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o1 ⚔ i got no secrets i got no friends

Characters: Janus Lefevre & you
Summary: Closed and open threads for Janus, which I'm starting now ALTHOUGH I PRObably can't tag back til next week. An erstwhile murderer goes about their business in a post-apocalyptic world, such as picking people up at the bar and eating cookies. It's fine.
Date(s): August & September 2017
Warnings/Notes: Possibly some sexual stuff, non-graphic references to violence

open { bar;

[in the past few years, janus has learned a thing or two about being a person, doing regular person things, like for example the time-honored tradition of kind of sort of maybe picking someone up at a bar. making friends. contributing through some mystical means to the defense of a refugee city outflung in the reaches beyond the multiversal apocalypse. you know, the usual.

janus is at the citadel tonight. though defense systems and mysterious laboratories may take up much of the building, the lounge still has its cheesy music and dance floor and opulent indoor forest. it's a little weird, but then again, so is janus— a shadw under 6', muscular, dressed all in black, without enough facial expressions, quiet as a shadow until they abruptly appear at one's elbow.]

Allow me to buy you a drink. [a beat. they remember that things in xistentia are in general free-- the booze at this bar, especially.] Or make you one. I'm very exact with measurements. Goldilocks' ideal partner, once she's legal.

[look. a few years ago, they were a lot less smooth than this.]

open { misc! weird stalking;

[it's not that janus is following anyone specifically, they just have a habit of watching people wherever they're at. it's surveillance. it's tactical.

so maybe that ends up being you, going for a cup of coffee in the morning or helping to move produce to a grocery store one afternoon, building a shed for the new crop or teaching or preparing defenses. whatever you're doing, it's the weight of an indiscreet stare that pulls your attention. the young man looks both a million miles away and weirdly intense, like a hawk focusing a teeny tiny field mouse from a mile away.

but if you but look at them, janus stiffens and then looks apologetic, looking away and then back again, unsure if the formality of an apology would make the offense worse or better. murder is a lot easier than this, u no u no]

closed to team oreo (rafa, arthur, era) { teeeeam oreoooo;

Hello, this is Janus

[you remember. the stilted young man from the internet, who boasted a truly incredible ability.]

I have come into possession of Oreo cookies or a reasonable facsimile thereof
Please let me know when you are available and where to meet you, as I would like to share this bounty
:D

[:D]

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It's Clary.

( She's definitely sizing Janus up. There's a curious edge to her gaze when they take their stand in front of her even as she's shifting her own weight to match. Still, she waits, keeps her breathing even and sure. This isn't a real fight, but she mentally rifles through everything she's learnt in the past few months anyway. Use what she has to her advantage. Keep her head. )

What about you?

[ Though it's something Rose tells herself not to pay mind to, she does. Janus passes the test - the abitray, senseless test - of not asking about her scars right away. Vanyel and Farraige both had too and they'd seen the ones lining the entirity of her back before anything else. ]

Not- [ she's interrupted by that finger of theirs finally hitting its mark. It's a surprising surge of pleasure through her as it does and she sighs contently in response to it before she smiles back. Then, she finds her words again. ] -often.

[ Which probably seems a little funny, all things considered. She doesn't often lose English. At least not as often as when attrctive people aren't fingering her clit. ]

Janus, [they answer easily, their voice mild, conversational, matching the neat little smile on their face.

contrast to: the sudden lunge they make at her, wooden sword hurling down with superior force and the higher angle. both are tactical advantages, but she's small, quick, and she's learned from the best-- she deflects them easy, the blades cracking loud enough to draw a brief look from the other gym-goers.] Pleasure to make your acquaintance, [they add.

after that, it's a steady trade of blows. janus is quick for their size, and supernaturally strong, but she gets inside the reach of their arms once and gets them with a solid shot of her elbow into their thigh. they wind up hopping a moment, throwing her a show of teeth that's half grimace, half grin, and half... gratitude, probably, for sparing their balls. they knock her legs out from under her just once— a risky endeavor that they take equal time to recover from. she doesn't let janus catch her like that again, leaping high the next time she sees them slide low.

there's a sheen of sweat between janus' shoulder-blades, their hair pricking into their eyes. they breathe from the chest.]

Before swords, what did you do with all-- this energy?

[she makes them smile. and then that smile is pressed against her mouth, a kiss that isn't made of pucker but of two curves meeting tangentially, by coincidence. it's either the puff of an exhale or of laughter that blows warm over her cheek, but in either case, it's not at her expense.]

