Blitz/Johann

[monsterjohann]

There's a storm coming. Johann had just come from a swim, the inky black water, though clean, a happy memory of home. The winter chill in the air doesn't seem to touch him as he treks back up to his home, his bare feet skipping from rock to rock as he looks forward to the lovely fire he's got going.

The home isn't large, but it's comfortable. The dark rooms and gothic scheme are kept up on the daily, as Johann really has nothing more to do unless he wants to make the journey into the city and terrorize people there.

Or pick up groceries. Same thing, really.

But tonight is a night to stay in. Lightning flashes onto the ocean water, illuminating the impatient waves as they crest and fall and crash onto the shore. He'll keep the windows up tonight, he decides, walking into the house. He lives alone right now; there's never a reason to change, but he does wrap a towel around his middle to go and check on the bread he's left out to prove.

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[helluvamess]

As the thunder starts to rumble louder and rain breaks over the house, hammering loud on the windows and roof, it's almost loud enough to drown out the voice outside. Almost, because that voice sure is loud and particularly expressive and punctuated by loud hammering on the door.

"Christ on a fucking stick, open the fucking door asshole before my little red cock freezes off out here!" It'd been a great idea, going to visit Johann now that he could, but Blitzø had not anticipated it being fucking freezing when he got here.

[monsterjohann]

There was a time when Johann thought that he must have forgotten that voice. Then he's hearing it through his door and he's tearing through the house, throwing it open, and staring down at the little fucker, his towel still around his waist.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" is all he really can say before he's reaching down to try and yank him inside.

[helluvamess]

It feels like forever since he's seen Johann and while the Admiral had promised this was possible, Blitzø hadn't really believed it until that tall fucker opened the door and was standing in front of him. It's probably a good thing that Johann at least drags him indoors because Blitzø was caught just staring up at him, noticing the details he'd started to forget.

Inside there's less of a chance for blaming the tears on the rain, but he doesn't give a fuck as he buries his face against Johann and just feels him there.

"Stupid fucking asshole I had to do the whole shitbag graduation fuckery just to see your dumb fucking face again."

[monsterjohann]

Johann eventually just bends down onto one knee and embraces him, forgetting the state that he's in.

"It's fucking terrible," he agrees. "But you did it and now you're- gods, you're here?!"

He can't put a name onto the feeling that seizes his chest, but the closest thing is relief. The only thing he can think of.

[helluvamess]

Blitzø immediately presses closer, his tail curling around Johann's waist and holding tight as though afraid the man would vanish otherwise.

"Satan, I never thought I'd miss the way you smell," he says, inhaling the strange mix of ocean and something sharp and metallic that probably shouldn't be as comforting as it is.

Finally he lifts his head and looks at Johann properly, taking in the man's lack of clothing and rapidly slipping towel. "Fuck, you don't waste time, do you?"

[monsterjohann]

He holds him tightly, gripping the back of his neck, not willing to let him go. He's been alone, so alone, for a while now and to have Blitzø back with him, real and warm and in his hands, makes the world fit back into place again.

"Fuck you, I was swimming," he tells him and reaches down to grab the side of his towel to hold it up.

[helluvamess]

"Fucking why, decided having all your toes was overrated or something?" he retorts, flicking a claw against Johann's nose. "It's freezing out there and barely warm enough in here, you just go complete feral without Florian to keep you in line?"

Despite the teasing he knows that's not true; the house is clearly cared for and Johann himself, while always having that bit of monster in him, is a far cry from what he knew of the man in the past. He supposes both of them have changed a lot.

[monsterjohann]

"You're such a whiny bitch," he complains and the temperature in their immediate area goes up, increasing to something that's hopefully more tolerable.

"Better?"

He still hasn't pulled away, wrinkling his nose at Blitz instead.

[helluvamess]

"Fuck yeah, make with the magic shit, that's what Daddy likes~" It's said with a wide, toothy grin and waggling his eyebrows at Johann. "Fucking hot when you both do that, you know."

Florian as much as Johann, although he figures they'll have to wait on the three of them getting a chance to all be together. Florian still had one deal he was working on.

