#515 - [FIC] Riptide Says Relax (Azazel/Riptide)
Title: Riptide Says Relax
Word Count: ~2,100
Pairing: Azazel/Riptide
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Azazel really, really needs to relax.
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.
Author's Note: I am the bearer of bad parodies, sugary Russian endearments, and bad guys in love. Originally posted here.
Riptide had barely turned in for the night when Azazel teleported in. He collapsed face-down on the bed with a rumbling groan, twitched once, and went still. The twelve year-old in him was sorely tempted to poke Azazel, just to see if he’d move, but Riptide had a feeling it wouldn’t end well.
Instead, he remarked, "You’re in a mood."
Azazel harrumphed, tail flicking in some flavor of irritation. No grievances other than the usual, then. Shaw's reconnaissance missions always left Azazel, well, Emma liked to say ‘wound up,’ but Riptide was of the opinion that ‘more or less useless for the next two days’ was the more accurate expression.
Riptide flicked on the light and rolled Azazel onto his back despite his mumbled protests.
"Come on, then," Riptide said as he went to work on a row of coat buttons. "Out with it. Tell me how awful Argentina was." Azazel gave him a look which said, very plainly, that he wasn’t the least bit interested in obliging him. "Did you at least get the information Shaw needed?"
"Da."
"Any complications?"
"Nyet."
"Are you going to give me one-word answers all night?"
"Maybe," he grumbled. That was Azazel for you-ever disagreeable, even with his pants around his ankles. "All I want is sleep. For days if possible."
Riptide's first inclination was to counter him with hell no, because he had needs, damn it, but he managed to restrain himself. Of course Azazel was tired. Given the distance, the teleportation alone had to have been a horrible drain on him. Still, he knew Azazel well enough to know there was no way he was getting to sleep with his body tied in knots from the tension.
Experience told Riptide that if Azazel couldn’t sleep, he'd be pulling an all-nighter as well. And it wouldn't be the fun kind, either. Azazel would brood and kvetch and refuse to be placated until the small hours of the morning (and probably long after), which would do nothing but leave them both grumpy and liable to blow holes in Shaw's submarine.
Faced with that, there was really only one thing to do.
Riptide retrieved a bottle of lube from the dresser and stripped off his underwear before climbing back into bed with Azazel and prying his thighs apart.
Azazel cracked an eyelid. "What is it you are doing?"
Riptide raised an eyebrow, busy slicking his fingers. "What's it look like?"
"Fair warning," Azazel said. "Five minutes in, I fall asleep on top of you."
"And that’s exactly why you’re not topping tonight."
"But I always top," he said, which was entirely true.
In the several years they’d been doing this-whatever ‘this’ meant. Riptide wasn’t entirely sure there was a word (or any number of them) to pithily describe what Azazel was to him-Azazel had had him in all manner of positions, on sundry surfaces, but never without sticking something or another inside him.
Which was wonderful most of the time, but really. Variety was the spice of life.
"It’s time for you to learn to-" take it "-take turns."
Azazel pouted and slid his hands up Riptide’s thighs. "But you look so pretty on your back."
"So do you," Riptide responded cheekily. "Besides, I’ve never seen anyone who looks like they could use a good fuck more than you do right now."
Azazel looked for a minute like he was going to protest, but then he tucked his hands behind his head and grinned lazily. "A fuck is a fuck, eh? So sweet of you to offer."
Riptide shrugged. "What can I say? I’m a saint."
Also, he’d just about reached the point where even Shaw’s awkward, handsy passes were starting to look tempting, which couldn’t be good. Two weeks of forced celibacy was enough to drive a man to madness. Or mass murder.
A moment later, Azazel's tail curved up around the back of his neck to pull him close for a kiss. Whatever he'd said, Azazel was already stiff and leaking against his belly as his tongue teased at Riptide's mouth, teeth catching lightly on his lower lip. Even in the beginning, when it had been nothing but quick fucks and a handful of traded blowjobs during what little downtime they had, Azazel had kissed him like that, slow and sensual and with more teeth than Riptide had ever thought he'd like. He happily could have stayed like that forever, grinding down between Azazel's thighs and kissing him until his lips were red and swollen.
Tonight, though, his plans were a tad more ambitious.
Riptide worked a slick hand between them, giving Azazel's balls a squeeze before dipping behind them to circle his hole. Azazel squirmed a little at it and Riptide sunk his teeth lightly into his neck in warning.
