Of Scales and wings and Things that Go Bump (in the night)
Title: Of scales and wings and things that go Bump (in the night)
Chapter 16 / (?)
Fandom: Losers
Genre: AU
Rating: NC - 17
Word Count: roughly 3100
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie or Comics The Losers or
characters within. I do not make money from writing or posting this
fic.
Warnings: Hmm.. please note the rating and the cut. The long- awaited smut is here. Did anyone worry I'd fail to put it in? lol. So, warnings include pheromone induced SLASH, (m/m sex), toppy dominant fights, possible need for tissues. Eh, that's probably an exxageration. lol. and a lot of potential for more. *coughs*
Excessive spacing. having issues tonight...
Chapter 16
The silence that hung between them was nearly too much by the time Cougar pulled into the parking lot of a Holiday Inn. It was nothing compared to the hotel they'd just left, but it was neutral. Safe. But Cougar worried, face unchanging and eyes glued to the road, because Jensen's silence was unnerving. Jake Jensen, silent, off mission, was something to be wary of. Unnerved but cautious of the current mood, Cougar set them up with two rooms, single queens with an adjoining door between them. It would allow them both privacy while ensuring if anything 'odd' happened, it could be handled quickly with minimal barriers.
Jensen merely nodded in acceptance and carted his bag off as soon as he had his room key. Cougar permitted his teammate a minute's head start, casually chatting up the desk clerk and asking about local amenities, before heading up. He found Jensen's side of the adjoining door unlocked but closed, and when Cougar stuck his head in to ask about calling in take-out, he'd promptly backed out. Jensen's eyes were radiating night-glow as he stared at his laptop, his fingers flying and low growls emanating from his otherwise still form. An hour later Cougar dared again, sliding a plate of hot pizza onto the desk. “Eat.”
The hacker obliged, wolfing through two slices of pizza in a few bites, free hand never stopping their furious pace across the keys. Cougar studied the screen for a moment, eyes narrowing as he caught something in the jumble of letters and numbers nearly flickering as they slid up the page. “Are you hacking a satellite?”
“Maybe.” Jensen paused a moment to wipe his fingers on his pant leg, then both hands resumed the furious pace. Cougar gave him another moment before asking why. “Tomorrow, you and I are going hunting. I'm just coaxing the image screen to blur out at a certain degree of zoom whenever it scans over a certain area. It's rather simple to do, you just-” For about a minute he rambled a rather accurate, technological diatribe about how to achieve what he was planning. It was pleasantly more normal than the entire evening had been so far, but Cougar was torn between following what his teammate was saying and entertaining mental dreams about the two of them hunting. He could see it- Jensen chasing after game or diving after something; Tormenta's maw covered in a fresh kill, with feral joy shining in his eyes; other enjoyable means of burning post- hunt energy and all the food.
“You're smelling like musk again.” The words cut through his mini daydream, and Cougar looked down into glimmering, serious eyes. There was an edge of his dragon in Jensen's eyes, a cold window of inhumanity that made Cougar's blood burn hot. It was the edge he'd flirted with and tried to provoke for nearly a year, now, ever since he'd seen it first shining from Jensen's human eyes. More so since he'd been pinned and driven to orgasm in the middle of a sandstorm by a scaled, fierce human body driven by a dragon's mind. The memory of that flashed in his mind and he couldn't suppress the flood of pheromones that accompanied the spike of arousal. He watched Jensen inhale, nostrils fluttering slightly as his eyes drifted to half mast. “I am addicted to that scent,” he growled out softly.
Cougar offered him a smirk. This was more familiar, the teasing that ran between them had grown to be far more comfortable than the tense brooding that had existed just a little bit previously. He licked his lips suggestively, and watched as Jensen's eyes dilated in response. Good. Better, even, when the laptop was flipped closed, and Jensen rose from his chair and stalked forward. Nothing menacing, only the sheer threat of one predator interested in another; the promise of pleasure and power and pure domination.
