.”
The shower is warm, water running over their skin, wasting away.
Jason is pressed close against him, strong chest against Nero’s broad back, tight enough that barely any droplets make it between them. One of his hands trails over Nero’s cock, only half-hard, a featherlight touch. Light enough that that prickling feeling he always leaves, that undercurrent of electricity strumming right under his skin, barely makes the sensitive flesh ache.
“I don’t know every detail of demon biology,” is quietly admitted against Nero's neck, warm breath ghosting over his skin. “But I know… enough~”
The hand trails lower, brushing over the new folds between Nero’s legs. He breathes in deeply, body tense against the unfamiliar touch, one of his own hands coming up to rest against the one Jason has on Nero’s chest. Close enough that Jason could choke him with barely any time to react, thumb rubbing soothing circles over his collarbone.
He feels the smirk against his shoulder, followed by a sharp nip, canines catching on his skin. “Use your words, Nero.”
Unfairly attractive asshole, Nero thinks, trying not to think how quickly he’s getting hard. “Green,” he says, voice a little breathy.
“Good boy,” Jason purrs against his shoulder, fingers trailing gently over the folds one last time.
Without warning, they push in, parting them just enough to teasingly rub over the skin inside. Very sensitive skin, Nero realizes abruptly. The everlasting current underneath Jason’s skin is enough to send delicious sparks of pain through his body, and he chokes back a moan that would have come out very, very breathy.
It earns him another admonishing nip, a thin rivulet of blood running down his shoulder, mixing with the water. “Green,” Nero breathes, his eyes fluttering closed, all his focus on the nice feeling between his legs.
Thank God that neither Dante nor Jason have any ground to stand on when it comes to enjoying pain.
Jason makes a quiet, disapproving noise, and nips his shoulder again, sharp and deep. “Let me hear you.”
“You know anywa-”
Nero’s cut off by his own moan as two fingers at once plunge in deeper, digging for a spot just as sweet as his prostate and finding it immediately. Oh, that feels good.
He’s distinctly aware of Jason’s dick pressing up against his ass, hard and hot, as telling of the shared arousal as the cloying, mixing scent in the air. “Good boy,” is breathed against his neck again. Jason’s voice is a little breathy too, so beautifully affected by his arousal, all caused by what he’s doing to Nero, the noises that the blond pulls out of him.
With a groan, Nero leans his head back, resting it on Jason’s shoulder. “Controlling dick,” he breathes, voice soft, fingers digging into Jason’s hand. Warm blood runs down the back of his hand, the sensation distant enough that he must have grown scales already.
A pleased hum dances over his neck. “You like it,” Jason teases, teeth ghosting over the point where Nero’s shoulder meets his neck. “So pretty, so good for me.”
It draws another shudder out of him. “Fuck you,” Nero chokes out through a moan, those damn fingers digging deep and true again. Pleasure sparks through his body, his free hand flying out in search of support, sharp claws screeching over the wall tiles.
Pointed teeth dig in hard, breaking skin through sheer force. Nero nearly comes, only held back by sheer willpower. Fuck, that spot would always do something for him.
Slowly, a tongue dances over the bite mark on his shoulder, chasing the blood that’s already fleeting with the water. “Do you want more?” Jason asks.
Fuck yes he does. “Course I do, asshole,” Nero chokes out. “C’mon, you promised to rail me six ways to sunday-”
Jason stills abruptly. “Really?” he asks, like he has any reason to be surprised - and then his tone shifts again, into that sharp, dangerous edge Nero likes to cut himself on. “I don’t quite remember… but I can be convinced~”
Attractive asshole of a control freak, Nero thinks, with less spite than he feels like he should, but it’s hard to focus on thinking right now. “I’m not gonna-” he starts, and once again, Jason’s fingers dig into that delicious spot. The tight heat in his gut nearly springs, but Nero barely holds it back, shuddering in his boyfriend’s grip as he cuts himself off with a moan once again.
“Who said anything about begging, sweetheart?” Jason purrs, voice perfectly even, like he’s not affected at all. A poor facade; the proof of his arousal is still digging into Nero’s back. “You can just ask nicely~”
Nero breathes in deeply, biting back a comment that would just earn him more torture. “Please, Jason,” he says in the most submissive voice he can muster, so obviously fake that he feels his boyfriend quietly laugh against his neck. Still, the want bleeds through. “Please fuck me.”
A quiet hum tickles against Nero’s shoulder. “You did ask nicely…” Jason says, voice contemplative. His fingers are still working inside Nero, familiar motions in an unfamiliar place. “I suppose you deserve a reward for being so good for me.”
Abruptly, the fingers pull out. Nero’s tight grip on Jason’s hand is wrenched open as the blonde flips him suddenly, crowding him against the bathroom tiles.
He looks delicious. Those electric eyes are dark with hunger and want, tracing Nero’s body like he’s a michelin star meal. Even with his hair dripping with water, clinging tightly to his scalp, does the blond look absolutely delectable.