"So what, you just sit around here swimming in the rain and standing naked in the cold being a fucking dick by yourself this whole time?"

[monsterjohann]

Johann wraps his fingers around that tail, looping it around his hand. "Being by myself was something I needed. I made a fucking loaf of bread."

[helluvamess]

The loop tightens immediately, Blitzø's tail winding further around and the spade rubbing against Johann's forearm affectionately.

"What, one loaf the one time? You want a medal?" he teases. Then he's nudging Johann to stand, figuring that he's gonna get a fucking cramp from crouching too long, and tugs at his arm. "Or you telling me there's bread now because I'm fucking starving."

[monsterjohann]

He stands up, gesturing to the kitchen. "It's sitting on the counter, but fuck you, you don't get any of it."

He tries to pull away playfully, tentacles wrapping around Blitzø's arms.

[helluvamess]

Blitzø laughs, surprising himself a little with it. He'd graduated with realising he didn't need to keep a distance from others or punish himself any more, but it was still odd to realise that he was happy and that was alright at times.

He immediately uses those tentacles as leverage to climb Johann, wrapping his limbs around him from behind and resting his head on the man's shoulder.

"No fucking way, feed me or I'll be the most obnoxious piece of shit ever. You'll have to send me back to the Admiral for rehab again."

[monsterjohann]

He doesn't try to pull away or push him off. Rather, those same tentacles, originating from his shoulders,
wrap around Blitzø protectively. "You're a goddamn menace," he grumbles, walking into the large, open kitchen. "You come to my door, talking about your cock, and there's me in a towel and you've done nothing about it except complain about bread."

A large loaf of bread, topped with baked cheese, sits on the stove cooling.

[helluvamess]

"You're the one wrapping me up in tentacles and not doing shit either," he points out, taking the opportunity to wrap his tail around one of said tentacles and giving it a teasing stroke.

"Or you saying I need to earn that bread~"

[monsterjohann]

He wasn't going to, but that's why he's not the ideas man. He's the one with tentacles and teeth and a killer grin.

He shivers at the touch.

"You can certainly try, sweetheart."

[helluvamess]

It's a testament to how far he's come that making the offer doesn't send him into a spiral, that Blitzø is confident that Johann would never think of him as just sex and that Florian would eviscerate the other man if he ever suggested it. He's comfortable and confident that they both care about him, and that in and of itself is a far cry from how he'd been last time he'd seen Johann.

He might reflect on it later, when they have the time to talk more about how they'd parted ways before, but for the moment he's content to give a throaty chuckle next to Johann's ear and nip roughly at his jaw. He's still a little chilled but this is one way to warm up and get a chance to show Johann how much he'd missed him.

Curious, Blitzø trail his claws to follow one of those tentacles to Johann's shoulders, seeking where they join his body and dragging his claws against that point. If it's anything like his horns and spines, he figures it's bound to be sensitive.

[monsterjohann]

They're sensitive because he wants them to be. Because he has missed him in every way that he can be missed and he wants to enjoy him. Florian, too, but Florian was a guarantee. There is no force in any universe that can keep a soul apart. But Blitzø is different. He could have gone a hundred ways.

He's glad that he's here. He shivers under his touch and grins. "What, you think you can fuck me into giving you what you want?"

[helluvamess]

"No." It's true, he realises, but not for the reasons Johann might think. "I think you'd give me what I want even if I didn't fuck you."

It'd taken him a long time to realise that with Florian and, by extension, Johann. A longer time still to accept that they might both love him, of all people, and to stop trying to push it away. It's still strange to be able to accept it now, but in the best way.

"Cause you and Florian like me and I didn't get that for a while, but I get now that I wouldn't have to fuck you if I didn't want to or to make sure you like me." He grins then, the expression evident in his voice as he leans in to flick his tongue against Johann's ear.

"But I sure do want to, and if you wanna give me bread after, that works too."

[monsterjohann]

Oh.

This isn't just play. Johann turns a bit to look at him, awkward as it is in this position, and stares silently as he talks. He does like him. He probably loves him in whatever capacity that he can love another person.

