I'll bring the whiskey.

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Every Last Inch - Juli Kidman

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“Is he dead?” he asked, trying not to panic, though it was getting up there, his thoughts racing, his heart pounding. He should have done something. He should have been better, faster, more efficient. “No,” the Host replied, “he went upstairs and then he left. Life signs increased towards dangerous levels and then vanished. There is something wrong with the system.” “Shit, yeah, okay,” Sebastian scratched the back of his neck, trying to think, trying to make sense of that. Something was very wrong. He needed answers. “What’s that thing growing outside of the building? That organ looking thing?” The Host tilted his head the other way, “I am afraid I d not understand your meaning.” Sebastian sighed. This was all getting a bit too weird. Weirder even than it had been in Union. “Okay, can you direct me to the Police Station.” At that the Host seemed to brighten up a bit. “I can give proper directions to Mobius operatives and visitors alike! Simply go down the road to your left for four blocks, until you hit Abbey St. and then turn right, going until you hit Karlson Park. Then you’ll hit a few residential streets so you’ll want to go left again on Baker. You get back on Abbey and then turn right on Erin.” Sebastian tried to memorize it but then the realization struck him. He knew those names. Of course that was where Joseph was. Abbey was his wife, his ex-wife anyway, and Erin was his daughter. She’d been a little bit younger than Lily. He hadn’t seen them for years, even before they’d both been pulled into STEM. Abbey had left him, fallen in love with another man, and moved back up to Canada, taking Erin with her. Joseph had been devastated but he’d kept it close to his chest, he always did.

“Grab onto my hand!” a voice ordered and the he could see the hand, like an angel’s hand, bright gold and glowing, like there was fire just under the skin. He had no choice. “I will make you strong again, just grab onto me!” He did. He reached out. The skin felt like fire and it consumed him as he was dragged out, the flames spreading down his torn shirt sleeve, setting his nerves off and then extinguishing them. Smoke filled his lungs when he tried to cry out, the burning taking away his breath. But beyond that, sinking through the agony of being burned alive, as the large shape of glowing death, like the sun in human form, dragged him away, was the feeling of his skull cracking open. It felt like a jagged break and then there was something inside of it being shoved forward, upwards and out through his empty socket. It smoldered into being, long lines brushing over his nose and forehead, down his cheek and throat. It was marking him. And then he could see. He wasn’t being dragged by an angel, he was being dragged by a man, who was slight and hunched over and dressed well but had been for far too long. His shirt was untucked and stained with sweat and his waistcoat was undone. His sleeves were rolled up and there was a mass of scar tissue down each of them, thin and white and bright through the smear of blood. The world spun and Stefano found himself thrown over the man’s shoulder, and they were running, moving faster than Stefano had ever expected, faster than Sebastian could run, that was certain and he’d taken up jogging recently. The man was saying something, but Stefano couldn’t hear him, not with how his head still felt like it was splitting.

More promo for my old fic, A Detective in Junction! Gods there were some cool ideas in here.

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“Don’t want to hurt me?” Joseph followed him, not giving him time to right himself, just climbing the stone and hopping off of it, landing on Sebastian’s chest, sprawling. “Oh, that’s cute. After all this time? After you left me behind? After I was shot in front of you and you did nothing while I bled out in the street? Now you don’t want to hurt me?” He was straddling Sebastian and he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, not enough anyway. He didn’t know what he could say to appease Joseph anyway. He was right. Everything that he was saying was right. Sebastian had failed him. Sebastian deserved all of this. Joseph dropped the ax to one side, changing over to his hands. He wrapped them around Sebastian’s throat, squeezing. For a moment it was slight, hardly enough to do anything. “This do anything for you Sebastian?” he cackled, “I remember it used to. After all this time, I’d bet you got yourself a new squeeze, huh? You couldn’t be bothered with waiting long enough to mourn could you? You little slut?” Sebastian grit his teeth, pulled in the best breath he could before the pressure intensified. His hand was reaching, his eyes lolling, looking for the ax. Joseph had dropped it just to his right. It was far away, just out of reach. It was always just out of reach. In STEM, whatever he needed, it would always be just out of reach. His left came up to his throat, to scratch at Joseph’s fingers, not getting anywhere through the leather. There were dark spots in his vision. He could feel his body try to fight, try to push him off, but it was awkward, his legs still sprawled over the back of a gravestone. Joseph’s fingers tightened. His hand searched, his fingers finding smooth wood but unable to grasp it.

“No, my darling,” Stefano wanted to reach for her, but she was trying to kill him, and no matter what his heart told him, he had to follow his brain for this one. “No, we wouldn’t have abandoned you. I never wanted to abandon you. I was a child though, I didn’t know what to do.” “You were my big brother, you were supposed to take care of me!” “And I was under the same pressures as you! To be perfect, to be skilled, to be everything that they wanted me to be. I didn’t think I needed to take care of you because you were always so much better than I was! No, Gabriella, you were always so good, so wonderful. I failed you, I never abandoned you.” The tendrils were covered in spikes, the spikes the thorns of the roses that they had crawled up the side of the apartment building. They were so long. They would reach him. He had no choice but to fall. “You didn’t forget me?” she asked, the vines reaching towards him. He had. He had forgotten everything. He had forgotten their parents’ names, he had forgotten the name of the building they’d grown up in, he had remembered only the things that had influenced his art. Her blood, the roses, her eyes as she lay there, dying, looking up at him. He had dreamed of it, had savored her death in the forgetting of who it was who had died. “I never stopped loving you,” he answered instead, knowing that lying would make her destroy him, that telling her the truth would destroy them both. “I want you to know that.” The chain snapped and he started to fall.

