I had a bunch of dreams at once and I just remembered I had a dream about Fenrir as well 😭 I dreamed that they added new black army officers and one of them was Fenrir's older brother...he was overprotective of Fenrir but he was just as reckless as him lol he was into shotguns or something
I love Fenrir, but bro I couldn't STAND when he said "I don't want to hurt anyone, so I use magic bullets instead of real bullets (• v <)" while he's in an ARMY😭 meanwhile any bullet wounds and hurts, and can even kill (eg. rubber bullets), so he's still hurting others. The thing is I agree, you shouldn't have to torture/senselessly kill to win a war, but he IS aware of where he is (aka an army), his attitude shows it (he's out there fighting on the frontlines, fights in the war for his home/stability etc etc), so the "doesn't wanna hurt anyone" doesn't make sense to me. Like bro can't have his cake and eat it too.
A/N: Ikerev lovers are still alive!!! I'm sure of that because of @otomedad who had quite the reaction upon discovering an old wip of mine from 2022 mentioned in a post - so I said, hey what the heck, I need to finish this. I dedicate this fic to him, as he helped me expand on the idea! Also a big thank you to everyone else who hyped me up during the writing of this <3 Hope you enjoy!
Visions of Temptation | Kinktober 2025- Day 29: Angry Sex/Hate Sex
To see Fenrir and Seth quarreling is a somewhat common occurrence in the black army, everyone who's peered into the officers' interactions knows that much. Neither the hot-headed Ace nor the ever-so-cocky Ten of spades is good at being the bigger person when a conflict arises, egos clashing on the spot.
Now, a conflict that sees one abruptly leaving the communal grounds and the other chasing after him out the door that's been banged shut, that's not so common.
"Seth, I swear to fucking God-" Dropping his utensils, Fenrir gets up from the large table and follows Seth into the hallway.
The latter had just stated that he won't be having his lunch on the same table as a brute like him, even if Fenrir clearly only did it to get back at him for something he'd said. No one paid attention as to when any of it had started. Maybe not even Seth himself. An accusation like that could have emerged from many things, but with them the reaction is always bigger than the cause itself.
The unforeseen escalation is a concern to anyone else who's present to witness it, but instead of stating their different opinions on the matter, the other officers' eyes turn to their King, almost instinctively.
Ray shrugs and digs into his plate, determined to finish his dinner in peace.
"Let them be. They're grown-ups, as far as I'm aware."
In the nick of time, Fenrir manages to grasp Seth by the back of his uniform's collar and prevent him from locking himself inside his room. They gaze each other sharply in a wordless exchange that ends with Seth pulling Fenrir to his room. Not wanting to deal with this in the hallway where everyone could snoop into their business, Fenrir lets himself be dragged inside. Not even the atmosphere of Seth's perfectly organized, ever good-smelling and clean room - something that's always ticked Fenrir off, though he can't quite put his finger on it, like, is this guy even real? - can turn him away from the chance to be alone with Seth now.
They don't even as much as exchange another glare before Fenrir pushes Seth against the nearest wall and smashes his lips against his.
Rather than a peace treaty, the kiss itself is a continuation of their fight - neither of them fools himself by thinking otherwise. It would be unlike Seth to be caught off-guard, but the intensity of Fenrir's actions sneaks a genuine gasp of surprise out of his stolen lips. He does little to stop him, instead fully allowing Fenrir into his mouth. More of, lures him inside, just so he could trick him and nib his tongue.
Fenrir is not new to this, already having come up with a response - gloved hand finding purchase into Seth's long blue hair, tugging at it just a little harshly.
Seth's head falls back, chin pointed at the ceiling as his mouth forcedly falls open, surrendering in the fight of their tongues; a meek whine falling from his lips.
Having exchanged half the grasp he had on Seth's upper body, Fenrir relies more on his weight now to keep the other pinned. With the way he has a leg between those of Seth, their abdomens now press together - the difference in height compromised by Seth's slightly bent knees.
It's hard to miss the way Seth gets erect the more Fenrir tugs on his hair.
"It still turns you on."
Seth opens his eyes, glaring at Fenrir just for a second with unhidden frustration, as the grip on his hair is being emphasized with another small tug. His scalp aches so damn good in the leather grip of the glove, the stimulation sending a chill down his spine, but he admits none of it. Right now, he's busy summoning his composure, and soon puts it to action.
Fairly, it's Fenrir's miscalculation to think he could keep him in place so easily, perhaps forgetting who he is having business with. They've had their full of mandatory sparring before, but Fenrir has always been the type to rely more on props than on sheer strength. Easily a mistake on his part.
Having his full of being played with, Seth easily overthrows Fenrir's weigh and turns the tables on him. In a flash, the Ace's gripped wrists are hitting the wall, held firmly by his comrade who is now behind him.