Cougar grinned, a face full of sharp teeth and gold tinged eyes, never retreating as Jensen loomed into his personal space. He didn't need domination, even though he did crave for his partner \mate.rival.mine\ to prove themselves. Something Jensen had done very well lately. He'd faced down the attitude of his own clan and their teammates in defense of their 'companionship', fought admirably, listened to his instincts without having to scramble after them every time they clashed with his beliefs. It was high time Cougar acknowledged that. “Que me quieres? Quieres follar conmigo?” The darkening of Jensen's eyes into the deep slate of his dragon answered him, as much as a new scent. Musk and heat, Jensen's arousal, spreading swiftly through the room and mingling with the slightly more floral but just as deep musk. A rolling growl poured from between Jensen's clenched jaws as he crowds Cougar against the wall. Cougar allowed it, allowed a hand to dig into his long hair and position his head. The growl stopped as Jensen's lips hover just above his mouth. “Yes, I want you. But will you let me?” Hot breath whispered over Cougar's lips, and he could feel the grin forming on Jensen's teasing lips. “Will you let me fuck you, Cougar? Strip you, pin you to the floor and make you squirm.” The hand not tangled in Cougar's hair stroked along the side of Cougar's neck, tracing the pulsing vein.
Cougar let the smirk take over his face, his breath calm and heartbeat smooth, even as his groin throbbed and pheromones skyrocketed. “I want you to try.”
Jensen took the challenge as it was, both hands squeezing their target and his mouth latching onto Cougar's. Cougar's mouth opened for him willingly enough, meeting his plunge with sharp teeth and a battling tongue. He allowed it for a moment, before returning the favor, a hand grabbing the back of Jensen's neck and yanking him backwards. A well- placed foot hooked behind an ankle brought Jensen down to the ground, the momentum and surprise sending him on his ass. A new, vicious snarl filled the blond's face, fingers brushing free the bits of hair still wrapped around them.
“Lose control, and you fail.” Cold blue eyes narrowed, gauging the depth of the promise in Cougar's voice. The frustration slid from Jensen's face, followed a moment later by the rough scales edging his jaw. His eyes still shone darkly, burned lustfully. When it was obvious his head was back from the edge, Cougar flashed his still sharp teeth. “Try again.” He side-stepped Jensen's charge as he surged to his feet, letting him nearly stumble into the wall. Cougar was on Jensen's back before he could adjust and turn, shoving him closer to the wall and pressing his hard body against the larger one. The grumble that vibrated the wall smoothed into a purr as Cougar rocked his body, teeth scraping dangerously over mouthfuls of skin, slowly marking up Jensen's back with fine red lines. Jensen melted against the wall, sliding down a little, feeling Cougar follow him. He grinned, twisting within Cougar's grasp to wrap an arm around the back of Cougar's head, swiftly executing a series of maneuvers that had Cougar on his back on the floor, ankles gripping Jensen's torso, hands fending off the claws scrapping at his shirt. Jensen's face gleamed above him, adrenalin of the mock fight and lust filling him. He managed to get a grip of Cougar's shirt as Cougar shifted his body, shoving Jensen's shoulders away and twisting his hips.The resulting arm bar hold left his chest bereft and Jensen held tight between his thighs, one arm cradled near Cougar's chest. He relinquished the hold, not wishing to truly hurt Jensen, but not releasing him before he had Jensen's shirt between his own claws. When they stood up a moment later, both of them were shirtless, panting, and flushed. A soft spot on Jensen's hip promised to bruise later, and Cougar's chest bore clawed scratches that leaked feebly, much like those on Jensen's back. He glanced down at those scratches and trailed his finger through the pooling fluid, a forked, rough tongue lapping his fingers clean.
The way Jensen's eyes dilated and the low growl filling the room just boosted Cougar's confidence. He hadn't lost this battle yet. He just had to go about it differently. He ran two fingers across the scratches, smearing the droplets across his skin. He brought those fingers up to his mouth, letting the tips of his tongue wrap around his fingers before sucking the digits in.
