You mentioned a bit ago you're working on a Blue Morpho x Reader fic. Just wanted to ask how the process is going
hello twin!!!
I will say it wasn’t an x reader fic, but x oc, so I’m sorry if you were looking for the first one 💔💔
but I AM working on it! I’ll be so honest I was stuck on the dialogue for a while to get the oc design down, but I promise I haven’t abandoned it. plus now I’m on spring break so I’ve been trying to lock in on all my art stuff :3
Warning. Blood mention. Biting mention. Modern time.
Sunshine! Vampire Gambit x Cold! Vampire Male Reader
Every red moon that shines in the dark sky of the night, vampires from every corner of the planet reunite in Transylvania for one special night all together. The dark, colossal and intimidating castle received many guests tonight, all of them dressed with their most expensive suit or dress, and their most precious jewelry.
There were some chatter and laugher heard among them inside the cold walls. The ball room was illuminated with enormous chandeliers and thoroughly decorated with luxuries and large paintings.
The music played outloud, many guests had a glass of blood in their hands while laughing with their friends, others wanted to have their fill right from the source. As tonight is a special night, humans were gathered in the palace as "snack givers" for the many guests. Some vampires used them and dumped them when they were satisfied, or not satisfied but rather full for the moment, like yourself. Others prefered to play with their food, teasing and flirting with the pretty humans that were offered tonight, like a certain young vampire named Remy Lebeau.
Remy was sitting on a expensive couch, relaxed, with a cocky smile as a beautiful young man and a gorgeous young woman sat by his sides, leaning on him as if they were captured by the vampire's beauty and charisma. Said vampire was enjoying the night surely, but no matter how hard the humans tried to get his attention on them, these red eyes were locked on you, the only young vampire standing straight, discussing with the higher diplomats of their kind.
So strict, so cold, so unforgiving and yet so beautiful. Remy couldn't stop staring at you, you were so captivating in your expensive suit and well fixed hair. Mr Perfect, he shall call you.
You, on the other hand, were growing annoyed with the other vampire. Not because he was staring at you or anything like that, you just disliked the type of vampires to play with their food and take everything so unseriously. You've known Remy for a century already, he's been living among humans, pretending to be something that he's clearly not. Remy is a special case of vampire, he's a mutant as well, so he can disguise his supernatural abilities as mutant abilities so easily. Yet you never understood why he was pretending to be a hero, why was he helping and saving humans just for later take a bite on one of them? It annoyed you so much.
"If you may excuse me for a moment," you excused yourself from the conversation before turning towards Remy and making your way where he was sitting. On the way, you took a glass of blood in your hand.
Remy's smile widened once you stood in front of him, he loved the way you were looking down on him. "My, my, my... Y/n, it's been a while, hasn't it?" His cocky, playful voice was rubbing you the wrong way.
"Remy, I see you haven't changed." Your voice was monotone, your cold eyes not changing even when the companions of Remy were putting their hands everywhere on Remy's torso.
The latter finally gave some attention to both humans, giving them a cocky smirk and some caresses on their waists. "And you're still as cold as ice, précieux." Here we go again with the flattering nicknames. "Want me to introduce you to one of these beautés? It would be my honor if I can get your cold blood to warm up a little bit at least."
You didn't blink at all. "When are you going to grow up, Remy?"
"When your lips curl into a smile, Y/n."
At that moment, the center of the ballroom got filled with couples, ready for the valse. Your attention turned to the dancefloor, and then back to Remy, you let out a soft "tch" before leaving the cajun vampire, making your way to the crowd.
Remy followed you with his eyes as you found a partner for the dance, his smile faltered. He brought the neck of the human woman and pierced the skin with his fangs, causing her to moan while he drank till he got satisfied and stood up when finished from the couch to participate in the valse. "Stay here, mes chers."
