「Make Me」
Masterlist AO3 Link Pairing: Remmick x Paddy Mayne 7.4k Word ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Summary: Remmick has to share a tent with Paddy because of his own mistake. Paddy is unhappy about it, and things get heated until a line is crossed. ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a/n: This one has been sitting on my WIP pile for a while. Happy Birthday @keeperskey! Tags/Warnings: MDNI, 18+ AU, Anal, Biting, Belly Bulge, Blood Drinking, Creampie, Cum Eating, Delayed Orgasms, Dry Humping, Edging, Hate Sex, Knotting, Light Choking, Light Spanking, Multiple Orgasms, Monster Sex, Overstimulation, Oneshot, P in A, Premature Ejaculation, Rimming, Teasing, Remmick is a Switch, Slight PowerBottom!Paddy, Slight Brat!Paddy @gravecleric0900
Two little words.
"Make me."
That was all it took for things to snap.
Resources are in short supply after a recent 'complete and utter fuck-up', as Paddy had so delicately put it.
Remmick couldn't admit to it being his fault. Instead, he does what he does best: feigning ignorance as to how multiple tents, weapons, and at least one of the better vehicles had been lost to a fiery blaze, simultaneously giving away their position. Men were now forced to share more than they already were, resulting in Remmick currently trying to put together a camp cot before he's spotted. Unfortunately for him, that wouldn't be the case.
"Care to explain how a leech has made its way into my tent?" Paddy's footsteps grind to a halt after walking through the tarp to see Remmick putting the bed together. The sudden cut through the silence doesn't jar Remmick, he already heard him approach the tent from halfway across the camp. He isn't sure how he'd come to recognise his paces so easily before any of the other's.
"No threshold." Remmick offers up some sarcasm as he otherwise ignores the question.
Paddy raises a brow as he notes the extra blankets on the floor, and he lets out a sharp exhale that almost resembles a laugh. "You can tear all that down, right now."
Remmick somewhat turns to him from the floor; his stomach is uneasy with how poorly this is already going, as expected. He resists the urge to roll his eyes. "I don't have a tent right now."
It doesn't exactly come across as an issue to Paddy right now. "It's dark out, you don't need one."
"I will, come mornin'." There's a 'click' as Remmick puts a piece in place; he attempts to hold his own. "Stirling said-"
Paddy is already a few feet closer with a pointed finger in Remmick's face, irritated with being undermined. "I don't give a fuck what he said, I'm tellin' you to leave."
The invasion of space isn't appreciated, and he doesn't budge at the instruction. "It ain't yours, technically." He's increasingly past caring as he finishes assembling the cot, though some piece of him does take a twisted pleasure in seeing Paddy get rattled. "So, you just gotta put up with me till we get more."
There's a beat of dead air before Paddy shakes his head. Out of everyone else, he can't believe he has to be lumbered with Remmick. "Have you been sent here to personally test my mental resolve or somethin'?"
Remmick can only roll his eyes as he stands up with a practised shrug. "Do you think I'd be wastin' time with you if I had the option?" Internally, he knows that perhaps he would.
Paddy steps forward to him, unrelenting on the matter. "I am swiftly runnin' out of patience for you."
"That's a laugh." Remmick actually does; it's a scoff under his breath at how difficult Paddy is being.
"Sorry?" Paddy blinks at him, challenging and leaning forward like he hasn't heard him correctly.
"Reckon you haven't got 'patience' for anyone." Remmick's voice fades into a mumble. "I can't stand you."
Paddy's hands land at his hips, knowing exactly what he muttered. "Want to speak up, tick?"
"I said I can't stand you." Remmick lets a growl slip by mistake, and the way his top lip curls around his snarl catches Paddy's attention.
"Don't growl at me like that, fuckin' parasite. This entire situation is 'cause of you."
The bossy tone and insults drain Remmick of his patience. "Shut it."
The defiance tears away Paddy's. "Make me."
Remmick acts before he thinks, already shoving Paddy into a small table before he realises what he's done. It's enough that Paddy actually stumbles, causing clutter tumbling off the table in the process. "Shit… Paddy, I-I didn't-"
Paddy's eyes go wild as he retaliates, pushing off from the table to swing at Remmick. The vampire dodges the first blow, but not the second one, as Paddy's fist connects with his face. A grunt punches out of Remmick as he pushes back, and in a matter of moments, both men are grappling in a flurry of blows and near misses of bites from both parties.
When Paddy sweeps the back of Remmick's leg, he drops to the floor, pulling Paddy down with him with a harsh thud. Paddy lands with his legs straddling Remmick's waist, his hands immediately finding the vampire's throat to tightly wrap his fingers around it. They glare at each other, marked and scuffed; Remmick's nostrils flare with the sudden scent of iron in the air from the other's nose.