Jensen rushed him and had him pinned to the bed before Cougar pulled his cleaned fingers from his mouth. He didn't fight the pinning body, relaxing under the larger mass of lust driven hormones. Jensen's tongue was rough, but still human when it chased the flavor of Cougar's blood past sharp teeth. Cougar fought the plundering, one slick muscle shoving against another, and resisted the urge to press his teeth down, just enough to bleed Jensen. Taste the rich iron fresh on his tongue. He craved it, but felt bleeding Jensen this early would be pushing their limits. They had to stay in human form.
Jensen pulled away, panting heavily as he reached under Cougar's shoulders and literally dragged him further onto the bed, until Cougar's hips were fully on the mattress and he was in no danger of sliding off. Cougar watched, wary, as Jensen straddled his hips, knees barring any attempt to squirm away, and sunk his fingers into the mattress on either side of Cougar's head. The tearing sound of nails ripping through the mattress was as blood- pounding as seeing dark slate eyes staring at his chest. Then those eyes disappeared, head ducking as a hot tongue scraped painfully, beautifully against the scratches. Cougar moaned. This was the edge he'd been needing, the dance between dragons risen to a fever pitch. He moaned again as teeth followed the raw licks, and his hips bucked up against Jensen's. Three or four licks, with answering thrusts, then Jensen dropped his weight against Cougar's body. Cougar tasted his own blood on his tongue, the steady weight rubbing their cocks together. They ground against each other for a long blissful minute, tongues battling as Cougar raked his hands down Jensen's back. The sound that caught between their lips was equal parts moan and snarl, pure pleasure as Jensen shuddered against him. A bit of wet streaked along Cougar's cock, precome dripping along his length. It wouldn't be enough, Cougar knew, but Yaotl whispered now or never. He gripped Jensen's hips painfully as he manhandled him swiftly, canting the blonde's hips down at an angle as he shoved himself up, prodding against a narrow line of skin before sinking within Jensen.
It really hadn't been enough. Jensen was horribly tight and dry inside, and the sound of pain that left his throat echoed in Cougar's ears. Cougar clenched his jaws. It wasn't really much better for him, either, and a quiet voice in the back of his mind wondered if he'd pushed too far. He hadn't seen that look of betrayal- sourced anger in Jensen's eyes since they'd tranquilized and dominated him so many months ago. He silently promised himself he'd make it up, somehow, before allowing one hand to crawl up Jensen's spine to cup the back of his head. Jensen jerked his head away, baring a mouthful of fangs in blatant defiance.
“Easy. Lo siento. I shouldn't have, Jake.” He stroked his free hand along the inner shoulder blade, tracing where Jensen's wings would emerge. It made Jensen shudder above him, but those eyes still held that look of betrayal, edged with pain. “We will not always fight for this. Let me fix this, por favor."
Jensen closed his mouth, concealing the punishing teeth and narrowing his eyes to slits as he glared down at Cougar. One hand carefully pulled away from the ruined mattress, revealing the talons tipping his fingers. No words were needed when he dragged those nails gently down Cougar's cheek, not even raising red lines as he approached the curve of Cougar's jaw and over until those sharp points traced over a pulsing vein. Sliding further down he brought faint lines standing out on Cougar's skin, edging along his collar bone. “Mine?”
Cougar's affirmative was little more than a hiss, but it filled the air between them. Jensen tipped his head, a little less of Tormenta in that face. “Then fix this, before I lose the urge to fuck you and choose to tear your throat out.”
Cougar really didn't have to be told twice.
***
When sanity returned, smothered with sweat and sex and pieces from a mattress far beyond salvaging, it was early morning. Not-even-dawn early, and in the darkness of his hotel room Jensen fell gracelessly into the hole formed in his rented bed. Minutes later and a ton of awkward maneuvering that made him want to deny parts of tonight that did happen that his body truly wished hadn't, thank you random hormones, both Cougar and Jensen were curling into Cougar's bed. He would also swear that he didn't fall asleep purring over the odor of their mingled scents, instead choosing to remember bits of dreams about playing aerial tag.