The first lady came to his arms, he gave some few praises out of pure flattery, a little cocky smile, and then his attention moved to something much more entertaining. Your eyes were focused on your dance partner, your steps precise yet graceful. The first change came, and he pushed "accidentally" the one who was meant to be your new partner, taking their place in a rush, his hands grabbing yours. "Re-bounjour, cher," he greeted cockily.
"You have blood on your mouth, couldn't bother yourself enough to look more presentable?" Some remnants of the blood Remy just drank stained the corner of his lips, drooling slowly down his chin.
"Thank you for your kind words, I think you look absolutely gorgeous tonight." You rolled your eyes, wanting to focus on the valse rather than the cocky vampire in front of you.
With each step you took, you noticed how Remy got closer to you, your chests brushing together so discretly. This wasn't part of the valse. There was a dangerous, predatory glint on Remy's red eyes, one you knew too well as it was the same glare women would give you once you entered the room.
It was time to change partners once again, but Remy did not release you, instead, he shooed the other person that was supposed to dance with you.
"You're not following the protocole," you commented, not annoyed though.
"When did I ever follow the protocole?" He tightened his grip on your hands and dragged you out of the dance floor. You two hurried out of the buzzy place and entered an empty room, Remy closed the doors behind you and went back to you. His hands went back on your shoulders, his smirk changing to a more seductive one. "Alone at last."
Your hands went to hold his hips with gentleness, bringing him closer to you. "You're so problematic, it's annoying."
"Tell me that's what made you fall in love for me." A sigh escaped your lips before catching the other vampire's lips, ending with a soft and deep kiss.
He annoyed you, his actions were too reckless, too irresponsible, unorganized even, and that's what drove you insane for him.
Remy's hands went to hold your head, bringing you closer to him as your kisses became hungrier. But the moment had to come to an end, your lips separating from each other. Your eyes lingered on his lips while his were on locked on your eyes.
"Wanna go hunting?" he proposed.
Your food groaned on the floor from the pain while you sat on a bench located in a park. Your legs crossed and your posture quite relaxed, you admired the dark sky full of stars and that gorgeous red moon. The man laying on the floor finally fell unconscious, it might not have been the best blood you ever had, but it wasn't completely bad.
From afar you saw Remy walking with a young woman supporting herself on him, giggling nonstop. Remy was also laughing lowly, too cocky as he held her by the waist.
His eyes finally found you, and he seemed to be surprised to do so. "Oh, you already ate?" Like the gentleman he is, he helped the young woman sit by your side on the bench. "Meet Alicia, I thought we could share her together."
"She's almost empty, Remy."
Remy did not seem to care, as with a soft sigh, he sat on your other side, his leg brushing with yours while he leaned closer to you, his hand resting on your chest. "Still, thought it could be romantic." Alicia groaned, barely awake, and leaned herself on your shoulder to which Remy didn't seem to enjoy. "A-ah, non chérie, know your limits." With a hand he pushed her away from you, the girl falling on the rest of the bench, unconscious like the other victim.
You did not care, your eyes were focused on the mutant vampire, the latter was staring at you with a soft smile.
"You're so handsome," he said, breaking the silence.
"And you're too cocky."
"Why thank you," he chuckled.
It was your turn to smile softly. "I like that, somehow."
Silence came back for a moment, the crickets singing in the background made the atmosphere somehow more romantic. You two slowly started to lean closer to each other, finishing with a soft, long kiss full of love for the other.
You pulled back, kissing his forehead before going back to staring at his eyes.
Remy grinned. "What? Are we going to have sex now?"
You thought about it, you weren't really interested in sex, or well, not at the moment. "I have a better idea." Remy raised an eyebrow, curious to what you had under your sleeve. You opened one of your hands and with the sharp nails of the other one, you cut your palm open, letting blood flow freely for a short moment before it calmed down. Then, you brought your hand closer to Remy, who was staring with surprise and awe at what you were offering him.
"Drink," you said calmly, as if this was normal.
