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Present Time! [Nov. 4th, 2011|09:25 pm]
Azazel & Riptide's Kingdom


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Present Time!

This is an anonymous present. It is a present for a very special person, who deserves presents. I am uncomfortable naming them. I don't want to out them. They might not like that.

But it is a present, to fulfill a prompt. The prompt is:

"We have that scene where Azazel wore the Captain hat, on the Russian ship. We have Riptide wearing the infamous pool boy shorts earlier in the movie.

So maybe they enjoy role-playing. Give me Captain and Pool Boy, make it very hot. Bonus points if Azazel isn't a jerk." This one here.

Author: Lapin
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the Marvel Corporation, or any of the properties associated with. I make no claims on the property, and profit in no way from the use.
Rating: M
Warnings: Sexual situations
Summary: Emma dares Janos to follow through on his teasing. Janos will not be called a coward.

If Azazel thinks for one minute that Janos doesn't know his eyes are on him whenever he's wearing his white shorts on deck, he's sadly mistaken.

The first time had been a discovery, at least for Janos. Azazel wasn't one for speaking when he didn't have to, and neither was Janos. As far as Janos knew, Azazel barely noticed him. Until the heat called for something a little less layered than a suit, and he took to the deck in a cotton shirt and shorts.

He'd felt Azazel's eyes on him from the steering the whole day, had even caught him twice before Azazel looked away.

So Janos took to a new game to alleviate his boredom, wearing any pair he had, leaving his shirt loose, even going so far as to not brush the curls out of his hair in the morning.

Azazel's eyes followed him.

“You know,” Emma remarked one day, while filing her nails. “Eventually, he's going to want to do more than look.” Janos had raised an eyebrow in question, so she'd clarified. “No one likes a tease, darling. He's going to want some follow through on those promises your ass keeps making.”

“Who says I don't intend to?” Emma had only raised her eyebrows disbelievingly and kept filing. “What? You think I will not?”

“I think you're too scared to do much more than touch yourself and pretend its his tail.” He'd practically burned with humiliation, looking around to make sure Shaw wasn't within hearing range.

Emma,” He hissed, but she just scowled at him.

“I can't help overhearing when you're projecting that loud.” She hadn't sounded sorry in the slightest though, likely more bored with his mind than embarrassed.

“I will.” He promised, but Emma still hadn't believed him. Telepaths seemed to think they knew everything.

Well, he and Azazel were alone on the ship now, Emma and Shaw having gone ashore for some party at a military contractor's. Emma did not think he had the spine to actually do it? Fine.

Azazel looked bored, flipping through a newspaper in a language Janos couldn't read. When he saw Janos, his eyes went up and down him, lingering in places, especially Janos' open shirt. Really, Janos thought, was he even trying to be subtle now?

“What is it?” He asked, eyes still not on Janos' face.

“Nothing.” He sauntered in, and Azazel went back to his paper.

He was wearing the hat again, a trophy he'd obtained from somewhere. Likely somewhere Janos did not want to think about too hard.

It gave Janos an idea.

“So can I call you Captain Azazel now?” Azazel looked up from his paper at Janos again, and there was definitely suspicion there. Janos tried to look innocent, chewing on the end of his sunglasses like nothing was going on. Azazel didn't seem to buy it.

“What game are you playing?”

Janos only shrugged at him, and came closer, leaning back against the wall across from Azazel's chair. He definitely had his full attention now, and he grinned, just a little.

“It is only,” Janos said airily. “If you are the captain, that means you give orders.”

“If I am the captain, what does that make you?” Azazel asked, his voice low. Janos couldn't tell if he was irritated or aroused. Maybe a mix of both. “The pool boy?” He looked Janos up and down again, maybe trying for derisive, but it still just came off as interested.

“If you like.”

His sunglasses fell out of his hand when Azazel was suddenly there, right there, pinning him to the wall, but the loss was quickly forgotten when he felt Azazel's tail sliding up his leg.

“And what orders can I give you?” He looked conflicted, like he was having some internal argument. Janos couldn't have that. Azazel wanted him, of that he was positive, especially now, but whether he intended to follow through was a question. It was entirely possible he thought Janos was only playing with him.

Janos got one hand free, and slid it down Azazel's chest, his stomach, and further down, until he cupped him through his trousers. Azazel was already half-hard, and Janos smirked, pleased at his own prowess.

“You're the captain,” Janos purred. Azazel stared at him, his breathing already sounding a little labored, as Janos moved his other hand down, so he could start unbuttoning Azazel's jacket. “You're in charge.”