Hashtag goals? [they ask. she does seem like one of their contemporaries. she'll either get it, or he'll get a puzzled look in between the flutter of her eyelashes. charming, either way.

for now, they tend the wet warmth of her flesh, stroking, teasing, rocking another finger down, seeking ingress below, choosing a rhythm that works on a crescendo. the moisture of her gathers slick on their otherwise coarse and callused fingers. she makes them feel almost new. and it's a little dirty, maybe, they find their mouth clenching wet in the moment, contrary urges to the ache that's firing up in their gut, squeezing their cock against the half-peeled remnants of their trousers.]

[ Even if it was, Rose wouldn't mind. Laughter is such a splendor. She loves to make people laugh, whether with or at her. It's so much better than the sharp intake of breath or wide eyes of terror that she'd grown accustomed to before Eudio. It's a wonderful thing to know she can make people laugh, instead of striking fear into their hearts. It makes her feel like she's worth something, that she's more than they told her she was. A wolf, yes, but not a monster.

There's a puff of laughter though at that. She does get it and, honestly? She relates. Hashtag goals, indeed. She'd say as such herself but she's admittedly a little swept up by that stroke of their fingers. ] Oh, [ is actually all she utters, hips hitching up just slightly to reach a better angle, fingers curling around their shoulders in encouragement. Janus is doing just the right things right now and she doesn't want them to stop. ]

( Janus is good, and Clary finds herself harbouring a vicious kind of thrill at being able to fight someone like this. She does her best to keep up her training, and more often than not she can lure Alec down, but much of her time is spent as he found her. Taking her frustrations out on wooden dummies and air. )

I'm not even sure.

( Because there's always been a fire burning inside of her skin, she just didn't have the ability to name the feeling until she fell into the Shadow World. Clary's quick to anger and quicker to defend nature had felt out of place in high school corridors and shopping malls. )

Music helped.

( Her eyes are a little calculating as she watches them, looking for any kind of break in their concentration or their defence. )

Listening to it, I mean. I can't play anything. But art was definitely something. Though there's nothing like this.

[janus has come to love many things about the bodies of women, as they understand them. they've met women who use them as weapons as often as not— deadly and agile, swift to strike, their balance centered lower, a greater agility endemic to the rotation of their hips. gender differences had been used to teach them to come to peace with their own powers, less than those of other hunters— a blade needs only a pound of force to cut through human flesh. it was only generalizations, of course, but still the first step to defying conventional bullshit understandings of weakness.

and later, they came to understand something of beauty. they love the soft, slick sucking of her body on their fingers, dewy and gathering, the squeezing contraction of her thighs on them. they stare as her nipples peak pink, sweat making her shiny old scars even shinier. they kiss her because— because they have to, pumping their hand. and kissing, too, the muffled notes of her mouth, make them think they might burst if they don't get in her soon.]

Can I--

[it's coarse and vulgar, the bulge of their cock on her leg. with their other hand, they hike her knee high over a shoulder.]

[ Rose has used her body as a weapon. Even now, she arguably still does. It's not literal. Instead of a sharp jab or swing of her leg, it's the softness of her skin and warmth of being close. Bright eyes and brighter smiles, quiet giggles of enjoyment in-between breathless kisses. She's been deadly in the literal sense and now is becoming so in metaphorical ways. An interesting duality, indeed.

This is a much preferable battle though. One where usually everyone wins and are left content with the results. Rose knows she will be anyway, catching Janus' lips in increasingly needy kisses as those fingers of theirs continue to work on her. She can feel them building up in tension though, the rough edge of their voice and heat of their cock against her leg as they ask for permission. ]

Please, [ she encourages, giving a little happy peep as her leg is hoisted up and her knee hooks over their shoulder. ]

[they can feel her looking. under different circumstances, they'd fake it, try to trick her into imagining a false weakness where there is none. but this isn't that kind of game-- or at least, not yet. there's an easy honesty to their dodge, parry. then their next swipe of the sword.

but she catches one vulnerability, maybe. they are

admittedly

trying to impress her, as new warriors do upon meeting one another. not just with their maneuvers, but also with their words. so in the gaps, just before they speak, she'll notice-- when they favor one legs lightly over the other, leaving their left side slightly exposed.] I'm guessing you don't mean Beethoven. [there! and gone again. their swords clack.] But I wouldn't be completely surprised if you did.

[there!]

[ Janus is right. Food doesn't really appeal. He knows humans like those things, though. Salted caramel. They tend to pair that with chocolate. It tastes all right in ice cream, even if it lacks a certain kind of tang. And lacks bite, of course.