Remy's eyes went back to yours, still surprised, and even confused. "Only married couples offer their blood to each other."
You nodded, confirming that fact. "You don't have to accept if you don't want to."
His surprised expression then changed to a happier one, feeling touched and full of love at this special proposal. His cold hand gently took yours and brought it close to his mouth before he licked the blood on your palm to then biting on it, drinking the thick blood as if it was the most expensive wine on earth. After a few minutes he pulled back, his mouth stained with your blood. Remy smiled brightly at you, showing his bloody fangs with pride.
He looked so beautiful, you thought. "You look beautiful with my blood all over your mouth." Remy laughed at your compliment before going to kiss you.
The kiss came to an end and Remy pulled down the collar of his outfit, exposing his neck. "Please, enjoy yourself, mon cher."
You brought him on your lap, your hands moved to his back and the back of his head, bringing him down for you to kiss his jaw, down his ear, and then his neck, before gently biting on the cold skin.
Remy hummed, indeed, this was better than sex. You pulled back after two minutes, blood drooling from the corners of your lips. The mutant vampire held your jaw between his hands, admiring the mess you were. "Not so perfect now, hmm?"
"Shut up Remy, and just kiss me again." He couldn't say no to such demand, kissing your bloody lips slowly while your hands moved back to his waist.
That same night, your symbolic marriage got consumed under the red moon with this new type of intimacy you two had found for each other.
The title was supposed to be "Under the red moon" but I forgot that title eheheh. Oops.
There might be some mistakes of grammar, sorry about that.
“Time out. I’m dying.” You complained as you doubled over and put your hands on your knees, sweat dripping off your brow as you began the tedious process of slowing your breathing while trying your best not to pass out from heat exhaustion.
Logan, the utter bastard, had decided that the group would be training outside in the yard instead of in the Danger Room like they usually did, and he was definitely on your shit-list now since it was about 83 degrees outside and you felt like you were cooking under the mid-morning sun.
Though you had the sneaking suspicion that his ‘decision’ to move them outside was mostly influenced by Scott, who had already been on the newest members of the team several times this week for their recklessness, reminding them that they should treat the a simulated environment the room provided like it was real and avoid causing excessive property damage.
So you and Gambit had been sparring outside for the last hour, and while you’d normally be embarrassed about panting like an overheated dog after a bit of hand-to-hand combat, you gave yourself a pass just this once since it was obvious that Gambit wasn’t doing much better himself.
You lifted your head when you heard him click his tongue in annoyance, completely forgetting about your discomfort as you watched Gambit lift his shirt in order to wipe the sweat off his face, a heat that had nothing to do with the weather making you feel dizzy when you were treated to an up close and personal view of his toned abdomen before he dropped his damp shirt.
You mentally sighed and turned your gaze away from Gambit’s covered stomach in favor of observing the other paired off X-Men spar –all of them looking just as miserable as you felt– as Gambit turned away, the man wandering over to where you both had dropped your water bottles in the grass.
“Who said you could take a break, runt?” Logan called out and you turned to search for him among the crowd, squinting against the sun in order to glare at the man once you spotted him. He was standing near where Jubilee and Rogue were grappling, looking annoyingly put together in his white tank top and bootcut denim jeans, his large arms crossed over his chest as he judgmentally raised a brow at you.
“Fuck off.” You yelled back while flicking him off, Rouge and Jubilee’s fighting becoming sloppy and uncoordinated when they broke out in a fit of giggles as Logan’s face fell into a disapproving scowl at your mouthy response.
“You get two minutes.” Logan growled before turning his attention back to the two girls in front of him, barking at them to fix their forms and leaving you to your own devices. You sighed and pushed to your full height, turning your attention to Kitty and Kurt –who were sparring together– while stretching out the kink in your back that had developed from being hunched over for so long as you studied their individual fighting styles just in case you got paired with them later.