Of course, there are hazards to sleeping with an unfamiliar bed partner. Tangled sheets, stolen blankets, bludgering elbows, and with any warm- blooded male, devious morning wood. All these things and more laid traps for sleeping bodies, but it was the last one that Jensen woke up to. Unsurprising, really, but what he wasn’t used to was the warm body to rub against in his bleary half-awake state. A hand sneaked over to hold welcoming hips still as he ground his own hips forward, a soft growling exhale warming the shoulder pressed against him. It only lasted a few thrusts, when his body firmly reminder him that he’d already participated in such activities recently, and still sore from said activities. He stilled, slumping back into the bed when his lower back throbbed threateningly.
Cougar rolled over and studied him. There was something softer, maybe, in those brown eyes, and just a hint possessive. Part of Jensen’s mind declared Cougar needed to look a bit more like the way he was feeling, horny, tired, and sore in unmentionable places. It also decreed that Cougar would look better wearing marks of his claim, and that one Jensen couldn’t deny. Cougar would look good with bite marks claiming him, with just one that leaked a little blood, marks of his claim. But his chest was still dirty, the scratches healed, the blood smudges still staining his skin. It made that something curl in his chest and purr, content.
“What did you just think, Jake?” Cougar’s voice edged into his conscious dream of licking the blood of all that tanned skin. Jensen let his eyes drift up, past a bared neck and up to Cougar’s eyes. They were blown wide, dilated and rich brown just circling the black pupils. No sign of Yaotl peeking in there, just good ol’ Cougar.
“I was thinking of what you’d look like with my mark in your skin. A perfect imprint of my fangs with a touch of blood, dripping down your body.” Jensen pushed himself up, so he was leaning over Cougar without touching him. Not yet. He watched as Cougar’s chest heaved a little, nostrils fluttering as he exhaled, and the tiniest non- sound carried on that breath. “I was thinking that you needed to be in my place, sore and twitchy, and then I thought you’d look better bearing my bite. Put a mark here, and here.” A finger touched Cougar’s chest, above his heart, and then trailed down his abs to press firmly in that soft spot just inside his hip. The close proximity to his groin made Cougar groan, the sound rolling a bit as he resisted arching up into that touch. The functional part of his brain wondered at how okay Jensen was being after the near fuck- up of the night before, but it was swiftly surrendering. Something about Jensen’s possessive tone mingled with Cougar’s satisfied claim, imprinted in his mind after taking Jensen’s body the night before. He was already getting hard from the pheromones Jensen was emitting. All Jensen would have to do to bring him off was touch him, stroke him a little and he’d be over the edge faster than he should ever be proud of.
“You want to mark me?” His voice sounded a little breathy and awed to even his ears, but it was how he felt. Mating marks, bites left behind from sex and other claims, didn’t fade easily, even with their excelled healing. He held Jensen’s fierce, light blue gaze with his own, tasting for the truth in the air. “Mine. And I will make that clear to anyone who sees you undressed.” No lies in the air, only need and lust and demand, and Cougar’s lower head gave a happy twitch. Jensen leaned in close, whispering against his ear.
“Later, when we’re back and I am not sore, I will pin you down. Fuck you open. Put my bite into your skin. And when we’re out of the army for good, I will put my mark into whatever part of you I have to to make sure no one ever puts their hands on you without my express permission.” That hand slid the few inches, grasping Cougar’s neglected erection and stroking firmly. Only a few moments passed before Cougar came, painting his own belly with his cum as Jensen watched him with darkened eyes. He lay there shaking for a moment as his body came down, then watched as Jensen slid clumsily from the mattress. Jensen winced as he stood, but looked back at the lounging Cougar with heat in his eyes. “We’re not done. But I need a hot shower, and if you want to hunt we do have a time limit on that thing I did with the satellite.”
The lazy smile that stretched Cougar’s lips matched the sudden fire in his eyes. “You still want to hunt with me.”
“Oh yeah. But no humans, Cougar. Just normal hunting.” There was a grin that belied the concept of ‘normal’ hunting, but it was good. Like the fuzzy warmth that flooded Cougar’s chest and the knowing look in Jensen’s face; this was starting to feel right.