More promo for old fic! More! MORE!

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“I could be a prince. Are you a princess?” he asked the air. There was no response though and he slowly realized that he was, once again, completely alone in this place. He sighed, unsatisfied, and started once more on his path. There was something though, that caught his eye. As she’d turned him around, lead him back and forth, she had directed him at a small homey cafe. He had to laugh at the name, “JoesCups”, as a reference as to why they were there. There was some outdoor seating and, on the one closest to him, there was a large bouquet of forget-me-nots and blue roses. He was fairly certain that the girl he’d been speaking to had a favorite color. Leaning up against the vase there was an envelope and he knew that it was for him. He went over and lifted it, finding that it was overly perfumed to the point of headache inducing and the handwriting on it was ridiculously curled and decorative. “Mr. Valentini.” Whoever this girl was, she had an idea as to what sort of refined taste she wanted, but she hadn’t quite figured out how to curate it. His curiosity was too great to treat the envelope with reverence and he tore it open to find a light blue sheet of paper underneath, the writing on it still over the top and, added to that, written in gold ink. “My dear Mr. Valentini, you are cordially invited to my tea party, where we shall sup on the finest Earl Grey and scones. High fashion, especially a crown or hat, is requested but if you do not have such a hat one will be procured for you. Tea will be served at 2pm on Thursday, the 22nd. I greatly look forward to your arrival and to speak with you further, your new friend, E.M.”

“Shit!” he grit out before realizing it, the teeth of a bear trap digging fiercely into his calf. He fell to one knee, grabbing the sides of it, and pulling on it, trying to get that metal out of himself. “There you are!” the figure cackled and the loop broke, he was running towards Sebastian. The pain was just a slick burn in his leg for the moment, cold daggers that threatened to numb his leg. He still had a few seconds before it would flare into agony. He tore the trap open the rest of the way, freeing himself and falling back as the ax came down, right where his neck had been a millisecond before. The figure pulled back, ready for another swipe as Sebastian fought to get back on his feet. “After all this time, you still haven’t learned to look where your going?” Sebastian could see him now, could see the sores and the puss, his irises yellow as red encroached the whites of his eyes. He looked the same, was dressed the same, after all this time. He held the ax like it was a part of him, a smile as if it would break his face in two and he would laugh as it did. His voice was wrecked and his skin was peeling with something that Sebastian had only learned after the fact to call a Haunting. “Joseph?” he gasped. The Haunted parody threw the ax down again, barely missing Sebastian’s chest as he swiveled on his good leg, letting the bad one work as a ballast to help him balance.

No new fic today, been busy! So here, have some more Detective in Junction promo!

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He tried to move but there was a joist stuck in his calf, right where the phantom pain of a chainsaw had troubled him for months after he’d first escaped. He grabbed at it and pulled, wrenching it out of his leg. There was screaming from upstairs, high pitched. Lily was calling for him. He shoved himself forward, into the living room proper. He didn’t feel the pain or the blood running down his leg. There was too much else going on. Everything was burning. He didn’t want to go upstairs. He’d already dealt with all this. “Dad! Help!” Lily screamed again and it didn’t matter that he didn’t want to go, that he knew that she was safe, far away from here, with a babysitter and a long list of emergency contacts. He was throwing himself forward all the same, dragging his damaged leg to the stairs that he knew he couldn’t rely on, and climbing them. When more of the roof fell he was knocked down to his hands and knees, forced to climb up them that way, which was better for his still bleeding leg. They’d said it was an electrical fire, but the flames were everywhere. Even over all of the smoke he could smell the kerosene. He forced himself to take the corner, to rip open the door that still had little drawings of butterflies on it. There was a figure, standing in front of the window, a silhouette. She wasn’t Lily. She was much too tall. She swayed slightly, looking at Sebastian in the dark room. There was no fire in here. “Not Mobius, no,” the woman sighed, her voice airy but self assured, “You’re fun. I’ve never seen someone do this so soon after arriving.”

The flames were everywhere, he was surrounded, all but one path and in that path was a man in black, a red scarf around his neck and a cane in his hand. “All this time, Stefano, and you’re still tricking yourself with these distractions?” Theodore’s voice was the same as it had been, that deep tone with just enough heat to reveal the fire within him. “You are more than this. You are more than Stefano Valentini, house boyfriend. Where did your inspiration go?” Stefano took a step back, feeling the flames at his back. Theodore wasn’t impressed, not by him, not by his response. “When did you last create something?” he asked, a hand going behind his back before coming back and reaching towards him, holding his Ventura. He hadn’t. He hadn’t made anything since Union, in almost a year. He didn’t think he could, not with the physical therapy and the therapy and with taking care of Lily and being with Sebastian and with being a normal human being. He’d done some drawings with lily but he had made no art. Theodore was standing there, in his way, the camera outstretched. He didn’t think he had a choice here. “I’m not joining you, my old friend,” Stefano explained as he took the camera in hand, the weight rapturous against his fingers, “you are already dead.” “Of course,” Theodore smiled at him, “I wouldn’t dream of asking you to. I’m just here to remind you of what you could be, the power you once possessed. In here, you could be an artist once more.”