"All right, all right," he said. "You are in charge of fucking."
"It pains you not to be in control, doesn't it."
"No," Azazel huffed. "It pains me to be treated like bitch."
Riptide snorted. "I think we all know who's whose bitch, so relax. And don't look so goddamn smug. I can feel it coming off you in waves."
With that, he returned to the task at hand. He was a little out of practice as far as topping went, but it wasn't really something you forgot. He found he had forgotten how pleasing it was to feel someone relaxing, bit by bit, under his fingers, however. Azazel was wound up tight everywhere else, but here he was already opening up under the warm, wet pressure of Riptide's fingers against his entrance.
"How does it feel?"
Azazel gave him a considering look. "If I say I do not like, can I top?"
"Not a chance."
"Fine. Is good," he said, more than a little grudgingly.
Riptide rolled his eyes and pressed. His finger slid to the third knuckle without much difficulty. Azazel grunted, a sound which somehow managed to make his cock throb and make him want to laugh at the same time. God, Azazel was such a fussy bastard sometimes. At least he was getting to be a loose fussy bastard, though. Riptide pulled back his hand and squeezed out another measure of lube before going back with two fingers.
This time, Azazel arched up to meet him, Riptide's fingers sinking into him with a wet sound. Fuck, he looked good like this, his asshole stretched and dripping onto the sheets. His thighs, muscular and covered in fine, dark hair, strained as he pressed himself up against Riptide's hand. Riptide didn't know how much of this he could take. He had to pace himself, though. Even two fingers in, Azazel felt too tight to take anything bigger, even if he was cutting the air impatiently with his tail. Riptide could feel the breeze of it on his back as it swished audibly.
"We'll get there," he said, unable to help a smile. "You were just complaining about having to bottom and now look at you."
"You are very persuasive."
"Pushy, you mean."
Azazel grinned, eyes closed. "You know I like you pushy."
Good, because he didn't really come with an alternate setting on that one. He was definitely getting impatient, though. What had started as Operation: Soothe Azazel had become something more along the lines of fucking him into the ground. Mattress, rather. He was just taking everything so easily, letting Riptide fuck him sloppy and loose with his fingers like they'd done it a hundred times.
"You look incredible like this."
"Mmm," Azazel murmured. "You fuck me now?"
His fingers slipped free with a soft sound. He was tempted to get Azazel up on his knees, but they were both tired, Azazel especially. Riptide lined himself up, letting Azazel's arms curl around him, and pushed in one smooth motion until they were as close as they could be. The pressure made his head spin. It took him a moment to orient himself and then Azazel was hooking a leg over his shoulder and dragging him down to lick at his mouth.
Azazel's hand snuck behind him, smearing lube between his cheeks before his tail settled in its place. "What are-oh."
Velvet-smooth and covered in slick, Azazel's tail felt like a cock rubbing sticky and hot over his hole as they fucked, like he was getting it at both ends even though it was only Azazel. It was maddening. It threw off his rhythm, so careful and deep and slow, and turned it into something erratic.
"Fuck," Riptide gritted out. "You just don't play fair do you?"
"Never," Azazel said. "You like?"
"God, yes."
He arched his back into it, nearly slipping out of Azazel in the process before being pulled back in forcefully by Azazel's iron grip on his hips as he fucked them together and apart, not even letting Riptide move on his own anymore. At this point, he was beyond caring as long as Azazel didn't stop.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," he was saying. Babbling, really. Riptide could hear it coming out of his mouth, over and over, and even though it was ridiculous because he was supposed to be fucking Azazel, it felt like that anyway. He'd gotten so lost in the obscene symphony of flesh on flesh and everything was too hot and too slick and too much for him.
He was dropping over the edge before he even realized he'd reached it. The world felt like it was falling out from under him as he came, climax gushing out around his cock as Azazel clenched around him. Riptide practically melted on top of him, still buried inside Azazel, who hadn’t stopped teasing him with that infernal tail of his.
His lips brushed Riptide's ear. "You let me finish inside you?"
In the heat of it, he'd forgotten all about the fact that he was, believe it or not, fucking another person who had similar needs. Not his most selfless moment.
"Yeah," he sighed, content to lie there against Azazel's chest in the afterglow.
A little maneuvering and Riptide could feel the wide, blunt head of Azazel's cock nudging his hole. "You slick enough for me?"