Amused, Rafa lets his hand spread over the planes of Janus' chest. This one is well put together; flat and lean, but enough definition to tell Rafa they're fit and able. ]

Only in my bedsheets. [ He admits, with a sweet little smile. His hand slides lower, over Janus' stomach. ] Sometimes on my men. But I like the sound of it, anyway. Soft like silk, but salty. With a little bite.

[ He shifts a little, rolling his hips gently against Janus'. and then moving his kisses onto their neck. Those kisses are sharper now, light dustings of Rafa's lips interspersed with occasional nipping teeth. Never enough to break the skin, but certainly enough to tease at it.

He's aware of blood pumping below the skin. His lips gravitate towards blood vessels, an act of instinct and not design. Those are the parts where the skin is warmest, and his cool lips press eager kisses to them. ]

[perfect. they're so eager it would be embarrassing, maybe with someone else who preferred reserve and machismo and an elegant swoop of an eyebrow timed to a smooth, throaty moan, not to loud, not too low. but rosie seems to be pretty inclusive in her interpretation of what a man-- or a queer should be, and so, they let it quicken them, the desire to put their cock against her. to roll their hips, slicking the blunt head of it in, to feel the way her body furrows and clenches wet around her, suckling, almost pulling—

and they make a stupid face, probably. a pop-eyed wow then a scrunch of pleasure, tugging back a moment, thrusting again, knowing that a bob of friction will open her wider to the intrusion finding its way in.

they wind up smiling damply across her mouth, a saliva-shiny grin. a roll of their freckled shoulder, and they hike her knee higher, skimming her calf over the angle of their back.]

[ Janus doesn't know them or maybe they do, maybe they will- Either way, the disparity between her two boyfriends alone is probably enough to indicate that Rose's idea of what men (or genderqueer people who are masculine leaning) should be ranges a very broad spectrum.

Besides, each person is so unique. Especially in these intimate situations. That's part of why Rose enjoys it so much, just the experience that is never like any other.

She'll tell Wyatt too eventually that this feeling is like not wanting to finish eating your favorite meal. Delicious. Delectable. A lot of adjectives that start with 'd,' which is apt considering it's Janus' d that's entering her now. She can't help the contented sigh that escapes her lips as they work their way into her, a flutter of eyelashes, an even steeper arch of her back and hips just slightly so. A smile in return and a low, soft moan all just for them. ] Gods, [ she breathes out, which might be funny depending on what Janus knows about the nurse of an academy in another world who shares her name, face, and backstory. ]

[they find traction on the surface of the bed with their knees splayed apart, his thighs gapping hers further apart so that they can work into her, vigorous. the stink of sweat starts up, all groin and neck, sweat and fervor. their mouth glances off her cheek and there's a grunt of effort catching wetly in their throat as they chase the sound of her voice with the blunt of their dick.

and maybe janus does smile a little, hearing that word. maybe hers is susanoo instead of nen. they can't remember very well, what the two of them had been like when janus went to the academy. eight years is a long time. but maybe they'd wondered a little at how quickly she'd gotten— snared, back then, gone from her free-wheeling flirtations to somethign that had seemed about as committed to marriage. maybe on some level they'd envied it, insulated as they were from the piecemeal drama associated with it. the lives of staff and teachers are often impenetrable to the students.

hahaha. impenetrable.]

I--think you mean— kami, [they tell her, on the end of a grunt, a gasp, a rollicking three thrusts that makes the mattress jump an the muscle strain shapely in her thigh.]

[it's a little strange to know that rafa does not own this home all alone, that there is-- some boyfriend, husband, partner who planted the farm outside and helped to choose the pillows that decorate the couch, who might pop in and call rafa by some fondism and blink gently at the sight of the hunter underneath him.

but also

also that's terribly hard to think of right now. no mission to fear, nothing to press them except for the vampire's brown little hands. maybe it's the absence that janus feels, of your usual social niceties, death waiting a few doors away, and if not the mission today then the mission tomorrow. even if that's true, the edges of the hole seem softer, less stark as rafa's mouth moves down their neck. they hear their own breathing quicken. he's a good kisser, you know, our fine rafaello d'este, and it's not long before they're moving toward him with their hips, a funny climbing of their toes inside their shoes, their fingers drawing hungry lines along his narrow back. breathe in, breathe out.]

[ Eight years is nothing to a woman who will live a millennium. Though there's no denying the last couple years have been... noteworthy. So much more has happened in them than the last few decades combined. While her life had been an exciting whirlwind before Eudio, it had still taken since the 90s for that build-up to happen.

All good things require building up to. Just like this, the flirtations and charm. Rose takes a steep inhale, hips rolling to meet their thrusts for the best effect. Rose is efficient, when it matters. When it comes to her pleasure. There's a soft squeak occasionally too between the other myriad of sex sounds spilling from her lips, a happy little peep to encourage Janus to keep it up.