Stealthy asset that the SAS had found or some sideshow pet be damned, Paddy had had enough of him. His fingers tighten enough to bruise, and Remmick can only thrash back as Paddy actively tries to choke him out.
Remmick's breath would have hitched at the contact if he could get any air. The unfamiliar feeling of skin against his makes him shiver. He doesn't need as much oxygen as Paddy does, but the sudden withdrawal makes him feel floaty all the same. Remmick fights to keep the air in his lungs, but the way he struggles against Paddy makes him painfully aware of how the other's ass is rubbing against him. His eyes flicker with panic as he feels his cock start to stir, and he grits his teeth as long as he can, until a faint moan slips out of him without his permission.
Paddy knows that look; it isn't a look of something that's hurt, it's the look of someone, or something, that's scared to get caught. When Remmick moans, Paddy thinks he mishears him at first, but the unmistakable feeling of twitching against his ass makes his brows crease.
"Little freak..." His own voice sounds thinner in the air. The slow jerk against his ass completely takes him off guard, enough to let up on Remmick's throat.
Remmick swallows air the moment he's given the chance. "Piss off." He cringes at the way he sounds; his weak response couldn't sound less intimidating if he had actually tried.
A taunting smirk tugs at Paddy's mouth as he leans down to Remmick. "You like that? Did I finally find a way to shut you up?" As if testing it, Paddy's fingers tighten around him again as he slowly grinds his ass against Remmick. His own breath catches as he feels Remmick's length stiffen underneath him, and he watches as the other's eyes become half-lidded in response.
Something shifts inside Paddy then; still full to the brim with what he labelled early on as loathing for Remmick, but an unwelcome heat stirs in his stomach in response. Whether shame or the pressure on Remmick's neck causes a red to sweep over his face, Paddy watches with intrigue.
The other finally manages to yank at Paddy's wrists, hard enough to rip them away from his neck. The air rushes back into Remmick's lungs fully with a sharp inhale. Even if he knows he doesn't need much air, it still hurts all the same.
Remmick shoves at Paddy, but instead of getting him to fall off, the other remains firmly planted in Remmick's lap. He tries to sound stern more than just embarrassed, but he was already so touch-starved that his need is bleeding into his words. "Ain't funny, Paddy."
"You're so fuckin' pent up. Is that why you're constantly makin' messes?" Paddy's voice lowers, and Remmick can't take how close he is to Paddy, particularly as Paddy grinds slow circles into his erection. "'Cause you just need someone to make one outta you?"
Remmick doesn't mean to writhe underneath him, but it feels good. He's not oblivious to the fact that Paddy is handsome; he's caught glimpses of him around camp or on missions, ones that perhaps lasted a little too long. But this is different; it's reciprocated attention, even if it's only a cruel joke.
Paddy's voice is lower, more suggestive, and with the promise to back up whatever comes next. "Look at you, desperate little thing…"
A groan cracks in the back of Remmick's throat at the way the words hold a husky edge. His clothed erection jerks until the outline is straining against the fabric, and he has to look away because he knows that Paddy is right. He can't remember the last time anyone touched him, not just in an intimate setting, but in any real regard. The refusal to verbally acknowledge it has Remmick glare at nothing in particular as he tries to shove Paddy again, weaker this time and to no avail.
Paddy's hands grab Remmick's wrists, pinning them to the ground on either side of his head as his smirk grows. Ordinarily, Remmick would be able to stop it, but not regularly feeding has really put a damper on his strength, and Paddy knows it. If he had to wager, it's likely what caused Remmick to fumble his way into exploding resources in the first instance.
He gets in Remmick's face, who's obviously struggling to get his breathing under control even after Paddy let go of his throat. He tilts his head mockingly, and when he presses his fingers into Remmick's palms, he thinks he spies the nails begin to grow in response.
Paddy doesn't stop grinding down against Remmick, who, no matter what he tries to distract himself with, can't stop thinking about the heavy stiffness between his legs. Remmick's teeth clench as he bucks his hips up against Paddy, who only holds the same arrogant look as he leans down. A tickle of air rolls over Remmick's lips, and he closes his eyes instinctively when he expects Paddy to kiss him.
Nothing comes into contact with his lips, and Remmick peeks, unsure whether to be disappointed. There's only a soft taunt he can taste less than an inch over his mouth. "What, no comeback? Did you really think I was about to kiss you?" He doesn't question why it makes him whine with desperation, only that it makes him hot all over until he can feel the slick of pre-cum gather in his boxers.