No new fic today, too sleepy to write (and now I've been awake for... 17.5 hours) BUT here's some old fic for you!

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“Kidman texted me last night,” he said, not lifting his head to make eye contact. “She found my old partner, back from KCPD, in an abandoned Mobius facility. He’s over in Tennessee and I- “And you intend to go there and fish him out, is that it?” Stefano interrupted, his cup hiding his face. “This would be Joseph, correct?” Sebastian balked. “I told him about Uncle Joseph,” Lily raised a hand meekly. “You went into the bad place with him the first time, right? You think he’s still in there or do you think he’s a bad guy now?” Sebastian looked from Lily to Stefano, his mouth still open. “You knew about him?” “Lily used him as an excellent teaching tool to explain your sexuality to me,” Stefano waved the question off. “You do realize that there is no way that you’re going alone, correct?” “You’re not coming with, neither of you,” Sebastian glared, trying not to let any real anger shine through, “Kidman will be there, I’m not going to be alone. And no, I don’t think he’s Mobius. He’s probably still in STEM.” “That’s not going to happen,” Stefano placed his coffee on the table, crossing his arms. “I am going with you.” “You lost enough to STEM,” Sebastian shook his head, “and to Mobius. When I said you’re never going back there, I meant it.”

“Hello,” the woman said as they drew near, her voice a perfect monotone. Stefano hated her immediately. Everything about her was flat and bland, even though she was glowing faintly, even through her bland gray pantsuit. “You may call me Luci. Welcome to Junction.” Stefano was impressed. He wasn’t expecting the A.I. to look so human. It was accurate but uncanny, just slightly off in the motions. She cocked her head, eyes looking them over in a mechanical manner and Stefano was brought to the conclusion that she was scanning thm. “I am an A.I., set in motion to accommodate and direct Mobius scientists through Junction. The fact that you do not recognize me give me cause to believe that you are an infiltration in the system. Name and registration, please.” Sebastian looked at Stefano, but he had no registration here either. “We were sent in for repairs,” Stefano explained, trying to come up with something believable, “and we are not altogether Mobius scientists. We were not given proper registration numbers as we were expected to meet other scientists here. Give us a moment to contact our superiors?” She looked at him as blankly as before. “There have been no Mobius agents within STEM in 298 days. The Cores are out of alignment and need to be re-calibrated. There is a long list of repairs that need to be accomplished, but I cannot allow you entry until you have your registration.” “Understood, my dear,” Stefano gave her a smile that would have charmed a real woman of her ilk. She did not respond to it. “We will return momentarily.” He still had Sebastian’s hand in his own and he turned them to go back a few steps, pulling out the radio that was stuck on his belt, unnoticed until just then. Sebastian was looking at him quizzically but that was fine, there were many times in which Sebastian didn’t catch onto things as readily as he did.

Time for the backlog of fic! This is a long one, and a sequel at that! I loved this fic way back when.

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Sebastian felt his throat tighten and then Stefano’s grip followed suit and he was pounding into Sebastian once more, as if he hadn’t just confessed something dark and lovely to him, something that Sebastian knew he would never say in English. He felt his eyes start to water again, though this time it was for a completely different reason than the pleasure. Stefano was setting a bruising pace though and Obscura pulled his hand away from the wound in his side, remembering to display him properly. Sebastian cried out at the change, at how his body was twisted, at how the dried blood cracked open and he was allowed to bleed once more. The pressure was building once more, that urge to come, his cock thick and heavy and more sensitive than before. He knew he hadn’t come yet, there was no evidence of it, no sticky trail on his stomach, no stains on his shirt. He wanted to. He needed to. “Stefano! Stefano, please! I need to come. Please, fuck! Oh god! Please, let me come?” he knew that he was begging, he knew that he should feel shame at it, but after what Stefano had just said he knew that he couldn’t feel quite as humiliated as the man in power did. He pretended that he didn’t know any of it, that it was more insults, because he couldn’t handle the truth at the moment. Stefano fucked him hard, punishing, just as hard as he had the first time Sebastian had begged to come. This time though, his hand didn’t go for Sebastian’s balls. It went for the wounds in his hand and he pressed, his fingers sliding against and slightly into the wounds. Sebastian screamed, bolting upright as every muscle in his body tensed and Obscura had to shove him back down, put her foot back on his chest to keep him from struggling too much. Stefano was coming harder this time, jack hammering into him as he did so. Sebastian was sobbing before Stefano stopped, before he pulled out.

