FIC: Catch, Not Release. (1/1)
Title: Catch, Not Release. (1/1)
Fandom: Real People / 30 Seconds to Mars.
Prompt: Table 2; # 17 - Play (100_situations)
Pairing: Jared/Tomo.
Word Count: 2458.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: slash, established relationship, wing!kink, lycanthropy (werepanther), rough sex, some language, little bit of violence, overall kink, a splash of humor, mild AU
Summary: Jared's ready for a walk on the wild side, and he knows just what will trip his boyfriend's trigger.
Author's Notes: Crack fic... but not. Do you ever get the urge for something that maybe fits into a verse you're working on, but you just want to do a oneshot that doesn't have to abide by the rules of that verse? This isn't quite that, but it's close. Yeah, I don't know, my mind goes in weird directions sometimes. Hopefully this makes some sliver of sense. If not? Tell me. I promise it won't hurt my feelings.
"... The fuck did you do?"
"What, don't you like it?"
Blue eyes batted at him in a manner that could only be described as coy and Tomo knew that was precisely the problem. That he did like it. He liked it a lot. Too much, probably, given that all the ways he liked it weren't exactly healthy.
Well, okay. Maybe they were considered healthy for a feline but there were times when he did his best to pretend he was only a man. Now was apparently one of those times.
The box springs squeaked as Jared shifted and Tomo's attention snapped back to him. Or rather, what was pressed against the headboard behind him.
His boyfriend was sporting a pair of white wings.
Not real wings, mind you. At least not as far as he could tell. They didn't move like real wings, and as someone who shared his soul with a cat he knew how avian creatures moved. But they didn't look overly fake and costume-y either. There were the long flight feathers that ran along the outer edges, and then the much smaller, downy feathers that seemed almost caught in Jared's hair because of how he was leaning back. Tomo wondered which felt softer, and then wondered how they would look scattered around and over his body.
Fingers snapped and he blinked, head jerking back a little as if bracing to be hit. "Hey, you still with me? You got that far-away look again."
"Which far-away look?"
"The one like your kitty self is running through a jungle in your mind." And there was something in Jared's voice then that almost sounded like nerves.
It really, really shouldn't have turned him on.
He cocked his head and gave himself another moment to stare at the wings, then focused on Jared, trying to size the situation up. When they were in bed together, at home or on the bus, they talked about a lot of things. While fantasies and fetishes were one of them, he was pretty sure wings had never explicitly been brought up. Feathers? Maybe. It would be pointless to deny the fluffy things easily caught his attention or if he thought about stalking birds he sometimes saw in the Letos' backyard.
Jared moved again, this time shifting from a sitting position to his knees. Tomo stuck a hand out, all but knowing just what he was about to do, but Jared didn't seem to care, crawling down the bed towards him until his hand was pressed firm against his chest, stopping him. "Tell me what you're thinking,"
His eyes flicked from Jared's to the wings, nerves coiled in his gut along with something else. "You don't want to know what I'm thinking."
"Yes, I do. You're hungry, aren't you?"
He didn't respond, nor did his eyes return to meet Jared's.
"The cat's awake but you're afraid. You want to hunt, and you want to fuck, and you might even want them both at the same time." He leaned into Tomo's hand more, seeming to ignore the way it made his nails start to dig into his skin. Jared always did seem to get off on pain. "They're not real. It won't hurt me if you tear them apart."
Jared tried to move in more and the arm finally gave, bending to allow him to come closer. His knees stopped at the end of the mattress and he reached out, fingertips grazing Tomo's chest, catching in the short hair as they moved but careful not to pull. A purr rose in his throat that he was quick to swallow back. He was doing his damnedest not to encourage him, but it was getting harder to resist. The wings were almost close enough to touch.
He leaned his upper body even further, trusting that Tomo wouldn't let him fall, to put his lips nearly close enough to touch his cheek. Breath brushed the sensitive skin where whiskers would be and Tomo intently stared at the white feathers that were sinfully close. "That's what you want to do, I know it is. Why do you think I got them?"
"It's not safe."