Remmick's brows knit together as he forces himself to shake his head 'no'. A mortified feeling drops in his stomach as he realises that he's already seconds away from toppling over the edge. "S-Shit… I'm.." His eyes snap shut again as he stifles his moans, getting ready for the brutal words that are bound to come after. But they don't. Remmick's orgasm is cut short when Paddy's hips lift off him altogether, quick enough to make a whine fall out of his parted mouth in protest.
His eyes shoot back open to see Paddy raised onto his knees to stop giving Remmick's cock any attention. The twitch of Paddy's length against the confines of his trousers has Remmick's jaw go slack.
"Were you about to come?" Paddy's brow is raised with accusation, amused as the confusion spreads over Remmick's features. His mouth presses into a thin line as he swallows. He wants to lie and shake his head so badly, but the small wet spot on the front of his trousers proves otherwise. His stomach lurches as he nods, unable to look Paddy in the eye.
There's a light huff from the man above, and Remmick expects that to be the end of whatever this is. But instead, a hand lets go of his wrist to unbutton the fly to his trousers.
Paddy's eyes narrow, seeing the wet patch as he moves his hand. "God, you're pathetic." Something in him takes great delight in watching Remmick struggle like this. At least, that's what he tells himself; that's all it is, some sadistic itch being scratched.
"Fuck you." Remmick feels his hackles rise when he bites back defensively, regardless of whether he believes the words. He pretends like he hates the way the insult makes his cock jump in Paddy's hand. For now, Remmick can find escape by lying to himself; it's just the attention doing it to him, nothing more.
"Would you like that, little bat?" There's a lilt to Paddy's question as he lets go to push two fingers up into Remmick's mouth. His lips, swollen from biting them in an effort to stay quiet, part obediently for Paddy. A muffled noise sounds out around his fingers, and the suckling against them makes Paddy's cock strain in his underwear. "Want me to fuck myself on your cock?"
Remmick's ears burn at how freely the question enters the space between them. He stares blankly until he can get his neck to work, nodding with a muffled 'mhmph' against Paddy's tongue at the thought.
Paddy smirks, thrusting the coated digits in and out of Remmick's lips as though it were his hole. He sighs gently at the way Remmick coats his fingers without needing to be told, using little kitten licks in between. "Who knew you could be a good pet?"
With his hands free, Remmick's hand grasps Paddy's knees, and they both glance down at the tips of his claws that have made an appearance. Paddy's gaze lingers on them as he begins to remove his trousers with his other hand. "I heard other parts pop out when your kind get pent up enough…"
The response is so thin that Paddy almost misses it. "…Breedin'." Remmick doesn't elaborate, and there's only a hesitant nod.
Paddy pulls his coated digits from Remmick's mouth, noting the way his lips try to follow for a moment. His eyes slip shut as he brushes the wet fingers over his own puckered hole. Taking no time to tease himself, he leans forward to rest a hand on Remmick's chest as he eases himself open. Remmick's jaw goes slack again as he watches, his own hand moving to idly wrap around his length at the sight. There's a soft noise from Paddy as he finds a spot along his walls that makes his cock jump in response, and Remmick can feel drool beginning to gather at the corners of his mouth. "You think I haven't noticed you lookin' at me around camp?" Never mind all the times Paddy has been glancing enough to notice in the first place.
Remmick has the gall to deny it without a second thought. "I-I haven't-"
Paddy is in Remmick's face straight away, teeth fierce and gritted with challenge. "No? No sly glances while you're out countin' stock? When I'm tryin' to read?" His voice lowers as he presses his lips to the shell of Remmick's ear, really wanting the vampire to take note of how aware he is. "No spyin' when I'm bathin'?" He grunts when he feels ready to remove his fingers, unable to admit out loud that he's gone too long without having someone inside him.
Remmick's words get stuck in his throat, unable to escape the awful reality that he's been caught. He hadn't even realised that he had made watching Paddy such a habit, and a cold feeling rushes behind his knees, trapped under the smug leer of Paddy Mayne. Despite the shock, Remmick's hand glides quicker over his cock until he's weeping from the tip again. Something about Paddy knowing about all the stolen glances and using it against him, lights a fire in his belly.
When Remmick's brows tightly gather, Paddy is quick to grab his wrist and wrench it away. It tears a frustrated growl from Remmick's throat, and before he knows what stops him from hitting his peak for a second time, Paddy has both his wrists firmly pinned above his head again.
With Remmick restrained, Paddy nips the shell of his ear, hard. "Told you not to growl at me." The sudden pain and the threat of it go straight to Remmick's cock. To his own shame, it jerks against Paddy's so much that he can't stop himself from rolling his hips up for any sort of friction.
Remmick's voice becomes frayed with impatience, and when Paddy moves back away from his ear, he's met with a pair of red eyes. "Then fuck me already."