"It does, you read me so well! ~☆"
Fenrir snorts at the all-too familiar way Seth curls up his sentences with a little coquette note to his tone, as if to rile him up further. And to accentuate on his statement, Seth snaps his hips against Fenrir's ass, letting him feel indeed just how damn aroused it rendered him.
Up to this point, neither had lost the battle of making the other spurt out a true sound of pleasure, but what Fenrir produces now is nothing short of a moan - finding it hard to muffle the sounds with his hands immobilized. Seth is ruthless, nothing like the elegant, graceful front he keeps on for the eyes of the others. He anything but fucks Fenrir over the clothes, not caring about the Ace's pleasure in the least, so long as the friction feels good to his own cock. If they're doing this to blow off the steam - which is precisely what it is - then he is the one who needs it the most, in his own humble opinion.
"And you…haaah… have the nerve to call me a brute-"
Seth's devilish chuckle is making it known he's immune to being pointed out his hypocrisy.
"Why, I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine!"
Fenrir abandons the search for a good comeback as soon as he registers Seth hastily making his way into his pants.
"Wait, wait, wait. I'm not bottoming for ya tonight. Let's settle this."
"But I believe we already did? You're disarmed and backed against the wall. Your ass is mine~"
Fenrir clicks his tongue. Arousal throbbing with neglect, the thought of not burying his dick deep into someone's warm hole within the next minute drives him nuts. He finally bites.
"What do you want?"
Seth's slender fingers crawl inside the front of Fenrir's pants, lightly grasping his cock through the underwear.
"For starters, you can stop putting your feet on the table where I eat and never, ever do it again!~"
Fenrir wants to say something in his defense, he truly does - after all, he's not that much of an uncultured bastard. After all, it's not only Seth that eats on that table, and the act in question was only done once and today, in order to mess with Seth - but nothing of matter comes out of him when Seth holds his cock hostage and begins stroking it too. Seth's smile grows wider before he adds,
"It will be more than obvious then, when the others see your corrected behavior, that I had put you in your place~"
Fenrir leans into Seth's touch, fully hard now and wanting more. He's about to crush Seth's daydreams.
"But the truth would be that you had yer ass fucked, and we both know that."
The movement of Seth's hand slows down for a bit, but then he chuckles again.
"I'm fine by that."
If he says so. Fenrir is content with leaving things that way, as this clearly is a win in his book, no matter how he looks at it.
"Good. Now go lay down or something, Mr. long legs. I don’t want ya complaining about having to bend your knees all the time!"
Seth surely has something to say about that. When does he not? But instead he decides to be good and comply, likely driven by his own impatience. They're already taking longer than usual, and they haven't even started yet.
Before laying down, Seth reaches to the mint green throw on top of his duvet and spreads it more evenly across the surface. He wouldn't want to get his bedsheets all dirty now.
"I hate ya."
Fenrir tries his best to keep his boner from dying there and then, making use of the situation where Seth is practically sticking his ass in his face - of course, he gives it a slap. Even if it's a little too boney for his liking…
He doesn't get called a brute adjacent for that slap, which is interesting.
As saving time is in their best interest, it would only make sense for Fenrir to grab the lube while Seth is busy undoing his pants - but he stops in his tracks when he's faced with Seth's drawer and the amount of cosmetic products residing within it. It takes him a good few seconds and a few more open drawers to spot what he's looking for, which earns him another snicker from the long-haired man.
Fenrir sinks both his knees on the soft bed, determinate to act right away, before Seth can make a show of taking off his clothes and carefully folding them before putting them aside. It's more than enough that he's got his uniform pants undone now, and with one push that lacks any roughness to it, Seth is made to lay down on his side.
He gives Fenrir a nasty look over his shoulder, legs forced together by his pants which have been barely pulled down to his knees, same as his undergarments - leaving him just a little uncomfortably curled-up on the bed and vulnerable with his bare ass left to Fenrir's mercy.
The gun-crazed maniac is actually very thorough and gentle with prepping him up, something that Seth seems to forget every time. Perhaps due to his brain trying too hard to erase the inevitable neediness that comes with Fenrir's calloused, skillful fingers working his entrance. Seth's own fingers are longer in comparison, but they're thinner too - true pleasure only comes with the delicious stretch somebody like the ace could provide. And that's even before Fenrir can throw something even bigger into the mix.
"Ya ready?"
"Don't make me wait until tomorro- ahhh!"
Fenrir pushes the head of his cock in, eyes glued to the place they're connecting all the way until he bottoms out and his eyes roll to the back of his head.
"Damn, Seth, you ate me all up…"
"Nghh… keep going…"
And keep going he does; rutting his hips into Seth's, Fenrir's pace quickly builds up as he lets himself be driven by lust. The presence of their undiscarded clothes does little to muffle the sound of skin slapping against skin, heavy breathing and noises of pleasuring coming to accompany.
