how to fuck your soul-eating nanite cloud husband

[ivegotyouinmysights]

a serial drama by jack morrison and a lifetime of YOLO decisions with dubious merit

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[ivegotyouinmysights]

...

[He pulls Gabe down a bit closer, letting out a long, shaky breath.]

Missed you like hell, Reyes.

[deathblossomisready]

[Gabriel allows it. He presses his forehead against Jack's, and closes his eyes. Just... feeling that.]

You did, didn't you.

It's been so long...

[ivegotyouinmysights]

[A soft grunt of agreement.]

Never should have been so long. Never should have happened.

[His fault. All his fault. He'd spend the rest of his life making it up to Gabriel and that was fine with him.]

[deathblossomisready]

[How many times had Reaper imagined what state Jack would be in. Bitter, petty, remorseless, self-martyring, all the unkind traits Gabriel knew the mighty hero Jack Morrison to have.

Now, Gabriel is probably sedated from being well-fucked, but frankly that is an achievement in itself that he is still reeling from. Jack's voice is so raw. He sounds like regret and conviction, wrapped around a monster like he can still love it. Murmuring to a long-lost lover after he just became a fucking puddle on top of him.

Gabriel grumbles.]

No going back now.

Can't bring back the dead.

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[Jack just fucking, wraps his arms around his husband and hugs him.]

[deathblossomisready]

. . .

[Gabriel seeps down, curling his arms under Jack's shoulders. he makes a choppy laughing noise. This isn't fair]

What's wrong with you, you necrophiliac. Unbelievable.

[ivegotyouinmysights]

I don't want any grief from you; it was your idea. Your idea to put your whole damn tongue down my throat, too.

[deathblossomisready]

[groan. mutters into Jack's neck]

Seemed like a good idea. And you didn't complain.

[ivegotyouinmysights]

Wasn't a terrible idea,

[He concedes]

Just fucking weird. Always knew something like this would happen. You've always liked black too much.

[deathblossomisready]

[blithe]

Says the blind daredevil wearing a muzzle and a motorcycle jacket.

[ivegotyouinmysights]

Muzzle? You've got a twisted mind, Reyes.

[deathblossomisready]

[deadpan]

How did you not notice you wear a muzzle, baby.

[ivegotyouinmysights]

Ugh.

[lets his head thunk back against the floor. How didn't he notice.]

Better than a damn bird mask.

[deathblossomisready]

[Gabriel murmurs into Jack's ear, teasing.]

Too bad it just filters air, instead of serving other useful purposes. You're a mean old dog, Jack.

[ivegotyouinmysights]

[Can Jack even blush after what just happened? He can. Unreal. The shell of his ear goes hot under Gabriel's mouth. Truly only his husband could make something this ridiculous this hot.]

I'm sure you could figure it out if you needed to make me be nice.

[deathblossomisready]

[Gabriel feels a warm pang in his chest from the pleasure of making his husband blush over some absurd bullshit. Feels so good.

He feels a little silly hesitating, since he just shoved his tongue down Jack's throat in the heat of the moment. Feels strange to flirt again. But he curls the tip of his slimy tongue up against the shell of Jack's ear to answer his comment.]

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[Jack twitches under him and croaks out hoarsely]

Gabe.

[deathblossomisready]

[He exhales, rumbling.]

I didn't think I could feel good anymore.

[ivegotyouinmysights]

[Huffs, amused]

Looked like you were going to turn into a puddle.

[deathblossomisready]

Mmm, the way you were touching me, I could just melt.

[ivegotyouinmysights]

[Wow

cute.

Jack absently rubs Gabe's hip.]

Never could get enough of you.

[deathblossomisready]

[really isn't fair. Gabriel can't stand it.

There's a thousand things to say. Instead he pushes himself up to kiss Jack again.]

[ivegotyouinmysights]

[Let's avoid words as much as possible tbh.

Jack really doesn't have the energy to put into it, but the kiss is soft and aching with reverent affection.]

[deathblossomisready]

[That's all Gabriel could want, really. His mind is swimming in how much he's missed this comfort. Jack doesn't even hesitate.

He breathes out plumes of curling smoke, suspecting with a twinge that Jack likes it. Possessively stroking his hand over Jack's throat, his face, through his hair.]

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[Jack makes a soft noise, breathing the smoke in a long pull. He does like it. The way it feels, soaking warm in his scarred lungs, and the way it makes him feel—full, dazed, possessed. He tips himself against Gabe's hand like he's exhausted or drunk. His hands settle on Gabe's thighs, kneading gently, mindlessly.]

Reyes. [He can't believe how good he feels. Can't even conceive that Reyes must feel this at least five times more.]