He doesn't get a long time to dwell on it, though, because that tongue against his ear sends a shudder all the way through him. "Depending on how good it is, I'll make you some jam biscuits to go with it," he says instead of saying what he really feels. How happy he is to have him back. How they could lie there on the floor and bitch playfully at each other for an hour and he'd be just as happy.

But then he might not get fucked and it's been so long.

[helluvamess]

"Deal!" he exclaims probably too loudly for how close he is to Johann's ear, but immediately makes up for it by nipping at his throat before he slips down to the floor again. He plans on making a mess so the kitchen is right out, but Blitzø figures there's gotta be another fireplace somewhere that'll be warm enough and fun for other reasons as well. With that in mind, he grabs for one of Johann's tentacles and tugs the man after him into another room.

Fireplace, rug, couch. Perfect. He shoves Johann towards the couch, aiming to get him seated and give Blitzø less height to have to worry about as he follows and catches Johann's mouth in a sharp kiss.

[monsterjohann]

He starts and nearly swears, but maintains his composure for as long as it takes before Blitzø is dragging him to the next room. Fireplace. Rug. Couch. Johann is equally pleased with the setup. He falls back onto the couch, pulling him into a dizzying kiss with his arms and tentacles around him. One of the inky appendages wraps around his tail in a sort of embrace, though he strokes down the length rather suggestively.

"Biscuits and jam," he mutters. "A nice fucking steak. Whatever you want."

Sex, for Johann, is just another way to play with him. To tease and to enjoy him. But there's something that's settled in his chest now, something he didn't think would ever feel right again.

[helluvamess]

"Oh fuck--" Blitzø curses into the kiss, nipping Johann's mouth harder as he strokes his tail. The spade is particularly sensitive and he shudders at the weird sensation of a tentacle against it.

"I want you," he says, knowing it's probably too vulnerable and not caring right now. He's missed Johann more than he could say on the Barge, both he and Florian had, and sometimes the only thing getting him through was the thought of being reunited again some time. It still felt like it had taken forever though.

His claws dig lightly into Johann's chest, not yet enough to break the skin, and his tongue curls twice around the other man's before he pulls back and catches his breath. "Fuck I've missed you."

[monsterjohann]

This would be the perfect opportunity to make a joke - perhaps something about how sad and pathetic it is that Blitzø misses him.

But that isn't right. That's not how he's feeling. And this isn't just sex, despite how delightfully filthy he's already feeling. When he pulls back, Johann draws a tender hand along his horns, then grins. "Of course you have, Mäuschen. Because I have missed you. Missed this. I want you to fuck me. You have a lot of time to make up for."

[helluvamess]

"Oh don't worry," Blitzø promises with a laugh that is definitely the sound of someone planning something. "You're gonna be grateful you already made that bread cause neither of us are gonna have the energy to do much else for a while by the time we're done."

He punctuates it with a nip to Johann's jaw, hard enough to leave a bruising mark for a moment before it fades. He tugs at the towel around Johann's waist, pleased that it's easier than worrying about other layers right now and a bonus for the eventual mess, and turns his attention to dragging his claws down Johann's stomach and thighs.

[monsterjohann]

He lets the towel go without much fuss, moaning shamelessly at the bite and the claws. "You can fucking rip me apart," he mutters, raising his hips up towards him. He's half hard already as the towel is ripped away, just from this, and he wraps his arms around the imp to kiss him deeply, using teeth against his mouth.

The tentacle entwined with his tail tightens just a little, circling back, digging inside of his clothes to try and get them off.

[helluvamess]

Blitzø makes a strangled sound as Johann's grip tightens on his tail and the other man kisses him hard, returning the scrape of teeth against his mouth with a bite that catches Johann's lip and draws blood.

He is altogether too warm now and as the tentacles work at his clothing, Blitzø pulls away long enough to help Johann get them off altogether. A thought crosses his mind and he snags one tentacle, gripping it loosely and dragging a claw against it.

"How much do you feel in these?"

