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At that, Nyx glances up, expression faintly startled-- he'd though maybe doing it like this on his knees would make it easier on Midnighter, let him and the computer stay in control.

But no, all Midnighter wants is to be with him, and screw everything else. And there it fucking is again, the hot thrill just beneath his sternum that Nyx, not particularly in touch with or willing to acknowledge his own feelings, is just beginning to recognize as joy. Maybe. ...Shit. Nyx's answering grin is all affection, with more than a trace of embarrassed gratitude.

"Fuck it, then. You asked for this."

And with that, he just-- fucking goes for it, drawing his mouth along the side of Midnighter's cock, one hand at the base, giving him a firm squeeze before taking him in, one smooth motion to the base and sucking hard before slowly, slowly pulling back. Even now, he still likes to tease, humming a little with satisfaction and just the faintest skim of teeth over sensitive flesh.

And then the world fades into Nyx's hands and mouth, and the way everything feels electric with pleasure, not enough but close. Midnighter's head makes a muted thunk as it hits the wall, and he's left moaning, incoherent aside from yeses and pleasees. His hips twitch as he tries to keep himself from bucking, and his hands slide over Nyx's head, not grasping, just feeling. The computer likes it better when Nyx is on the ground and Midnighter can reach down and snap his neck at any moment. Midnighter just wishes they were both in bed together, and he could look down and see Nyx resplendantly strong, settled entirely in his element, instead of kneeled on the dirty ground, suplicated.

But it feels good and Nyx seems happy and- "Oh, fuck, that's good, you're good, you're fucking amazing, I love you, keep going, don't stop, please-" His hips jerk again. He sees the image of blood and organs splattered out on the floor. "Please." It's taking a little longer than it ought to, and Midnighter hopes Nyx's jaw isn't getting sore.

At least this time he's prepared, and thoroughly enjoying himself, luxuriating in the feel of it, the faint salt taste and smell of him so close, Midnighter trembling under his palms. When it comes to blowjobs, Nyx has always preferred giving over receiving- something about being able to dedicate himself completely to a lover's pleasure is satisfying like nothing else, watching them come undone beneath his hands and his mouth. But even that's... different, compared to how it is with Midnighter. Nyx is used to the easy head tossing, cries of ecstasy, sweet nothings gasped in the throes of passion and half forgotten in the next second. Not so much the way Midnighter reaches right back for him, ardent and eager every time, not this... torrent of affection. You're amazing. I love you.

Not when he's slowly starting to realize that Midnighter means every word.

Nyx draws back, pulling off him slow and lazy to catch his breath, but he can't keep from grinning like a cat in the cream, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Midnighter had asked him to keep going, so he will, suckling along the side of his cock, while palming his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"You're gorgeous. I want you so fucking bad." he murmurs low in his throat before swallowing him down once more, wanting to bring him closer to the edge.

Midnighter shivers, his back arching against the wall. The hand in Nyx's hair balls into a fist for a moment before loosening as Midnighter tries to be accommodating. He sees blood behind his eyes, but it's so much easier to ignore, Nyx is so fucking amazing, they'd never hurt each other and both of them know that now. His pulse quickens at the thought.

"Then fucking- have me. Fuck. You can do anything you wa- ahh-" His hips buck suddenly, two quick jerks. "Fuck, do that again."

Nyx takes him in more than willingly, moving with him, only the faint tremble of his shoulders hinting at any sign of strain. He can feel the coiled tension in Midnighter's hips and in the ragged edge of his voice, so fucking close and yet...

He pulls back, just long enough to tease, to curl his fingers around Midnighter's length and give him two rough strokes, thumbing over the tip as Nyx flashes him a wicked grin of pure delight.

"Anything you fucking want, you beautiful bastard. Anything. Just say my name." Nyx loves the sound of his name on Midnighter's lips, the way his rough voice softens, ardent and adoring. This time, when he draws him into his mouth, it's slower, almost tender, taking his time and savoring the moment.

Midnighter is a simple man with simple desires.

"Then- fuck me? Nyx, please, I want-" He groans, but can't let himself get caught up in it, the vision of teeth and ripped flesh too close to the surface of his mind. He snaps his head forward, looking at Nyx crouched before him, tender and tense all at once. "I wanna feel you."

He has enough presence of mind to feel faintly embarrassed after such an obvious display of weakness, but it's something he'd never show to anyone but Nyx. Still, in the crux of raw emotion, need and want and deep affection, he can't help feeling a little awkward, smile strained as he looks away, bashful.