Kami, they say, and she supposes it makes sense. She'd talked about her Japanese language skills, of the ways she wished for more words for seaweed but it- It doesn't feel her, really. Not anymore. Because now instead of all the kami in creation, she believes instead in the Divines. Dibella, Akatosh, and other gods of Tamriel. She doesn't answer but only because she doesn't have the mind to, she's getting too lost in the smell of sweat and the sound of Janus' efforts and how it all comes together to make her feel so amazing. ]

[part of them

wishes that she would dig her nails into them somewhere. shoulders or something. something to keep them rooted in-- she feels so good, between the gratifying, gorgeously wet catch and slide of her voice to the silky pull of her pink below, that they think they're losing control a little. more than a little. how sweet the shape her mouth makes when it opens around nonsense syllables that are all vowel, a language more universal than english or japanese.

they hang on for dear life. they try to count-- her breaths, the moans in between them? they try to count-- the starburst of shadow her eyelashes cast on her cheek. they try to think of something to stave off orgasm.

but her mouth accidentally slips across the corner of their lips right then, moving the grain of the velvet of their stubble. and that's it for janus. orgasm comes-- racking up their narrow hips, shuddering, five years of white light behind their eyes, as they ride their thrusts into rolling tides against her.]

[ Somewhere along the road, quick hands have slid beneath folds of material and untwisted buttons. Clothes are being pushed away, leaving hot skin to press against cool, and laying bare Janus' chest for Rafa's lips to play over it. His hands graze over their nipples, and then skirt lower, playing over their stomach, tugging at their belt and opening it.

He knows what he's doing. His hips rock forward against Janus', creating a smooth friction that makes Rafa gasp, and then let out the soft beginnings of a moan.

His hand slides down. A zipper is tugged down, and then his hand moves inside, cupping Janus and stroking along the length of them. His lips move back up, kissing along their jaw and then back to their lips, which he kisses with more urgency this time. His hand does good work, fingers picking out the shape of Janus and gently squeezing around their tip. He wants them harder before he works his way down. ]

[vampire handjobs. they had had an inkling of course, that oreos would lead to this, but it would have been improper to assume. so it's

gratifying, the hand on their trousers, the press of rafa's mouth, the warm heat of the moment, catching, sliding, rhythmic. they find their feet pressing the floor, trying to gain enough traction to arch up against the vampire. not difficult, considering they're strong enough to flip a car. their dick surges to answer rafa's grip. they stop thinking about rafaello's husband. they stop thinking much at all.]

You're a beautiful little miracle of flesh, aren't you?

[it's a mumble, nearly disoriented from lust. janus' pants are out of the way in a moment, shucked down the freckled slope of their hips. they released rafa's mouth only reluctantly, the compliment trapped in a wet whisper between them. their cock aches, red and hard with want already. they slip their fingers down his spine, running them lightly down the fabric of rafa's shirt before they hook and tug.

even if rafa's going to be shifting down to his knees, it'd be a sight to see, the warm color of his shoulders framing his face.]

[ If given a little more time, she might have dug her nails into their freckled skin. Made her mark. Everyone knew how Rose loved to leave her mark. But instead she feels the twitch of their cock, the sputter of their hips and knows that they've already orgasmed.

Oh, that's-

Hm. 'Disappointing' seems harsh, doesn't it? Perhaps she's been spoiled, just a little. Vanyel and Farraige both, in their own ways, always tried to make sure she finished first. Just the way she liked it to be. Still, there's something also gratifying about knowing that Janus was enjoying it enough to be unable to last. And it's not as if she still can't get over that hill herself or with a little help. One of her hands idly, casually slllllides on down between their bodies and to apply just the minutest amount of pressure from her fingertips against her clit.

Anything she thinks to say or ask makes her worry she might add insult to injury, but- ]

I bet I could coax a second round out of you, [ sounds alright. ]

Am I?

[ Rafa's lips curve into a smile, which disappears when he goes to work on Janus' neck. He sucks one part up into a bruise, which his teeth can graze and tease at. They don't break the surface, but the hint is there that they might, and that it might feel as good as the rest of this.

At the same time, he moves his shoulders to shrug out of his shirt, allowing Janus to get rid of it. Rafa's skin, despite holding a vampire's pallor, still holds the olive hint of his youth. It makes him darker than most other vampires, and perhaps better hides the truth of what he is.

If that's the case, then it's a trick. With his body free of he shirt, he's able to slide gently out of Janus' lap and settle on his knees, between their legs. They're more than hard enough now. Rafa lifts his eyes to theirs and leans forward, eager to taste. ]

You do not mind?

