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NOTE: felix generally responds to everything in text, even voice or video calls. expect 90% of his replies to be text-based regardless of urgency.

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[ Oh, fuck. The world tilts again but Felix handles it so smoothly there's no failing, no moment of confusion. It just is, gravity realigning. Like the moment after a drop. It used to threw him in the early days but not anymore, not for a long time. Ephemera rolls with it, leans in so he can kiss Felix. Drag his teeth while he does it. He shifts to loop am arm around Felix's waist, rubbing circles over his hip. Idle touches except for when they aren't.

It feels good. Ephemera rocks against him, biting off another groan. Fuck, it feels good. Earlier, he didn't think he could come like this. Now -

Hah.

He runs his free hand through Felix's hair, shifting down to rest on the back of his neck. Shielding the implant, again.

It feels important. ]

( here is where felix would normally control the momentum of the scene, but he's already losing his mind, and the most he can manage is riding the adrenaline spike to the messy end. he angles his body against ephemera's front, crowding close, and ruts into him, following a wild, instinctive rhythm. unrestrained chaos to ephemera's unexpected calm.

his hand twists where they're joined at the hips, dragging his thumb along a vein on ephemera's cock and circling his slit, shiny-wet with oil. his fingers are long and thin, deft as the rest of him, and while he can't jerk them both off as easily as someone like sam might, he keeps them fixed together as he rocks into him. the slippery, frictious slide of their bodies so close is enough to get them off. he wants to feel him. he wants more than this.

ephemera's hand on the back of his neck only partially succeeds in keeping his mind from wandering to a dangerously rocky precipice. i'd let you. fuck. what is he doing.

his hand drags free of ephemera's hair, loosely circling his throat and angling his thumb under his jaw, pushing his head back for felix's descending mouth. he licks a smear of blood from his chin, all the way to his bottom lip, breath fanning hot and ragged against him. )

Fuck. You're so fucking pretty like this. ( hot and tight, close to a breathy whine. can't shut the fuck up. can't take that back, either. he would've killed this man a hundred times over, and now he's curled into his lap, letting him touch his fucking implant like it's nothing, like he lets anyone do it. felix rubs his thumb over ephemera's lip, hooking over his teeth to coax his mouth open and licking deep, chasing the metallic tang of blood. )

[ Pretty. It’s the second time someone’s called him that in this city. It always hits him strange, but this time he just accepts it. Breathes with it, his hand on the back of Felix’s neck. This is happening. The calm feeling settles through the whole of him. Somehow, it doesn’t hit against the edges. He thinks it will later. Most things do.

Ephemera tips his head back, going where Felix guides him. Lets himself be directed, shivering a little as Felix works his hand. Works them both. There’s enough pressure and slick to make it interesting and he just -

Goes with it. This is happening, inevitable as gravity during a drop. Ephemera parts his mouth and watches Felix, rocking against him.

He could come like this. He will. ]

Fuck.

[ It comes out soft. His gaze never leaves Felix. ]

( felix maps his mouth with his tongue, then draws back and hooks his thumb further over his teeth. memorizes the warmth there, too, wet and inviting, and shivers before he draws his thumb away, trails a damp line down ephemera's throat and rubs into his pulse. still steady. so fucking steady compared to the war-drum beat of felix's heart.

his grip between them eases as felix ducks his head, spits into his palm to work the slide into an even slicker one. he bypasses his cock entirely and wraps firm around ephemera instead, twisting his wrist in a sharp, building rhythm, an unrelenting fist for ephemera to fuck and buck into. this is fucking crazy. he wants him to come. he wants to lick his fingers clean like he's a fucking decadence. whore. whore. whore. you're out of your fucking mind, gates. )

Come on. ( his voice is soft, coaxing, murmured into ephemera's mouth. he watches him through his lashes, forehead knocking ephemera's lightly. his hand stays in a loose circle low on his throat, thumb slanted into his pulse. ) Ephemera. ( his tongue drags the curve of his teeth, his top lip, touching the deep scars near the corner of his mouth. ) Please.

[ Of all the things they’ve thrown at each other, all the words bared out like knives or teeth, flashed the way that animals do, that’s the one that hits him. Please, Felix says, and there’s no weapon in that. It’s said and it cannot be unsaid. People like then don’t beg. And yet -

It’s sincere. Ephemera’s a terrible liar but Felix isn’t. It could be a trick, could so easily be a game, but it isn’t. They’re too close now, Felix’s hand around his throat, his thumb pressed against Ephemera’s pulse. This is real. They bloodied each other and now, in the aftermath, things have gone —

Quiet.

Ephemera makes a small sound. His hand never leaves the back of Felix’s neck. Always, always shielding the implant. His other skips over scars, bruises, tracing out Felix’s outline with callused fingertips. Please, Felix said, and he feels good like this. His weight over Ephemera, his goddamn hands. The way that he licks into Ephemera’s mouth and over his goddamn scars. It feels good and so little does these days.

But right now, there’s no pain at all. There’s just the two of them and this pressure. The way that Felix works him.

Ephemera leans in and kisses Felix hard. And he does what he’s told. One moment he’s fucking into Felix’s hand and the next it’s like a wave breaking. Crashing into the surf. He tenses, and then goes still.