Nyx's gaze flicks up before he begins to pull off of him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he gets to his feet. The expression on Midnighter's face is painfully and beautifully vulnerable, and screw it all, Nyx wants to take him into his arms and lavish him with affection, protect him with everything he's got. His soft laugh is low and warm as he smooths light fingertips over Midnighter's cheek, tilting his jaw to face him.

"Didn't I promise? Anything you want."

It's fucking adorable, is what it is, and Nyx is already drawing Midnighter into his arms. He'd like to kiss him, but-- maybe give it a minute, nuzzling into the line of his jaw instead.

"How'd I get so lucky?" he murmurs against Midnighter's skin, and he's not talking about the sex, "I--"

He's interrupted by loud banging against the wall practically right behind them, along with a muffled Quiet down, assholes! Nyx laughs again, hooking an arm around Midnighter's waist.

"How about we take it to your place?"

Midnighter grabs Nyx into a breathless kiss, eager to hide his own awkwardness by minimizing the space between them. "You're gonna get lucky," Midnighter says, assuming, of course, that he's talking about sex. When isn't he? Nyx doesn't talk about love with words. He doesn't seem to talk about anything with words if he can help it.

He breaks the kiss to murmur, "Door," and all but pushes Nyx through it until they're pressed up against one of Midnighter's kitchen counters. Midnighter's hands are at Nyx's coat, his shirt, trying to remove them both as quickly as possible.

"No, I mean-" and then his words are muffled but a kiss and he's groaning against the hard press of Midnighter's body, barely aware of anything until the cool granite countertop is digging into his back.

"Fuck-!" He tries to help Midnighter along, gets his arms horribly tangled in the sleeves instead, and can't help but shake his head with a snort of amusement as Midnighter peels the coat right off him. "I mean, I'm a lucky man. And I'm yours."

The words are a little muffled as Nyx shucks his shirt off, and the motion gives him a moment to hide the sudden sharp flush across his cheeks, though not the way his shoulders tense, ever so slightly. It had just come out; it felt right, felt true, but he can't help but feel embarrassed all the same.

Even with a brain sped along by a computer to think several times faster than the human mind is capable, it still takes Midnighter a few moments to process that. He stares for a few breaths, waiting for Nyx to squirm out of his shirt, but when he sees Nyx's face, it all comes rushing back. Affection-- love, genuine love-- crashes into him like a wave. He pulls Nyx close for far sweeter kisses than before, the edge of lust dulled momentarily in favor of short pecks peppering Nyx's face, his jaw, his cheek.

"You're perfect," he says, "All I want. The odds of me meeting you- I'm so fucking glad." I love you, I love you, I love you.

As soon as the shirt clears his head, Nyx is being pulled in by strong arms, Midnighter covering his face with light kisses.

"Trying to make me blush or what?" Another joke, a retreat to safer ground, but Nyx can't help the flush to his cheeks anyway, dropping his gaze. You're perfect. All I want. Had Midnighter always looked at him like that, so bright and adoring? How had he been so blind? Fuck, Nyx can't possibly live up to the devotion in his eyes.

But he wants to. More than almost anything else. (And maybe that's the worst part--)

He puts his arms around Midnighter's shoulders, a hand on the back of his head, fingers threading through short hair, the other firmly smoothing down the curve of his spine as he catches Midnighter's lips in a deep kiss one more, long and languorous until he finally pulls away, catching his lower lip with a little nip of teeth.

"Like I said. Lucky." His gaze is full of heat as he gives a little buck of his hips, sensuous and eager. "Said you wanted to feel me, didn't you? Tell me what you want." Nyx already has some ideas in his head, a heady jumble of images-- Midnighter half bent over in the shower, skin slick and gleaming, on the bed with his knees rumpling the sheets, bent over the damn counter currently digging into Nyx's ass, but more than that, he wants to hear it from Midnighter himself, the fantasies he has about Nyx.

Midnighter is already hard-- thanks, Nyx-- and only barely managed to pull up his pants when they stumbled through the portal. Nyx bucking his hips makes him whine, hips jerking back on instinct, ridiculous. "Fuck, I don't know, I-" But he knows, just like he knows he's stalling. He never had to ask, with Apollo, Apollo knew, and Matt didn't really care, and now- He kisses Nyx once more, hard and slow.

"Bend me over and fuck me. Hold me down, I- I don't care where."

All of Midnighter's fantasies with Nyx involve the word 'love' being spoken; he knows better than to ask for that.

It's the trust in Midnighter's request that leaves him aching, the knowledge of just hos much he's being given, and Nyx lets out a soft laugh as they finally pull apart from the kiss, hands on his shoulders as he meets his bright gaze. The sound is warm and delighted and full of every tender feeling he can't bear to put voice to, just that Midnighter is so, so much.