"I trust you,"
"I'm wild and --"
"I'm yours."
If there was any phrase that was sure to catch the animal's attention, that was it.
Tomo's eyes immediately met the blues that were intently on him and they stared each other down. Well, he tried to stare Jared down. This had 'bad idea' written all over it and he usually did his best to nip these sorts of things in the bud before they got out of hand. The blind trust in his lover's eyes, however, wore away quickly at his willpower.
After what felt like minutes the simple brown that everyone else got to see gave way to amber-yellow, the internal switches starting to flip as the other half of him clawed its way to the surface.
There wasn't time for a quick intake of breath on Jared's part before Tomo had him flat on the bed, body and mouth covering him. Yes, he was hungry. So much so he was almost surprised his stomach wasn't growling, though he growled when teeth lightly bit his tongue. Breaking the kiss, he watched Jared suck in air and took the opportunity to press his hands to his shoulders. There was tension in the muscles beneath his fingers as he felt him fight not to struggle, pushing him to hold down harder.
The hunter wanted a reaction. Prey wasn't supposed to lay there and let itself be eaten.
He's not really prey though. the man tried to reason.
The cat just shrugged and went back to staring at the feathers, wondering if there were bones that would crunch.
One of Jared's legs hooked over his hip, trying to give him leverage to arch up, and the motion drew his attention. Snarling, Tomo leaned into the smaller body more, hips shifting just enough to pin the other set to the bed. His claws silently emerged and his cock twitched at the way Jared's breath caught when those on his left hand made the first slash through the wings. Amber eyes followed the path the claws took as they moved again, the second motion sending a few feathers into the air.
A rapid heartbeat was loud in his ears and he leaned down to nip delicately at the skin over the source of the sound as he put both hands to use. He could see the feathers move in his peripheral vision, cock twitching again. One claw caught on something and he tugged harder, drawing a slight pained noise from the body beneath him. It made his head tilt and he sat up, hands moving from wings to shoulders to flip Jared over.
He had to lean back sharply to keep from smacking himself in the face with a wing, earning a low growl and a swat at the offending wing. Shaking his head, he spread the wings with his hands and leaned down, sniffing as he inspected where they met his lover's skin. A quiet hiss came as he held the wings down and he saw they were attached with some sort of glue to the shoulder blades. He made a 'hmm' noise before leaning down and experimentally running his tongue over the taut skin next to one wing, only crinkling his nose a little when he briefly tasted the glue compound.
"Shit, Tome..."
Giving another lick, this time missing the glue, he pressed harder when he felt the firm bone, lips drawing back so he could better nip. As he began to worry the soft skin a moan came from beneath him, the hips shifting. He purred quietly and rocked his hips once against Jared's lower back, taking in a deep breath as lust filled his senses.
"It's going to hurt when these come off."
"I was hoping it would be worth it." came the somewhat muffled reply, followed by a bit of squirming.
He growled again, quietly, and shifted his lower body to pin Jared's down, feeling the 'struggle' end after a few moments. "Shouldn't hurt yourself just to please us. You don't like this kind of pain." Nuzzling at the patch of skin between the wings, his growl took on a hungrier tone as he felt feathers brush his face and muss his hair. His hands took a hold of the wings, grabbing tightly to rip feathers and snap the thin plastic rods that gave the wings form. The sounds sent a shudder through his body and he ground his hips down hard, eyes fluttering when he felt his cock nudge his lover's entrance.
A hand grabbed at one of his thighs, tugging as he heard panting beneath him. He could practically taste Jared's arousal and let out a throaty growl as he pressed his body closer, getting as close as he could without breaching the tight muscle.
"Prey's not supposed to be eager." His voice wasn't his anymore, but the feline's, and he lapped at the spot below Jared's ear, teeth grazing the earlobe. "Prey's supposed to fight to get away."
"You want me... to fight..." Jared's voice was breathy and his eyes flicked down to see his other hand gripping the covers tightly.
He shook his head and leaned further, lips brushing the corner of his mouth, just able to see blue eyes flutter shut. "No... want you to scream."