But then your focus was unceremoniously shattered when something cold suddenly touched the back of your neck, the jarring temperature shock causing you to squawk in protest and slap a hand over the affected area as you whirled around to face the assailant, fully expecting to see Bobby. But instead of coming face to face with a grinning Iceman, you were met with a smirking Gambit, who was holding the offending object –your water bottle– in his hand.
“Jesus Christ, Remy!” You hissed as you snatched your bottle away from him, Gambit holding his hands up in the universal sign of surrender as you unscrewed the cap and scowled at him while taking several long swallows of cool, refreshing water.
“Don' be bringin' Jesus into dis mon cher, Gambit ain't thinkin’ of anythin' holy right now.” Gambit practically purred as he moved into your personal space and leaned in to whisper intimately into your ear, the man standing so close to you that you could feel the heat pouring off him.
“You're impossible.” You rolled your eyes and shoved at Gambit's shoulder until he backed off, chugging the rest of your water bottle before finally disengaging with a gasp when you were reminded that you had to breathe.
“Don’t you have anything better to do than pull stupid pranks?” You asked once you’d caught your breath, giving Gambit –who was no more than a few inches away from you at all times– a grateful look when he took your empty bottle and carelessly tossed it back into the grass next to his.
“Not Gambit’s fault you were eyein' up another man when you got a perfectly goo’ view right here.” He replied with a teasing grin and a slight tilt of his head as he gestured at himself. You took the unspoken invitation and slowly looked him up and down, admiring his body clad in just a white muscle shirt that was practically see through, his auburn hair mussed up in a way that reminded you of how he looked after certain fun bedroom activities.
You stopped yourself shy of letting your eyes wander any lower than his waistband and reluctantly dragged your gaze back up to his face, a shiver going down your spine when you met his heated stare, his eyes dark as he watched you all but undress him with your eyes.
"You're such a dog." You murmured, keeping your voice low so as to avoid anyone overhearing –already having gotten an earful from Ororo when she had the misfortune of being assigned to the two of you during a mission earlier that week– your smile reaching shit-eating levels as you stepped into Gambit's personal space, stopping with your faces inches apart.
"You want a treat or something?" You purred as you trailed your hand down Gambit's chest, careful to keep your touch feather-light and teasing, heat pooling in your lower half when Gambit shivered and swayed into the touch like he was under a thrall.
"Oh, mon ange," Gambit said with a slow smirk, his voice low and rough as he pinned you in place with a predatory stare. "You keep teasing like dat, you, Gambit might just take his treat without askin' nice." You inhaled sharply when he caught your hand in his grasp, though he had the forethought to keep his grip loose so that his touch wasn’t demanding or rough since he knew you didn’t like being restrained.
Then, with that infuriating, charming grin, he brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to your knuckles, never once breaking eye contact with you.
"Or maybe," He murmured, his soft lips brushing against your skin in a ticklish sensation as he spoke. "You'd rather Gambit earn it?"
You allowed him to linger for another few seconds before flipping your hand around in his lax grip in order to cup his cheek, Gambit’s lashes fluttering as he pressed into the contact like a touch-starved cat. You forgot all about the fact that you were surrounded by other people in a very public place as he nuzzled into your palm, all your attention tunneled in on his half-lidded gaze as you brushed your thumb across his mouth, watching with rapt attention as Gambit pressed a light kiss to the pad before parting his lips and lick across the tip of your thumb.
“What d'you say, cher?” Gambit asked with a knowing glint in his gorgeous eyes as your spit-slick thumb traced over his bottom lip. “Another round? Winner gets whatever dey want." He suggested with a smug smirk, the challenge in his voice unmistakable as he predictably tried to goad you into taking the bet.
“You wanting to gamble then, Cajun? Feel like you’ll get lucky?” You chuckled at the double entendre as you pulled your hand away, feeling equal parts aroused and amused when Gambit blindly chased the contact before coming back to himself with a slight frown, pouting at you like a petulant child at being denied.
