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It isn’t like they’ll be without any quiet moments, or that they won’t have hotel rooms in between rituals. But for the tour that lies ahead, it won’t be the same measure of privacy as they have here in the abbey, and they’ll miss it after long months on the road.
Outside on the grounds, Imperator has put together a little going away celebration of sorts. No duties for the evening, just some revelry to send the band off in style. Inside, Swiss is shoving Rain against a corridor wall, hands tangled in Rain’s hair, holding tightly while he kisses him. Rain would like the record to show that they are trying to make it back to his room. The intent is there, even if the execution is leaving something to be desired.
“They’re going to notice if we’re gone,” Rain murmurs against his lips when they break apart, only for small moments at a time. His hands roam over Swiss’s chest, and sides, sneaking under his shirt to stroke at his skin. So what if they do? They’re about to be living in each other’s pocket, some last-minute stolen time can’t be that terrible. And even if it is terrible, the way Swiss slides his tongue against his renders him unable to care.
Swiss nips at his lower lip, tugging it when he pulls away. It’s sharper than expected, and Rain gives up a small yelp, the sting of it catching him off guard.
“Watch your fangs,” Rain says, “you’ll split my lip.”
“Pretty boy doesn’t want his face fucked up?” Swiss pulls away, grabs Rain’s bicep, and drags him further down the hallway. They’re going to get to the room, they swear. He picks a pace that’s quicker than is comfortable for Rain, especially being led the way he is. Whatever was in the flask Dew had passed him earlier had made his gait unsteady long before Swiss had kissed him breathless, and getting hauled around like this wasn’t adding to his grace.
“I’m vain,” he laughs, stumbling along. “I have to look good on stage.”
“For who?” Swiss asks. Rain’s smile flickers in the face of his tone. It’s only two words, and he’s a little stupid right now, so more likely that he’s read this wrong, but it sounds forced casual. Fake. “Who are you wanting to look good for?”
“Um. The…audience?” Did he lose the plot somewhere? Swiss’s hand tightens on his arm. Did he just completely miss Rain’s dumb joke, or…?
“What about me?”
“What about you?” Rain has the weirdest feeling he’s in trouble without having done anything wrong.
“Don’t you want to look good for me?”
“I, uh…yes?” Rain’s lost. They turn a corner and he’s waiting for Swiss to give him more of an explanation, but nothing comes. “Should I be keeping my face unmarred for you, specifically?”
“Your face? Sure,” Swiss says easily enough. He finally drops Rain’s arm when they get to the door of the common room, and he has to fish for the keys in his pocket. Rain watches with interest while he fumbles with it, head tilted.
“And the rest of me?” There’s something dark that passes over Swiss’s face, obvious enough that he can see it shift his features even from the sidelong glance he gets, and Rain starts feeling everything click together like pins in a lock. “You want the rest of me pristine and undamaged?
“Is that what you think I want?” Swiss turns the key and opens the door, ushering Rain in immediately. He strides in, turns back around, and watches keenly as Swiss throws the door shut, and rounds on him, like…
Well, like a predator to prey. Rain takes a few steps backward as Swiss stalks closer; it’s instinctual.
“I want you looking owned,” Swiss admits, voice low. He reaches, grabs Rain by the throat, and pulls him in nice and close. And waits.
Rain lets it all sink in, head still feeling pleasantly fuzzy, and arousal washing overtop that to further muddle his cognition. He curls his fingers into the waist of Swiss’s trousers and tugs. Swiss’s hand tightens around his throat, and his Adam’s apple bobs against it when he swallows.
“Give me something to take on tour,” Rain says.
They don’t make it to a room. They do make it to one of the couches in the common room, though, Swiss dragging him over still by his neck, and throwing him back against it unceremoniously. He hardly has enough time to settle himself in on it properly before Swiss is crawling on top, shoving his thigh between his legs. Rain tilts his head to bare his neck, and the ensuing growl has him canting his hips up for friction.
“I’m going to make it hurt,” Swiss says, and Rain nods his head, shuts his eyes, and braces for it.
The first brush of lips against his neck has him tensing, expecting more right from the start, but- it’s gentle. Soft, and he can feel every breath he takes. The kisses are open-mouthed and sucking, and he shivers with it, squirming against the sensation. He’s holding onto Swiss’s sides, twisting his fingers in his shirt, waiting, but the pain doesn’t come. Its only long licks and wet kisses trailed from behind his ear down the line of his jaw.
“C’mon,” he whines and then suffers through feeling Swiss huff a laugh against his skin.
“You want it?” Rain rolls his eyes; he’s pretty sure Swiss can sense it happening even if he doesn’t see it.
“Make me look good.”
He feels a scrape of teeth, gone too soon. He waits for more, but Swiss is just kissing again, mouthing at him. He’s tenting against his pants, hard and uncomfortable against the material. He makes a noise of frustration, low in his throat and it snaps Swiss from his teasing.
Swiss is mean about it.
The first bite, the real one, is cruel.
Rain gasps, arching against it, hands pulling at his shirt as the pain hits him. Swiss worries the skin hard and unforgiving, sucking it viciously until it aches, before releasing and repeating right over the same spot.
“Fuck,” Rain manages, and Swiss growls in response. He doesn’t let up, and Rain is shifting underneath him, wriggling.
“Stay still and take it,” Swiss orders and Rain goes rigid immediately, trying his very best to follow the order, but-
The press of teeth into his skin, the sucking. It’s a lot of sensation all at once, and he knows it’s going to hurt for days, that he’s going to wake up so sore tomorrow, looking so fucked up-
Swiss pulls away and strokes his fingertips over Rain’s neck, pressing into where he’d just been abusing.
“That hurt?” He pinches and Rain gasps again.
“Yes,” he hisses.
“You should see how dark that mark is already.” Rain groans and exposes the other side. His face feels flushed and hot.
“More, c’mon, make it bad.”
He grinds against Swiss’s leg, begging for friction on his cock while Swiss sinks teeth into the other side now. The corners of his eyes prickle with tears, unable to stop his eyes from watering at the pain. He nips sharply down the side, quick little things that have Rain vocalizing after every one. Fuck, he’s hard. He can feel where Swiss is, too.
“You fucking carnivore,” he moans when Swiss gives him a break, panting and catching his breath while Swiss covers the bruises blooming under tender skin with sloppy kisses. He’s going to have a collar of marks by the time Swiss deems it enough, and even then, he’s sure his shoulders and his arms are next. His ass, too, if Rain will let him. His hands scrabble at Swiss’s sides, absolutely wired as he humps against his thigh, whines and keens while he’s bitten and bruised. It hurts. And it’s going to hurt even worse in a few days when things start fading and Swiss decides to renew everything, fucking up already painful bruises all over again.
“You look good for me,” Swiss fists a hand into Rain’s hair, hard, wringing another gasp from Rain whose breathing is already so unsteady, panting from the pain, from the pressure on his dick. “You get on stage, you feel these, you remember that.”
He sniffles and shakes through the rest. The worst bite happens into the junction of his neck and shoulder when he comes, eyes rolling back and whiting out.
That one sticks around the longest.