technicallyhellbound | for @convincingsmile - Nobody's dying today (probably)

for @convincingsmile - Nobody's dying today (probably)

Edwin knew as soon as he fell through the mirror that something was wrong, and not just a little bit wrong, but the kind of wrong that made the whole world tilt on its axis a little.

It wasn't a misdirected portal, not like the case that had ultimately led them to Crystal, not like many other failures of concentration when traversing mirror portals before, it was something else, and he couldn't place what it was. All he knew was that he'd simply passed through the mirror in question and had landed, hard on the floor on the other side of the room, hard enough that he actually skidded a couple of feet and that couldn't be right because that actually hurt, and hurt in the way he hadn't felt in... well, decades.

It was enough to tumble him against the far wall just from his own momentum, impacting hard enough to knock the breath out of his lungs, and that was definitely wrong, because he shouldn't have had breath or lungs. He could see, even through pain-hazed vision that the poltergeist he'd been baiting had, indeed, gotten caught in the trap he himself had leapt over when aiming for the mirror.

That was, however, the last thing he saw before the half-rotted-through loft floor gave way beneath his sudden and unexpected weight, sending him falling, flailing, scraped to ribbons on the broken slats, to the ground below, and he was reasonably sure he'd actually heard something snap on impact, ribs, if the sudden radiating pain was anything to go by, though his shoulder wasn't in good shape either, and that was an entirely different kind of pain, just layering on top of the feeling of the ragged scratches from the wood, and it occurred to him, dimly, that he'd forgotten how much he hated the feeling of blood on his skin.

It had been different in Hell, the pain, the sensations in general, all of it, it had been horrible, yes, but it was so much more visceral now, and even as his vision began to go hazy again, head swimming, his last thoughts were trying to remember how he'd somehow gotten separated from Charles, who had been barely a step behind him when he'd rounded the corner into the loft pursued by the poltergeist now trapped securely above him.

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"Ah..." Charles gasped, letting go of Edwin's dick for now. If they had time, he would have made him come. He would have made him come by hand, by mouth, cleaning him up with his tongue and doing it all over and over again until his pleasure turned into pain, and then take him. Because that was what bodies were for, right? For the extremes... Charles stuttered a breath as he was thinking about it.

Edwin felt wet and right around his fingers, so Charles pulled out. He looked over the other, flushed and pink and aroused and... yeah, yeah Charles wondered how he still had any sober thoughts aside from shagging him senseless.

"Wish we had more time," Charles whispered. But before that thought could cripple him, he tugged off his underwear too and coated himself. And fuck, he didn't expect his grip to be that hot. His own hand... So when he crawled between Edwin's legs again, he was shaking from excitement and from holding back, too.

"I- I'll try to go slow..." Charles swallowed, warning himself too. Then he slowly pressed in.

Any other time, Edwin would have let him, he loved the feeling of being taken through his peak and further past it without any time between to recover, he liked that kind of overstimulation, but he knew it would be too much for him in this state, and he wanted to make sure Charles was satisfied as well.

He did manage to key down again, a little, as Charles withdrew to prepare himself as well, Edwin managed to catch his breath if nothing else, bringing Charles back into focus as he returned, smiling up at him, "Do try. But trust I'll be alright if you don't manage it." He'd drawn both knees up, pressing them against Charles' sides, keeping him steady even as one hand lifted to run his fingers through Charles' hair, "Kiss me again?"

Charles wanted to say that yes, he knew Edwin would be alright, no matter what, but that didn't mean he won't try.

He expected Edwin to be warm, but he didn't expect how warm, almost hot. As the tip of his prick slid right past Edwin's rim, Charles gave a noise that could have been mistaken to pain. But oh, it was quite the opposite. He felt Edwin's legs at his sides, then the touch in his hair grounded him to the moment. God, he was where he always wanted to be... Alive, with his heart attempting to break his ribcage, between the beautiful Edwin Payne's legs. How could he not kiss him, or do anything he said?

