Pijule | They/Them

Summary: Ilya wants to be a good boy and not return to the shelter, Shane wants to provide a good home and a non-transactional relationship for him. It’s difficult because they‘re both horny for each other.

I’ve written an Hollanov fic with dog hybrid Ilya Rozanov x Human Shane Hollander: archiveofourown.org/works/78117291

"Would you like…" Will didn’t know what he was proposing.
James looked at him, then he circled his waist and laid them both down on the bed.
"Going back to sleep, boy savior."
With James’ golden head on his shoulder, Will doubted he could.

For an excruciating minute, during which both their heart beat in their throat, they watched each other. Then James relaxed.
He smiled, derisive.
"Sorry, I thought you were—"
"It’s fine! Are you alright?"
"Yeah… Feel like I run up and down the mountain."

His eyes began to move frantically, terrified of—

Terrified of him.

Will recalled what James’d said about his memory, how he could lay still at night with a great force hovering over him. Will shook him awake. A shiver ran down James´ spine, who jumped away. Looking at Will like he’d seen a ghost.

He breathed out. Will, the boy savior. He could take him away from his dream. Tentatively, he reached down to James again. But just as the tip of his fingers brushed James’ cheek, his eyes snapped open.
Will held his breath. Waiting. James remained deathly still.

An agitation coursed under his skin, and he grimaced as he had swallowed something sour. Will extended his other hand, about to touch the silky expanse of his cheek’s skin.
"Sarcean!"
Will pulled back his hand as if he’d been burnt. James was having a nightmare because of him.

Urgh— James was even more forward in the dark. An aggressive hand struck his chest.
"Hey—" A moan. Ragged breath. James was still asleep. Dreaming.
Will pushed himself up on one hand. In the dark, James‘ golden hair and pale face were grey.

Not that Awake James would mind. Awake James would love to have Will touch him.

Will the boy savior.

No, he definitely couldn’t touch James in his sleep. He turned to the side, trying to rest as well. He closed his eyes for a while, falling into slumber slowly, until something hit his leg.

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Nightmare

#JamesStClair #WillKempen #DarkRise #DarkHeir #Wames

James was a seductive heat under the sheets. Still. Vulnerable. Will could reached out and touch him. James would never know. The idea of using James for his own pleasure sickened him, though.

He looked good enough. His attire practical, but still a bit— nice.

Nice for James, a voice in his head murmured. Nice for your Queen.
"I’m not the Dark King!"
Mirror couldn’t make sounds, so whatever was that face in defiant Will, it couldn’t be a snort.

It grinned at him. Not yet, it mouthed. When you take your throne.
"Never," Will said. "I’m not you."
That was the best way to make defiant Will do what it was supposed to do: reflecting him. Will inspected himself in the docile mirror.

"It’s not like that between us," he said. "He’s going to kill people. I need him to get into Simon’s house—"
Defiant Will wasn’t impressed. Not yet, it said.
Mean, intense blue eyes. Hair like the summer sun.
Will didn’t realise he was fumbling with his jacket. The reflection noticed.

"Come on," Will said as he struck a pose. "Let me see how I’d look—"
Mirror couldn’t talk, but they could mouth. Will pretended to not understand what it was saying.
"Why are you being difficult?"
Defiant Will made a lewd gesture and raised its eyebrows suggestively. Twice. Will rolled his eyes.

The reflection didn’t bother tying the bowtie in the same time as he did. Instead, it looked like it was tying itself. It used to creep Will’s out, but he figured out recently that the defiant Will was harmless, if not a bit annoying. Mirror couldn’t harm anyone. Unless they were broken, of course.

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Spirit

#DarkRise #WillKempen #JamesStClair #Sarcean #Wamed

Will would see James at the dock tonight. Maybe James wouldn’t see him, at least not until it’s too late, but something pushed Will to dress up. The smirking man in the mirror, perhaps.

Will couldn’t help but kissing his lips and when James opened his mouth Will realized he had yet to swallow. Just in time to not spit it all in surprise in the grass.
Violet only rolled her eyes, oblivious to it all. Thankfully.

They watched it rolled away from the sun for a while, before Violet removed her glasses to look at them, grinning.
"Now, that was something!"
Will nodded, body still light from the orgasm. He made the mistake of glancing at James, who stared at him satisfied but with mischief bubbling in his eyes.

James slowly moved up, sucking all the way, his lips agonizingly stroking on the shaft. When his tongue played with the tip again, Will came.
They had no time left. Will pulled up James and stuffed his cock back his pants.
Just in time. The moon was receding. Light came back.

He tried to focus on the eclipse, gripping his glasses tight. James made him see stars in the black sky. four minuted left. James, warmed up enough, took it all in his throat. Will let out an unmistakable sigh. He didn’t dare looking at Violet. Three minuted left.

He bent down on Will and took him in his mouth. Nobody could see him. With Violet just next to Will, neither couldn´t afford any sound. Will gasped, which could be interpreted as an awe-struck sound. Nothing to do with James’ tongue on his tip. They needed to be quick. Eight minutes wasn’t much.

The moon was halfway there. James’ hand reached his crotch. Undid the zipper.
Will watched, an anticipation coursing through him. A total eclipse was so rare, he’d waited to see it for months. The moon hid the sun completely. Eight minuted of total darkness. James was terribly interested.

— neither the faint brush of lips under his ear nor the hand creeping up his pants. Violet was captivated by the sight. Will tried to. In the twilight, James‘ eyes called for sins.
"Don’t want to watch the eclipse, darling?" James asked, impersonating innocence. Will let out an amused breath.

The moon was already closing on the sun. A total eclipse, the sight of a lifetime. James pressed against him, his body hot and his breath in the crook of Will’s neck. Definitely not watching the sky. Will hold his glasses against his eyes, while pretending not to notice—

His muscled cleavage was an expanse of smooth pearly skin framed by a bloody red jacket. Will knew what taste this skin would have.
Violet elbowed him in the ribcage.
"You’re gonna miss all of it if you keep staring at each other like that!"
She was looking up through the glasses.

James lounged on the star patterned blanket, gorgeous blue eyes trained on Will. Wearing the silky crimson outfit Will had selected this morning. He’d decided against the velvety shorts, in case the eclipse freshened the air, but James had deliberately kept the four buttons of his shirt opened.

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Eclipse

#WillKempen #VioletBallard #JamesStClair #Wames #nsfw

An eclipse usually last around two hours, with eight minutes of total darkness. Will had invited Violet to watch it with them, and they shared a beer while sitting on the grass, their special glasses ready.

James watched the power of the Dark King breaking Marcus days after days. Slowly, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Never forgetting that he would, just as ineluctably, become another mouse between Sarcean’s claws.

He could only blame himself and his peers. Playing with the Dark King’s magic as if it was nothing. It’d been only a matter of time, and an ineluctable consequence of their pride.

James couldn’t find an ounce of pity for the man he used to look up to. The one he had even called brother. Not after the hell he put him in. Not after he had looked at James like that. Marcus had put himself into this position.