One clawed hand grabbed on to a hip and angled them just so as he thrust his forward, and he felt a moment of hesitance before his strength forced the muscle to give way. His fingers clenched, claws pressing into skin as he pulled him back harder, sinking deep as the feline strove to reestablish its claim.
Jared did scream, throwing his head back and clutching at the bed with both hands, but Tomo almost did himself when he felt the muscles consciously tighten and those narrow hips try to push back more against his. He gave a sharp nip to one shoulder, feeling feathers brush across his skin, and his nostrils flared. This prey was feisty.
As his hips started to move he again grabbed onto the wings, claws tearing and hands pulling. He felt bucking and squirming and thrust harder, tearing at the wings. When hands again tried to grab on to him he pushed them away, claws scratching as he did so. His teeth sank into the soft skin at the junction of neck and shoulder, nearly drawing blood, and he felt Jared's body shudder against his. "Yes... harder..."
A growl rumbled in his chest and he drove his hips forward faster. The wings were left alone in favor of wrapping his arms around the smaller body. Sweat made his hands slide easily and he grabbed a hold of his shoulders, seeing his claws curve over, the black shining against pale skin.
"Mine. All... mine."
The words were ground out as he pulled Jared's body close to his, leaning over him so chest and back were pressed snugly together. Hair brushed his face as Jared nodded, hands now trying only to brace himself, legs shaking. He was so close, they were both so close.
His tongue slid out to taste the sweat that made the side of his neck glisten, teeth following briefly after, and that was all it took to push Jared over the edge. He gave a broken cry, body shuddering hard and bucking back against Tomo's one last time. Muscles squeezed his cock, all but pulling him in, and he roared, muffling himself at the last second by pressing his mouth to Jared's shoulder.
Their bodies moved a few moments more before sinking against the bed together, both of them panting. When Tomo raised his head he saw teeth marks and couldn't help a pleased purr, nuzzling the now-marked skin. The motion drew a breathless sigh of content from Jared, who he shifted his gaze to as he uncurled his hands to rest them against the bed. "If it wouldn't hurt you... we'd rip these wings off you..."
Jared could barely chuckle and he saw the hint of a smile on his parted lips. "You nearly went kitty-cat on me, hmm."
He started to contest the remark but quieted as the back of one hand was stroked, shivering. Dark fur dusted the back of his hand, making it more sensitive, and his fingers idly flexed at the stroking. "Whoops,"
Sated blue eyes met his ambers when Jared turned his head. "Hey, I glued wings to my back just so you could shred them. That's practically inviting you to turn furry."
"Quite true," Tomo pressed a quick kiss to his lips and then slowly sat up, shaking his head to get his damp hair off his face and out of his eyes. The wings were indeed quite wrecked, feathers littering the bed around them. He started to stroke one when the bedroom door opened, head snapping to the side to see who it was.
"I was trying to sleep, thank you very..."
A sleepy-looking Shannon started to walk in the room, one hand rubbing over his face, but he stopped and his voice died when he noticed the scene on the bed. Tomo watched his eyes go from him, to his brother, to what was left of the wings and his clawed hand resting atop one.
"What the fuck -- no, never mind. I don't want to fucking know."
Tomo just purred. "Your brother's still in one piece, we promise."
Shannon stared at him a few moments, long enough that he reached up with his other hand to feel the top of his head, making sure he didn't have cat ears peeking up through his hair. It wouldn't have been the first time that happened. Finally Shannon shook himself and just covered his eyes, turning around. "Whatever. I'm going down to sleep on the couch. Just try and keep your kinky games quiet. I don't like hearing Simba fucking my brother."
"He's not a --" Jared was interrupted by the door closing. "-- lion. Mm, though a mane would be pretty soft, I bet."
The thought made Tomo roll his eyes, hands going to Jared's hips to hold him still while he pulled out. He stretched out next to him, wriggling a little as he felt the feathers against his skin, and then reached out to use his claws to comb Jared's hair back from his face. "But then I couldn't hide in the dark and scare your brother and Tim."
They grinned at each other and fell into a relaxing silence, at least for a few minutes.
