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Overthrowing a corrupt organization is no easy task, especially when it has the audacity to spread out across the world. The sentinels went out after the scattered pieces of the sun bomb, and that means fighting their way through the hunters protecting it; contrary to what Harvestman might think, their intention isn't simply to slaughter whatever mortals stand in their way.

Just because it works out like that, doesn't make it their fault. Clearly.

Necessity for stealth, and the fact that the sentinels don't really answer to any Master means that no one has much idea of where they are or what they're doing, for several days and nights. It's closing out a full week of radio silence before anyone receives word, and when that happens, it's because half of the sentinels came back.

Arashi is feeling a strange bond with Harvestman at this moment that he can honestly say he's never anticipated: the haven't-bathed-in-days, clothes-held-on-by-willpower kind of bond. His hair is a mess and his makeup is smudged and faded and he's covered in dried bloodstains, but his eyes and skin are bright from healthy feeding, and he can barely stand the thought of getting through even a short debriefing before he can get home, to a bath and his bed and Harvestman, not necessarily in that exact order.

The headquarters of the American coven has relocated fully to the subterranean labyrinth underneath New York for the time being, while they continue to scout for a safe location above ground. When Nicholas hears that Arashi is back, for as long as it takes to give him the appropriate heads up, he instructs someone to find Harvestman and let him know. Arashi beats him to that. The second his phone is returned to him (goddamn Kaleo taking no chances), he sends a characteristically succinct text.

Meet in control room so we can go the fuck home.

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The second his arms are free, they go around Harvestman's neck as Arashi surges into that ferocious kiss, fingers combing through dark hair and doing absolutely nothing to help Harvestman shed the robe. Instead he drinks up the attention, indulging in it shamelessly, and wordlessly coaxing more with every little stroking touch.

His breath leaves him sharply when his back hits the wood, and he sucks it back with a ragged moan, his hips rolling almost unconsciously up into that touch. Even as his insides smolder with steady impatience, he lets himself enjoy the slow burn, gasping his approval for Harvestman's mouth and raking his fingernails again over whatever skin he can reach. The silk of his robe is mostly a tangle around his waist, sleeves still half-draped in the crook of each elbow, and he writhes with eagerness and rolls his head back with a whine.

"John."

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Harvestman chuckles again, shifting up to capture that whine with a fierce kiss. His strokes slow to an agonizing pace, teasing the head of Arashi's cock with a flick of his thumb. He could feel that impatience through every twitch of Arashi's hips, and it was driving him crazy - but he wasn't about to admit it, not when he had the upper hand.

He shifts his mouth to Arashi's throat, biting and sucking between words. "You want me, Arashi? You want me inside you, you want me to fuck you? I want my name on your lips, I want you begging."

He runs the fingers of his free hand along Arashi's lips, dipping them into his mouth. "Suck for me, show me how bad you want me."

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These touches, this attention, all of it conspires to reduce his bones to liquid, as indicated by the needy way that his body ripples toward Harvestman's hands and mouth. All of it is slow and fluid, unhurried, but Arashi is breathless and panting already, sucking in air through his teeth with a hiss.

He doesn't so much as smirk in response. Instead, Arashi weaves his fingers around Harvestman's hand and wrist and seals his lips around the vampire's fingers with an audible moan, reverently stroking skin with his fingertips. His tongue slips between Harvestman's fingers and at first everything is quick and teasing, little licks back and forth, but then Arashi's tongue curls and drags along them and he sucks and lets his eyes fall shut in a parody of absolute bliss.

Only once does he draw them out, to gasp for breath that he shouldn't need, and he leaves hungry bites against Harvestman's fingers in the meantime, arching his back and rolling his hips like water. When he opens his eyes again, there is bright and wicked lust in their black depths. "John, please..."

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The gasping moan Harvestman gives in response, his body shuddering against Arashi's flesh, turns into a deep growl. He takes his slick fingers and runs them teasingly against Arashi's hole, slipping one inside. He stops stroking them, moving his hand to the other's hip to pin him down.

"I want my name on your lips." It's a command, his voice thick and guttural. He leans back, sliding another finger inside Arashi, stretching him at an achingly slow pace. The power he hides, the predator he pushes down is all on display, waiting to devour the vampire underneath him.

Smiling wickedly, he slides his free hand along Arashi's scars, watching him with a deep hunger. "I want you to beg me, Arashi. Tell me you're mine."