Goddamn. ]

( it feels like both the end and beginning of something terrible. like an omen looming overhead, unspeakable misfortune waiting to strike. felix tightens his fist around his cock and mercilessly works him through his twitching orgasm, slicking him down in cum and oil. he exhales into their kiss, and maybe this is the secret, making it quiet. maybe it's a trade-off. maybe he has to take the noise himself for it to be bearable for ephemera.

i told you, he could say. he doesn't. he rolls his forehead against ephemera's then tilts back in his lap, drawing his hand away from his softening cock. cum streaks his wrist, parallel to the scar that extends from his palm, and felix flattens his tongue against it, licks it clean all the way to the tip of his index finger. watches ephemera through all of it, sharp-eyed as a cat.

he's still hard. painfully. but felix isn't so far gone not to realize that this is where shit usually turns south.

i guess i win, he thinks numbly, and thoughtlessly leans in to kiss ephemera again, pushing the taste of cum and blood and oil into his mouth. )

[ The world tilts for a moment. Ephemera’s breath hitches, a faint change. A shift in the air. His gaze never leaves Felix. And when Felix leans in to kiss him again, Ephemera presses into it. Doesn’t shy away from the taste.

This is happening. Inevitable as gravity. Eventually, the ground’s going to rise up and wreck his shit. Survive or fall, it’s already in motion.

Ephemera presses his forehead to Felix’s forehead yet again. A grounding gesture. Maybe more for him than Felix now. But there’s no hesitation when he presses his hand between them and down, sliding over Felix’s stomach and the scars he finds there. And then lower, Ephemera breathing out slow as he puts his hand on Felix’s cock again. Starts to work him. ]

( he shouldn't stay. every coherent thought in his head tells him to leave before ephemera's calm turns sour and mixes poorly with the explosive force of felix's unraveling mind. this could still end bloody, except ephemera puts his hand on his cock and felix doesn't know what else to do but give in to instinct.

for as loud as he is everywhere else, his noises here are soft, breathy and subdued. his hand curves gently over ephemera's nape, pressing their foreheads together as he arches into the tight clench of his fist, chasing the friction. his free hand flexes over ephemera's hand between them, clenching lightly to coax his fingers into a tighter, harsher grip. something that'll kick him over the edge quick and drag him down just as roughly, the sweet spot between pleasure and pain.

it doesn't take long. felix drops his forehead to ephemera's shoulder and feverishly fucks into his fist until the heat coursing through him cracks him down the center, shreds through him like a riptide. fuck, a sharp, warbling hiss through his teeth, jerking in his lap as he spills in a messy band across their joined fingers. )

[ He knows things about Felix now, Ephemera thinks silently. They should have been strangers to each other. Nothing but factors to consider in the field. An asset to utilize, an enemy to eliminate. It should have been simple. It never was. Not even that first time in the elevator when Ephemera sized Felix up in the dark, dosed and nearly vibrating out of his skin, and calculated his odds of survival if he made a real go for the other’s rig.

A brutal equation. An easy one. He’s made it before. It should have been simple. And then, suddenly, it wasn’t. Ephemera breathes out slow and keeps his hand on the back of Felix’s neck. Jerking him off rough, and fast. Listening as Felix’s breathing changes, feeling how he reacts. Like there’s only the two of them and not —

It’s like being on a drop. You close the world off. You only see what you need to.

Ephemera rubs circles, his thumb pressed against Felix’s pulse, and closes his eyes. Breathe. Just fucking breathe —

Someone wolf-whistles. Ephemera goes rigid. ]

( there it is.

coming is a lot like drifting out of a fog into a world that's too bright and cloudless, perfect clarity rushing in to knock unsuspecting travelers from their feet. felix realizes two things in the immediate aftermath: ephemera's gone dangerously tense, and he has his hand on his throat. it wasn't a threat two seconds earlier. it's a threat now.

shut it down. pull it in. come back to your fucking head. felix exhales slow, his breath tickling ephemera's collar. then he lifts his head and looks at him, at his red-bitten lips, swollen from felix's mouth and teeth. the bruise just over his pulse where felix bit down hard. blood on him, only partially his own. the obscene smell of blood and oil and dirt and sex.

yeah, fuck.

his hand shifts from his nape into his hair, knees grinding into his hips. the world topples as he pulls his weight sideways and flips them, rolling ephemera completely off him in the process and untangling their bodies in one silky motion. he follows the force of his turn into a crouch, similar to their lingering moment in the hallway, when everything came back too quickly, too raw.

someone grabs felix's elbow, drags him to his feet and back. one of the strange masked people who'd undressed him, slicked him down in oil. he looks at ephemera, sharp, wooden and cold, and he goes. )

[ The world tilts. And suddenly, everything is very loud. It comes back in an angry rush. The sound of the crowd, of bodies pressing close, the roar in his ears as his heart begins pounding. Ephemera scrambles back, bouncing to his feet. In stance already.

Instinct. Reflex. Far too late. There's come on his hand. Blood stained across his face, his throat.

Ephemera twitches. Someone reaches for him and he reacts instinctively. Grabs for the outstretched hand and twists. Felix is back, out of rage. And then a moment later, he's gone.

Ephemera bolts for his clothes. He doesn't say a goddamn word to anyone. ]

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