“So, how are we going to get these wings off?"
Fandom: Real People / 30 Seconds to Mars.
Prompt: Table 2; # 17 - Play (100_situations)
Pairing: Jared/Tomo.
Word Count: 2458.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: slash, established relationship, wing!kink, lycanthropy (werepanther), rough sex, some language, little bit of violence, overall kink, a splash of humor, mild AU
Summary: Jared's ready for a walk on the wild side, and he knows just what will trip his boyfriend's trigger.
Author's Notes: Crack fic... but not. Do you ever get the urge for something that maybe fits into a verse you're working on, but you just want to do a oneshot that doesn't have to abide by the rules of that verse? This isn't quite that, but it's close. Yeah, I don't know, my mind goes in weird directions sometimes. Hopefully this makes some sliver of sense. If not? Tell me. I promise it won't hurt my feelings.
"... The fuck did you do?"
"What, don't you like it?"
Blue eyes batted at him in a manner that could only be described as coy and Tomo knew that was precisely the problem. That he did like it. He liked it a lot. Too much, probably, given that all the ways he liked it weren't exactly healthy.
Well, okay. Maybe they were considered healthy for a feline but there were times when he did his best to pretend he was only a man. Now was apparently one of those times.
The box springs squeaked as Jared shifted and Tomo's attention snapped back to him. Or rather, what was pressed against the headboard behind him.
His boyfriend was sporting a pair of white wings.
Not real wings, mind you. At least not as far as he could tell. They didn't move like real wings, and as someone who shared his soul with a cat he knew how avian creatures moved. But they didn't look overly fake and costume-y either. There were the long flight feathers that ran along the outer edges, and then the much smaller, downy feathers that seemed almost caught in Jared's hair because of how he was leaning back. Tomo wondered which felt softer, and then wondered how they would look scattered around and over his body.
Fingers snapped and he blinked, head jerking back a little as if bracing to be hit. "Hey, you still with me? You got that far-away look again."
"Which far-away look?"
"The one like your kitty self is running through a jungle in your mind." And there was something in Jared's voice then that almost sounded like nerves.
It really, really shouldn't have turned him on.
He cocked his head and gave himself another moment to stare at the wings, then focused on Jared, trying to size the situation up. When they were in bed together, at home or on the bus, they talked about a lot of things. While fantasies and fetishes were one of them, he was pretty sure wings had never explicitly been brought up. Feathers? Maybe. It would be pointless to deny the fluffy things easily caught his attention or if he thought about stalking birds he sometimes saw in the Letos' backyard.
Jared moved again, this time shifting from a sitting position to his knees. Tomo stuck a hand out, all but knowing just what he was about to do, but Jared didn't seem to care, crawling down the bed towards him until his hand was pressed firm against his chest, stopping him. "Tell me what you're thinking,"
His eyes flicked from Jared's to the wings, nerves coiled in his gut along with something else. "You don't want to know what I'm thinking."
"Yes, I do. You're hungry, aren't you?"
He didn't respond, nor did his eyes return to meet Jared's.
"The cat's awake but you're afraid. You want to hunt, and you want to fuck, and you might even want them both at the same time." He leaned into Tomo's hand more, seeming to ignore the way it made his nails start to dig into his skin. Jared always did seem to get off on pain. "They're not real. It won't hurt me if you tear them apart."
Jared tried to move in more and the arm finally gave, bending to allow him to come closer. His knees stopped at the end of the mattress and he reached out, fingertips grazing Tomo's chest, catching in the short hair as they moved but careful not to pull. A purr rose in his throat that he was quick to swallow back. He was doing his damnedest not to encourage him, but it was getting harder to resist. The wings were almost close enough to touch.
He leaned his upper body even further, trusting that Tomo wouldn't let him fall, to put his lips nearly close enough to touch his cheek. Breath brushed the sensitive skin where whiskers would be and Tomo intently stared at the white feathers that were sinfully close. "That's what you want to do, I know it is. Why do you think I got them?"
"It's not safe."
"I trust you,"
"I'm wild and --"
"I'm yours."
