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in retrospect he likely could have called someone to come help him. he had been in new haven his whole life and knew enough people, and had helped plenty, that surely someone would have answered the call and agreed to come over... but, instead, he tried stubbornly to handle it on his own. which is how it was up the stairs and sitting awkwardly on the building's stoop. granted that was only six, or so, steps but he had done it all on his own.

the rest wasn't going to be that easy. he knew that; hence calling out when he saw the other passing. cj wouldn't have blamed them if they kept walking, or made up some sort of excuse. in fact, the fairy expected it so much he was already thinking of who he could call after the man told him no.

much to his surprise, he agreed to help instead.

"oh, thank you." he perked up as the other changed direction and started making his way towards cornelius and his loveseat. clambering off of the seat they were about to carry, he wedged himself into place between the other arm and the front door to his building. pulling the door open, and keeping it propped open with his foot, he then turned back to face the newcomer as he got into position-- as best he could-- on his end. "that sounds like a good plan to me. i owe you one, really." he spoke up with a smile as he bent forward and gripped onto the arm. "okay, let's do this." taking a deep breath, he gripped onto the arm and let one tiny little last detail slip out as he lifted his side of the loveseat and began stepping backwards into the apartment building. "i'm on the third floor, and at the opposite end of the hallway from the stairs. not too far to go."

It actually looked kind of neat, the loveseat on the stoop in the moonlight. Almost like it was meant to be there. But then, Tristan had realized long ago that a lot of things looked like they belonged at night, when he doubted they looked that way during the daylight hours. He was staring at the loveseat as he passed by, deep in thought, when Cornelius' voice finally permeated those thoughts.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, totally," he said, smiling at the other and changing his direction. Instead of walking past, he was now walking towards, looking at the stoop and then at the loveseat and nodding. "Here, if I take this end, and you take the other, you lead the way and I'll guide it in," he offered, putting his hands on one arm of the loveseat, ready to lift as soon as Cornelius was in place.

"i probably should have led with that. sorry." the smile he offered as he spoke was apologetic and genuine. the whole reason he was in this pickle was the fact he didn't want to be a burden on people. he, clearly, got lost somewhere in the execution because he was actively being a burden but at least the other seemed to be a good sport about the whole thing; and strong. very strong. there was a brief flicker of distraction, his blue eyes cutting down to look at the other's arms, but he was quick to regain composure as the loveseat shifted in his grip.

leading them into the building, once they were past the hassle of the front door, they were at least already in the stairwell so he slowly turned around-- while holding onto the couch-- so that his back was now to the man helping him.

"i appreciate the gesture but i find it incredibly hard to believe that you have nothing better to do tonight. we aren't a big city, sure, but new haven still has plenty to offer for it's night life. we have... one bar. two tops?" he joked, talking over his shoulder as he did his best to lead them up the stairs without pulling the other behind him; he was carrying the brunt of the loveseat's weight now that it was tilted.

Tristan lifted his end of the loveseat, and slowly worked his way forwards. He was careful to wait for Cornelius to move first, following behind and doing his best to carry more weight so the other could focus more on direction. The vampire was grateful now that he was pretty dedicated to working out regularly; the furniture wasn't that heavy, but it was heavy enough that three floors and a hallway would be a pretty big feat. He just laughed though when the other told him where his apartment was. "Yeah, that's all?" He teased, raising a brow. He didn't back off though, more than willing to get the loveseat all the way there.

"Don't worry about it, man. I didn't have anything better to do," he reassured him, shrugging his shoulders as best he could while still carrying the bulky item. Tristan was usually willing to help someone out.

"really? you already look pretty good-- i mean strong," he commented, glad his back was to the other now as he blushed at his flub. "yeah... good and strong..." he wasn't sure if the other had flexed on purpose, or if he was simply moving, but the fairy knew that whatever it was he was bound to get distracted. the last thing he needed to do while getting the man to help him was completely freeze on the stairs or worse, make them go too far, all because he was staring. if anyone asked, though, he turned around so it would be easier for him to lead.

"wait, do you really? now i feel like a bit of an ass, i can't believe i haven't noticed you there before. i definitely would have noticed you." in the fairy's defense he hadn't been fully himself in a long time now and rather than spending most of his nights out on the town, like he used too, he was hiding away in his apartment. hell. that's why he got this loveseat. he wanted something comfortable that he could lounge on while reading. "i've never thought about it but i probably wouldn't spend my nights off at work either... you could always catch a movie at the theater or, if the sharks and other mer's aren't feeling territorial, you could always go for a swim at the lake." he offered as he turned back to look over his shoulder at tristan, as best he could, with a smile. "guess i'm lucky you really didn't have anything to do."