They’d come into this with a plan, something to suit both of their needs. They’d thought that Sebastian would be the one to break first, that Stefano could handle such a disgusting distraction. Sebastian hadn’t even thought that it would break him faster, that he would harbor feelings that didn’t stroke his own needs. Stefano kept going, same place, picking up the pace. “Can I… non importa, sono così sciocco...” he trailed off into muttering. “What?” Sebastian squeezed out between two large gasps, his dick jumping at the feeling of Stefano against his prostate. “It doesn’t matter,” Stefano shoved into him harder, as if to distract Sebastian from his words. “Please?” Sebastian asked and his hand scrambled, went for Stefano’s and he threaded their fingers together, feeling more vulnerable at the sensation of his skin against the leather gloves. “Please?” Stefano wrapped Sebastian’s cock with his free hand and Sebastian arched his back again, crying out, feeling his desire to orgasm double with that simple touch. Stefano jerked him hard, matching the speed of his hips, and Sebastian wasn’t going to last. He could see the desire, the lust, and the sorrow in Stefano’s eye. His pupil was fully dilated and there were tears forming, clumping in those thick and long eyelashes. His mouth was a scribbled line, pulled so tight in a tense frown that his lips were almost impossible to see. “No! No,” Sebastian pleaded, “Not that, that’s not what I was asking for.” Stefano didn’t release him, though he lessened his grip and his speed. He was still fucking Sebastian just as hard and his orgasm was building, but he had to know what Stefano needed.

Oh I hope the gif still works! It was so so hot back in the day. Here, have some old steseb.

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“Oh, of course,” the man was saying, panic rising in his voice, “of course you’re here. I understand.” He made it to the gap and gasped, stilling at what he saw. Because there was Stefano, still alive, still whole. Or at least, mostly. His shirt had no buttons and it was dingy, blackened, and ruined. His scarf was just a rag around his throat. His gloves were still there, but they were ratty and faded. There wasn’t an inch of him devoid of a burn or a streak of charcoal. He barely looked like himself. He only had one shoe and no belt and he was standing, facing the harbinger that had strode into the room. Sebastian couldn’t see from the angle that he was at, but from Stefano’s movements he was certain that the man was undoing his slacks, confirmed by how the fell down his jutting hips and bunched around his thin ankles. Even the skin there was burned and blistered. He didn’t understand, he wasn’t sure he wanted to understand, but Stefano was walking towards the harbinger, unafraid, and dropping to his knees and the filthy floor before it. He was parting the black robes and reaching in, finding and dragging out a large, half hard cock. The harbinger just stood there, knees slightly bent, and put a gloved hand on Stefano’s head, directing him. Sebastian put a hand to his mouth. Even though it was only half erect it looked far too large of a thing for Stefano to handle, looked like it was something that would kill him. The harbinger was big, bigger even than Liam had been.

“Fuck,” Sebastian whimpered, feeling his own orgasm so close to pushing him over the edge. He had said it quietly, just under his breath, but it was still loud enough to draw the attention of the harbinger. It pulled out somewhat, glaring at him without visible eyes. Sebastian started to pull back, but there was nowhere to go. It had already seen him. The fact that it was pulling away from Stefano, the fact that it hadn’t yet come but had stopped, drew Stefano’s gaze in the same direction. His eyelid was dropped, his mouth slacked, and he was breathing heavily, chest heaving. His eye locked onto Sebastian’s though and he smirked, as if he still had some power here. “Enjoying the view, Castellanos?” he asked from his place on the floor. There were track marks on his face from the tears. The harbinger stood up, releasing Stefano’s wrists to take him by the hips instead, carrying him over to the gap in the wall. Sebastian’s throat was dry, his hand stopped where it was. They were going to kill him. They were going to do something terrible. He felt like his own cheeks would blister from how hot they were. Stefano’s face came up to his through the gap in the wall, his hands on either side of it. Sebastian could still see most of his body, could touch him if he wanted to, but for the moment he was frozen. This was the man that had kidnapped Lily, the man that he had left dead on the floor with a bullet in his head. There was no way that this was happening. “Look at you, you’re depraved,” Stefano said, eye flicking down to Sebastian’s cock. “You want to be inside of me, don’t you?”

More old old the evil within smut!

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Laura & Ruben • ラウラ & ルベン

Old art ofc. Still kind of proud of this one tbh. Poor guy just wants his sister back rip.

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“I’m upstairs!” Sebastian responded and Stefano went to the stairs, dread starting to build in him. He didn’t like all this sneaking around, he didn’t know what Sebastian was planning, what he was doing, but for some reason, for many reasons, Stefano could only think that whatever Sebastian was up to would be a problem. He thought back to the week before, that strange phone call that he’d never asked about. That had been the start of all this. He went up the stairs slowly, trying to formulate what he was going to say. He could pretend that he hadn’t noticed anything, that Lily hadn’t said anything, and just go along as if he didn’t know there was anything the matter. He didn’t want to do that, he wanted to nip this in the bud. There was an iceburg in his chest. He went to their bedroom. Again, he felt like he should knock. There was that 4am isolation, that feeling where the house is bigger than remembered, when the floorboards creaked more loudly, that felt of a terrible nostalgia he didn’t remember the cause of. It made the iceburg freeze the muscles around it.

“Yeah, it’s yours,” Sebastian kissed his cheek. “It was a bitch to find too.” Stefano opened the book, finding it filled with photographs, most of which he didn’t remember taking, but all of them his. They all had explanations beside them, what the photograph meant to him and to the world. Most of them were nudes and flowers and terribly staged. He’d improved so much since then. “Lily can’t look at this,” Stefano decided, his heart buzzing, another feeling that he didn’t have a name for taking over him. It felt like all of him was about to vibrate out of his skin. It felt felt good, wonderful. He couldn’t stop smiling, even as he realized that he was crying. He didn’t know if he’d ever felt so much in one go. “Page 94,” Sebastian instructed, wiping the tears from Stefano’s cheeks so they wouldn’t drip onto the paper. Stefano flipped to it and there it was, taking up the entire page, his masterpiece, the photo that changed it all. Kyle Marks, in all of his glory, flames and shrapnel piercing him, an explosion of blood and life, a bouquet of everything he had been. Tucked between the pages was a note in Sebastian’s hand.