You took several steps back in order to put space between the two of you and closed your eyes, turning your face toward the sun as you rolled your neck and shook out the tension in your shoulders, giving Gambit a moment to collect himself as you bounced from side to side on your toes, warming up your footwork in preparation to beat Gambit’s ass.
“Alright. Deal. Loser has to do whatever the winner wants –within reason– for 24 hours. You in, doll?” You suggested, offering out your hand in order to shake on it and make the bet official, and Gambit gave you a wicked grin as he prowled over to you and took your hand, giving it a firm shake in order to seal the deal.
Though, when you attempted to take your hand back, he didn’t immediately let go, and the only warning you got that he was planning something was the playful smile on his face before he used his grip on your hand to drag you closer and whisper against your ear, his warm breath fanning across your skin making you shiver.
“Oh, mon cœur, you just signed up for a world of trouble.” He said teasingly, the man lightly nipping at your earlobe before finally releasing you and sauntering back over to his starting position. "Hope you're ready to loose, cher. Because, oh, do Gambit got plans for you.” Gambit mused seductively, looking like pure sin as he slowly began circling you.
“I'm gonna enjoy knocking you down a few pegs.” You said casually –confidence dripping from every word like the outcome of the fight had already been decided before it had even begun– and you stared at Gambit like a starving dog might look at a juicy piece of meat, licking your lips as you shamelessly imagined all the ways you could make him beg.
You adjusted your stance, effortlessly shifting your weight into a fighter’s crouch as you carefully watched Gambit’s every move, looking for an opening, and it wasn’t long before your patience bore fruit. Gambit’s eyes momentarily flitted down to your mouth when your tongue peeked out and you shot forward, feigning left to throw Gambit off before darting right at the last second, landing a solid jab at Gambit’s kidney before dancing out of reach.
“Dat move was filthy, ma moitié.” Gambit grunted as he pressed a hand over his aching side, flashing you a smile that showed far too many teeth to be anything other than threatening, and you just laughed before rushing him a second time.
You brought your arms up to guard your face when Gambit swung, your forearms taking the worst of the damage before your hand shot out to grab onto the wrist of his dominant hand, twisting it up behind him in a complex maneuver. Once you had him where you wanted him, you wrapped your forearm around his throat and pulled him backward until your front was pressed flush against Gambit's warm back, your voice saccharine sweet as you pressed your lips against Gambit's ear in a mimicry of what the man had done to you earlier.
“It's almost like you want to lose.” You chuckled as you mercilessly hiked his hand up high between his shoulder blades to keep him off balance, brushing your nose up his neck when he tilted his head back with a groan, baring his throat with a strangled laugh.
"Oh cher, Gambit ain't ever gonna admit to wantin' to lose," He gasped, his lean body flexing in your grip before he rolled his hips back against yours under the guise of trying to get free, your hold on him involuntarily tightening as he arched his back. “But maybe he can be convinced.”
"Stop that, you fucking cheater." You forced out through grit teeth, releasing your hold on his arm in order to swat scoldingly at his hip, and Gambit’s eyes glinted in triumph as he took the opportunity to slip away from you. He grabbed your arm and wrenched it away from his neck while simultaneously throwing a vicious jab back at you with his elbow, catching you in the mouth.
You let him go and staggered a few feet away in order to gain some much needed distance, your face twisting up into a grimace as the distinct, coppery taste of blood flooded your mouth. You bent over, spitting a glob of red-tinted saliva onto the ground and cursing under your breath as you tentatively pressed your fingers against your throbbing cheek, your tongue gently prodding at the tear inside of your mouth in an attempt to gauge how bad it was.
“You alright, cher? You're bleedin’…” Gambit asked hesitantly, his concern and guilt at drawing blood during what was supposed to be a friendly competition practically written all over his face, but you were too angry to care. You lifted your gaze from the blood-splattered grass in order to level a remorseful Gambit with a dark look that promised pain.