If there was any phrase that was sure to catch the animal's attention, that was it.
Tomo's eyes immediately met the blues that were intently on him and they stared each other down. Well, he tried to stare Jared down. This had 'bad idea' written all over it and he usually did his best to nip these sorts of things in the bud before they got out of hand. The blind trust in his lover's eyes, however, wore away quickly at his willpower.
After what felt like minutes the simple brown that everyone else got to see gave way to amber-yellow, the internal switches starting to flip as the other half of him clawed its way to the surface.
There wasn't time for a quick intake of breath on Jared's part before Tomo had him flat on the bed, body and mouth covering him. Yes, he was hungry. So much so he was almost surprised his stomach wasn't growling, though he growled when teeth lightly bit his tongue. Breaking the kiss, he watched Jared suck in air and took the opportunity to press his hands to his shoulders. There was tension in the muscles beneath his fingers as he felt him fight not to struggle, pushing him to hold down harder.
The hunter wanted a reaction. Prey wasn't supposed to lay there and let itself be eaten.
He's not really prey though. the man tried to reason.
The cat just shrugged and went back to staring at the feathers, wondering if there were bones that would crunch.
One of Jared's legs hooked over his hip, trying to give him leverage to arch up, and the motion drew his attention. Snarling, Tomo leaned into the smaller body more, hips shifting just enough to pin the other set to the bed. His claws silently emerged and his cock twitched at the way Jared's breath caught when those on his left hand made the first slash through the wings. Amber eyes followed the path the claws took as they moved again, the second motion sending a few feathers into the air.
A rapid heartbeat was loud in his ears and he leaned down to nip delicately at the skin over the source of the sound as he put both hands to use. He could see the feathers move in his peripheral vision, cock twitching again. One claw caught on something and he tugged harder, drawing a slight pained noise from the body beneath him. It made his head tilt and he sat up, hands moving from wings to shoulders to flip Jared over.
He had to lean back sharply to keep from smacking himself in the face with a wing, earning a low growl and a swat at the offending wing. Shaking his head, he spread the wings with his hands and leaned down, sniffing as he inspected where they met his lover's skin. A quiet hiss came as he held the wings down and he saw they were attached with some sort of glue to the shoulder blades. He made a 'hmm' noise before leaning down and experimentally running his tongue over the taut skin next to one wing, only crinkling his nose a little when he briefly tasted the glue compound.
"Shit, Tome..."
Giving another lick, this time missing the glue, he pressed harder when he felt the firm bone, lips drawing back so he could better nip. As he began to worry the soft skin a moan came from beneath him, the hips shifting. He purred quietly and rocked his hips once against Jared's lower back, taking in a deep breath as lust filled his senses.
"It's going to hurt when these come off."
"I was hoping it would be worth it." came the somewhat muffled reply, followed by a bit of squirming.
He growled again, quietly, and shifted his lower body to pin Jared's down, feeling the 'struggle' end after a few moments. "Shouldn't hurt yourself just to please us. You don't like this kind of pain." Nuzzling at the patch of skin between the wings, his growl took on a hungrier tone as he felt feathers brush his face and muss his hair. His hands took a hold of the wings, grabbing tightly to rip feathers and snap the thin plastic rods that gave the wings form. The sounds sent a shudder through his body and he ground his hips down hard, eyes fluttering when he felt his cock nudge his lover's entrance.
A hand grabbed at one of his thighs, tugging as he heard panting beneath him. He could practically taste Jared's arousal and let out a throaty growl as he pressed his body closer, getting as close as he could without breaching the tight muscle.
"Prey's not supposed to be eager." His voice wasn't his anymore, but the feline's, and he lapped at the spot below Jared's ear, teeth grazing the earlobe. "Prey's supposed to fight to get away."
"You want me... to fight..." Jared's voice was breathy and his eyes flicked down to see his other hand gripping the covers tightly.
He shook his head and leaned further, lips brushing the corner of his mouth, just able to see blue eyes flutter shut. "No... want you to scream."