Chapter 16 / (?)
Fandom: Losers
Genre: AU
Rating: NC - 17
Word Count: roughly 3100
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie or Comics The Losers or
characters within. I do not make money from writing or posting this
fic.
Warnings: Hmm.. please note the rating and the cut. The long- awaited smut is here. Did anyone worry I'd fail to put it in? lol. So, warnings include pheromone induced SLASH, (m/m sex), toppy dominant fights, possible need for tissues. Eh, that's probably an exxageration. lol. and a lot of potential for more. *coughs*
Excessive spacing. having issues tonight...
Chapter 16
The silence that hung between them was nearly too much by the time Cougar pulled into the parking lot of a Holiday Inn. It was nothing compared to the hotel they'd just left, but it was neutral. Safe. But Cougar worried, face unchanging and eyes glued to the road, because Jensen's silence was unnerving. Jake Jensen, silent, off mission, was something to be wary of. Unnerved but cautious of the current mood, Cougar set them up with two rooms, single queens with an adjoining door between them. It would allow them both privacy while ensuring if anything 'odd' happened, it could be handled quickly with minimal barriers.
Jensen merely nodded in acceptance and carted his bag off as soon as he had his room key. Cougar permitted his teammate a minute's head start, casually chatting up the desk clerk and asking about local amenities, before heading up. He found Jensen's side of the adjoining door unlocked but closed, and when Cougar stuck his head in to ask about calling in take-out, he'd promptly backed out. Jensen's eyes were radiating night-glow as he stared at his laptop, his fingers flying and low growls emanating from his otherwise still form. An hour later Cougar dared again, sliding a plate of hot pizza onto the desk. “Eat.”
The hacker obliged, wolfing through two slices of pizza in a few bites, free hand never stopping their furious pace across the keys. Cougar studied the screen for a moment, eyes narrowing as he caught something in the jumble of letters and numbers nearly flickering as they slid up the page. “Are you hacking a satellite?”
“Maybe.” Jensen paused a moment to wipe his fingers on his pant leg, then both hands resumed the furious pace. Cougar gave him another moment before asking why. “Tomorrow, you and I are going hunting. I'm just coaxing the image screen to blur out at a certain degree of zoom whenever it scans over a certain area. It's rather simple to do, you just-” For about a minute he rambled a rather accurate, technological diatribe about how to achieve what he was planning. It was pleasantly more normal than the entire evening had been so far, but Cougar was torn between following what his teammate was saying and entertaining mental dreams about the two of them hunting. He could see it- Jensen chasing after game or diving after something; Tormenta's maw covered in a fresh kill, with feral joy shining in his eyes; other enjoyable means of burning post- hunt energy and all the food.
“You're smelling like musk again.” The words cut through his mini daydream, and Cougar looked down into glimmering, serious eyes. There was an edge of his dragon in Jensen's eyes, a cold window of inhumanity that made Cougar's blood burn hot. It was the edge he'd flirted with and tried to provoke for nearly a year, now, ever since he'd seen it first shining from Jensen's human eyes. More so since he'd been pinned and driven to orgasm in the middle of a sandstorm by a scaled, fierce human body driven by a dragon's mind. The memory of that flashed in his mind and he couldn't suppress the flood of pheromones that accompanied the spike of arousal. He watched Jensen inhale, nostrils fluttering slightly as his eyes drifted to half mast. “I am addicted to that scent,” he growled out softly.
Cougar offered him a smirk. This was more familiar, the teasing that ran between them had grown to be far more comfortable than the tense brooding that had existed just a little bit previously. He licked his lips suggestively, and watched as Jensen's eyes dilated in response. Good. Better, even, when the laptop was flipped closed, and Jensen rose from his chair and stalked forward. Nothing menacing, only the sheer threat of one predator interested in another; the promise of pleasure and power and pure domination.