Charles was almost in a daze as he cradled Edwin's shoulders to steady himself, and moved in to kiss him. He was sweaty, shivering from need, and he tasted Edwin's lips again. Charles started to suspect he was in heaven. With that silly thought, he tilted his head to deepen their kiss, sliding his tongue past Edwin's lips, licking into yet another kind of warmth.

Edwin just moaned at the sensation himself, he'd known what to expect as far as the feeling of stretch, of being filled, but the warmth of it, the way he was pretty sure he could feel Charles' pulse in his cock, just made it all the more intense.

He was thankful for the kiss as a distraction, just tilting his head up into the kiss, propping himself up on an elbow again a little more fully -something that pressed his chest just that much more solidly against Charles- as he replied to that kiss in kind, lips parting, at the tease of Charles' tongue. He took that as a cue and deepened the kiss hungrily. One leg hitched higher, practically curling around Charles' waist as if to draw him in further.

The hand in Charles' hair curled a little more tightly, nails pressing gentle and insistent against his scalp, drawing the curls between his fingers taut, not yanking, but a steady, solid tension against the roots, something he knew Charles had replied favorably to in the past, but likewise something he wasn't sure would be too much at the moment, given how intense all the other sensations were.

A moan bubbled up from Charles's throat when Edwin pulled him closer. Every little touch and movement felt so much more intense, than when they were ghosts. Charles's grip on Edwin tightened, his hips rolled forward, pushing in deeper without really meaning to. And god, the sensation was mental.

Charles had to stop kissing Edwin to get some air, something he wasn't entirely used to anymore. He pressed his brows against his cheek as he was trying to breathe and just take in the sensation of his cock being buried inside the hot wetness of Edwin...

"I love you so much, Edwin, I lo- love..." Charles mumbled, half out of it as he slowly pulled out, just to experience the sensation of pushing back in. His moan echoed through his chest, making him feel Edwin's body pressed against him even more. Right, yeah, Heaven...

Edwin let his head fall to the side again as Charles broke the kiss to catch his breath, finding that he had to do the same, panting raggedly, but that breathlessness didn't stop him from moaning in return as Charles moved, it was reflex to arch against him again as he pushed forward, fingers tightening in Charles' hair again, Charles' name spilling out of his mouth like a prayer, lost to the sensation of it all.

The hand that wasn't caught in Charles' hair was roaming over his arm and side and back, as if he might be able to commit Charles' body to memory just via touch, as if he might be able to memorize it further than he already had. He turned his head to press a kiss to Charles' temple, "Charles, Charles please." Another shaky breath, hips rocking against Charles' again, trying to pull himself together enough to actually get his request out, "Please, I want to be overwhelmed, feel everything, please."

Charles absolutely loved when Edwin asked for things. Let it be an item, a favor, or to feel everything... The desperation in his voice, the touches in his hair and body, oh, Charles was lost.

"Yeah, love, anything you want, anything," Charles moaned, loving to say that sentence. He kissed down Edwin's cheek and jaw, gently gnawing at his neck to redo the angry little marks he did earlier, while he tilted his hips so he could reach between them. He felt Edwin's balls first squeezing them, rolling them between his fingers before he moved to his shaft, sliding his fingers around it. "So wet, innit?" Charles laughed, breathless as he swiped Edwin's tip with his thumb. "Still wanna taste you so bad," he groaned as he coated Edwin with his own precum, and started stroking him along with the slow rhythm of his hips. He wanted to overwhelm him but he wanted to start it slow, it was both worse and better that way.

Edwin's eyes fluttered closed at the press of teeth against the still-sensitized skin at the base of his throat, that pleasant sting enough to get a breathless gasp of: "Oh, Charles." The fact that he was barely managing to string two words together at a time was probably the best indication that Charles was on the right track.

Edwin's fingers dug into Charles' shoulder at that first stroke, half-choking on a 'please', he knew Charles was saying things, but hadn't registered much more than the cadence, the warmth of his voice, he knew he wasn't parsing actual words, and knew that if it was an actual question, Charles would ask again so he could focus.