Fenrir runs the fingers of his hand through his magenta hair, feeling the slight dampness on his forehead.
"Seth, I'm getting closer…"
He receives little more than another string of moans in answer, as if urging him to keep going. Then Seth's mouth remains agape for a second, closing only to produce a noise of irritation.
"Put your hands…nngh… around my neck…"
"Whoa! Kinky."
Fenrir's comment drives Seth to think about other measures of persuading him, but the second he opens his eyes to direct his gaze at Fenrir, a pair of hands wraps around his nape, urging him to turn his head fully towards the Ace. Head falling back, Seth allows the man full access to his neck, waiting for his breath to be cut out any second now.
And Fenrir delivers. He's so good to him, for some reason, with way less judging than Seth expected - it's obvious, as much as he dislikes it, that he needs the stimulation in order to follow Fenrir into climax. With his hands pressing so tightly onto his sensitive skin, Seth feels it all - the gloved parts, the bare ones; harsh leather and calloused fingers imprinting themselves onto Seth's nape like a curse to bear, ready to fall into the pits of pleasure.
"Mmm… Your hole gets tighter when I squeeze your neck, Seth."
Purposely timed with another squeeze, Seth all but chokes on his breath. The bodily reaction is imminent, all but cementing the truthfulness of Fenrir's words in a way that even Seth himself can feel it, if not by anything else than by how utterly filled he feels with Fenrir's cock.
The pace of the hips rutting into him slows down again, almost to a full stop, and the lack of stimuli in his lower body only serves to heighten the ones in his upper one. The thin slits of Seth's eyes fall open just wide enough for the blurry figure of Fenrir to somewhat come into focus. Even without words, they both know what's unspoken and hanging in the air - Seth is a mess, and he's also a big masochist. The reason his vision is a fog is not only the brief lack of oxygen every time Fenrir chokes the air out of him, but there's some physiological tears at fault. What Seth cannot read on the face of the man looming over him is that while he's not looking the type, he doesn't mind the look of Seth's glossy brown eyes at all right now.
"Fuckk, Seth… If you keep getting tighter around me like that…!"
Having come down from his high once already, Fenrir's not so strong the second time around - and by the time the last words of that sentence leave his mouth, he slams his hips onto Seth once more, remaining there as he fills him with cum. Through the euphoria, he strives to bring Seth to his own culmination, thumbs sinking into his windpipe as he catches the erotic sight of Seth stroking himself undone. Soon he spills in his palm, taking thirsty mouthfuls of oxygen as Fenrir releases his hold to let him catch his breath.
Taking a deep breath himself, Fenrir runs his fingers through his hair once more before ultimately deciding to slam his weight face-down on the bed just shy of Seth's body.
"Man, what the hell, I just went ahead and came, what did ya do to me? Didn't even have the chance to change positions. I feel like I can go for another round already."
Ignoring the fact that Fenrir Godspeed is all but cozying up unwelcomed in his bed, Seth finally breaks his stiff position and stretches out his long limbs, letting the afterwaves of pleasure spread throughtout him.
"Ah, to be young…"
Fenrir frowns.
"Yer not even that much older than me!"
Seth is not in the mood to argue, not when his eyelids are feeling so heavy and he can imagine Fenrir's stupid face well enough without wasting the effort to actually look at him.
He can hear the distinct noise of paper towels brushing against skin, and he doesn't even have it in himself to care if Fenrir is bringing disorder to his cosmetics drawer yet again in order to find those. But once the towels touch his own skin, he opens his eyes a little to look at Fenrir with barely hidden curiosity and some calculation. Should he…thank him for cleaning him up?
The ace finishes the job before he can think of a fitting response, leaving him satisfactorily clean so if anything Seth cannot complain. Next thing he knows, Fenrir gets on his feet, flashing a look towards the vanity mirror to see if he's presentable enough with the quick work he did of his clothes.
"Wanna go downstairs and look for desert? I happened to overhear Luka talking about a batch of his autumn cupcakes. Spiced apple and cinnamon and nutmeg and all that. That's it, if the others even bothered to leave us some after the scene you caused..."
Everything that's been softening Seth's demeanor dissipates together with the mirage of those cupcakes. The grimace on his face rivals that of Fenrir's.
"The scene I caused? Oh, I can guarantee you, if there's any cupcake left downstairs, it would be one that's saved for me as a compensation gift for what I went through because of a brute like you!"
"Well,It wouldn't matter if I just beat ya to it and eat it instead!"
The pink-haired monster even has the nerve to stick his tongue at the Ten of hearts before he opens the door - cautiously quietly at that, as ridiculously as it is - and runs off to his goal, all while Seth remains there with his pants still undone, recovering from being fucked by the Ace.
And he has the nerve to bring their age into this, as if he's acting anything like his.
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