Cougar grinned, a face full of sharp teeth and gold tinged eyes, never retreating as Jensen loomed into his personal space. He didn't need domination, even though he did crave for his partner \mate.rival.mine\ to prove themselves. Something Jensen had done very well lately. He'd faced down the attitude of his own clan and their teammates in defense of their 'companionship', fought admirably, listened to his instincts without having to scramble after them every time they clashed with his beliefs. It was high time Cougar acknowledged that. “Que me quieres? Quieres follar conmigo?” The darkening of Jensen's eyes into the deep slate of his dragon answered him, as much as a new scent. Musk and heat, Jensen's arousal, spreading swiftly through the room and mingling with the slightly more floral but just as deep musk. A rolling growl poured from between Jensen's clenched jaws as he crowds Cougar against the wall. Cougar allowed it, allowed a hand to dig into his long hair and position his head. The growl stopped as Jensen's lips hover just above his mouth. “Yes, I want you. But will you let me?” Hot breath whispered over Cougar's lips, and he could feel the grin forming on Jensen's teasing lips. “Will you let me fuck you, Cougar? Strip you, pin you to the floor and make you squirm.” The hand not tangled in Cougar's hair stroked along the side of Cougar's neck, tracing the pulsing vein.
Cougar let the smirk take over his face, his breath calm and heartbeat smooth, even as his groin throbbed and pheromones skyrocketed. “I want you to try.”
Jensen took the challenge as it was, both hands squeezing their target and his mouth latching onto Cougar's. Cougar's mouth opened for him willingly enough, meeting his plunge with sharp teeth and a battling tongue. He allowed it for a moment, before returning the favor, a hand grabbing the back of Jensen's neck and yanking him backwards. A well- placed foot hooked behind an ankle brought Jensen down to the ground, the momentum and surprise sending him on his ass. A new, vicious snarl filled the blond's face, fingers brushing free the bits of hair still wrapped around them.
“Lose control, and you fail.” Cold blue eyes narrowed, gauging the depth of the promise in Cougar's voice. The frustration slid from Jensen's face, followed a moment later by the rough scales edging his jaw. His eyes still shone darkly, burned lustfully. When it was obvious his head was back from the edge, Cougar flashed his still sharp teeth. “Try again.” He side-stepped Jensen's charge as he surged to his feet, letting him nearly stumble into the wall. Cougar was on Jensen's back before he could adjust and turn, shoving him closer to the wall and pressing his hard body against the larger one. The grumble that vibrated the wall smoothed into a purr as Cougar rocked his body, teeth scraping dangerously over mouthfuls of skin, slowly marking up Jensen's back with fine red lines. Jensen melted against the wall, sliding down a little, feeling Cougar follow him. He grinned, twisting within Cougar's grasp to wrap an arm around the back of Cougar's head, swiftly executing a series of maneuvers that had Cougar on his back on the floor, ankles gripping Jensen's torso, hands fending off the claws scrapping at his shirt. Jensen's face gleamed above him, adrenalin of the mock fight and lust filling him. He managed to get a grip of Cougar's shirt as Cougar shifted his body, shoving Jensen's shoulders away and twisting his hips.The resulting arm bar hold left his chest bereft and Jensen held tight between his thighs, one arm cradled near Cougar's chest. He relinquished the hold, not wishing to truly hurt Jensen, but not releasing him before he had Jensen's shirt between his own claws. When they stood up a moment later, both of them were shirtless, panting, and flushed. A soft spot on Jensen's hip promised to bruise later, and Cougar's chest bore clawed scratches that leaked feebly, much like those on Jensen's back. He glanced down at those scratches and trailed his finger through the pooling fluid, a forked, rough tongue lapping his fingers clean.
The way Jensen's eyes dilated and the low growl filling the room just boosted Cougar's confidence. He hadn't lost this battle yet. He just had to go about it differently. He ran two fingers across the scratches, smearing the droplets across his skin. He brought those fingers up to his mouth, letting the tips of his tongue wrap around his fingers before sucking the digits in.