[monsterjohann]

He shudders an unconscious shudder. "Enough to feel that in my cock," he tells him, giving him a gentle, but insistent, slap on the face. "So keep your hands off unless you're going somewhere with them."

That tentacle wraps around his wrist and pulls it back, though he caresses the inside of it with a grin. A monster still has his likes - and Johann loves his wrists.

"Gods," he breathes out once he has Blitzø's clothes off. "Why the fuck did you take so long!"

[helluvamess]

"Hey, you're the one who left," Blitzø shoots back. He'd had some plans in mind but that hits home hard enough for his chest to ache and he immediately curls back in against Johann, pulling him into another kiss.

"Don't fucking do that again. I wasn't sure you'd remember me when I got here..."

[monsterjohann]

He returns that kiss, tentacles wrapping around him. "I meant why did it take so long for you to take your clothes off," he laughs, but this is much better anyway. "And how could I forget your ugly, fucking face?"

[helluvamess]

"Time's bullshit and I had no idea how long it'd be for you before I could see you," he admits. He'd never said it aloud before but... it had been on his mind. Would he arrive right after Johann had left from Johann's point of view or would it be longer?

He stays like that for a moment, just pressed against Johann's body, then Blitzø snags one of those tentacles again.

"But gonna make sure I leave a damn good impression now." He grins and curls his tongue around the tentacle, coaxing it into his mouth and sucking at it with a soft groan.

[monsterjohann]

He moans shamelessly, pulling that tentacle out and sliding it back inside his mouth. He swears softly, under his breath, his long fingers finding Blitzø's cock and stroking him leisurely.

There's no hurry. No reason to rush.

"I'm never letting you out of my fucking sight again anyway," he tells him. "Because having me down your throat is a perfect image."

[helluvamess]

Fuck, that's the good shit, and Blitzø's hips twitch into Johann's fingers, just as shameless as the moan the other man makes. While he's pleased as shit to have Johann talking like that for him, the one downside to the tentacles is that he can't suck them and Johann's actual cock, which is clearly right there and sadly neglected.

A decision has to be made and he pulls away with a wet sound, replacing his tongue with fingers that continue stroking the tentacle, matching Johann's own hands.

"Then lets get me between your legs for more of it, see how many times I can get you off before you pass out."

[monsterjohann]

He leans back on the couch, legs spreading shamelessly for him. "Get me off if you want, but you're going to fuck me before the night is out. I have waited too long." He reaches up, letting go of his cock, and grabs Blitzø's face with his hands so he can kiss him before letting him have what he wants.

[helluvamess]

"What, don't think you can last long enough to wait for that?" Blitzø retorts, letting himself be dragged up into the kiss. He nips at Johann's mouth as they part, a rumble of a purr in his chest as he drops down again. He fully intends to make good on fucking Johann too, and have some fun with those tentacles if he can manage it, but first things first...

He doesn't immediately go for the prize, despite what Johann might expect. Instead Blitzø works his teeth in scrapes and careful nips against the inside of the other man's thighs, leaving the occasional bruise and watching in delight as it immediately fades from sight. He knows better than to break skin and risk Johann's blood and who knew what effect that might have on him, but getting to see his handiwork and a reminder of how resistant to injury Johann is was reassuring.

Finally turning his attention to the goal at hand, Blitzø traces his tongue against Johann's perineum and against his hole, taking a moment to press his thumb against Johann's opening afterwards. "Fuck, should have asked if you had lube here."

[monsterjohann]

Johann shudders out a soft moan, using his hands to run along his horns, the back of his neck, just getting whatever input that he can. Whatever he can feel, whatever he can get, he wants to take. He spent too long by himself to waste this moment right here. He's been dreaming of it.

Each goddamn scrape of teeth and bites makes him shudder and he grips the back of the couch. "If you're going to bite me, then fucking bite me," he moans as soon as he finds that he has breath in his lungs.

Then he's asking about fucking lube and reaches over to swat him on the side of the head. "I'm magical. I can get whatever I want."

And there is some in his other hand that he gives to him.