"yeah, sorry. my name is cornelius but most people just call me cj. the full thing is too formal." he mused. "it's nice to meet you tristan."

making it onto the third floors landing, he was stubborn and didn't want to set the loveseat down but was clearly struggling to get the door to the hallway open with his elbow. after trying for a minute longer than he probably should have, while almost all of the loveseats weight was sitting on tristan's chest, he finally gave up and used a bit of his magic to just... open the door. something he could have potentially down to get the couch up here in the first place. "okay. this should be the easy part." with a renewed sense of confidence, he lead them through the doorway and began the long walk down to the other end of the building; down to where his apartment was waiting for them.

"Seriously, it's fine. I don't mind going up a few flights of stairs. I'm stronger than I look," he reassured the other with a wink. He noticed Cornelius look at his arms, and he may have flexed them just a little bit. Just the smallest, teensiest bit. Tristan didn't often show off, but if someone was going to look so obviously, who was he to deny him an even better view? Smiling cheekily, Tristan continued to follow along up the stairs, maneuvering the loveseat as needed.

He didn't struggle with the weight of the seat, just made sure he wasn't pushing Cornelius up the stairs at all as they made their way upwards. "Yeah, I work at one of 'em. I got tonight off, though. No big plans or anything," he explained, thinking about work for only a few seconds before shaking it out of his head. He never really knew what to do with his nights off, hence the evening walk he'd been on prior to helping Cornelius with his loveseat. "You got a name?" He asked after a moment, staring at the back of the other's head. "Mine's Tristan."

meme day prompt - @allfangnostake sent 23a for cj/tristan

rather than spending another night on his own, or making questionable choices at one of the bars in new haven, the fairy chose to call on a new friend of his. it wasn't anything special, having cornelius refer to you as a friend. in his mind everyone he met, and even those he hadn't, were a friend. so while he might have used that term for everyone tristan should have felt special, at least, in the fact he was the first person the fairy thought to call. and the intentions were innocent-- really they were. cj wanted to get to know him more. he just wanted to spend the night talking and drinking with him. he had no other intentions.

well, for someone with no other intentions, it certainly didn't take long for the two of them to wind up naked; cj climbing onto tristan's lap as he sat back on the loveseat he helped move into the place. it was fitting, in a way. moaning as he lowered himself onto the other's arousal and began steadily bouncing himself, his right hand fell to grip onto tristan's powerful thigh to support himself as he looked back over his shoulder and watched as the other disappeared into him.

with the night off, rather than being productive and trying to learn more about his magic and trying to control it he fell back into his usual routine of wandering around aimlessly. though this time was a bit different. he didn't have his skateboard on him.

when the other crossed his path, iain smelled it on him immediately. the alpha was in rut. if he had been smart he would have politely declined or found someone else to distract the alpha with; messing around with alphas was already dangerous enough for an omega, but one in rut? he was just asking for trouble at that point. good thing for tristan, iain never seemed to make the smart choice. already disarmed by how handsome the man was in general, the omega was almost instantly seduced by the way tristan couldn't keep his hands to himself as they walked.

he was so wrapped up in the other's scent, and touches, that he didn't even mind that they were still somewhere public. laying down on the ground in the stolen privacy of the secluded spot the vampire had found for them, it was only a matter of seconds before he was naked and the other's hands were back on him. groaning, his head arched back as he felt the head of the other's cock rub against his slicked entrance before pushing inside. his whole body trembled as his lips stretched around the thick breach, his walls tight around the other's length as he began to sink into him. "i--" iain began to speak but the words were knocked from his lips, lost and forgotten in a breathy moan, as the other slammed forward and suddenly buried himself fully inside the omega. "f-f-fuck..." the word fell from his lips in a stammer as he gripped at his shirt beneath him, as he gripped at the ground, as tristan pulled back and began snapping his hips forward again in a slow, drawn out, rough rhythm.

meme day prompt - mostlyrandomized for iain/tristan - 30a

He should've been at home, avoiding any of the pliant, supple omegas wandering about town at night. Tristan knew better than to leave his apartment when he was in full rut, but he'd spent the better part of the past few days just pacing back and forth in his room. He was hungry, for more than just blood this time.

It had seemed beyond his control, the way he'd swung his door open as soon as the sun had set. The way he wandered in the early evening hours, making eyes at every omega to look in his direction. This one was pretty, that one looked easy to throw around, and another looked...Tristan didn't have words for it, but he used what few words he did have to convince the other to go for a stroll with him. He'd been unable to keep his hands off of Iain, wrapping an arm around his waist and letting his fingertips get just under his shirt so he could stroke at the skin of his hip. When they'd reached a secluded place, Tristan had wasted no time.

He entered the other slowly, at first, letting Iain feel the stretch of his cock breaching his body. Tristan's hands moved to hold Iain's thighs, and as he was halfway in he found himself unable to stop his hips from snapping forward, burying himself inside of the other. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward again in a slow, but rough rhythm.