Jensen rushed him and had him pinned to the bed before Cougar pulled his cleaned fingers from his mouth. He didn't fight the pinning body, relaxing under the larger mass of lust driven hormones. Jensen's tongue was rough, but still human when it chased the flavor of Cougar's blood past sharp teeth. Cougar fought the plundering, one slick muscle shoving against another, and resisted the urge to press his teeth down, just enough to bleed Jensen. Taste the rich iron fresh on his tongue. He craved it, but felt bleeding Jensen this early would be pushing their limits. They had to stay in human form.
Jensen pulled away, panting heavily as he reached under Cougar's shoulders and literally dragged him further onto the bed, until Cougar's hips were fully on the mattress and he was in no danger of sliding off. Cougar watched, wary, as Jensen straddled his hips, knees barring any attempt to squirm away, and sunk his fingers into the mattress on either side of Cougar's head. The tearing sound of nails ripping through the mattress was as blood- pounding as seeing dark slate eyes staring at his chest. Then those eyes disappeared, head ducking as a hot tongue scraped painfully, beautifully against the scratches. Cougar moaned. This was the edge he'd been needing, the dance between dragons risen to a fever pitch. He moaned again as teeth followed the raw licks, and his hips bucked up against Jensen's. Three or four licks, with answering thrusts, then Jensen dropped his weight against Cougar's body. Cougar tasted his own blood on his tongue, the steady weight rubbing their cocks together. They ground against each other for a long blissful minute, tongues battling as Cougar raked his hands down Jensen's back. The sound that caught between their lips was equal parts moan and snarl, pure pleasure as Jensen shuddered against him. A bit of wet streaked along Cougar's cock, precome dripping along his length. It wouldn't be enough, Cougar knew, but Yaotl whispered now or never. He gripped Jensen's hips painfully as he manhandled him swiftly, canting the blonde's hips down at an angle as he shoved himself up, prodding against a narrow line of skin before sinking within Jensen.
It really hadn't been enough. Jensen was horribly tight and dry inside, and the sound of pain that left his throat echoed in Cougar's ears. Cougar clenched his jaws. It wasn't really much better for him, either, and a quiet voice in the back of his mind wondered if he'd pushed too far. He hadn't seen that look of betrayal- sourced anger in Jensen's eyes since they'd tranquilized and dominated him so many months ago. He silently promised himself he'd make it up, somehow, before allowing one hand to crawl up Jensen's spine to cup the back of his head. Jensen jerked his head away, baring a mouthful of fangs in blatant defiance.
“Easy. Lo siento. I shouldn't have, Jake.” He stroked his free hand along the inner shoulder blade, tracing where Jensen's wings would emerge. It made Jensen shudder above him, but those eyes still held that look of betrayal, edged with pain. “We will not always fight for this. Let me fix this, por favor."
Jensen closed his mouth, concealing the punishing teeth and narrowing his eyes to slits as he glared down at Cougar. One hand carefully pulled away from the ruined mattress, revealing the talons tipping his fingers. No words were needed when he dragged those nails gently down Cougar's cheek, not even raising red lines as he approached the curve of Cougar's jaw and over until those sharp points traced over a pulsing vein. Sliding further down he brought faint lines standing out on Cougar's skin, edging along his collar bone. “Mine?”
Cougar's affirmative was little more than a hiss, but it filled the air between them. Jensen tipped his head, a little less of Tormenta in that face. “Then fix this, before I lose the urge to fuck you and choose to tear your throat out.”
Cougar really didn't have to be told twice.
***
When sanity returned, smothered with sweat and sex and pieces from a mattress far beyond salvaging, it was early morning. Not-even-dawn early, and in the darkness of his hotel room Jensen fell gracelessly into the hole formed in his rented bed. Minutes later and a ton of awkward maneuvering that made him want to deny parts of tonight that did happen that his body truly wished hadn't, thank you random hormones, both Cougar and Jensen were curling into Cougar's bed. He would also swear that he didn't fall asleep purring over the odor of their mingled scents, instead choosing to remember bits of dreams about playing aerial tag.