The hungry stare strokes Paddy's ego and dares him to push the other even more. His eyes watch Remmick's face, giving an experimental grind of his hips so that their cocks drag across one another. "Think I'll hold off a little longer."
There's a bite to Remmick's voice at the movement, and he's clearly trying to hold back any semblance of another growl. "Paddy…"
"Tell me how much you want it." It's clear it isn't up for discussion.
Yet Remmick still avoids it, knowing he won't be able to stop if pushed. "You can see I-."
As if reading his mind, Paddy's words are against Remmick's lips, hot and heavy as he enunciates each one with a meaningful thrust of his twitching cock against Remmick's. "Fuckin'. Beg. For it."
Remmick whines. The sound parts his mouth open completely, enough for Paddy to see the fangs that have slipped out now. Those words do a number on him, and he struggles against Paddy's grip as he feels himself unable to keep his claws in check as they grow. Finally, he relents to it, submitting to what he wants over any humiliation. His face burns as he pleads; wet in his mouth, drooling and unable to think of anything else at all. "Please. I- I need to be inside you. I can't… Gods, I can't think- Need to feel how tight you are. Please, Paddy-" He hiccups through his panting, frustrated to the point where he squeezes his eyes shut in fear that he'll cry.
Paddy watches him as heat sweeps under his skin, satisfied with the way Remmick sounds. He momentarily takes pity on him enough to capture his lips with his own with a light grunt. It's been so long since Remmick has had anyone do it that his voice cracks with a whimper.
The kiss ends before Remmick's brain thinks to even reciprocate it, and Paddy's teeth only scrape his bottom lip for a second before they're gone again. There's a quick swipe of Paddy's fingers to gather the drool clinging to Remmick's chin, followed by a wet feeling coating over his length. "Y'always this fuckin' needy?" Remmick's eyes crack open at the loss, and then he's watching Paddy grin as he lines himself up with the flushed tip of Remmick's cock.
Any fragment of a snarky reply disappears from Remmick's head, nodding dumbly instead.
Remmick's brow draws up together, unaware for a beat longer than he should have been that Paddy isn't even holding his wrists anymore. When Paddy sighs softly with the immediate stretch, Remmick is trembling underneath him. It takes everything in him not to lift his hips up in response to the tight heat sinking onto his cock. Instead, Remmick grips onto Paddy's hips. He doesn't mean for his claws to nip at the skin, but at this point, he's so worked up that he doesn't have it in him to care.
The way Paddy stuffs Remmick inside him shakes a breath loose from them both, already feeling the thickness knock against delicate parts of him until he's right up to the hilt. He doesn't have it in him to admit how good it feels or how much he needed it, stubborn enough not to let Remmick have the satisfaction. Not while he adjusts to the size of him; it's more than Paddy expected.
When Remmick is flush to Paddy's ass, his eyes roll up in his head. From the way he can hear the other's pulse race, he knows how much he's enjoying it already, even if he isn't saying it. That pulls a grin from Remmick for the first time in a while, and he decides to lean into the way Paddy puts on a front. "C'mon, then. Fuck me like you hate me."
Paddy's expression falters with that as he raises his hips to set up a slow rhythm. The response is so abrupt that he surprises himself. "Course I hate you." Though the second he glances down to Remmick, he isn't entirely certain if he means it in the moment. A shiver runs through Paddy at the fullness as he moves, and he takes his own throbbing cock into his hands as he rides Remmick at a faster pace.
The cracks in Paddy's facade begin to chip away with every knock searching for his prostate, unknowingly revealing more of his pleasure to Remmick. When he finds it, Paddy's gasp lets him know where to hit each time.
Remmick's eyes glint with something caught between mischief and awe, feeling himself jerk inside and using his grip on Paddy's hips to help bounce him on his cock. "Shit- There we go, use me."
Paddy does exactly that; he moves his hips so that every snap of them forces Remmick's leaking tip into the same spot each time, until his own breaths unravel into panting. He spots the way Remmick watches him; colour heavy in his face and seemingly unable to take his eyes off him, his jaw twitching in time with his cock. Hungry.
A string of moans works their way out of Remmick, not concerned at how loud he may be getting as he feels his climax building with each flex of his stomach. Paddy licks his lips as he spots it, selfishly not wanting Remmick to go soft before he can reach his own release. He strokes himself desperately in the hope of finishing before facing disappointment. "Don't come."
Remmick's eyes narrow to Paddy, running his tongue over his fangs at the sight in front of him and the thin line of blood that's still below his nose. "Lemme bite you." He offers up the impish compromise as if a taste of blood could slow him down.
Paddy shakes his head with a scoff; the way lust fogs up his mind prevents any clever retort. "Fuck off, bat."