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he was often the first to pipe up and call out alpha's for treating him and his fellow omega's as if they were nothing more than breeding stock but, like a true hypocrite, he also seemed to get drunk off of how good it felt to be treated like breeding stock. toes already curling as a mewling, whining sound of pleasure escaped him on the exhale, the omega lurched forward on the ground as tristan snapped into him again; a trail of goosebumps peppering his skin and chasing after the other's touch, and scratches, as tristan dragged his hand up iain's back and to his neck.

gasping as his hair gripped and his head was pulled back, he continued to stumble over his words and thoughts as each demanding slam of the alpha's hips into him forced a sharp, whimpered breath from the witch every time the other bottomed out inside him. "i-- no-- yes-- yes--" he stammered through moans as he was called a whore; his warm, velvety walls held tight around tristan's cock, the omega's lips quivering around him as he produced more and more slick, making it easier for the alpha to take him. "i-- couldn't help-- can't help myself." he tried to explain, his mind gone as he felt tristan's body against his back, as he was held up and arched into him, only for the alpha to pull back again so he could continue his onslaught with more leverage. "i like-- this-- you-- fuck-- feel good..."

Tristan wouldn't admit how long it had been since he'd felt the warm heat of another, especially during a rut. It almost awed him, the feeling of it. The way the body underneath him reacted, and the stammering voice of the soft little omega underneath him. As he snapped his hips forward again, one of his hands moved over Iain's ass and up the middle of his back, nails scratching up the back of his neck before raking through his hair. And then he was gripping, tightly, and pulling Iain's head back.

As he pulled, he leaned his own body forward, thrusts becoming shallow as he blanketed Iain's back with his own chest, his lips reaching the other's ear as he held tightly to his hair. "You feel so fuckin' good," he growled to the other, keeping his voice low so only Iain would hear. "You always this open for strangers? Ready to bend over at a moment's notice, yeah? Fuckin' whore." He was saying it before he could stop himself, self-control gone as he lifted his chest just enough to give himself better leverage again, snapping his hips a little faster.

as humiliating as it was to be called out so accurately, especially while the alpha was balls deep inside of him, there was nothing iain could do to argue or try to defend what might have been left of his honor. tristan was one hundred percent right. the witch wasn't even in heat so he couldn't really blame his gender for how compliant he had made himself; for how easily he had lent himself to be used. he loved this. "tristan--" managing the other's name, the witch practically spat it out with a loud, needy whimper as the vampire pulled out of him entirely just so he could push back into the omega; just so he could use the omega's own body against him, and highlight just how desperate he was with the way he squelched around the alpha's cock as it slid back into him. falling back into a broken pattern of whimpering, mewling breaths as his head was turned to make him look back at tristan as he was fucked, the omega's eyes fluttered he shuddered around the vampire.

"p-please..." he begged, softly, as he was railed against the ground. digging his own hands into the ground, so he had something to hold onto as tristan punctuated each taunting word with a hard, demanding thrust into him, the omega found himself getting closer and closer to his own edge only to suddenly feel empty. "please tr-tristan," it was a bit easier for him to find his words now that the alpha's cock wasn't inside of him, fucking him speechless. blushing at the thought of being left like this, slick still spilling out of his mound as the alpha shifted around to rest his cock in the valley of iain's cheeks, he lifted his head a bit as he looked back over his shoulder at the man behind him. as he did as he was told and begged. "please don't leave me like this. please i-- i need a strong alphe to use and knot me. i need your knot. please, sir," he whined, "breed me deep. knot me... please don't leave me like this..."

He could smell the arousal pouring out of Iain now, and it made Tristan laugh. A cold, cruel sound as he thrust himself fully into the other and then froze, giving a small jerk of the other's hair and laughing again. "You fuckin' love this, don't you? Holy shit, you're drippin', I can feel it," to enunciate this fact, he pulled out and then thrust right back in, the squelch enough proof to make him laugh just one more time. "No, baby, you can't help yourself. You're just a needy little omega, aren't you? Desperate for a strong alpha's knot?" He pulled out again, and thrust back in again. "Fuckin' beg for it, then." Tristan growled, his fangs out now as he sneered, making sure to pull Iain's hair to the side a bit so he was forced to turn his face a little towards the vampire.

"Beg. For. Your. Knot." He hissed, each word enunciated with a sharp thrust, the hand not tangled in Iain's hair now gripping tightly to his hip, keeping it held down against the hard ground. "Or maybe I'll just fuckin' leave you like this. Drippin' onto the floor, naked and cold. Maybe another alpha will find you and take pity on you," he pulled out completely, though his hands held Iain in place. Slowly, gently he let his cock rest on Iain's ass, grinding lightly against it, looking down to watch it twitch against the plump flesh. "Up to you, darlin'."