He murmured his assent. Riptide liked being fucked on Azazel's fingers far too much to ever own up to it, but it really didn't take much more than dropping his pants to be ready these days. Foreplay was nice and everything, but there was a lot to be said for being fucked by Azazel. Riptide was pretty sure that he could personally fill volumes.
There was a bit of a stretch as Azazel thrust into him, a pleasant burn that made Riptide push back against him. Azazel's tail came to curl around one thigh, holding his legs apart, the tip stroking over the back of his knee and making him shiver. The coordination necessary to kiss had been lost on him long ago, so he settled for mouthing at Azazel's neck, hoping to leave a bite-mark or two. Hickies never showed up on him, but teeth marks raised the most satisfying, white slivers on his skin.
"I missed you so," Azazel said. His fingers combed through Riptide's hair. "Even you reprimanding me for wandering the hallways naked."
"Me too."
At this point, Riptide wasn't really sure he was agreeing to missing yelling at Azazel or missing Azazel walking around naked, which he did frequently, but he figured it got the point across, either way.
"I missed kissing you," he said, voice growing low and rough the way it did when he was close. "And coming in you. I worry when I am away. I think when I come back you will not be mine anymore."
"Just so you know, I don't consider Shaw trading up," Riptide said against his shoulder. Azazel's laugh was a low rumble. "You know how I feel about you."
"Do I?"
"Don't you?"
Azazel slowed his movements to a crawl. "Say it, then. Say how you feel for me."
The same part of him that had wanted to prod at Azazel with a stick earlier was not at all happy with this turn of events. It was stupid. If they both knew, why was there any reason to say it? It sounded ridiculous. They were too old to need that kind of validation, weren't they?
"Please," Azazel said, hand warm on his back. "You say, I say too."
Okay, maybe just this once he could get it out. "I, ah, I love you."
"I love you, too, moy zaichik."
Riptide didn't speak a lot of Russian, but terms of endearment had a tendency to sound sugary no matter what the language. Still, he could let it go this time. No reason to ruin the moment they'd both worked so hard for. Azazel was quiet again, kissing his neck and stroking his back until he finished.
Azazel dropped off right away, exhausted as he was, his tail still wrapped affectionately around Riptide’s thigh. Whatever this was-and it was anyone’s guess, really-it seemed to be working.
That was enough for him.
Word Count: ~2,100
Pairing: Azazel/Riptide
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Azazel really, really needs to relax.
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.
Author's Note: I am the bearer of bad parodies, sugary Russian endearments, and bad guys in love. Originally posted here.
Riptide had barely turned in for the night when Azazel teleported in. He collapsed face-down on the bed with a rumbling groan, twitched once, and went still. The twelve year-old in him was sorely tempted to poke Azazel, just to see if he’d move, but Riptide had a feeling it wouldn’t end well.
Instead, he remarked, "You’re in a mood."
Azazel harrumphed, tail flicking in some flavor of irritation. No grievances other than the usual, then. Shaw's reconnaissance missions always left Azazel, well, Emma liked to say ‘wound up,’ but Riptide was of the opinion that ‘more or less useless for the next two days’ was the more accurate expression.
Riptide flicked on the light and rolled Azazel onto his back despite his mumbled protests.
"Come on, then," Riptide said as he went to work on a row of coat buttons. "Out with it. Tell me how awful Argentina was." Azazel gave him a look which said, very plainly, that he wasn’t the least bit interested in obliging him. "Did you at least get the information Shaw needed?"
"Da."
"Any complications?"
"Nyet."
"Are you going to give me one-word answers all night?"
"Maybe," he grumbled. That was Azazel for you-ever disagreeable, even with his pants around his ankles. "All I want is sleep. For days if possible."
Riptide's first inclination was to counter him with hell no, because he had needs, damn it, but he managed to restrain himself. Of course Azazel was tired. Given the distance, the teleportation alone had to have been a horrible drain on him. Still, he knew Azazel well enough to know there was no way he was getting to sleep with his body tied in knots from the tension.
Experience told Riptide that if Azazel couldn’t sleep, he'd be pulling an all-nighter as well. And it wouldn't be the fun kind, either. Azazel would brood and kvetch and refuse to be placated until the small hours of the morning (and probably long after), which would do nothing but leave them both grumpy and liable to blow holes in Shaw's submarine.
Faced with that, there was really only one thing to do.
Riptide retrieved a bottle of lube from the dresser and stripped off his underwear before climbing back into bed with Azazel and prying his thighs apart.