From the backlog, more stefseb

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“Feel free to kiss each other,” Joseph offered, “You’ve deserved this. You’ve both been such good boys for me.” Stefano moaned though, back arching so his chest left Sebastian’s as Joseph penetrated him, fucking him roughly. He only gave Stefano a few cruel jabs before pulling out and sliding into Sebastian instead, making him shudder as he cried out. He went from one to the other, as if he couldn’t figure out which hole he licked more. Stefano’s cock rolled against Sebastian’s the hypersensitivity rising, Sebastian’s previous orgasm nullified as a new one started to form. He latched onto Stefano’s mouth, kissing him hard, pressing against him, as Joseph slid back into him, the sensation starting to become too much. “Gorgeous,” Joseph choked out as he filled Stefano once more, “You’re both so beautiful like this.” He went back into Sebastian, this time pulled out enough to put the dildo back into Stefano and he fucked them both, hard and ruthless, harder than before, the dildo against his stomach so that he could ride them in unison. Their kisses became sloppier as they moaned, as they tried to hold on, as they tried not to come.

Sebastian couldn’t stop himself from moaning loudly with each thrust, as they picked up, as he felt something other than just being full. The sounds were harsh and uncontrolled. Joseph was right. They didn’t have any self control. That’s why he was there. Joseph picked up the pace, burying his face into Sebastian’s hair as he started a pace that betrayed how worried he’d been just moments before. It was like he was just fucking one person, not two, with how they were thrusting into him, as they humped into him, as he felt his inside stretch to accommodate. Sebastian’s hands were tight in the sheets, unable to grab at Stefano’s skin with how he was pinned or Joseph’s shirt with how he was angled. All he could feel was that pressure and the pressure built and he came so hard, so much earlier than he ever had before, the sounds coming out of him almost a scream. Stefano came right after him, grabbing a hold of him as his hips stuttered and he cried out. He stayed inside though, stayed still, as Joseph continued, his first orgasm making the next take longer to build. It was almost too much now, it was almost to the point that Sebastian would say something, but then he was coming too, swearing against Sebastian’s ear.

one last promo for this old TEW story!

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“Look at that, look how good he is, how beautiful? Deserves the world this one, but we’ve only gotten what, three? We still have a long way to go.” He took Stefano’s cock in hand once more, finding that it wasn’t quite as hard as it had been and started to jack him again, keeping the strokes rough and hard and grueling. Stefano gasped and thrust, and Sebastian kept the camera as still as he could as he focused it on Stefano’s hardness, as the precome dribbled down the sides. “Please, please, Capo, please!” Sebastian let go of him, moved the camera to catch his harsh breathing and waited only a few moments before taking his cock in hand again, to give it the same treatment as Stefano gasped and shook, swearing as his orgasm built fast and powerful, as he was shaking, trying not to let it get the best of him, and then he was swearing in Italian, the words fast and running together. Sebastian let him go, smiling wickedly. They were almost half way there.

“A bit more?” he asked, rolling his knuckles inside of Stefano, only now noticing how wet his face was, “A bit more and then we’ll move on, alright?” “Please?” Stefano sounded close to begging, to really begging, instead of just asking. Sebastian picked up the camera once more and started to jam his fist into Stefano, the motions fast and violent and dangerous and Stefano was screaming now, his back arching, the tears large and fat on his face. Sebastian stopped almost suddenly and he slowly pulled his fist out of Stefano, releasing it as he did, listening to Stefano sob. “That okay?” he asked, finding his hands stroking Stefano’s twitching thighs. His knees were so drawn up now, it was as if he was hiding from the world, but his wrecked hole was still on display, still open, lube slowly leaking from it. Stefano’s words were quiet, almost impossible for him to hear. “Per favore, scopami, amore mio, mia luce, per favore, ho bisogno, di arrivarci, ho bisogno di venire. Ti amo. Ti amo, ti amo. Per favore.” Sebastian kissed his eyelid, pulling himself up once more along Stefano’s body. “Four more, alright? Just four more, and then you can come.” He was half expecting Stefano to end it right there, to use his safe word, to call for a break. Instead he just nodded and turned his head, hiding it under his hair. His eye was still open, just a sliver of blue visible, staring at Sebastian through it.

Some old Jostefseb smut! God I love hurting men

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Stefano Valentini • ステファノ・ヴァレンティーニ

More old art, this is still my favorite Stefano sketch I ever did, I was so proud of the hair!