A sharp laugh punches out of Remmick's throat as he grips Paddy's hips harder, forcing him to stop altogether as he wills his own hips to stop grinding up. "Let me." He's almost surprised by his ability to pause, but the potential for blood gives him the power to ignore the angry whine from Paddy. "Or I'll-" He twists his expression to make a show of it how close he is, anything for an opportunity to get a taste.
There's a twitch inside Paddy, and between the need to feel more and the thought of losing some blood to keep it going is enough to sway him. Without thinking, Paddy's eyes glance away as he tilts his head, extending his neck for the other's fangs.
Remmick's fangs drip at the sight of it; he hadn't thought he would get the reaction, and he takes advantage of the silent invitation without question. He makes Paddy sink back down onto him as he sits up, and a clawed hand seizes the back of Paddy's hair to keep him locked in that position. In an instant, Remmick's teeth slip into Paddy's neck with a wet crunch.
The other gasps through his teeth at the cold sting, slowly relaxing into it as he continues to move his hips. Remmick's gurgled sound rings in Paddy's ears; it shouldn't make his cock jump, but the raw edge of it does. Especially as Remmick's hands move down Paddy's back until both slide over his ass, pressing his fingers to squeeze the muscle there. Remmick's muffled chuckle is dark as he feeds, light-headed at the taste gushing into his mouth. Through a mix of rolling Paddy down onto his cock and matching with sharper, heavier thrusts up that he can manage. He doesn't unlatch his fangs even as he finally hits his climax, spilling into Paddy with a long, drawn-out moan.
Air is forced into Paddy's lungs from the sudden feeling of Remmick hitting his peak minutes before he can reach his own. He's betrayed and angry for believing giving him some blood would stave it off for longer. But when Remmick's hands don't stop him from moving on his cock, his brows pinch with confusion. Remmick is still rock-hard inside him, and if anything, he might be more so.
There are small gulps in Paddy's ear until Remmick slowly retracts his bloodied fangs from his neck. Once he's dragged his tongue over the fresh wound, his whisper is more menacing. "All that teasin' of me… Did you have your fun, dove?" A harsh slap to Paddy's ass, followed by a slow massage of Remmick's hand that makes him keen. His cock pulses at Remmick's breathy voice in his ear. "Ready for mine?" Panic isn't often something Paddy is faced with, but he feels it then, trying to crawl up his spine. By the time it reaches his skull, his mind is too fuzzy to recognise it as anything other than excitement.
Paddy can't help it; the constant press of Remmick's head against his sensitive walls, pushing him closer to the edge and making him more pliant than he wants to be. A rush of arousal hits Paddy in the gut, and he only nods, half-lidded instead of anything verbal as he begins to lose his control.
There's a dark snap inside of Remmick, and a surge of something cruel and possessive sweeps through him when he feels Paddy clench around him. Before Paddy can protest, Remmick is moving him onto his back without pulling out, still hard and throbbing inside for more.
"I'm close." Paddy manages to rasp out, still stroking himself until Remmick grabs his wrist to stop it.
It gets an annoyed huff, but Remmick is bringing Paddy's fingers coated in pre-cum to slide his tongue over them, as he grinds his hips down. "So come then." Paddy's eyes widen at the command, watching the way Remmick sucks his fingers dry with a smirk. He has no idea where this side to Remmick pounced from, unaware that it was lurking somewhere to begin with, but with the last of his resilience crumbling away, he doesn't care.
Paddy's back arches as Remmick thrusts relentlessly into him, and he matches every one of them until he at last hits his peak with a repressed cry. There's a pleased rumble in Remmick's chest as Paddy's cock jumps, then releases hard over his stomach and chest. His cock twitches wildly when Remmick doesn't slow down. If anything, he plunges into Paddy quicker than before, excitement alive in his veins at getting to see Paddy come undone.
Paddy's wrist is dropped so that Remmick can grab each of Paddy's thighs, pushing them up to his chest with a feral sound. A strained noise leaks out of Paddy at the way Remmick's claws grip him, and each brush of the vampire's cock against him feels like too much. He gasps loudly at how hard he pounds into him, feeling each full thrust in his lungs and hovering on the edge of pleasure-pain with it.
Remmick still needs to be closer. He moves Paddy's legs to sit them both on his shoulders without stopping. Without the capacity to think, he nips roughly at Paddy's inner thigh, right next to his knee. It's not enough to break skin, but he bruises him intentionally before resting his lips there. "Is this what you're after? Gettin' me all whipped up." Paddy's breath rushes out unevenly as he feels his cock try to harden again, but it only makes it halfway, having already released. The stare he gives Remmick completely glazes over, head swimming with a drunk feeling from being forced into overstimulation.