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Something flashes in Arashi's eyes, defiant, at the same moment that he sucks in a ragged breath. His hips press down onto Harvestman's fingers and he throws his head back with an inhuman sound, cut off like he's trying to muffle it, forgetting himself for a moment in pure pleasure.

"Fuck--"

His hands grab Harvestman's shoulders and his fingers dig in, nails biting, before they slide up the side of his throat, carding through his hair. He touches Harvestman with urgent lust, meeting his eyes and holding them, shamelessly hard and eager.

"John, I want you in me, don't tease me. I'm all yours, all of me is yours. Please - take me."

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He withdraws his fingers from Arashi, gripping his hips and pulling him closer against his cock. Harvestman enters him slowly, a high-pitched whine escaping his throat. He stops, his breath quick and hard against Arashi's throat.

"I love you," he whispers breathlessly. "I fucking love you."

He moves again, his thrusting slow and cautious. He frees one hand to twist tight in Arashi's hair, capturing his mouth in a hard kiss, deep kiss. He pulls back to chuckle, watching Arashi with a wicked gleam in his eyes as his thrusts increase in strength and speed.

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It's when Harvestman finally fills him that the fangs come down, not with a cry or a gasp, but just a soft click between panting breaths that neither one of them really need. They nick Arashi's own tongue in that intoxicating kiss and the strange, sharp taste of blood and venom mixes between them. Arashi's lips are red again, when Harvestman draws back.

Every slow thrust fucks a breathless little groan out of him, and he holds Harvestman's gaze, flushed but still shameless, sliding both hands up to weave his fingers at the back of Harvestman's neck. It's what he wanted, exactly what he wanted, except now he wants more.

"Harder," he moans, fingernails breaking skin, one hand dropping to Harvestman's ass to squeeze and encourage him while Arashi gasps at his jaw. "Yes, fuck me, yes."

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"Yes," he says, before pressing his mouth hard against Arashi's mouth again, sucking at the stinging taste of blood mixed with venom. He obeys Arashi's plea, care tossed aside as he quickened both speed and force. His free hand roams Arashi's body, desperately clinging and squeezing as if he needed some sort of hold on the other vampire.

The crazy, insane need to breathe forces him to break the kiss at last, gasping against Arashi's throat before he pauses to lean back, shifting the angle on his thrusts. Harvestman moves his free hand to Arashi's cock, stroking it with twisting pumps as he continues to fuck him, watching his face with every bit of hunger he had when they first began.

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He tries to watch Harvestman. Really. It's just difficult when the other vampire is taking his dominant role this well. Arashi feels like his whole body is shaking, and he hasn't even come yet, although that's not going to take much longer -- he sobs and arches his back, and his hands slide down Harvestman's chest and back up again.

It's impossible to decide which sensation he wants more and he tries to move into all of them at once, hips writhing, body twisting, and Harvestman's name falls from his open mouth more than once.

When he comes, his nails tear flesh deep enough to draw blood, had there been any. He wants to breathe and can't, still, as he spills over Harvestman's fingers and seizes up around him. And yet he somehow finds the strength to wrap his legs around Harvestman's waist again, and his hands touch Harvestman's face delicately, drawing him almost close enough for a kiss. "Fuck, I love you," he murmurs. "Come in me."

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Harvestman buries his face in Arashi's neck, his movements frantic and desperate. He comes, his whole body shaking, crying out against Arashi's skin as if he was in pain. The force of it steals his strength; it feels like forever before he could even move, longer still until he remembers how to breathe. The full weight of his body was lying against Arashi, but it still takes effort for him to shift to the side, his arms tight around Arashi's shoulders, face still buried in his neck.

"You're incredible," he says, more of a sigh than words. "Fuck, that was amazing."

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Arashi just... goes boneless, melting into the wood of the veranda without so much as the strength to lift his arms at first. He basks in afterglow and lets out a blissful sound, more than satisfied.

"Have I mentioned how hot your dominant side makes me," he says after a minute or two, finally dragging one hand up to sift through Harvestman's hair.

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"Hrmm." Words were difficult at the moment. He settles for nuzzling Arashi affectionately. When the power of speech does return, he shifts his head to meet Arashi's eyes.

"Married sex is apparently boring and dull, so you'd better get your kinks in now."

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Arashi tilts his head and glances at Harvestman, arching an eyebrow, silently lamenting the fact that he isn't quite close enough to bite. Gentle-like.