For the moment, however, he was going to let himself drift in the building sensation, both legs curled around Charles' waist, hips canted up to meet the movements both of Charles' hands and of his hips.

Thanks to Charles taking it slowly, he managed to plateau after a few moments, which in turn allowed him to actually collect himself enough to speak, breathless still, but not desperate, "Charles, if you've not," the statement was interrupted by a soft, pleasured whine, eyes dipping closed again as he struggled to collect himself once more, "if you've not finished by the time I do, please, please keep going until you do."

Another thing Charles loved was to hear Edwin say his name like that. And... and telling him so bloody arousing things.

"Yeah?" Charles asked, tilting his head to try and look into Edwin's face. He heard his right, oh he heard him, but just wanted to see the face Edwin made while he said it. Fuck, he was so hot. Flushed and in pleasure, with Charles's hand on him, and Charles's inside him. Just the sight could push Charles through the edge but now, with such a request, he had a new goal. "You got it," Charles breathed, going back to mark Edwin more.

He rolled his hips deeper, and with more vehemency then. His grip picked up too, sliding smooth and firm on Edwin's cock. He felt so deep, and hot, and Charles whined in pleasure just imagining him coming on his cock... With every prayer Edwin said, Charles echoed his name, wanting to be there with Edwin in every way possible; in his dreams, in his desire, in his head... deep and wanting, and not enough.

If they were only going to get to do this once, Edwin wanted to make the most of it, he wanted to feel everything, and he wanted to feel it with Charles, and the fact that Charles himself seemed keen on providing it just made it all the better.

As Charles redoubled his efforts Edwin's head rolled back with another breathless moan, arching against his partner again, the hand at Charles' shoulder scrabbling across his back, clinging to him as tightly as he could manage, as if he wanted to meld their edges in the way that sometimes happened when doing this in their usual state.

Edwin could practically taste his climax coming, feeling the pleasure tightening at the small of his back and the pit of his stomach, he wanted to warn Charles that he was close, but could only gasp his partner's name, high and wild, panting even before his pleasure crested, leaving him shaking, legs tight around Charles' waist, arm solid against his back, trembling with the force of his orgasm in much the same way he'd done the first time they'd been together, overwhelmed tears catching at the corners of his eyes and then spilling over as he lost himself to the sensations.

It was that one thing, that was better when they were spectral: they could get closer. They could melt into each other, indeed. And Charles loved that part, when they almost become one, that was always something he was looking forward to. With them possessing bodies now he could feel the limits, but he could also feel the pleasure different: more intense, more alive.

With the faster pace, Charles felt a wave of spark, pleasure, run down his spine. It was different from when they were ghosts. Not new, but not nostalgic either... This was something that was only happening here and now, with Edwin.

"Edwin..." Charles stuttered his name when he felt him come; in his hand and around his cock too. "Edwin," he called, whining and needy and in awe. He didn't stop when he felt Edwin come, he stroked him through it, fucked him through it, way after when the boy was spent. Charles was concentrating so hard to let Edwin ride it through the end that his body was shaking from the effort.

"Love you, Edwin, so much, I..." Charles rambled, leaning in to kiss him, even if he could barely breathe... and he didn't stop moving either, slowed down but didn't stop.

Edwin's entire body had gone lax, arm sliding from Charles' shoulder to drop to the mattress over his own head, breathing still shaky and uneven, realizing dimly that Charles was still hard, was still moving and the realization as much as the sensation sent a juddering wash of feeling through him, it was mostly pleasure, but it was the kind that was bordering on too much in the best possible way.

It took actual effort to hitch his leg up around Charles' waist again, voice a breathless murmur, "Charles, please." He managed to rock his hips with Charles' next movement, making it clear that was a plea to continue rather than to stop.

With a mewling sound, Charles grabbed onto Edwin's hips, tilting him as he held his leg up. It gave him a slightly new angle and with how relaxed and hot Edwin felt around him, Charles thought he was going to go mad with pleasure.