He loves it.
"Y-Yes-" Paddy nods feverishly, face burning and not bothering to stop the helpless sounds that drip out of his lips. "S'good- It.. S'too much-" The words are slurred, and he can't resist touching himself again every time Remmick stuffs himself back into his greedy hole. The barely-there hiccups Paddy gives when he sounds as though he's being pushed to tears pluck a sadistic string inside Remmick.
Remmick looks like a man possessed as he sweeps his tongue over the mark he knows will turn purple. "Go on and cry for it. Love seein' that my cock's just too much for you." He says it like he isn't moments away from spilling into Paddy again; his tone stretched with a desperate need to fill him up completely until he's heavy with it.
Remmick leans forward, down enough so that he can drag his lips along the nape of Paddy's neck, tongue sweeping over the thin sheen of sweat that's formed. "C'mon, you can gimme one more, can't you?" The slow bite of his fangs against Paddy's earlobe wrenches a whine out of him. "Come on my cock- One more and I'll stop it."
Paddy sees stars as his cock gives a last twitch, then his fist stops as his second orgasm hits him, milking the come out of him until it drips down his fingers. He's silent this time, barring a single, hitched choke; tears prick in his eyes as he struggles to catch his breath.
That's when Remmick knows. He can feel a rapid swell at the base of him, and he knows he's going to knot inside of Paddy. "Wanna fill you- I-I'm gonna knot- Oh fuck."
Before Paddy can even register what Remmick said, he feels it; Remmick buries himself into his walls all the way and stays there as a sudden pressure stretches his hole significantly more than before. His fingers ball into fists at the rush of warmth flooding him, alongside Remmick's strangled moans above. He lets his head roll back on the ground, as a low, possessive growl rolls out from above with a heavy, "Mine." Paddy expects it to be quick, but the sensation of being filled doesn’t let up as each press of Remmick’s hips sends a new wave of release pouring into him. Until he’s impossibly full, and Remmick is staring, glassy-eyed at the gentle swell of Paddy’s stomach.
Finally, Remmick's sounds slow to a complete stop, still deep and locked in place by the knot. He's panting wildly between the light nibbles he gives to Paddy's neck and collarbone, before resting his forehead there. The two of them remain like that until Remmick is blinking, his thoughts sifting back into the room. His breath catches in his throat when he realises what he's done, and fear creeps up inside him. "S-Sorry. I didn't mean to.." It trails off as he tries to collect his thoughts, but he's distracted by the scent of blood and the fact that he doesn't know how long they'll both be like this.
Paddy's voice sounds raspy when he tries it, trying to get a footing on the situation after letting go of control of it to begin with. "That's enough." He tries to sound annoyed, but it doesn't quite grasp the edges. It reaches Remmick's ears and there's a pull of guilt in him, concerned that he's hurt Paddy. "I said let go." When Paddy tries to move away, Remmick moves with him, and the air hisses past his teeth with a sharp inhale.
His claws are quick to grab Paddy's hips to get him to stop before he hurts either of them. "I can't- It don't work like that…"
As Paddy's mind begins to clear, the heat burns his face as he glares up. "What the hell are you talkin' about?"
Remmick's brows furrow up with the sensitive pulse of his knot, not remotely thinking about what he's saying. "I… Oh gods, Paddy, it feels good like this." His eyes drop to where they're connected, and a quiet sob falls out of him at the sight of it.
Paddy's breath catches gently in his throat at the way he hears his name. "Have you completely lost it?"
It forces Remmick's eyes shut, suddenly quieter with being faced with reality. "I told you, it's a… breedin' thing."
"Pardon?" Paddy blinks, staring daggers up at him as he forces a pointed laugh. "You think I want to be your little mate?"
The thought of it makes Remmick's knot visibly pulse, and he swallows thickly. He knows Paddy felt it, too. "No- You just… pushed my buttons and my body reacted."
Paddy touches the wound on his neck with the reminder, undecided if he regrets letting Remmick do it in the heat of the moment. "You bit me."
It's so matter-of-fact that Remmick mirrors the tone of it instead of apologising. He decides that he isn't sorry for it. "Not hard enough to turn you."
A silence settles over the two men until Paddy works the tension in his jaw before addressing the more pressing issue of Remmick's knot. "How long?"
"Depends." Remmick tries to answer flatly to counteract how concerned he feels internally. It was one thing being intimate with someone again; it was another to let himself get so worked up that he would actually lose enough control to knot.
Paddy's eyes narrow in response, waiting for more than just 'depends' as anything acceptable. It's only then that Remmick continues, trying to recall anything he knows about it after so long. "-On pheromones? I don't know." He offers up a forced half-laugh. "If you hate me, it shouldn't be more than ten… maybe twenty minutes, at most." It wasn't a complete lie; usually, an unsuited pair might only be joined for less than ten minutes, especially if there were negative feelings between them already.