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“You’re fidgeting, mio caro,” Stefano noted, not taking his eye off of the camera. “You are not camera shy, are you?” Sebastian dragged his hand down from his neck, where he’d been scratching absentmindedly. “Not exactly.” “Well good, we are doing on his orders, are we not? You do not wish to disappoint him.” Sebastian could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, the blush starting already. He did not want to disappoint Joseph, not at all, and he’d said that he’d be alright with this. This wasn’t much different from one of their usual scenes. It was just that it was going to be recorded and sent digitally to a man on the other side of the planet. There was no way that any of this would go wrong. Stefano left the camera for a moment, going to Sebastian, running his hands down Sebastian’s arms, gentle and warm. He wasn’t wearing his gloves, he never did, when it was just the three of them. He and Joseph both knew how much Sebastian needed to feel their actual skin against him. “We don’t have to do this. I can text Joseph, tell him you weren’t feeling up to it. He’ll understand.” Sebastian shook his head. He could do this. He was going to do this. Lily was at a friends, they both had the day off, there was no other time they’d be able to try something like this. He just had to shake off the nerves. “No. No, I can do this.”

“Do you see this, Maestro?” he asked the camera, “Do you see how good our Sebastian is being for us? Do you see how badly he wants to impress us?” He pulled Sebastian’s cheeks apart and pulled back, making him fold forward, his bound hands falling to the mattress to support himself. “Look at how wet he is, already, Maestro. So excited to be good for us. His reaction to touch is just,” he slid his fingers down again, lightly stroking Sebastian’s cock, and his whole body jerked in response, “magnifico.” He turned the vibrator up and Sebastian straightened, his thighs shaking as Stefano chuckled darkly. “Oh, I am going to have such fun with you, mi amor. Are you ready for more?” Sebastian nodded, burying his face in Stefano’s shoulder. He knew that his skin was sore, that the redness of his cheeks was visible, but he could handle it now, he was sure of it. He could always stop it, if he had to. He was sure that Stefano had known just how close he was before, to not being able to handle it any further, since he’d given his beaten flesh a bit of a break. “Back in position then, pet,” Stefano kissed his temple and he squirmed, pulling himself out of Stefano’s lap to lay upon it once more. His cock was still hard, the foreskin barely able to hide the head of it, and, as sore as Sebastian was, he knew that Stefano couldn’t be comfortable with his erection like that. He wanted to give him some relief too.

More old TEW fics. I still adore this game, it sucks.

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“Hey!” Sebastian growled as Stefano tossed him over his shoulder, stepping forward into a plume of blue smoke to arrive at the foot of the hotel. It was undignified but Sebastian couldn’t truly complain. He was hurting too much, and Stefano was warm and real and supportive. But there was a guardian laughing and running around in front of the hotel. Sebastian had told himself he would take care of her on his next excursion out for the past three trips out. Stefano wasn’t even in the hotel yet, was fumbling with the doorknob, his hand slimy from both of their blood. He couldn’t get through in time. Her saw went through his side, cutting deep, as he threw Sebastian inside, screaming out as his blood splattered into the building and soaked into the carpet. Sebastian turned over, watching, as Stefano fell off of it, into the lobby, onto his hands and knees. He kicked the door closed behind him and that was enough to keep the guardian out. She knew that she couldn’t fit inside and she wouldn’t try.

Stefano added another finger and for a moment Sebastian thought that he was going to tear, that it was too much, but then Stefano hollowed out his cheeks and he came, all of his muscles clenching to the point that Stefano’s fingers were almost pushed out of him. He could feel more of his liquids spill, coat his hole and those fingers, before all of his muscles relaxed and Stefano was chuckling, pushing himself back in, finding the way easier, and Sebastian was grunting and moaning with each thrust. The world turned and Sebastian shouted, falling onto the rug, being turned by hands that we too rough, by a man who didn’t care about his well being, who didn’t treat his aging body like it was something fragile. He could feel the roughness of Stefano’s fingers digging into his sides as he positioned him, as he forced Sebastian’s back at an odd angle, and spat on his hole. It was rough and cruel and wonderful and he choked out a long moan as Stefano slid staggeringly into him, his cock so long and it felt like it was stretching him forever. He didn’t give Sebastian time to adjust, he never did. He just went as deep as he could and started to pound into him, almost like a dog in his desperation, in his lust. Even in his pose, on his knees behind Sebastian and then curled over his back, was more animal than man. It wasn’t something that he’d expected of Stefano, not something that he’d imagine the man falling to, such indecent carnal positions.

Old fic today! Stefseb fic at that!

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'this is dangerous' He shoved it down. It didn't matter. They could both be dead seconds after stepping out the door. Sebastian's stomach had just a fine layer of fat on it and a dark trail of hair that lead his attention down further. He licked his lips, watching how the lax muscle jumped under his touch, hearing Sebastian’s breath hitch as he moved up to nibble on his earlobe. 'he's married' He didn't care. Even though he'd met Myra, evern though he knew how she'd work her rage against him if she found out. His fingers went under the waistband of Sebastian's jeans, finding the lump that had formed there, folded uncomfortably in the restriction. “You poor man,” Stefano cooed into Sebastian’s ear, relishing in the shiver it produced, “how long have you been pent up like this?” “Too long,” it came out like a punch to the gut and Sebastian was taking control, grabbing Stefano by the shoulders and pushing him off, shoving him down onto the floor of the safe house. His hands were rough and vulgar, grabbing at Stefano's shirt and tearing, not caring about the buttons. ‘He's going to destroy you’