Azazel grabbed both of Janos' hands and pinned him again, eyes narrowed.

“What if I want you on your knees for me, right here?”

Janos smiled, and rolled his hips, connecting with Azazel's, letting him see just how interested Janos was in that idea.

“Is that an order?”

Yes.” The tone of Azazel's voice sent a shiver down Janos' spine, and when Azazel let him go, he knelt in front of him, unfastening his trousers, and pulling out his cock. He had not been sure what to expect, Azazel's mutation being so physical, but Azazel was mostly normal in this way. The texture was a little different, harder, and there was what seemed to be ridges along the sides, subtle under his fingers. The head of it was the same as any man's though, and Janos knew what to do with it.

Azazel groaned above him, one hand sliding into Janos' hair to hold him in place, as though Janos might try to escape.

Janos sucked slowly, getting used to it so he wouldn't choke and make an idiot of himself. It would be a fine thing to get so far and end up with Azazel disappointed in him.

When he could take enough in his mouth to make Azazel's hand tighten in his hair, he started to bob his head, but as he did it, a tickle ran up his arm. Surprised, he drew back, and stared down, to see Azazel's tail winding around his arm, the blade pressing into the crook of Janos' elbow.

The hand in his hair pulled his head back so that he had to meet Azazel's eyes, the man's mouth turned down in a frown. “Did I tell you to stop?”

“Sorry,” Janos apologized, his hands up in a placating manner. The hand guided his head back, and he took Azazel back in his mouth easily. Azazel was starting to thrust his hips, just a little , so Janos pressed a palm against his hipbone, stilling him. The game they were playing already had dominant undertones, Janos didn't need Azazel to think he could be used so easily.

Not that he exactly minded the game. Azazel pushing him around got him hard, and he knew Azazel liked it. He had the proof of that right here.

With his free hand, he started rubbing the front of his shorts, his own erection straining against the fabric, but Azazel pulled his head back suddenly, scowling at him again.

“Do not touch yourself. Do not ever touch yourself with me unless I tell you to.” Janos raised an eyebrow, wondering how far exactly Azazel's control was going to go. Still, being denied like that was interesting. He started to go back to what he had been doing, but Azazel pulled him up to his feet, using his tail, and just a bit by the hair he still gripped, just enough for it to be painful.

He disappeared, and reappeared in the captain's chair, his erection standing out against the black of his suit. Azazel held up a hand and crooked his finger.

“Come here.” It was not a request. Janos smiled and strolled over to him, Azazel's tail meeting him halfway, winding around his waist and yanking him forward so that he stumbled. Azazel caught him, pulling him down into his lap, and tugging down Janos' shorts.

Azazel's hand wrapping around his cock was amazing, exactly what he'd been waiting for all of this time.

“Azazel,” He gasped, his head falling forward onto Azazel's shoulder. “Tighter, please,” He obliged Janos, his grip cinching almost painfully around Janos, but exactly right, exactly what he wanted. Azazel's erection was rubbing against his stomach, neglected, so Janos reached down and took it in hand.

“You do not touch yourself. I touch you. Whatever release you get is what I give you, understand?” Janos thought at this point, he would have sold his soul just to come, so he nodded, and that seemed to satisfy the man.

The ache between his legs was becoming unbearable, as his hips thrusted up involuntarily, his body desperate for release. At least Azazel seemed just as undone, meeting Janos for every one, his arm around Janos' waist, gripping his hip as his hand worked Janos.

For Janos, to finally come was a relief, and he panted against Azazel's neck in satisfaction, even as Azazel continued to push up against him.

He came after another minute, warm on Janos's chest. After that, he kept Janos cradled close, breathing into his hair.

After they'd caught their breath, he tucked Azazel back into his trousers, doing up the fly with a smirk, before putting himself to rights. When he tried to slide off though, Azazel suddenly had an iron grip on his arms.

“You came on my jacket.” Janos looked down and saw he was right. He shrugged innocently, unsure of whether or not Azazel was truly angry.

“Take off your jacket when you fuck me.” He suggested. Azazel grinned, and pulled Janos' head back by his hair. Janos was spotting a theme, but found he didn't much care when Azazel used the opening to press open-mouthed kisses to Janos' bared throat.

He released Janos' hair, and started to move his shoulders. He was taking off his jacket, Janos realized, and he tried to help, sliding it down for him with one hand while he secured himself with an arm around Azazel's neck.