"The couch, then." Only because it's closer than the bedroom, and Nyx is impatient, hard and eager to get his hands all over Midnighter. And speaking from personal experience, getting plowed into on a hard marble surface is only fun about half of the time. This time, Nyx gives Midnighter a playful shove back toward the couch, just this side of rough. He's starting to get an idea of the kind of shit Midnighter enjoys in bed, things Nyx hadn't realized right off the bat.

Like talking.

"Come on, let's go. I can't- don't wanna wait a damn second longer than it takes to have you."

Midnighter lets himself be pushed backward, purposefully stumbling. Nyx is so fucking impossibly handsome, and he's here again, eyes bright and affectionate. Having him back is fantastic-- he'd known how much he missed him, in his self-imposed exile, but he hadn't allowed himself to feel it.

But here he is.

Midnighter sits back on the arm of the sofa and begins pulling off his shirt. "Fuck, I missed you. Shouldn't've put off talking to you." I'm sorry about that. But he doesn't say it, because deep down? He isn't sorry.

Nyx helps him tug the shirt off, reaching out to smooth an hand over his shoulder and bicep, even as internally he begins to panic a little.

"No, I-" Shit, is it time to talk about feelings again? Is this how it's going to be every time now, when Midnighter says... the same damn sweet words he'd been saying to Nyx the entire time they'd known each other and Nyx has to rack his brain thinking of what to say back? Love is more than he deserves, more than he thinks he might be able to bear, and the last awful hour has been more emotional shit than he's had to deal with in the last five years.

But for Midnighter... he tries. "I missed you a hell of a lot too. Just..." Nyx trails off, with a little scoff and a shake of his head, "didn't wanna bother you. Thought you had more important things to do. But I was afraid I'd get deployed again before I saw you, just in case. Didn't wanna to miss a chance to see you."

Fear isn't something Nyx admits to often, if ever. But that doesn't make it less true, and Nyx feels like he owes Midnighter the truth, or something close to it. Fuck, he's a mess, and he's had enough of it. He'll just do what he's always done, taking things one day at a time, except maybe now with Midnighter beside him. For however long this fragile, beautiful thing between them lasts.

"Sorry," said with a short laugh, "I'm killing the fucking mood here, aren't I?" He leans in to press a kiss to Midnighter's stubbly cheek, then murmurs into his ear. "Turn over, I want you on your knees."

Midnighter looks at Nyx with an expression just this side of slack-jawed. It's sharpened into a ready grin soon enough, and his arms around Nyx grow tighter for a moment, drinking him in. He laughs and shivers-- can't help it-- when Nyx murmurs into his ear, hot breath tickling over his skin. Like everything in the last few minutes, it goes straight to his cock.

"How the fuck could you ruin the moment with a voice like that."

Midnighter doesn't turn around immediately, finally shucking off his pants and underwear. His cock feels painfully hard, but it's something he can savor, a sharpness he can ride out until the end. Or until Nyx comes, whichever's first. He tilts his head over an inch, gesturing to an end table a few feet away. "Get the lube and a condom, babe."

When Nyx returns, he'll find Midnighter turned around, a little tense, but no less ready to go. It's been a while, but he's ready.

As many people as he's bedded over the years, Nyx is about as good at reading bodies as he is bad at emotions. Scooting onto the couch, he leans over and presses a kiss to the nape of Midnighter's neck, trailing kisses gently down the bumps of his spine, a hand kneading at his shoulder, then lower, tracing the curves of muscle and bone.

"Mmm, love getting a taste of you."

Midnighter had asked to get bent over and fucked, and Nyx has every intent on making good on his promises. But before that, he wants to chase away every scrap of tension from the beautiful man before him, all the hard words and the harder truths that had poured out of the both of them tonight, make it as good for him as he possibly can, the only real way Nyx knows how to show how much he cares.

He's nuzzling into the dip at the small of Midnighter's back, one handed popping open the lube and squeezing some onto his fingers before he belatedly wonders if maybe...

"Hey, you ever been rimmed before?"

The tension doesn't disappear, but it lightens, Midnighter's back and shoulders loosening. He lets out a soft sigh as Nyx kisses him like some glorious thing, something to be preserved and protected. He's never known that, and he savors it. A part of him worries Nyx does this for everyone, and the rest of him knows he does. Nyx is a giving person, and this is more a statement of who Nyx is than what Midnighter is to him. But it's still nice, and Midnighter should be contented enough with that. He tries to be.

Nyx's question breaks him from his thoughts. "Uh- no." He'd never been with anyone who was interested, never really thought about it. He mostly knows what it is from videos he'd gotten off on when he was more horny than lonely. It had seemed very intimate to Midnighter.