Azazel cracked an eyelid. "What is it you are doing?"
Riptide raised an eyebrow, busy slicking his fingers. "What's it look like?"
"Fair warning," Azazel said. "Five minutes in, I fall asleep on top of you."
"And that’s exactly why you’re not topping tonight."
"But I always top," he said, which was entirely true.
In the several years they’d been doing this-whatever ‘this’ meant. Riptide wasn’t entirely sure there was a word (or any number of them) to pithily describe what Azazel was to him-Azazel had had him in all manner of positions, on sundry surfaces, but never without sticking something or another inside him.
Which was wonderful most of the time, but really. Variety was the spice of life.
"It’s time for you to learn to-" take it "-take turns."
Azazel pouted and slid his hands up Riptide’s thighs. "But you look so pretty on your back."
"So do you," Riptide responded cheekily. "Besides, I’ve never seen anyone who looks like they could use a good fuck more than you do right now."
Azazel looked for a minute like he was going to protest, but then he tucked his hands behind his head and grinned lazily. "A fuck is a fuck, eh? So sweet of you to offer."
Riptide shrugged. "What can I say? I’m a saint."
Also, he’d just about reached the point where even Shaw’s awkward, handsy passes were starting to look tempting, which couldn’t be good. Two weeks of forced celibacy was enough to drive a man to madness. Or mass murder.
A moment later, Azazel's tail curved up around the back of his neck to pull him close for a kiss. Whatever he'd said, Azazel was already stiff and leaking against his belly as his tongue teased at Riptide's mouth, teeth catching lightly on his lower lip. Even in the beginning, when it had been nothing but quick fucks and a handful of traded blowjobs during what little downtime they had, Azazel had kissed him like that, slow and sensual and with more teeth than Riptide had ever thought he'd like. He happily could have stayed like that forever, grinding down between Azazel's thighs and kissing him until his lips were red and swollen.
Tonight, though, his plans were a tad more ambitious.
Riptide worked a slick hand between them, giving Azazel's balls a squeeze before dipping behind them to circle his hole. Azazel squirmed a little at it and Riptide sunk his teeth lightly into his neck in warning.
"All right, all right," he said. "You are in charge of fucking."
"It pains you not to be in control, doesn't it."
"No," Azazel huffed. "It pains me to be treated like bitch."
Riptide snorted. "I think we all know who's whose bitch, so relax. And don't look so goddamn smug. I can feel it coming off you in waves."
With that, he returned to the task at hand. He was a little out of practice as far as topping went, but it wasn't really something you forgot. He found he had forgotten how pleasing it was to feel someone relaxing, bit by bit, under his fingers, however. Azazel was wound up tight everywhere else, but here he was already opening up under the warm, wet pressure of Riptide's fingers against his entrance.
"How does it feel?"
Azazel gave him a considering look. "If I say I do not like, can I top?"
"Not a chance."
"Fine. Is good," he said, more than a little grudgingly.
Riptide rolled his eyes and pressed. His finger slid to the third knuckle without much difficulty. Azazel grunted, a sound which somehow managed to make his cock throb and make him want to laugh at the same time. God, Azazel was such a fussy bastard sometimes. At least he was getting to be a loose fussy bastard, though. Riptide pulled back his hand and squeezed out another measure of lube before going back with two fingers.
This time, Azazel arched up to meet him, Riptide's fingers sinking into him with a wet sound. Fuck, he looked good like this, his asshole stretched and dripping onto the sheets. His thighs, muscular and covered in fine, dark hair, strained as he pressed himself up against Riptide's hand. Riptide didn't know how much of this he could take. He had to pace himself, though. Even two fingers in, Azazel felt too tight to take anything bigger, even if he was cutting the air impatiently with his tail. Riptide could feel the breeze of it on his back as it swished audibly.
"We'll get there," he said, unable to help a smile. "You were just complaining about having to bottom and now look at you."
"You are very persuasive."
"Pushy, you mean."
Azazel grinned, eyes closed. "You know I like you pushy."
Good, because he didn't really come with an alternate setting on that one. He was definitely getting impatient, though. What had started as Operation: Soothe Azazel had become something more along the lines of fucking him into the ground. Mattress, rather. He was just taking everything so easily, letting Riptide fuck him sloppy and loose with his fingers like they'd done it a hundred times.
"You look incredible like this."
"Mmm," Azazel murmured. "You fuck me now?"
