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Monsterfuckers AU

YOUR BODIES
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An old country filled with monsters, beasts, and gods, and the people who try to find their place among them (and in them). Cont. from here.

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He's taken a liking to Joshua. The man was strong, capable, and tender. He likes the way he looks across the room when he walks in, eyes wandering carefully before settling steadily on Alecto's wrists or throat or mouth. He likes the way Joshua always leans against the bar counter without ordering anything and smiles, saying some smooth non sequitur and making Alecto hide his gentle smile behind the curve of his martini glass. He likes the way Joshua touches him, how he likes to slide his palms all the way up and down the straight lines of Alecto's waist and hips and squeeze, the way he leans in and holds him in place while Alecto kisses him back, the way he curses under his breath when they fuck.

He likes that Josh doesn't scare easily. Maybe he'll survive this town after all.

It's balmy tonight, rain having drowned the streets earlier in the day, and Alecto doesn't mind the way their hands sweat together, linked and threaded, as they walk through the house and into the garden in the back. The vines shiver as they pass, and the flowers almost seem to tilt towards Alecto's feet, their petals heavy with cold dew.

Alecto throws a glance over his shoulder, tugs Josh close once they reach the middle of the grass, and allows them both to fall down into that green, green embrace. The earth seems to welcome them, gentling its touch. "You've come to see me twice this week already," he remarks, his voice light and breathy like a song carried on the wind from far away. He strokes a fine fingertip along the bridge of Josh's nose and then down along his upper lip. "Now what's that all about then?"

There's always a part of him that's restless still, no matter how comfortable and settled he seems to be. But he's started to feel an unexpected draw to this place, to its shadows and mysteries, the warm smiles and cold secrets, its dappled shades filled with eyes glittering bright. There's an unexpected novelty in knowing in his very bones that there was more to be found here than he could ever truly learn within the span of his short mortal life, even if he spent every waking and dreaming hour in pursuit of that knowledge.

But there seemed to be no real harm in trying so far.

Alecto Crabtree is a frequent - and very pleasant - source. Of information, certainly, of varying kinds, but also of a deeply enjoyable relief and mutual pleasure. But at the end of the day, he doesn't think it's just his own partiality for the man that seems to scent the gentle breeze around him with heady scents, that makes every flower seem to bloom at his passing, that makes their out-of-doors trysts seem so unnaturally - yet organically perfect, as though nature itself were conspiring to see to their mutual comfort.

He catches Alecto around his waist, settles them both down slow and careful to the unexpectedly soft ground, dewy without being damp, the grass an unexpectedly springy cushion beneath their bodies. "Am I not allowed to miss you?" He asks in return, grinning easily, his gaze direct and steady, not at all distracted by Alecto's touch just yet.

He hums, a musical sigh, and decides to tease. "You're free to do as you wish. That's the beauty of a place like this." There were rules of course, and hierarchies and a history to respect, but Devil's Kettle was otherwise known to be a rather understanding town, a safe haven to those who can't seem to fit in elsewhere.

To put it lightly.

"And you?" He leans up, nips at the corner of Josh's lips, "You're really something special here, don't you know? I think a lot of allowances have been given to you already as a result."

Meanwhile, his hands continue to wander, stuttering down the buttons of Josh's shirtfront but not undoing them just yet.

"Mm, is that so?" he replies, turning his head just enough for their lips to meet, a chaste, almost sweet gesture, though with every implication of more. "Is it come time for me to pay the piper then?"

His mouth opens and his curious little tongue comes out to press against briefest flicker of the other man’s teeth. “Something like that. Though I do think I make it worth your while, don’t I?”

There’s something more that Alecto wants to ask of Josh, but he seems to coyly toy with the idea for a bit longer, not sure yet if he’s ready to reveal the exact depth of his want.

He shifts his arm, wraps it gently but firmly around Alecto's shoulders and presses against him, mutual warmth through the thin layers of clothing, a pleasing and comfortable contrast to the sudden subtle bite of chill in the air around them. A slight adjustment and they are sharing a proper kiss this time, deep and passionate, an obvious prelude to more.

He pulls away for breath, leaning his forehead against Alecto's, his fingers digging in with an involuntary spasm of sudden want. "Name your price," he whispers, not quite a promise but the outlines of one, a show of willing without a full commitment.

He leans into Josh's touch. He's mated with two humans before this, careful to choose them for specific strengths and traits, but rarely does he actually end up liking the person. And that's all fine and good since usually, Alecto was content to keep the process, the intention, and the eventual outcome a secret anyway (it was easy to do so, since most of them didn't live for very long after the fact, so it's not like they had the ability to care).

But for some reason, this time, he didn't feel the need to hide.

"I'd like to mate with you," he says, matter-of-fact.

He breathes out a thoughtful hum at Alecto's blunt, serious request. There was something very specific in the wording that he wanted to get to the bottom of in his own mind, and he takes a few moments before reacting, not yet pulling away, still enjoying Alecto's touch and proximity, the physical intimacy.

"That means something different to you than what we usually get up to," he observes, not quite a question, but a request for clarification. "Is... what exactly do you need from me?" He slides his hand along Alecto's hip, thumb stroking against his abdomen, not entirely sure why his mind is supplying the seemingly impossible image of Alecto's now-familiar body changed, filled out beneath his touch, round with child...

He nods, hips lifting up into Josh’s hands. They always fit so nicely together. It was charming to him in a way.

“I won’t need you to do anything different,” he says. “Fuck me just as good as you usually do.” Alecto’s smile is inviting a gentle, like a breeze perfumed by flowers. “Though…I might need you more than just the one time. We need to make sure it takes.”

He doesn't hide the little catch of breath in the back of his throat, the obvious and intense interest as he makes a few subconscious connections, his mind furiously at work.

"Right now?" He asks, with a contradictory mix of eagerness and caution. "I haven't... should I get tested first?" Despite the prevarication, his hands are a steady and firm grip on Alecto, half tugging him even closer, thumbs stroking circles through the filmy clothes that were his usual attire. He so clearly wants what's on offer. All of what's supposedly on offer.

By now he's run into several of Alecto's nieces and nephews, though their exact relationships were so complicated he couldn't quite wrap his mind around it. What he'd managed to grasp was that this was a thing for the Crabtrees - that they had and raised their children communally, but without any accompanying outsiders beyond the genetic donation - and that quite a few of said donors had also disappeared under mysterious circumstances, but that was almost to be expected here in Devil's Kettle...

He remembers Alecto's comment about allowances being made, and wonders as he waits for an answer.

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