Not that Remmick ever understood why that might happen in the first place, until now.
An hour later, and Remmick is still swollen when he tries to pull away from Paddy. His cheeks have a heavy blush to them, and he hasn't been able to look Paddy in the face for the last fifteen minutes. Not that he needs to. He knows Paddy is glaring up at the top of the tent so intensely, he can think of at least three jokes relating to it catching fire from the staring. He wishes it were any other position they were stuck in, or rather, none at all, if he was actually wishing for things.
They're just lucky that the tent is far enough away that the noises never seemed to draw attention; both of them being missing, however, might eventually do it.
Eventually, Remmick gently shifts his hips back to see if anything has changed, and only breathes a hushed 'fuck' when it moves Paddy with him. He ignores the way the pulse dances in the man beneath him with the movement. Remmick still can't look him in the face, but he attempts to break the silence by addressing the elephant in the room. "…Paddy…"
"Don't." It's immediate. Gritted. Paddy already knows what he's going to say. He doesn't want to talk about it, certainly not like this. Not just because he's annoyed with being forced to stay put, but because he isn't willing to be faced with any more complicated feelings beyond anger or lust.
Instead of listening, Remmick points out the obvious. It takes most of his concentration to remain calm about it, thankful that Paddy hasn't taken to more extreme measures to be free. "We're still-"
"I am not your fuckin' mate." He's flustered when he snaps back at Remmick. It's mostly under his breath, though he nearly fails to keep his voice down alongside an unhealthy dose of anger.
The tone has Remmick's eyes narrow, irritated with his attitude over something he's already apologised for. "I know." Remmick can't help but snarl back, his upper lip curling with exasperation as he reaches down to take Paddy's jaw with his claws. He finally looks down at him despite his own shame, leaning down to tut in his face. "My mate, wouldn't be such a brat." His voice curls around the last word in a way that has Paddy's spent cock twitch.
He can't get a read on Remmick at all; it's dizzying as he presses his mouth into a flat line.
He isn't attracted to Remmick.
It's hate that makes his stomach drop at the thought of him.
Even if the prominent knot and the state of his own cock scream otherwise.
Remmick's head tilts, just so, examining Paddy's features and the way his heartbeat jumps under his intense watch. He creeps forward, breathy words tickling Paddy's ear enough to make arousal pool in his stomach again. "Or would they?" Paddy keeps a stern face; the stubborn parts of him are unrelenting. The way his breath catches betrays him, and when Remmick gives a not-so-subtle shift of his hips so that Paddy feels his knot everywhere, a smugness takes over.
The only clear response Remmick gets is a scowl, and while he lets go of Paddy, his own eyes drift down to the base of him. Finally. A wash of relief filters through him as he realises that his knot is receding at last. Paddy seems to catch on as well, and after a few long minutes, Remmick knocks against sensitive parts of the human while he slides himself free.
It's enough to keep Paddy's arousal stoked, annoyed that he can't stop his cock from jerking against Remmick as he moves away.
Those red eyes don't move from the way Paddy twitches, even after they're free. Remmick hasn't moved far, only enough that he can watch his cum begin to drip down Paddy's thighs. There's a barely-there moan uttered below him that catches his attention. Remmick wets his lips before he states so nonchalantly, it isn't clear what he's thinking. "You're hard again."
To a frustrated Paddy, that doesn't matter. After so long with Remmick inside him, pressing against his sensitive parts every time one of them moves, he can't think clearly enough to say anything clever and not aggressive. "Shut up."
Remmick's echoed retort drips with a single laugh as he flashes his brows to Paddy. "Make me." The irony exchanged is palpable.
It's a direct challenge, and Paddy doesn't have it in him to back down. His hands reach up to Remmick's shirt, fingers gripping the fabric to yank him down. It forces Remmick to fall forward, hands landing on either side of Paddy to cage him as their mouths meet.
This time, Remmick moves against him in a crushing kiss. Paddy's breath staggers around it as Remmick moans into him, and he tries to remind himself that it doesn't mean anything. He's simply showing the other that he isn't one to back down from a challenge, that's all.
Remmick's hand moves down Paddy's side, brushing over the exposed skin of his thigh and back up until his fingers can palm his erection. It throbs in his hand, and Paddy breaks the kiss to pant with how sensitive he feels. Remmick chases his throat with his lips, pressing them to his flesh and muttering just enough for Paddy to hear. "Turn over."
Paddy's brows furrow despite the clear arousal in his features, and Remmick makes note of exactly how he looks for later. "What?"