“What? No!” Sebastian pulled his pants off the rest of the way before settling down on the couch, slouching terribly with his knees spread wide, inviting, even after what Stefano had done. “I've had sex! I have a daughter! I've just never, you know…” “Received?” Sebastian covered his face, failing at hiding the blush that spread under his chest hair. Stefano positioned himself on his knees, right before Sebastian, spitting into his hand. “I see, I'll see if I can muster up a modicum of mercy for you.” Flames filled his mind, wrapping around him, filling him, and he had to slow down, had to breathe, in order to not shove himself in all at once at the burst of fire behind his eyes. It wasn't just the sensation, how wonderful Sebastian felt against him, even when he was only half way inside. There were images, flickering in his mind, old lovers leaving before the sheets had cooled, men who took without giving, women who expected his all, and each was more overwhelming than the last. His father's words, when he'd learned the truth of Stefano's nightly activities, echoed with the images, mixing with that deeper voice. “It’s okay,” Sebastian murmured, bringing him back. He’d leaned forward, put his hand on Stefano’s cheek, brushed the hair away from his eye. He wanted to pull away, he wanted to hide, especially that part of him. It was ugly, when it wasn’t in use. “It doesn’t hurt. You can move.”

More old TEW fics!

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He wasn’t sure why Sebastian was ashamed of this. Every time he’d reached for Stefano, something had held him back. He wondered if it was because of Myra. They’d run into his wife a few times and Stefano wondered if Sebastian wanted her again, if his love for her was stronger than his will to survive, if he was still loyal to the woman who had willingly become a monster. He knew the answer to that though. Of course. Sebastian was loyal to a fault. Sebastian only needed him for as long as they were in Union. Once they had Lily he would be an enemy once more. But the touches, right now, were nice. “Do you even want this?” His eye snapped open, staring at Sebastian, at the way the blush had slowly crept to his ears. His eyes were on Stefano’s lips, as if he couldn’t bear eye contact, which Stefano was fine with, was used to, but not from Sebastian. People didn’t know where to look at him. Sebastian’s teeth were in his lip though, marking it with little red lines as he breathed, unmoving.

Sebastian shook his head, “No, no, Stefano. You owe me nothing.” “I stole your daughter.” “I almost killed you.” Stefano sighed, a long exhale, trying to clear his lungs of all the stale air he held. “I don’t know. I don’t know what you want from me.” “Just stay with me? A little longer. I don’t want to scare you, not with my anger problems, not with anything. I want you to feel safe.” Stefano cocked his head, studying his features. “This sounds like the beginning of some kind of deal.” Sebastian gave him a small smile and he could feel his heart melt a little at that. Sebastian’s eyes were so soft, so kind, most of the time, and, paired with that small smile, there was no way that Stefano wouldn’t at least try. “Just, be a little bit nicer to yourself, would you?” Sebastian held his hand over Stefano’s knee for a moment and, when he didn’t flinch or move away, let it settle there, warm against his bare flesh. “Try to ignore what everyone else told you about yourself, remember how you think of yourself instead, and pull that through.”

More old fic promo! I miss my old hyperfixations so much

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His prey though, had made into one of the back rooms, so close to the trigger of his trap. Stefano stepped from his vantage point to a point nearby, focusing and readying his camera. It wouldn’t be all of it, he couldn’t stay and watch the man get torn apart, for his creation, as beautiful as she was, did not like to be watched while she worked. He had learned that time and time again, but it was still tempting to learn again. The door opened, and he took his shot. The stranger was frozen, as if in the moment of death but no, Stefano couldn’t kill him, not yet. He was interesting, more interesting than any of his other subjects lately, and he wasn’t ready, not yet. This one, he wanted to prepare, get that fear heightened to new heights. Death was enough for some, but this one, this one feared something much worse. The photograph wasn’t exciting, wasn’t much of anything really, just a fragment of the true terror that he could capture, wring out of this man. He left it there, so the stranger would see it, perhaps get some bit of semblance as to Stefano’s true purpose here.

Sebastian put his hand on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, as he went through his gear. He only had one syringe left. He didn’t think Stefano exactly deserved it but he didn’t have any other options left to him in the moment. When Stefano saw it though he was more tense then at the prospect of having a knife pulled out his body. He fell off of the gravestone in his squirming attempt to get away. His mouth had blood in it from keeping himself quiet and he looked even worse than before, but now he looked like a wild animal, desperate to escape him. “Hey, this is supposed to help,” Sebastian tried to calm him down, getting down on his knees, “it should heal you up. I’m not going to hurt you.” At that Sebastian paused. He had come with every intention of hurting Stefano, of killing him if necessary. He couldn’t believe how easily swayed he was. “No, not with that, please!” Stefano’s voice was higher than usual, his pupil fully blown. There was no talking to him in this state, no way to take care of him, “I’d rather you kill me here then use that!” Sebastian put it away, keeping his eyes on Stefano. He calmed down as soon as it was out of sight, not fully, but enough that he wasn’t dragging himself through the grime on the floor, leaving a slick trail behind him.

He stood in front of the tower, in front of the flames, his head bowed. His back was still scorched, his belly still full of pieces of shotgun shell. Paolo would be displeased, having to fix him up again. He doubted he could even get through the flames now, didn’t have that drive, that adrenaline to overexert himself. He didn’t need to. The flames parted, leaving a charred path for him to walk through. He could see the disciples, stopped in place standing at attention, as if he’d ever been more than an army photographer. They looked at him as if he was someone important. He had been, but that was a different life. He tried not to let his pride swell. He would not be an artist anymore, he would not be powerful, he would not sway the world with his creations. He would be a slave. He had handed himself over so willingly, and seeing Sebastian safe, he wouldn’t change it for the world. The doors opened for him. Paolo was standing at Theodore’s side. He was smiling apparently pleased. Theodore did not seem impressed, but took a step back to let Stefano in. “Welcome, Stefano,” he said, unmoving, “welcome home. Stefano closed his eye, letting his shoulders slump, whatever fight there still was within in, fall disparagingly, to the floor.