Nero is distinctly aware just how wet he is, his claws digging into Jason’s shoulders for support. Golden ichor runs from the puncture wounds, thinned out by the water enough that he can’t even smell it, but he remembers the taste. That sweet, perfect treat, better than any food he’d ever had.
“You’ve been holding out on me long enough,” he breathes.
It earns him a quiet chuckle, Jason’s features softening a little. “I guess I can’t deny that,” the blond admits, one of his hands once again between Nero’s legs, fingers plunged deep. They trace close to that wonderful spot, but take care to avoid it, instead spreading out as far as they can. It hurts a little bit; a pleasant ache that has Nero purring.
“C’mon, I’m ready,” Nero breathes, voice slightly rumbly from the purr. “Need you now, Jace-”
Suddenly, there are lips on his, cutting him off mid sentence. Jason’s tongue is forceful as it pushes in, like Nero’s mouth belongs to him, now, wrestling his tongue into submission. Nero can’t help but moan into the kiss, his claws digging deeper into Jason's shoulders.
The tiles press harder against his back, Jason’s other hand shifting lower, too, until he can push him up. Trap him between his thrumming body and the cold tiles with no ground to stand on.
It’s sheer reflex that has Nero hook his legs around the blond’s waist, holding on tight. He whines into the kiss as Jason’s fingers suddenly pull back, leaving him painfully empty.
Pointed teeth nip at his bottom lip as Jason pulls back from the kiss, too. “I’m just giving you what you asked for,” the wolf promises, chest heaving.
“Finally,” Nero pants, still a little out of breath from the kiss.
Something presses against his entrance, and Nero forcefully relaxes his body. Jason’s eyes are still so dark and hungry, easy to focus on as the pressure builds more - and then he’s in, slowly dragging over Nero’s sensitive walls as he pushes deeper and deeper.
It’s different, for sure; reaching places Nero hadn't had before, but it’s also just a difference in them. Dante is longer, but Jason fills him more, beating him in the girth department. Dante is almost deliciously hot, the lava running through his blood doing wonders for his body temperature, and Jason’s ever present current irritates and hurts in the best way.
They’re so different, but the best in their own way.
Tingling fingers brush over Nero’s waist, one trailing lower to grip his butt. “So good for me, take me so well,” Jason mumbles.
Nero purrs, full bodied and strong, drawing a punched out groan from his boyfriend. “Should have done this sooner,” he breathes.
It earns him a playful nip to his lip again. “You could have asked,” the blond teases. “Ready, babe?”
“Stop talking and get on with it,” Nero huffs against his boyfriend's lips, pulling him back into a kiss. He feels Jason laugh into it, his other hand settling for good on Nero’s waist, grip tight enough to bruise.
And then he’s moving. It’s slow and languid, more a rolling of hips than any real movement, but Nero still groans into the kiss. The skin down there is sensitive, and the current under Jason’s skin hurts in the best way.
The heat in Nero’s belly burns brighter and brighter, only amplified by how sensitive the loss of air leaves him. Still, he kisses his boyfriend like a man possessed, pushing into Jason’s mouth.
His teeth feel too big for his mouth, sharp enough to rip open Jason’s tongue when the blond pushes back. Delicious ichor spills right onto Nero’s tongue, and the tightening coil springs.
He comes with a muffled moan, clenching tight around Jason’s cock, his own neglected one spilling between them. The heady groan Jason muffled into the kiss only has him clenching tighter, the thrusts breaking rhythm, growing more desperate.
Nero forces himself to pull back for air when black spots start dancing through his vision, panting heavily. Everything is even more sensitive now, delicious sparks dancing up his spine with every shift. Enough that he hasn’t gone soft despite the release.
It doesn’t help that Jason looks like a wet dream. His electric eyes are glassy with pleasure, mouth open as he pants, but his gaze is still trained on Nero’s lips. The bruising grip has only grown tighter, enough force that Nero can feel his body crushing under it, and there’s the faintest sounds of cracks from the shower tiles he’s being fucked against.
Never before had he seen Jason that out of control. That desperate during sex. The great Jason Grace who never really gave up control, wrestling it back either by force or slowly, subtly enough that they miss it until they're too fucked out to care, is falling apart at the seems.
Still, the thrusts are somewhat slow. More erratic than rythmic, but he’s still holding back. Just like he’s holding back something about his biology.
Nero wipes some drool from Jason’s mouth, resisting the urge to kiss him completely senseless. “Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow,” he breathes, leaning in close to whisper against the blonds lips. “I won’t break.”
For a brief moment, Jason stills, entire body locking up. He breathes out, shaky and desperate. “Careful what you ask for,” he replies, grip somehow growing even tighter, forceful with a strength that is definitely new. He’d always been strong, Nero knows that, but he had also known Jason’s limits. Whatever he had done to get out of Tartarus in under a week had made him far stronger than before..
It’s hard enough that Nero hears something crack. Delicious pain sparks through his body, claws driving deeper into Jason’s shoulders, his entire arm growing more and more numb as the scales spread further. “I know exactly what I'm asking for,” Nero huffs, voice still a little breathless. “You could bite my dick off and I’d come from the pain. I regrew an arm, baby, I'll be fine.”