You rose to your full height and stalked toward him, Gambit’s eyes widening in alarm as he took notice of the fury practically radiating off you in waves and froze like a frightened deer. Unfortunately for him, his indecision was his undoing, delaying his reaction time and allowing you to get in close enough to grab fistfuls of Gambit’s damp shirt before winding your head back and slamming your forehead into his.
Gambit stumbled backward with an animal noise of pain, the man shaking his head in a vain attempt to clear the brain fog that came with getting his bell rung, but you didn’t give him any time to recover this time as you dropped into a crouch before wrapping your arms around Gambit's waist and throwing you both down to the ground in a brutal tackle.
Gambit let out a startled gasp at the rough treatment before the wind was knocked out of him, and the fight devolved into the two of you grappling like feral dogs from there, tearing up grass and chunks of dirt alike as you both fought to stay on top.
“Hold still, asshole.” You growled as you got the upper hand and rolled him over onto his stomach, straddling his lower back to keep him from bucking you off as you yanked his shirt up over his head –leaving him bare chested– so that you could wrap the fabric around his wrists in makeshift bindings, incapacitating his arms and leaving him defenseless unless he wanted to break the rules and use his powers to blow his muscle shirt to pieces.
"I won. Say it.” You snarled as you leaned down over Gambit’s back, using your body weight to further pin him down, refusing to move no matter how much Gambit squirmed and cursed.
“You're gonna have to make me.” Gambit wheezed in a frankly unsexy manner as he turned his head so he could glare daggers up at you in blatant defiance. “And dat's gonna take a hell of a lot more den pinning me down, cher.” He added stubbornly and you huffed in exasperation, pushing yourself upright so you were sitting on his lower back before scanning the yard until you found Logan, who was instructing Morph on how to properly block.
"For fucks sake, Remy. You’re such a sore loser." You sighed with an exasperated eye roll before calling out to Logan. "Logan! Call it! He's pinned so I won, yeah?" You asked eagerly, repressing the urge to grin when the man’s head snapped around, his eyes narrowing as he took in the way you had restrained Gambit, who was busy muttering under his breath in frustration as he began struggling anew.
Then Logan’s face broke out into an amused grin at Gambit’s expense, a low, rumbling chuckle rolling across the yard as he crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head at your antics, regarding you like a proud dad. “Oh yeah, he ain’t goin’ anywhere, runt,” He called out with a dismissive wave. “You won.”
"Toi, espèce de bâtard! Prends ton arbitrage de merde et fous-le dans ton cul!” Gambit hissed like a pissed off cat, going limp in defeat as he turned his head to sneer at Logan, who returned the Cajun’s furious expression with a mocking smile.
You let Gambit stew in his loss for another minute before dutifully helping him untangle his hands from his grass stained shirt and pulling Gambit back to his feet, reveling in the bright, embarrassed flush dusting Gambit’s cheeks as he aggressively brushed blades of grass and dirt off his chest.
“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it, you drama queen?” You said with a faint grin –trying to cheer him up a bit– before you licked your thumb and brushed it over Gambit’s chin, wiping the thin layer of dirt coating his skin off in a silent apology for how rough you got with him in your anger, and your heart melted when some of the tension eased from Gambit’s shoulders and he leaned more heavily against you.
“Désolé.” He muttered quietly and you looked at him in confusion until he reached up to carefully cup your swollen cheek, the man frowning as he swiped a thumb over the tender skin, his eyes sad as he stared at you like he would take your pain onto himself in a heartbeat if he could despite his own injuries. You reached up and grabbed his hand, gently drawing it away from your face and interlacing your fingers together before pressing a reassuring kiss to his knuckles.
Gambit visibly softened at your easy affection, his eyes turning warm and loving as he ducked down and pressed a kiss to your temple, and suddenly the bruises and scrapes you’d gained during your intense sparring session weren’t so unbearable.
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Translation: "You, son of a bitch! Take your shitty arbitration and shove it up your ass!"