One clawed hand grabbed on to a hip and angled them just so as he thrust his forward, and he felt a moment of hesitance before his strength forced the muscle to give way. His fingers clenched, claws pressing into skin as he pulled him back harder, sinking deep as the feline strove to reestablish its claim.
Jared did scream, throwing his head back and clutching at the bed with both hands, but Tomo almost did himself when he felt the muscles consciously tighten and those narrow hips try to push back more against his. He gave a sharp nip to one shoulder, feeling feathers brush across his skin, and his nostrils flared. This prey was feisty.
As his hips started to move he again grabbed onto the wings, claws tearing and hands pulling. He felt bucking and squirming and thrust harder, tearing at the wings. When hands again tried to grab on to him he pushed them away, claws scratching as he did so. His teeth sank into the soft skin at the junction of neck and shoulder, nearly drawing blood, and he felt Jared's body shudder against his. "Yes... harder..."
A growl rumbled in his chest and he drove his hips forward faster. The wings were left alone in favor of wrapping his arms around the smaller body. Sweat made his hands slide easily and he grabbed a hold of his shoulders, seeing his claws curve over, the black shining against pale skin.
"Mine. All... mine."
The words were ground out as he pulled Jared's body close to his, leaning over him so chest and back were pressed snugly together. Hair brushed his face as Jared nodded, hands now trying only to brace himself, legs shaking. He was so close, they were both so close.
His tongue slid out to taste the sweat that made the side of his neck glisten, teeth following briefly after, and that was all it took to push Jared over the edge. He gave a broken cry, body shuddering hard and bucking back against Tomo's one last time. Muscles squeezed his cock, all but pulling him in, and he roared, muffling himself at the last second by pressing his mouth to Jared's shoulder.
Their bodies moved a few moments more before sinking against the bed together, both of them panting. When Tomo raised his head he saw teeth marks and couldn't help a pleased purr, nuzzling the now-marked skin. The motion drew a breathless sigh of content from Jared, who he shifted his gaze to as he uncurled his hands to rest them against the bed. "If it wouldn't hurt you... we'd rip these wings off you..."
Jared could barely chuckle and he saw the hint of a smile on his parted lips. "You nearly went kitty-cat on me, hmm."
He started to contest the remark but quieted as the back of one hand was stroked, shivering. Dark fur dusted the back of his hand, making it more sensitive, and his fingers idly flexed at the stroking. "Whoops,"
Sated blue eyes met his ambers when Jared turned his head. "Hey, I glued wings to my back just so you could shred them. That's practically inviting you to turn furry."
"Quite true," Tomo pressed a quick kiss to his lips and then slowly sat up, shaking his head to get his damp hair off his face and out of his eyes. The wings were indeed quite wrecked, feathers littering the bed around them. He started to stroke one when the bedroom door opened, head snapping to the side to see who it was.
"I was trying to sleep, thank you very..."
A sleepy-looking Shannon started to walk in the room, one hand rubbing over his face, but he stopped and his voice died when he noticed the scene on the bed. Tomo watched his eyes go from him, to his brother, to what was left of the wings and his clawed hand resting atop one.
"What the fuck -- no, never mind. I don't want to fucking know."
Tomo just purred. "Your brother's still in one piece, we promise."
Shannon stared at him a few moments, long enough that he reached up with his other hand to feel the top of his head, making sure he didn't have cat ears peeking up through his hair. It wouldn't have been the first time that happened. Finally Shannon shook himself and just covered his eyes, turning around. "Whatever. I'm going down to sleep on the couch. Just try and keep your kinky games quiet. I don't like hearing Simba fucking my brother."
"He's not a --" Jared was interrupted by the door closing. "-- lion. Mm, though a mane would be pretty soft, I bet."
The thought made Tomo roll his eyes, hands going to Jared's hips to hold him still while he pulled out. He stretched out next to him, wriggling a little as he felt the feathers against his skin, and then reached out to use his claws to comb Jared's hair back from his face. "But then I couldn't hide in the dark and scare your brother and Tim."
They grinned at each other and fell into a relaxing silence, at least for a few minutes.
“So, how are we going to get these wings off?"