"Sounds like a challenge, to me."

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"Good." Harvestman would prefer to quite comfortably tuck himself against Arashi, nuzzling him again. He hooks his fingers around the dogtags, tangling them against his ringed hand.

"Should I buy you a ring?" He sounds sleepy, but isn't; merely content to lay there, so close to Arashi. "I should have bought you a ring."

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Arashi stretches with a hum, and turns himself a little more toward Harvestman, enough to weave his limbs around the other vampire's body. He trails his fingertips up and down Harvestman's back, leaving little kisses on whatever skin is within reach. "You bought me the tags. I like them better."

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Harvestman makes a few soft appreciative noises, hands settling on the back of Arashi's neck and combing through his hair. He loves that hair, far more fiercely than he ever could have imagined, in any color or style Arashi decided on. Like his makeup, it was something Harvestman wouldn't look for in another man, so different from the men he'd been with before. But it was part of what made Arashi who he was, and he couldn't dream of it being any different.

"But how will I show the world you're mine?" It's light and teasing, almost mocking - it was a silly thing to need, a show of possession that went against his morals, however limited those were.

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The affection he feels in Harvestman's touch is truly intoxicating, and though he'd have no fucking clue how to say so out loud, it means a lot to him just to feel it. That's probably what love is like for normal people, but they're sure as hell not normal, and Arashi feels attractive because Harvestman thinks he is.

It goes both ways. Arashi has always looked at Harvestman and seen the whole, never just the sum of the parts. The shape of his eyes that will always let him look young. The often-manipulated fringe of his bangs, the trace of scruff. The deceptively elegant way that his limbs fold up around himself even when he's trying to look small and unimposing, and the perfect face he makes when faced with complete bullshit.

The way he laughs when Arashi's being an asshole. The exactly right fit of their bodies when Harvestman leans against Arashi's shoulder.

Arashi sighs, and smirks down at the other, cupping his jaw and tracing those lips with his thumb. "The world's not that oblivious." It seems to him like everyone already damn well knows who he belongs to, and for the rest, he'll be glad to show them. "But if you want me to wear a ring, you fucking know I'll wear a ring."

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Harvestman laughs, delighted, curling his hand around the back of Arashi's head to kiss him. "We are so fucking obvious, we probably make everyone else sick."

He shifts to meet Arashi's eyes, his smile turning thoughtful. "No, I don't really need you to wear a ring. Just having you with me is enough."

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"Everyone else can fucking deal with it," Arashi answers without a hint of irony. He touches his forehead against Harvestman's, and closes his eyes after a moment, still stroking him gently and enjoying the solid presence of him. His dogtags are trapped between them, and he is aware of the ring around Harvestman's finger.

"I love you," he says, probably breaking some kind of personal record for the number of times he's said it in one night, "and I'm not letting go of you tonight until the sun rises."

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"Does that mean I'll get the chance to suck your dick after all?" He sounds a little too interested for it to be a joke, although at the moment it would take too much willpower to leave the comfort of Arashi's embrace.

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"Oh, like I'm depriving you." With a smirk, he rolls lazily forward to pin Harvestman down on the veranda, and proceeds to bestow numerous pornographic kisses all over his lips and face.

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He'll have to do it through Harvestman's laughter, which he couldn't seem to stop, even during the onslaught of kissing. "Wait, fuck," he gasps, still trying to laugh, breathe, and kiss back at the same time. "Do you want a ceremony? Do you want anything?"

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Arashi continues to kiss him between his words, mostly just to be contrary, but he does at least throw out a wholly indecisive shrug in response to the question. "A ceremony? Fuck, I don't know. Why, do you want that? Stop asking me what I want," he insists, as he slides his hands through Harvestman's hands and kisses him again, "I've got it already."

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"God, no." It's difficult to talk through the constant kisses, but he's not really interested in changing that. "I just - hrmm - fine. Good. That's good."

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It's Arashi's turn to laugh, nuzzling Harvestman's cheek and letting the kisses pause for long enough to do it. "Good," he says right back. One hand drops down, seeks out Harvestman's, the one with the ring. Arashi brings it up to his mouth and kisses his palm, and the sliver of metal on skin.

He's not really considering the actual people in their lives who might be annoyed if they don't have a ceremony, but he's also an asshole and wouldn't much care anyway.