“Right now?” Janos asked, but sure enough, Azazel was getting hard underneath of him again. So there were some differences in him after all.

“We have about five hours until they return. How many times do you think I can make you come in that time?”

Janos smiled and ground down on him, the heat inside starting to build again.

“I think, my Captain,” He traced the bill of Azazel's hat, “The question is, how many times can you fuck me in Emma's bed?”


A/N Present is acceptable? I have a mild concussion (hit my head rather badly) and I am just typing like a madwoman. I have no idea why. Head injuries are good for creativity?


[User Picture]From: stormkpr
2011-11-05 01:43 am (UTC)
Oh wow. This is the best gift I've received in eons! You did it. You made it sexy and sassy, and Azazel wasn't a jerk either. It was steamy and just wonderful. And I rarely print off copies of fics but this one will be printed.

Thank you.
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[User Picture]From: tane_the_insane
2011-11-05 03:17 am (UTC)
You're welcome. Sorry it took so long. But I wanted to write you something for being such a great mod around here.
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[User Picture]From: stormkpr
2011-11-05 10:05 am (UTC)
I love it. I also love the way the scene was set up, how it eased perfectly into the hotness.

*Big hug*
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[User Picture]From: kirstenlouise
2011-11-05 01:44 am (UTC)
Mmmmm, delicious! I love Azazel being pushy and dominant. Rawwwwwwrrrr~ ;)

I'm sorry to hear about your injury. I hope you get better soon. ♥
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[User Picture]From: tane_the_insane
2011-11-05 01:48 am (UTC)
Eh. I've had concussions before. No big deal.

I wanted to make him a pushy bastard. I figured it hit the prompt well, since he's supposed to be the "Captain" and all.
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[User Picture]From: realpestilence
2011-11-05 01:50 am (UTC)
Now I'm picturing Emma's face when she comes home and finds...~stuff in her bed. :D

This is rather cute and sassy. I like Janos' confidence, and the hints we get that Azazel is truly affected, under his controlled exterior.
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[User Picture]From: tane_the_insane
2011-11-05 02:58 am (UTC)
Hey, she dared him. I had to make him get her back somehow.

Yeah, I think Azazel actually likes Janos. They'll work it out.
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[User Picture]From: maddiec24
2011-11-05 02:06 am (UTC)
Wow! Love this. *Really* love dominant!Azazel. And you can't go wrong with Captain and Pool Boy.
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[User Picture]From: tane_the_insane
2011-11-05 03:09 am (UTC)
I guess you can't. I had to warm up to the idea, and I've never written anything like this before. So it took awhile.
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[User Picture]From: para_xylene
2011-11-05 03:48 am (UTC)
That prompt was my favorite. Thank you for filling it! Not only for filling it, but for doing so with such skill. Amazing work.
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[User Picture]From: tane_the_insane
2011-11-07 08:31 pm (UTC)
Glad it was satisfactory, and really happy I managed to make two people happy with one post. And also, very happy it came off well in general. I've never written something like this before.
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[User Picture]From: shar_bernadotte
2011-11-05 04:33 am (UTC)
Personally, I think anything that muddles your brain is good for creativity. This was made of awesomeness. Very fricken hot. I must say I love Azazel being a pushy bastard. And tugging on that beautiful hair...purrr.
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[User Picture]From: tane_the_insane
2011-11-07 08:32 pm (UTC)
It's such pretty hair. I think the actor has had a haircut since the movie, but as far as I'm concerned, Riptide still has long hair. Azazel being a pushy bastard hits my buttons too.
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[User Picture]From: forgerness
2011-11-12 05:52 pm (UTC)
Man, I totally tried to write the Captain/Pool Boy thing, but I so totally failed. ;__; God, your writing of them is sexy. Please write Azazel/Riptide forever. I love it. asdlkfachv
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[User Picture]From: tane_the_insane
2011-11-12 06:07 pm (UTC)
Oh, believe me, this was the result of many, many hours spent staring at the computer in frustration. I wanted to introduce the idea of it as dominance thing, and that just took every ounce of my ability to be believable. I had to do it though! I was determined to show Stormkpr some appreciation for all of their hard work on this comm!

I think I'm going to be writing it for awhile. This is really becoming my stress-relief, and I need that desperately.

Thank you for the comments and the compliments. They relieve my horrible self-doubt so much, especially since I love your writing so much. I freaked out so badly when your account was suddenly deleted a few days ago, going "NO, I haven't saved my present!"
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