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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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[ 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 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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.]

[ 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. ]

[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. ]

[as black marks go, janus' record carries considerably worse than failing to get a woman to orgasm before they do. murder-shaped marks. betrayal-shaped marks. the kinds of marks that you leave on someone who'll never forget or forgive you.

the kind that you can hide from, in the warm, lush sanctity of a woman's body, if you're a little bit of a coward in the privacy of your mind. and what warrior doesn't need a break sometimes? janus licks her and squeezes her hip, following the hitch and gasp of her voice by questing deeper with their tongue, running their knuckles casually along the inside of her thigh -- and then their short fingernails up the outside of it.

she's smooth and lovely. they never got into the playful humor in humming the alphabet song or shaping the letters with their tongue, or maybe they would. instead, there's a sporadic mm, a puff of warm air between her legs. a glance up the taut plane of her belly, checking on the jump of her navel and the rise of her breasts.]

[ This warrior needs breaks too. Though she might take perhaps too many. Enough that she'd get fired from life if such a thing were possible. Rose wouldn't say she uses other people's bodies as escapes, but- Maybe she does, a little. It's so hard not to though when they feel so warm and real against her and make her feel wanted in ways she's never known. When Janus' tongue plunges further into her and she shivers from the surge of pleasure it brings.

While Janus doesn't spell out what they're doing, they don't need to. A slight jump and roll of her hips along with a tightening grip on their hair is enough to signal that they've struck just right that that hunter's accuracy. Rose rolls up a little, body at a V-angle as her pleading noises hit a couple octaves higher. There's also suddenly a gratuitous amount of them. Actual verbal confirmation- ] Right-

[ 'there,' is what she was going to say. Instead she winds up even tighter, a squeaky sound of approval. Gods, she's so close. Hopefully, their jaw isn't getting too sore to carry on just a bit more. ]

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[janus has always had a knack for following instructions. the clearer and more coherent, the better. 'right there,' while lacking some of the step-by-step specificity that they like, is pretty evocative. they know what they should be doing, and what they should be doing more of.

so their tongue ropes out further, far enough that they can feel the pull at the back of their throat and the slick wet pink hot ridges in her body run up against the texture of it. and then they pump a little harder, finding a wet rhythm that would have been rough if their mouth had the same velocity to it as their cock, but in absence of that it's--

good, to feel the electric heat and the thickening want in her, a veritable flood of moisture and flavor, just this side of savory, just a shade too close to the spit in their own mouth to feel anything but organic. it doesn't bother them, to find a trace of her inside them. they touch her thigh, urging her to do what her body asks.]

[ The woman isn't prone to swearing. Not anymore, not since the nineties where she was in with the very wrong crowd of people. Not since she'd known roadie rocker Roxanne and her life had changed for the better. Yet, the pleasure welling up can only be summarized neatly with a breathless- ] Fuck.

[ Tighter and tighter still she's wound, keen high-pitched noises amping up in regularity and intensity. A cacophony of sex sounds spilling from her lips until a singular one louder than those before it is punched from her throat. Her body trembles, knuckles white from the unintentional tightening of their grip. Sorry, Janus, she didn't mean to pull their hair so hard.

It rolls through her in waves, warm and for Janus rather wet. There's still a slight shake and tingle in her limbs even as she comes down gradually from orgasmic high. It was definitely worth the wait, she thinks, as she exhales slowly, head tilting down to look at Janus with a grin through a handful of blond curls. ]

Dude, that was awesome.

[aaaaaaaaaaaaatheir hair.

aa aaa but

but, honestly, it's worth it. to hear her keen, to feel her shudder and shake and into orgasm she quakes. it cuts apart the uncertainty they'd felt abruptly, all at once, and leaves behind easy triumph. they did it. their eyes flick upward and crinkle over the taut horizon of her belly.

they push themself up in a moment, freckled arms moving their own weight easily, agilely.]

Thanks, [they tell her.] Dude. We should probably get hydrated.

[ It's very lovely hair, Janus. Almost perfect for pulling. If they had enjoyed it, she might have entertained the idea of doing it again but... Since they don't seem to, she'll just shelve that idea. Besides, it's not like she doesn't have a plethora of other inappropriate thoughts stored away for the right times. Later, she thinks. She hopes. This was fun enough that she'd like to allow herself to wish for a second encounter, at least. ]

That's not actually a bad idea, [ she agrees, smiling at their care. It's cute. Nice. She hadn't known what to expect but is happy to know they're not the type to hit and run. They do, in fact, get dressed and hydrated and go their separate ways at the evening's end with one last kiss from the road.

Rose remembers a time when this wasn't quite so easy. She's glad that it's far behind her now though. ]

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steering toward fade <3

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