For the briefest of moments, Nero can see Jason’s teeth sharpen, feel wet fur spread under his claws, but it’s gone in a flash. “Fuck,” Jason breathes, voice a little dazed. “Alright.”
The blond surges forward, pulling him back into a kiss, and- Oh, fuck.
Jason’s pace shifts into something punishing. Rapid, sharp thrusts driving Nero against the tiles, leaving him no space at all. His dick is trapped between them, practically crushed, pain sparking through his nerves, and Nero moans into the kiss.
Distantly, he can hear the tiles break, the wall creak and groan. Maybe he should have thought about if it’s a load bearing wall, but it’s hard to care when he feels so good.
Nero really wouldn’t mind getting used to this.
Thing is, as many similarities as Dante and Jason share, they’re dramatically different in bed.
Dante, well aware as he is of his strength and capabilities, lets loose with them. He holds back enough to not total the house, but that’s just a given - otherwise, he goes with the flow, chasing his own pleasure as much as theirs, with rough hands and strong movements.
Jason, on the other hand, is all about control. He’s incredibly attentive to the quietest noise, the smallest twitch, the slightest shift in scent, and uses it against his partners to drive them insane with pleasure. It gets him off too, all too clear in the way his scent spikes and he comes undone by the slightest touch once they’re nearly finished, so Nero had always thought that’s just the way he is.
Maybe he should have thought twice about it; Jason is usually so open about his wolf, fully embracing that side of himself, but he had always kept it out of the bedroom.
No pleased growls, no claws that split open their skin, no spreading fur, nothing. Even his teeth had always been blunt, blood only drawn by the points of his canines that were just a natural part of his human body.
Knowing that he’s doing that on purpose, that he’s holding something back…
It explains so much, just as much as it pisses Nero off. He holds back his own odd biology, but Dante’s and Nero’s demon parts are fair game? It’s plain unfair and fucking hypocritical!
Which is definitely the actual complete reason why he wants to draw it out of the wolf. Nero’s never backed down from a challenge - no, that’s not why he wants to break Jason’s control, not at all, he’s not a brat anymore - and today isn’t gonna be the day he does.
He has more than enough time to muse about it all while he waits for the repairmen Jason had called.
The shower wall was not a load-bearing wall, thankfully. It was an outside wall, though. Facing a neighbor's window. A neighbor who had been home and in the middle of cleaning said window. The poor old man looked like he was about to get a heart attack.
Which is a lot of words for ‘Nero is never going to go outside again while that specific neighbor is the vicinity’.
Something that Jason, the confident asshole of a man, clearly had no issue doing. The fucker had just gone over to offer an apology, like there was nothing to be embarrassed about fucking your partner through a fucking wall. If Nero was less mortified, he would have gone over to make sure that he’s not being thrown under the bus for it, but he is. Mortified enough that he’s muffling his own hearing because he is not listening to that conversation. No chance in hell.
“Hello, you called about needing some repairs?”
Damn. The poor woman standing in the door to the shop looks dead on her feet. Nero doesn’t doubt that she probably does a great job, but… Part of him kind of wants to say fuck it and send her to bed on Jason’s dime.
If only they hadn’t wrecked their only shower. He’s uncomfortable with even his fucking boyfriends seeing is body, Nero is not suffering through a communal bath house, if Redgrave even has one.
“Yeah, right this way,” he says, leading the repairwoman up the stairs. “It’s, uh… probably not a quick fix.”
There’s a quiet sigh behind him. “Of course it isn’t,” she mutters under her breath. “Job’s from Effront never are.”
Right. Jason was pretty notorious for his magically attracting lightning apartment building. The blond has been living with them so much, Nero had admittedly kinda forgotten that Jason even owned the thing.
“Well, the shop still stands,” he quips, pushing open the door to the bathroom. “There’s just… the one hole.”
It looks like someone had taken a wrecking ball and thrown it through their shower, which… wasn’t that bad of a comparison to their strength, actually. The shower tiles are a sharp death trap that’s still stained with Nero’s blood, and the pipe on the upper end of the hole still drips water, even though they turned it off.
Another sigh sounds out from behind him, sounding a fair bit more done then the first one. “I’m not even going to ask,” she mutters, which probably wasn’t meant for Nero’s ears. He grimaces, very glad that she can’t see his face. “Well, this is going to take several days, at least. I can assess the damage right now and make a rough estimate what I’ll need in materials, but… that’s gonna be it for today.”
“Oh, yeah, no worries,” Nero says quickly. “We… should be good to take over the bathroom at his apartment building, so… no rush.” He clicks his tongue, and turns around. “Actually, pure curiosity, why do you look like you’re dead on your feet?”
The woman snorts, short and dry. “I’ve been at it since last night, we’re a little understaffed right now. A few of my coworkers lived in that town closeby. The demon attack one.”
Nero clears his throat. “Don’t know how much it helps with grief, but… I can promise that every single demon that did is dead and gone.”
Her eyebrows lift a little, lips pulling into a weak smile. “That’s something, at least.”