cw // somnophilia, 2.1 msq spoiler

veritas ratio remembers clearly what his dearest gambler told him before his untimely demise. in the privacy of aventurine's hotel room, aventurine told him that whatever is left of his body in reverie, it will be veritas' to use– a corpse is, after all, of no use for the IPC other than to pressure the family. aventurine joked that, should veritas wish to, he can also use his body if that's what he truly wanted.

the scholar has nothing to say about the offer, merely scoffing and stormed off the gambler's room.

and now here veritas stands, back within aventurine's room, eyes fixed upon the very same man who orchestrated his own death within the dreamscape. veritas was present, though far enough to not become a collateral damage, and witnessed as aventurine was torn into shreds from an inhuman power. he saw with his own eyes as aventurine's body disintegrate into dust– leaving nothing but the chaotic aftermath of his lamentable attempt of a grand exit.

yet here, within the reverie, aventurine's body remains pristine. his skin is clear of all blood and grime, hair perfectly styled with not a single strand out of place. it was as if everything that happened in the dreamscape was but a... dream– a nightmare.

veritas knows better.

aventurine is still lying on the pool. he doesn't respond to anything. he likely won't be, until he finds the way back– if he finds the way back.

the gambler's body doesn't react even as veritas steps into the pool. it doesn't twitch as veritas unfastens his sash, doesn't shift from the rustle of fabrics and splashes of water from the clothes being unceremoniously thrown into it. aventurine is completely unresponsive.

despite so, veritas opens his mouth anyway. "you've finally made your grandest gamble," he says as he lowers his now naked form on to aventurine's lap, "and in turn i have casted my die. my bet... is that you will return, alive and well."

the scholar has never indulged in his base instinct, or at least not before aventurine. it had been a simple curiosity at first from a scholar's perspective. simply because veritas wanted to know, to understand why men chase after them mindlessly. then it slowly festered into a bottomless want, to be claimed and caressed, to be worshiped and desired. it's fascinating what doors could be opened with the right people, and for veritas, aventurine was the one who held the key. veritas hadn't want to acknowledge it more than necessary. sure, he caught feelings, but the was no need to pursue it.

then aventurine /left/ and now veritas finds that his heart grows fonder for him. he begins to long for that man to come back– yearning for the gambler to open his eyes at this very instance and gives veritas his dashing yet aggravating smile.

veritas waits for nothing. he claims aventurine's lips with his own. veritas slides his tongue across aventurine's lips, feeling his heart begins to beat faster in the wake of touching a man deep asleep. but veritas doesn't shy away, instead he begins to suck. full teeth, nibbing against aventurine in an obsessive streak; to mark and claim before he lost his only chance.

veritas' hand shot towards the back of aventurine's head as he slips his tongue inside of aventurine's mouth, pulling the other man deeper into the kiss. veritas' other hand snakes up towards the crook of aventurine's neck, his fingers pressing against skin in hopes of leaving something– anything at all that could prove that veritas had laid claim to aventurine, much like aventurine had claimed veritas' heart.

his body is pressed flushed against aventurine's by the end of the kiss, but only veritas was left breathless. aventurine remains unaffected.

it would have left a huge scar on veritas' pride if veritas was of sane mind. he hadn't been quite sane after meeting aventurine.

then he lowers his attention towards aventurine's trousers. he makes short work of it, unzipping the pants and pushing down aventurine's boxer without pause. even soft, aventurine's shaft was nothing short of amazing in size.

veritas sucks on his own fingers to coat it with his own saliva– not too much; he doesn't have time to waste, he doesn't have much patience to even consider his own comfort.

veritas, always an efficient man, goes down to take aventurine's dick in his mouth as he spreads himself on his fingers. he had practiced fellatio many times before, aventurine as his sole target practice. he knows just how aventurine likes it, some few rolls of his tongue against aventurine's slit, a long lick to the base of his cock. if veritas feels a bit bratty, he could bite a little on aventurine's cock. it usually makes aventurine laugh menacingly and push veritas deeper into his cock. veritas feels like doing so, pressing teeth against flesh, not enough to hurt but most definitely enough to feel.

aventurine doesn't respond.

so veritas punishes himself, pushing him deeper on aventurine's cock enough for it to press against the back of his throat. enough for it to make him gag, but not enough for him to stop. he chases on the imagination that aventurine's hand was holding his head, controlling his movements so veritas would choke on his cock.

veritas pulls away before he could come from swallowing aventurine's cock. his body had adjusted too well from taking aventurine to the point that he could come without touching his own cock, a second longer with aventurine in his mouth would've send him over the edge. but that's not what veritas wants. veritas wants to come undone with aventurine's cock inside his ass.

and veritas did just that. he kneaded his ass with both of his hands, spreading it wide and taking in aventurine's cock, now at full mast (surprisingly) inside of him. he knew he hadn't prepared enough to take in aventurine's cock, but he relished in the burn of the stretch. the way it makes his body scream, the way it makes it believable that this is real– that it's aventurine inside of him.

there was no trace of the scholar in veritas as he begins to ride aventurine. shameless moans spill out from his mouth each time aventurine's cock drives deeper inside him, as it continuously rubs against his prostrate. veritas hands find purchase against aventurine's shoulders as he once again dives down to press his mouth on aventurine's, deepening into a searing kiss as he tilts his head to devour aventurine in desperation while his hips continue to grind against the gambler's groin, aventurine's cock never quite leaving before veritas' hungry hole swallows it whole again.

veritas wants– needs aventurine. he chases after aventurine's body with searing desire. it doesn't faze him that all this, at this very moment, are all one-sided; that aventurine doesn't respond to his advances. all veritas do is chase, chase, and chase.

until the point where veritas orgasmed, moaning aventurine's name as he comes. his cum shoots against both his and aventurine's body, smearing them with veritas' spend.

disappointingly, aventurine hadn't come as well.

then it again, veritas had always been the weaker of the two when it comes to endurance in sex.

veritas leans his head against aventurine's chest as he tries to catch his breath, eyes half-lidded as fatigue takes over him. despite taking selfishly from aventurine, veritas was still left unsatisfied. aventurine's voice, touches, and masterful ministration has always been key to the full experience after all– veritas lamented.

but beggars cannot be choosers.

veritas hand takes aventurine's and brings it to his own cheek, reveling in the warmth still trapped within fleshly confines. for now, this will do.

"you best not disappoint me, gambler." veritas whispers.