[ He asks, and then presumes, leaning forward to flick his tongue against Janus' slit. Then he moves down, his tongue teasing at their glans, before he runs a trail of light kisses along their shaft. He'll stop if they want him to, of course, and he's going slow with this at any rate. Janus had hardened quickly. Rafa can't help wondering how easy it will be to take them to their edge. ]

[bred in sunny lands. ancestry built for unrelenting summers by the sea. janus knows skin like this, the small frames, the dark eyes and hair. it's nothing like phrenology and phenotyping has painfully little relevance, especially in worlds like theirs, where reincarnation happens often enough and a reasonable facsimile of a soul might be birthed out of a river or a tree or a stone.

but still, it feels like a story. something of heritage, of the raw materials that predated vampirism, of the culture of rafa's home and the privileges of his beauty, wrapped up in the tawny parchment of his skin. scars? they wonder, the instant before their mind takes to stuttering at the slick flicker of rafa's tongue. ever since that disastrous!! encounter with rosie in the citadel, janus has been rather wary of accidentally-- failing to come through for a lover, so if they knew what rafa was thinking, they would have opinions.

instead, they trace their thumb along rafa's jaw. their chest sucks deep.] I don't think my mind could take over even if I wanted, [they say, their voice half a pitch lower than ordinary, rusted over with want. he is so beautiful, rafaello is.]

[a veritable storm of embarrassment is coming up in the back of janus' head, at odds with the typically brittle and careful-- almost smug edges of their personality. they're still on top of her, mushing their cock into her, and then they realize— they realize. it takes a long time to realize. well, in reality, maybe only fifteen seconds, but for a hunter whose life and death operate at the speed of a sword stroke it's quite horrific.

the horror sinks in as their dick does too, one final last slide, and then they're left-- panting, the muscular cut of their arms tented above her. they look down and see the sheen of sweat on her nose, the dewy shape of her mouth. the way her breath rises and falls glistening in the cleft between her breasts. she didn't-- she didn't. oh.]

Y--yes.

[exertion makes their voice a touch raspy, and gut-curdling discomfort does the rest.] I'm-- yes, you could. [the tips of their ears had already flushed, but they're darkening again.] I'd bet-- [his voice deepens, sheepishly,] well. We don't have money.

[ Fifteen seconds feel a lot longer than it actually is. Especially to people like them who have taken lives in faster times. Whose own lives have been in the balance in faster times. She doesn't hold it against Janus though since, well- It's kind of bad position to be in.

Since, no, she didn't. Not yet. Rose is nothing if not determined though when it comes to her own pleasure. ] We don't, [ she hums in agreement, breath hitching a little at her own fingers applying pressure against her swollen clit. ] But I'm still in a betting mood.

If nothing else, [ she sighs, fingernails now digging into the skin of their arm ] you could just help a lady finish.

[forgiven? the opportunity to find forgiveness. janus is immediately interested, ducking their head down, a flash of a smile through their fallen hair. their next kiss skims the rift between her breasts, and then they nudge a pink nipple with their nose, a little playfully, but eager to redeem themselves!! truly. they venture on down.

down her navel, to the mound of blond curls and flushed skin below. they mouth her wrist bones for a moment, then blow a raspberry on the heel of her hand, insisting that she give them space. a freckled shoulder comes up under her thigh, hiking her knee up over. they aren't disturbed by the concept of tasting themself. not even a little.]

Gamble to win, ma'am.

[yeah, janus is a ridiculous person.

and she's like wet silk down here, runoff that's nearly savory. they slip their tongue in deep, plying into the pink folds, flattening them out to nearly spreading in the gap of her thighs.]

[ How is she to argue with that enthusiasm? Not that she was planning but she's glad that they're game. Rose laughs at the burst of air on her hand, at the cheesy line that follows soon after.

Ridiculous they may be, but also- Determined. It's going to go a long way. ]

Ah- [ she says, a twitch of her hips towards the touch of their tongue. The hand that they'd dismissed goes now instead to twine through the dark strands of their hair. The other clasps at the sheets, bunching it tightly between her fingers as she lets out another squeaky, pleased noise.

Muscles tighten reflexively against the way pleasure starts to crescendo. She'd already been a decent way there so Janus won't have to work too hard to fall back into Rose's good graces. Not that they were out of them to begin with but, y'know. Details. Redemption and reclamation of their pride is likely closer than they think. ]

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right? it's too much. also i suck at fighting rp so this is gonna be bad lmao

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nsfwish if it ain't been said already

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definitely nsfw

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