At the moment, that has its appeal. He looks back over his shoulder, curious.

Nyx already has a hand on Midnighter's ass, giving him a teasing squeeze, and the smile he flashes up at him is warm and inviting, tinged with uncertainty. He remembers what Midnighter had said before about trying new shit, but also how the last time Nyx had gotten a little adventurous, nothing had gone quite as expected. Not that it hadn't still been pretty damn fantastic, but still. Screw the computer, sure, but maybe Midnighter wants to stick to what's good and familiar tonight.

"Wanna give it a shot? No pressure or anything, just..." He can't help the way his eyes darken with heat, lust mingled with deep affection. This is a great look for Midnighter, and Nyx wants to savor what time they have together, make it as pleasurable as he possibly can. "I promise it's real fucking good."

Nyx knows everything about the computer, what it does, how it can make sex difficult. Still, he trusts Midnighter's judgement over it, lets Midnighter make the decisions for him. He ducks his head a moment, letting out a little sigh of... relief? Affection? Something deep and heartfelt at the pit of his stomach, that also happens to make his cock twitch.

He looks back again, reaching over to put his hand on Nyx's cheek, feel the stubble and the warmth there. "Go for it," he says, grin weak with anticipation. "Trust you." Love you.

Nyx covers Midnighter's hand in his own, turning his head to press a fond kiss to his fingers. Tenderness washes over him like a wave, and for once Nyx doesn't look away or close his eyes to try to hide it. Midnighter is right here. He trusts him.

"I've got you."

Leaning forward, Nyx picks up right where he left off, nuzzling lightly into the dimples at the small of Midnighter's back before teasingly rubbing the scruff of his chin against his skin and grinning at the faint red marks he leaves. Moving slow, he kisses over the curve of Midnighter's perfectly chiseled ass, expression admiring, hands sliding beneath to cup and spread him as Nyx leans forward, drawing the flat of his tongue over his entrance.

It's... a new sensation. His spine stiffens, as well as his cock (how the fuck could he get harder? What is Nyx made of?) and he lets out a surprised noise, a quiet gasp. Fights the reflexive urge to pull away.

It's a little like his first time with Andrew. He kept expecting everything to hurt, but it didn't, it just felt heavy and soft and confusingly good. He doesn't deserve this kind of life. It's almost illicit. The difference now, though, is that he's better at fighting the computer, at making sex what he wants it to be. Another breath, and he drops his head, mouth open, corners pinched in a smile.

"M-might be seeing the appeal."

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For a moment, he's not sure how Midnighter would respond, the way he stiffens against him. But the soft little sound he makes sends a thrill right up Nyx's spine, that and the way Midnighter relaxes beneath his hands, all that trust and willingness (love) that Nyx adores in him.

"Hey, you haven't seen nothing yet."

More confident now, Nyx leans forward, lapping at the tight pucker of his hole, and then lower, licking and sucking softly at sensitive skin. The shift of Midnighter's hips draws a contented hum from him, and Nyx pulls away just long enough to catch his breath, letting out a soft laugh before carefully pressing the tip of his tongue into his body.

"Uuh- fuck." Not a confident sound. Midnighter shakes a little, huffs, reaches down to tug at his own cock and take some of the edge off. That's- that's fucking good. And weird, a strange feeling he's never felt before. Unsurprising that he likes it, hungry as he is for new sensations and getting further away from the creature he is on the battlefield. This feels-- tender. Vulnerable.

It makes his heart race, his cock start to leak. He flexes the muscles in his thighs, an old trick to last longer, except he hasn't done it in fucking forever, never had to when he wasn't with Andrew, who knew every inch of his body and how to get every reaction he wanted. And this is Nyx, who's flying blind, trying something new on stupid confidence alone, and it's still-

"Jesus-" Midnighter's face hears. Was that his fucking tongue? Midnighter moans despite himself, moving a hand from his own cock to cover his mouth.

The sound that Midnighter makes goes straight to his own cock, now hard and straining between his thighs, but he doesn't want to stop, doesn't want to do anything that might distract from Midnighter's pleasure, the way he gives himself over to Nyx's hands, his lips and tongue. Nyx lets out an answering groan of desire, even as he curls gentle fingers around Midnighter's cock, thumbing over the head to distract him as he one-handed unscrews the cap to the lube once more.

"Haa- let me hear you. Wanna make this good, give you- everything."

He brushes a kiss over sensitive flesh before pressing his tongue in once again, probing and stretching. Fingers slick with lube, he goes right ahead and starts off with two, pressing them into the tight heat of Midnighter's body.

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