Of course, there are hazards to sleeping with an unfamiliar bed partner. Tangled sheets, stolen blankets, bludgering elbows, and with any warm- blooded male, devious morning wood. All these things and more laid traps for sleeping bodies, but it was the last one that Jensen woke up to. Unsurprising, really, but what he wasn’t used to was the warm body to rub against in his bleary half-awake state. A hand sneaked over to hold welcoming hips still as he ground his own hips forward, a soft growling exhale warming the shoulder pressed against him. It only lasted a few thrusts, when his body firmly reminder him that he’d already participated in such activities recently, and still sore from said activities. He stilled, slumping back into the bed when his lower back throbbed threateningly.
Cougar rolled over and studied him. There was something softer, maybe, in those brown eyes, and just a hint possessive. Part of Jensen’s mind declared Cougar needed to look a bit more like the way he was feeling, horny, tired, and sore in unmentionable places. It also decreed that Cougar would look better wearing marks of his claim, and that one Jensen couldn’t deny. Cougar would look good with bite marks claiming him, with just one that leaked a little blood, marks of his claim. But his chest was still dirty, the scratches healed, the blood smudges still staining his skin. It made that something curl in his chest and purr, content.
“What did you just think, Jake?” Cougar’s voice edged into his conscious dream of licking the blood of all that tanned skin. Jensen let his eyes drift up, past a bared neck and up to Cougar’s eyes. They were blown wide, dilated and rich brown just circling the black pupils. No sign of Yaotl peeking in there, just good ol’ Cougar.
“I was thinking of what you’d look like with my mark in your skin. A perfect imprint of my fangs with a touch of blood, dripping down your body.” Jensen pushed himself up, so he was leaning over Cougar without touching him. Not yet. He watched as Cougar’s chest heaved a little, nostrils fluttering as he exhaled, and the tiniest non- sound carried on that breath. “I was thinking that you needed to be in my place, sore and twitchy, and then I thought you’d look better bearing my bite. Put a mark here, and here.” A finger touched Cougar’s chest, above his heart, and then trailed down his abs to press firmly in that soft spot just inside his hip. The close proximity to his groin made Cougar groan, the sound rolling a bit as he resisted arching up into that touch. The functional part of his brain wondered at how okay Jensen was being after the near fuck- up of the night before, but it was swiftly surrendering. Something about Jensen’s possessive tone mingled with Cougar’s satisfied claim, imprinted in his mind after taking Jensen’s body the night before. He was already getting hard from the pheromones Jensen was emitting. All Jensen would have to do to bring him off was touch him, stroke him a little and he’d be over the edge faster than he should ever be proud of.
“You want to mark me?” His voice sounded a little breathy and awed to even his ears, but it was how he felt. Mating marks, bites left behind from sex and other claims, didn’t fade easily, even with their excelled healing. He held Jensen’s fierce, light blue gaze with his own, tasting for the truth in the air. “Mine. And I will make that clear to anyone who sees you undressed.” No lies in the air, only need and lust and demand, and Cougar’s lower head gave a happy twitch. Jensen leaned in close, whispering against his ear.
“Later, when we’re back and I am not sore, I will pin you down. Fuck you open. Put my bite into your skin. And when we’re out of the army for good, I will put my mark into whatever part of you I have to to make sure no one ever puts their hands on you without my express permission.” That hand slid the few inches, grasping Cougar’s neglected erection and stroking firmly. Only a few moments passed before Cougar came, painting his own belly with his cum as Jensen watched him with darkened eyes. He lay there shaking for a moment as his body came down, then watched as Jensen slid clumsily from the mattress. Jensen winced as he stood, but looked back at the lounging Cougar with heat in his eyes. “We’re not done. But I need a hot shower, and if you want to hunt we do have a time limit on that thing I did with the satellite.”
The lazy smile that stretched Cougar’s lips matched the sudden fire in his eyes. “You still want to hunt with me.”
“Oh yeah. But no humans, Cougar. Just normal hunting.” There was a grin that belied the concept of ‘normal’ hunting, but it was good. Like the fuzzy warmth that flooded Cougar’s chest and the knowing look in Jensen’s face; this was starting to feel right.