A/N : one of three angier fics im finally wrapping up after months of letting them rot in my docs. havent actually watched the prestige in a hot minute i hope i didnt do goat wrong
WC : 1.5k
TAGS : m!reader, stagehand reader, takes place right after the new transported man, lots of making out hmmm🤔🤔
WARNINGS : very suggestive/precursor to them freakin it so 18+ mdni. also not really proofread
He had finally done it. Finally, after an age of losing his mind over that stupid trick, he'd done it. Bested Borden, won the war.
“I'm magnificent.” He whispered against your lips, hands gripping the sides of your head. “Tell me. Tell me I'm magnificent.”
“You are.” You murmured back, his lips meeting yours the moment you said.
“Yes…I am.”
You'd spent so long ignored by him, living in the shadow of the machine. Nothing existed to Angier outside of the tunnel vision he had on Borden, no matter how long you'd lingered, gazing at him through hooded eyes, hoping for a moment of his attention.
Scraps came and went when his mania peaked, when he could taste success and he celebrated with a brazen kiss to your lips when no one else watched. No one else could watch- you'd both be damned. The Great Danton, a sodomite. He'd never get a booking again.
You assumed that was why, in part, you'd spent so long being so close, yet so far to Angier. No world would bear to see a man like you, a stagehand, in the arms of a great magician.
You'd had many close calls with Angier. Celebratory kisses that became too hungry, only interrupted by Cutter or Olivia. But nothing like this. Nothing so visceral, passionate, as he celebrated his long awaited success.
He tore off his vest with one hand, lips still sealed to yours while his other hand gripped you tightly, using you as a support instead of his cane that had been dropped long ago. You knocked a plethora of things over as you reached the dressing room's vanity desk, but you didn't care- nothing mattered more than him.
“I'm unstoppable,” He continued to sing his own praises, breathless, as he kissed you. “Invincible. Unreachable…”
“Yes,” You sighed back against his lips. “Yes, Angier…”
You didn't know if you were spurring him on, or reacting to the way he was steadily grinding your hips together. Sometimes you forget about his damn broken leg. How did he manage to move like that, when the rest of the time, he was limping around in pain? Maybe he faked it. Like he faked everything else.
His hands roved your hips and waist, your back and your chest as he kissed you over and over and over, making sure you felt every hardening inch of him against your thigh, his hips stuttering forwards.
His lips parted on a silent moan when your hips returned the press, making him shudder and grab onto you tighter.
“Oh,” He gasped, body going from tense to loose again, melting against you. “God, that's good…”
Angier fumbled for the button of his pants while you helped him remove his bowtie, unbuttoning his shirt while your lips scarcely left one another. You both parted with a moan when his hips caught just the right angle, your mind feeling fuzzy for a split second.
A bit more struggling with the clasps and buttons of his expensive clothes later and Angier's chest was bare before you, your hands running up to caress his body in a worshipful manner that stroked his ever so fragile ego.
“You're beautiful.” You told him, and he almost preened at the word. “Perfect…”
“I know.” He whispered back, as he reached up to pull open your waistcoat. “I know I am.”
He'd never thank you, you knew that much, but in a way, you didn't care. Being around Angier so long had conditioned you to think- no, to know- that it was an honor in and of itself to get to be with him like this, to have your praise acknowledged at all. It was nearly impossible to get his stubborn mind off of Borden and the machine, so times like these were special, to you. Maybe there would be more, now that this stupid war he'd waged was over.
He roughly shoved you back against the desk, making sure you were firmly pinned there, his skilled fingers undoing the buttons of your shirt in quick succession. You'd seen what those hands of his have done. Vanishing tricks, card tricks…you'd seen the way his fingers ran through his hair when he got impatient or tired, how he slowly rubbed his hands together, flexing each and every finger before a show. And now, you saw what those hands did to you, making quick work of your clothes.