Remmick's greed whisks another lie from the ether with sly ease. "Turn over. Might not be my mate, but it ain't proper leavin' you like that." He leans back to watch Paddy as he waits, knowing he won't get another chance for this if he leaves it. Words of protest die in Paddy's throat, no doubt concerned about Remmick knotting again. "I ain't fuckin' you, Paddy. Do as you're told." He gives a light slap to Paddy's thigh to compel him to move, noting that his claws have retracted nicely again. That, and the way Paddy's eyes seemed to jolt at the slap.
Paddy's cock jerks at the feeling, and he's suddenly feeling a little more pliable than before. It's most likely the tiredness beginning to set in, nothing more.
When Paddy begrudgingly turns over to sit on his knees with some 'help', Remmick's hand shoves in between his shoulder blades. There's a quick grunt from Paddy as he's forced onto all fours, and before he can raise his voice to Remmick, there's a sharp crack of a palm against his ass that cuts it dead in its tracks. It forces Paddy's cock to jump with the contact, and a lengthy moan to fall out of him before he can stop it.
"So fuckin' stubborn…" Remmick's eyelids get heavy as he does it again, and again, immediately following it up each time by palming the muscle slowly until eventually, Paddy's chest slowly sinks to the ground without being told to do it. All the while, Remmick's eyes are trained on the way the rest of his cum is spilling out of Paddy, dripping down his balls and onto the ground. He swallows at the sight, salivating again while his fingers skim over to softly tap at his soaked hole.
Paddy's body flinches slightly, and Remmick sees his hands clench into fists when he slips a finger past the ring of muscle to slide some of the spend back into him. "-Oh god-" Remmick's ears twitch at the way Paddy's voice cries out: hoarse and wanting as he pushes back against the intrusion.
When Remmick thrusts in search of the spot that he hopes to make Paddy see stars, the way he's met with a set of rocking hips makes his voice drop with pleasure. "That's it, take what you need, dove." He's not entirely sure where it comes from, but he doesn't push away the sense of pride when Paddy's moans become muffled against his forearms.
Paddy can't stop moving against Remmick's hand as a second finger joins, and he can't deny the way it feels much better than his own. Especially with each curl of the pads as they search for his prostate; when Remmick finds it, Paddy's cock is already leaking and flushed red with need. It has him gasping and panting for 'more' under his breath, to which Remmick gladly obliges.
When he feels a wet, slow stripe glide up from his sack to join the fingers, Paddy pushes his forehead against his crossed arms. His jaw loosens, and his brows furrow up as he realises it's Remmick's tongue licking into him, likely coated in his own release that had dripped down to his balls. "Filthy fuckin'- O-Oh-"
Remmick's tongue makes quick work of Paddy, moving alongside his fingers as he lets out a darker chuckle at his reaction. Remmick watches for the ways Paddy reacts to his touch, and it isn't long after taking note that he has Paddy's legs shaking like he's about to spill. Conscious that it already looked sensitive, Remmick's free hand moves to cup Paddy's cock, playing with his dripping head enough to know that he's close.
What he doesn't expect, is for Paddy the moment finally snaps; seconds before he's coming, his breathy moans are worked out of him and woven with Remmick's name. "-Fuck- R-Remmick- I..I'm- Don't stop- Don't you fuckin' stop-" Remmick groans into his hole as keeps up his pace, eager to see Paddy finish after hearing his name. If Remmick had anything left to give, he'd have come again right there on the spot.
Finally, the heat crashes through Paddy's body as he hits his climax, and he has to bite into his fist to muffle any noise. It draws a quiet, sated growl from Remmick as he slows his movements. He stays there as he watches Paddy catch his breath, unable to help himself from smiling at the thought of the mess they've both made. When Paddy's hips stop twitching with the aftermath, it's only then that Remmick retracts from him completely.
There's a soft whine from Paddy at the loss, and Remmick can't help but think the way he slumps afterwards makes him look particularly boneless.
When Paddy eventually sits up to get his bearings, he looks back to see Remmick resting back on his hands. He isn't the least bit sure how to address any of what's transpired, or even if he wants to. All he knows is that tiredness is seeping into his bones and that he needs to sleep it off. When he's ready, Paddy gathers his clothes to silently put them back on.
Remmick, predictably, is the one to break the silence as he stands. "So, can I stay?"
Paddy sits on his cot, taking a glance at Remmick before giving a weak nod. "If you shut up."
Remmick lowers himself onto his own cot; he won't sleep, but he could do with the rest. "Only if you make me."
The two of them share a grin, and for the first time since Paddy got to camp, he gives a genuine, soft laugh at the cheek of it as he lies down for the night. "Aye, I might."