"Edwin..." he moaned in a desperate tone when he got the 'permission' again. His body was so on edge; his actual body... It almost hurt but it was so, so good. Charles leaned his head down, pressing his forehead against Edwin's collarbone, kissing and sucking any skin he could reach that was but his mind was elsewhere. He felt like he was drugged, high and at the best place in his life. His moans were sobs, his movements fell out of rhythm but he kept going. Charles didn't want this to end, he wanted to feel it longer and longer, and more, and more...

His peak hit him like a bullet, wild and sharp shot down his spine; his cry was not entirely unlike of a cry of pain. He was riding the waves of his orgasm with his nose and a lips pressed into Edwin's skin, crying and moaning, because with every thrust it was getting better and worse, and Charles couldn't control it.

Charles wasn't sure how long he was still on top of Edwin, weeping softly, but it felt like a lifetime.

Oh oh but that felt the same and different all at once, it was hotter than he was used to, temperature wasn't really a thing as ghosts, but at the same time it was the right kind of too full that he'd gotten used to, and it was as easy as anything to just cling to Charles again as he collapsed, fingers stroking through his hair and down his back in slow, even passes.

He felt utterly wrung out, and while he knew they still had some time, he also knew he was going to need to actually recover in a way he didn't usually, but that was fine as well, because the prospect of just curling up with Charles after a shower, waiting for the end -so to speak- was a pleasant one as well.

It was when he felt Charles stir again, breathing finally settled into something more regular, that he pressed a kiss to the top of Charles' head, voice rough-edged, but undeniably pleased, "Alright, then?"

Charles slowly moved his head, but he found it too heavy, so he settled nuzzling at Edwin's neck.

"Proper," he said in a sniff. He squeezed Edwin tighter for a moment, as if he had trouble to let go, because he had. "D'ya think we hav' time for another go?" Charles wondered if he was being delusional. He did feel he needed to rest before going again and he hated it. If he could he would have went on to the point where they were no longer alive... But being alive, and having a body also meant their recovery time may have been longer. He wasn't sure. But then again, he never had such an orgasm before, not even when he was alive.

And if they rest, then the moment of their death would happen while in each others' arms still, so, that was also aces. Even if a little sad.

He hummed something that may have been agreement, angling his chin up to give Charles more space, fingers just kneading gently at the nape of his neck, "If we find we've recovered in time, I should certainly like to have another go, yes." His fingers toyed through Charles' hair again, "For one thing I'd like to ride you until my thighs give out."

It was a position they'd been in before, more than once, but ghosts didn't tire the way living bodies did, and he was curious to see if muscle strain felt like he remembered it, and more than that, curious to see if he'd even tire before they'd both finished again.

Another hum, "But if we haven't recovered, I won't be disappointed not to, you understand."

"Nnn..." Charles moaned as he imagined the sight of Edwin all flushed and hot and alive riding him. God, he would love that. His hips twitched as if they were ready but it was just a lie. "Yea', yeah I'd like that," he said nodding eagerly. And yet he could feel the pull of fatigue as Edwin was playing with his hair. It felt so different. So... warm.

He was silent a bit when Edwin mentioned that it was okay if it wouldn't happen.

"Yeah, I get it," he said a little hoarse. "I get it." He did get it, truly. His lurking sadness wasn't entirely about them making love, it was about something entirely else.

He gave Charles' head a gentle jostle with the hand already in his hair, "We should shower then, at least rinse off, this has been lovely, I assure you, but if I cool much further I'm going to feel gritty and that will make me want to chew concrete."

One of many things he still detested about having a physical body: sweat. It was tolerable -if barely- while it was still happening, but as soon as it began to dry it made him want to crawl out of his skin, much the same way chalk against his fingers did.

There was also the fact of his own spend still tacky between them, which was uncomfortable in a different way, but not one that bothered him quite so much.

Charles sighed, deep and relieved. He loved this. He didn't want to let it go... but he did love to shower too. So he tilted his head, moving to look at Edwin with the most lovesick puppy look.

"Right, shower, getting clean." He still hoped they could get dirty again, though. But, yes, he was going to hope that until the end of everything. So with another sigh, he pushed himself up and leaned in to catch Edwin's lips in a kiss again. "Let's go then, yeah?"