Soon enough, your shirt was hanging off your shoulders, your chest exposed to the heating air of the room. Next came your pants, the clasps of which he unfastened, before pulling the garment down your legs.
“Mister Angier…” You breathed, as his middle and ring finger slid under the garter around your thigh, almost absentmindedly as he leaned in to capture your lips again.
“What?” He responded distractedly, focused on your lips, barely letting you speak between kisses.
But after a few, he pulled back, and for the first time since you'd ever met him, looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in his entire world. His gaze lingered on your heaving chest, on your strained undergarments and the garter he'd been toying with, before flicking back up to meet yours. Your breath shuddered in your chest, and you shook your head.
“Nothing.”
Because whatever you had to say wasn't important now, not with the way he was finally looking at you. Robert Angier was finally yours…at least, until his next obsession took hold.
His lips twisted into a smile, and he captured your lips again, wrapping his arms around you, scratching his nails down your back. Your hands found his hair, following the smooth lines of the thickly gelled strands until you found the nape of his neck, tangling your fingers there. His hips kept making slow, needy circles against yours, kisses getting sloppier and sloppier the longer they went on.
“The world is mine…” You heard him whisper as he moved from your lips to your ear. “And- And Borden…he's nothing now…”
“Yes…”
“I'll never have to work again.” He breathed, kissing down your neck feverishly. “I can retire…watch his world…burn…”
“Yes, Angier…”
“Spend every day…God, every day lost in you.”
Your breath hitched. Angier had gone crazy plenty of times, had lost himself and begun madly whispering about how he'd keep you, love you, how he wanted you in his bed to make every problem he had go away. Every time, it was temporary.
This didn't feel temporary. It felt real.
Every day. Forever.
“Oh, mister Angier.” You groaned, head falling back as his lips pressed firmly to your Adam's apple.
“That's right…pray for me…I should be…everything to you…”
He was. He truly was, as much as you knew you shouldn't flatter his manic mind, as much as you knew you should take him down a peg before his God complex flourished further, you couldn't bring yourself to do it as he obsessively kissed down your chest, hand squeezing your hips with bruising force.
To be on the receiving end of Angier's pure, concentrated obsession- you suddenly felt violently jealous towards Borden's journal. How long had she spent under Angier's watchful eye? How many times had his deft fingers caressed the binding, turned her pages? How much time had he spent, obsessively whispering to her…?
It didn't matter, you realize, as you felt his lips climb back up your neck, to your ear once more. Because you had him now. And you would be keeping him.
“I suppose…yes…I suppose, now that it's over…I am freer than I'll ever be…” He whispered against your ear, hips swaying against yours as he clung on to you. “I'll take you away…away from hotels and foreign, temporary rooms…home…you'll be home…with me…”
His hips jerked slightly, and he let out a groan that was half pained, half ecstatic.
“God, yes…it'll be perfect…and while I drown in success, Borden can grovel at my feet, beg for my tricks…but he'll never have them…no…”
He pulled back, cupping your face with his hands. You'd only been half listening, his raspy, whispering voice like heaven to your ears no matter what he was saying. You dumbly nodded along.
“He could lick my shoes to a mirror shine and I'd never tell him a thing.” Angier murmured, staring at your lips with a distant, elated look in his eyes. His thumb swept over your lips, tugging on the lower one, before he leaned in, sealing your mouths together.
“And you'll be there,” He added between breaths, “basking in the ease, the glory beside me…you'll never want for a thing…ever again.”
A million times, he'd whispered lies like this in your ear. But for the first time, it felt true- perhaps it was because it was the first time he truly made love to you.
Time would tell if his obsession with Borden had finally, blessedly shifted to you. Time would tell if tonight truly meant anything. But for now, as you watched him fumble with the zipper of his pants, the dim candlelight of the room reflecting off the gel in his hair and the sweat on his chest, he looked like the picture of truth, the promise of an eternity reliving this moment with him.
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