A LONG fic promo from 2018, A Doctor in Union, my The Evil Within masterpiece! I was so proud of this back then.

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“If only I had my camera,” Stefano winced as the pressure on his chest released and Sebastian was looking at him, bared and bleeding. “Don’t talk like that,” Sebastian glared down at the bullet hole, which had just barely grazed a lung before coming out the other side. “You’re not dying or anything.” Stefano chuckled but that led to coughing and gasping and trying to breathe and he was slightly aware that he was crying from the pain of it all. He moved his hand, took Sebastian’s hand in his own. There was a safe house nearby, Hoffman’s, and there would be medical care there. He didn’t want to move though and the way that Sebastian was looking at him, he could tell that Sebastian was conflicted about it as well. He and Hoffman didn’t get along and there was a chance she would turn them away. Not to mention that they’d only been gone a few minutes and that magical coffee had had no chance to brew yet. “It’s alright,” Stefano swallowed. “It’s alright.” Sebastian wiped at his own face but that just left a trail of blood and grime on his cheek instead of helping any. “I shot you. I think I’m the one supposed to be doing the comforting here.”

“Don’t interrupt,” he shot and Sebastian shut his mouth with a snap. “I feel a straining, whenever you’re gone, getting supplies, whenever you leave me alone. Worry. I feel hot, right now, but a lot of the time, and I want to put my hands on you, in kindness. I want to photograph you but not like normal. I want to see you when you find Lily, I want to see the smile that you wear when you see her. I want to see you full of joy.” Being awake, talking so much, it was leeching his strength. Sebastian hadn’t continued to try and interrupt him, had just let him talk. Stefano didn’t want to see the look on his face. He wanted to sleep and he wanted to drape himself all over Sebastian and he wanted to feel Sebastian run his hands all very him, make the pain go away with his fingertips. Sebastian pulled away from him, letting cold air pass between them and Stefano kept his eye down, kept himself safe from judgment, because he did care about that, more than was healthy, more than he was sure a psychopath was supposed to. Sebastian’s lips were on his forehead though, pressing a small kiss to his balmy skin, which he knew was just as splattered with dirt and blood as Sebastian’s. He wanted more. He wanted all of Sebastian. But he could see a door in the distance with a red pick on it, and he knew that they were almost there. Almost safe.

archiveofourown.org/works/16471781 More old stefseb

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“It is. It’s hurting you, so it must be.” Stefano sighed, relaxing finally. He put his hands out onto Sebastian’s shoulders. “Sometimes, I do not understand you, Sebastian. That’s all this is. There’s you and Lily and you are strong for her and you are strong on your own. When you put your mind to something there’s no stopping you. You deserve someone who can match you.” “You do match me,” Sebastian interrupted, hoping that he hadn’t. “Only in there,” Stefano’s smile was lopsided and self deprecating. “Out here, where we are real? I have had to lean on you every step of the way. I am unable to do anything for myself. I am not even able to create anything new,” his hands were shaking. His hands were always shaking. Nerve damage, he’d said, so long ago, back when he was getting better, with all of the physical therapy and hospital visits, trying to get back to himself after so long in STEM. He was unable to take a single photograph with hands so shaky. “I am not what I should be. I am not much of anything. I am not the man you deserve.” “You say deserved as if it’s something real,” Sebastian wanted to lean forward, to kiss those words out of Stefano’s mouth. He didn’t want them to fall anymore. “Instead of caring about what I deserve, what about what I want? Because I do want you, in any way that I can have you.”

“Fuck me. Please, Sebastian, I need you to fuck me.” He opened that eye and stared at him with such conviction that Sebastian’s mouth went dry at that as much as it did the concept. He’d never fucked Stefano before. Stefano had always made it apparent who would be fucking who in the bedroom, and it was usually Sebastian on his knees before him, filled and begging for more. This was unexpected and there was no way he would argue it. He got off of Stefano and held out his hand, helping him up off of the couch. Both of them looked a bit silly, sweaty and overwhelmed, so hard that their pants were tenting the best that they could. Stefano’s legs were a bit weak from being sat on and Sebastian picked him up easily, making them both laugh. Lily was at school, they still had a few hours to themselves. There was no need to rush. There was no need for anything, aside from one another. Sebastian took them up the stairs and deposited Stefano on the bed, stripping him of those lounge pants that made him look better than most did in a full suit. Stefano’s legs fell open, revealing his stiff cock, the tip red and shiny with precome. Sebastian licked his lips at the sight of it, as well as that promised hole hidden behind his balls and all of that hair. He ran his fingers through the thick hair, both on his chest and down to his erection and down his thighs. “You really don’t mind that, do you?” Stefano asked.

Old Stefseb smut Ahhhhh I think I've used this concept about deserving a thousand times and this may have been the first one. I will use it a thousand more.

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