He stretched slowly, taking note of slight aches, but nothing to complain about -if anything he liked the reminders of what they'd been doing- and rolled to his feet, nose wrinkling just a little at that sensation, but offering Charles a hand up, "Yes, let's."

He was surprisingly unconcerned about going bare, since it was just across the hall, but it wasn't as if the building had any other residents, and if anyone else was still about, well it would serve them right.

With a groan, Charles was about to get up too, but then he got an eyeful of Edwin, naked and... all that. His skin was pink in some places, and he was messy. And, in all honesty, he had never looked more delicious. So Charles just sat there for a bit, staring without noticing himself. Only when he needed to take a breath, he realized that he had stopped breathing even... With a gasp, he got to his feet, clearing his throat as he joined Edwin.

Charles could not get his hands off of Edwin even in the shower. He didn't even pretend it was to help him clean up, no, it was just pure adoration and maybe a little obsession. Though, at the end he did discover the blessings and the curse of a hot shower after a long day. It made him feel just how exhausted he was.

For as much as Edwin wasn't entirely fond of physical contact, it was different when it was Charles, and it was even more different here and now, when he felt a little as if those touches were keeping him grounded, keeping him from drifting away too badly and shoring him up from just collapsing under the weight of his own -entirely happy- emotions.

Clean and still damp, Edwin did still manage to take the time to yank the soiled sheet off of the air mattress and shake out a clean one before sprawling out on it, all but dragging Charles down with him, tucking his head against Charles' shoulder, stifling a yawn with the back of his wrist, laughing softly after, "Might not get that second round after all."

He knew they still had some time, the shower hadn't taken that long, but he was feeling pleasantly drowsy, though not so much so that he couldn't rally, in the event that Charles was actually ready for another round himself.

"Mmnno, we will, we gonna," Charles said, fighting with a yawn too. He put his arms around Edwin, loving the weight of his body against his, the scent of his skin and hair after a shower, so clean and so... casual. And Charles had to repress a shiver of something else than arousal. "Just... gotta take a quick snooze. Quick one... yeah?" He is trying to convince himself. As if fatigue worked that way. But he had to admit that with Edwin in his arms, with a safe bed, near their office, after a tiring day and a mindblowing night... he was fighting a losing battle. But maybe a quick nap wouldn't hurt. Just an hour or so. They would have time after that... "Resting my eyes an' all," Charles added, his eyes already closing.

In those few minutes when he was still half-awake and could feel Edwin, he was the happiest person alive. And then, sleep claimed him, for far longer than a quick nap.

And when he jolts awake, he is in his true form; bruised and cold, in his undershirt, and for a split second, he has no idea where he is.

"Edwin?"

Edwin had simply made a quiet sound of agreement at each of Charles' gentle, rambling points, because yes, that was a perfectly good plan, just a quick nap to recoup some energy and then another round before the spell wore off.

He, likewise, dropped off to a full sleep before he'd fully realized it, despite only intending on a short nap.

It was fully dark when he woke again, certain he'd heard someone calling his name and likewise taking a moment to actually register where he was, not even realizing that he was also in the same state he'd been during his last stint in hell, but recognizing Charles' state almost instantly, holding out both hands instead of actually catching hold of him, "Oh Charles, I'm sorry."

Charles took one look at Edwin and his first thought was that they were back in Hell. And only the second was the realisation of what actually happened. He pushed himself up, sitting. His eyes were going wide as he was taking in Edwin's state, then he looked at his hands, too.

So they had no time... They fell asleep. It was supposed to be a quick nap. Charles opened his mouth to say just that but- Oh, he didn't have to take a breath. Being alive not long ago, and reverting back to being dead, and a ghost, was... it was a bit much. He could feel his stomach being upset, but he had none anymore. He couldn't get sick and yet he felt positively sick. He looked around, as if searching for an escape. He needed to get out of here, but- but Edwin- he couldn't leave him just like that, he couldn't.

"I... we..." Charles stuttered, his voice choking.

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