His fingers slipped free with a soft sound. He was tempted to get Azazel up on his knees, but they were both tired, Azazel especially. Riptide lined himself up, letting Azazel's arms curl around him, and pushed in one smooth motion until they were as close as they could be. The pressure made his head spin. It took him a moment to orient himself and then Azazel was hooking a leg over his shoulder and dragging him down to lick at his mouth.
Azazel's hand snuck behind him, smearing lube between his cheeks before his tail settled in its place. "What are-oh."
Velvet-smooth and covered in slick, Azazel's tail felt like a cock rubbing sticky and hot over his hole as they fucked, like he was getting it at both ends even though it was only Azazel. It was maddening. It threw off his rhythm, so careful and deep and slow, and turned it into something erratic.
"Fuck," Riptide gritted out. "You just don't play fair do you?"
"Never," Azazel said. "You like?"
"God, yes."
He arched his back into it, nearly slipping out of Azazel in the process before being pulled back in forcefully by Azazel's iron grip on his hips as he fucked them together and apart, not even letting Riptide move on his own anymore. At this point, he was beyond caring as long as Azazel didn't stop.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," he was saying. Babbling, really. Riptide could hear it coming out of his mouth, over and over, and even though it was ridiculous because he was supposed to be fucking Azazel, it felt like that anyway. He'd gotten so lost in the obscene symphony of flesh on flesh and everything was too hot and too slick and too much for him.
He was dropping over the edge before he even realized he'd reached it. The world felt like it was falling out from under him as he came, climax gushing out around his cock as Azazel clenched around him. Riptide practically melted on top of him, still buried inside Azazel, who hadn’t stopped teasing him with that infernal tail of his.
His lips brushed Riptide's ear. "You let me finish inside you?"
In the heat of it, he'd forgotten all about the fact that he was, believe it or not, fucking another person who had similar needs. Not his most selfless moment.
"Yeah," he sighed, content to lie there against Azazel's chest in the afterglow.
A little maneuvering and Riptide could feel the wide, blunt head of Azazel's cock nudging his hole. "You slick enough for me?"
He murmured his assent. Riptide liked being fucked on Azazel's fingers far too much to ever own up to it, but it really didn't take much more than dropping his pants to be ready these days. Foreplay was nice and everything, but there was a lot to be said for being fucked by Azazel. Riptide was pretty sure that he could personally fill volumes.
There was a bit of a stretch as Azazel thrust into him, a pleasant burn that made Riptide push back against him. Azazel's tail came to curl around one thigh, holding his legs apart, the tip stroking over the back of his knee and making him shiver. The coordination necessary to kiss had been lost on him long ago, so he settled for mouthing at Azazel's neck, hoping to leave a bite-mark or two. Hickies never showed up on him, but teeth marks raised the most satisfying, white slivers on his skin.
"I missed you so," Azazel said. His fingers combed through Riptide's hair. "Even you reprimanding me for wandering the hallways naked."
"Me too."
At this point, Riptide wasn't really sure he was agreeing to missing yelling at Azazel or missing Azazel walking around naked, which he did frequently, but he figured it got the point across, either way.
"I missed kissing you," he said, voice growing low and rough the way it did when he was close. "And coming in you. I worry when I am away. I think when I come back you will not be mine anymore."
"Just so you know, I don't consider Shaw trading up," Riptide said against his shoulder. Azazel's laugh was a low rumble. "You know how I feel about you."
"Do I?"
"Don't you?"
Azazel slowed his movements to a crawl. "Say it, then. Say how you feel for me."
The same part of him that had wanted to prod at Azazel with a stick earlier was not at all happy with this turn of events. It was stupid. If they both knew, why was there any reason to say it? It sounded ridiculous. They were too old to need that kind of validation, weren't they?
"Please," Azazel said, hand warm on his back. "You say, I say too."
Okay, maybe just this once he could get it out. "I, ah, I love you."
"I love you, too, moy zaichik."
Riptide didn't speak a lot of Russian, but terms of endearment had a tendency to sound sugary no matter what the language. Still, he could let it go this time. No reason to ruin the moment they'd both worked so hard for. Azazel was quiet again, kissing his neck and stroking his back until he finished.
Azazel dropped off right away, exhausted as he was, his tail still wrapped affectionately around Riptide’s thigh. Whatever this was-and it was anyone’s guess, really-it seemed to be working.
That was enough for him.