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Bessieres' Cat fight
6 : 48 in the morning and Murat had enough things to think about. What was he doing today? Why does the after life exist? If you kill a killer does the number of killers go down? Thankfully his thoughts stopped upon seeing Bessieres and Lannes arguing just down the hall. Ah yes , more tax evasion probably. Upon walking over , he was met with Ney stood in front of the matter.
"Early morning for you too?"
"What did Lannes do?"
"Oh no , it was Bess this time." Ney shrugged as the 2 continued arguing as Bessieres spoke up.
"Joachim , help me will you?"
"I just got here , someone catch me up."
Jean yelled , "These...these uncivilised theocrats believe the worst of me!"
"Tax evasion?"
"Wh-No!"
"Jean's a twink and he won't admit it."
Murat blinked , bored and confused , "When did you come into work?
"That doesn't matter ," Bessieres flicked his hand , patting his shoulder , "Joachim , old buddy , old pal."
"I'm 1 year older-."
"Do us all a favour and tell Jean that he is what he is."
He looked at Jean , the centis wings snapped shut as he grabbed his halo , staring at Joachim with narrow eyes.
"I'd rather not be assaulted at 7 in the morning."
Bessieres glared at him as Jean laughed , pointing at the catholic , "Told you!"
"I didn't say you aren't?"
"SHUT UP!"
It was getting boring now to Ney , who walked over , his wings separating the 2. He rubbed his eyes while speaking , his voice as groggy as his morning attitude , "Jean and Jean , do us all a favour and get to your quarters , Napoleon will be here any minute now and I'd rather not deal with his attitude."
Jean let out a huff , pointing between his eyes and back at Bessieres as he walked off , "This argument isn't over."
"...We all agree he's a twink right?"
. . .
"...what's a twink?"
After Hours
"Hey , Ney , can you stay behind for the night shift?" Napoleon asked , walking down one of the halls holding a letter from Alexander , unconsciously reading through each overly horned word.
"Uhh- I've got stuff planned with Aglaé."
"I wasn't asking , I was telling you."
Ney dropped every to turn and look at Napoleon , some fine china likely breaking , "I can't just drop a date night I've planned for months!"
Lannes peaked over his door , "I'll cover it , don't worry."
"Really?" Michel sighed , feeling a mental load come off his shoulders as Napoleon saw his expression.
"Yeah , no issue , Louise and Josie are around Marie's so I'm not expected." He shrugged , nearly dodging Bessieres' pat on the head , rolling his eyes before the elder one spoke.
"Right , well , I'm out ; see y'all fucktards tomorrow."
"Anyone can marry a dog , Jean!" Lannes yelled , holding his fingers up , "Especially a bitch."
"Virgin castratee."
"Overrated hooker."
"Same time tomorrow."
"Fuck you till then."
They nodded before respectfully telling each other to fuck off , a matter Napoleon and Ney couldn't give a damn about as they went their separate ways. As for Joachim , he remained in his office until he finally noticed it went dark , having spent most of the day either asleep or chatting with Bessieres. He loved his job.
After a few seconds and placing a few orders , he retired for the night , clocking out until he noticed the light in Jean's office still on. After some brief confusion , he made his way over , pushing the door open - immediately making eye contact with Jean who looked as bored and confused as him.
"...Hello"
"...Hey , are you-?"
"Yeah , yeah I am." Jean smiled , almost sarcastically.
They nodded before Joachim walked in , closing the door as his tail barely passed through.
"Go home , Murat."
"Nah , nothing happens at night , you'd know."
"Still , it's better-."
"To be cooped up all night on a desk rather than walking around?"
"...fair enough."
Murat sat on Lannes' desk , the 2 barely speaking , just looking around awkwardly. Jean looked outside , the office door , it's frosted windows couldn't let a guard see.
"Are you just gonna stare at me then?" He moved off his chair , pushing it away as he set down his halo.
"Jean..?" Joachim looked over , expectingly as he forced himself off and viewed his friend lay back - as tired as one could be.
"Well?"
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Jean’s eyes followed Joachim as he stood up and stepped closer , the space between them charged now - no longer bored silence , but something humming. Something electric. The halo on Jean’s desk flickered , like even it wasn't sure if it should be watching this as he tossed it into a drawer , making Joachim scoff.
“You just gonna stand there and stare?” Jean asked, his voice low, dry.
“I'm just trying to figure out if this is a bad idea.” Murat said, stepping between Jean’s legs, hands on the arms of the chair.
Jean tilted his head, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along Joachim’s waistband. “You're not one for thinking things over , although I do suppose Napoleon might have some complaints.”
“And yet ,” Murat breathed, leaning down until their foreheads nearly touched, “you haven’t stopped me.”
After a brief breath , Lannes pulled him down by his tailcoat , kissing him messily as Joachim's hand ran down his waist. There was nothing graceful about it. They were sloppy , hands roaming with years of frustration spilling through fingertips , the heavy scent of musk and sweat thickened in the stale office air.
Jean's wings twitched , feathers ruffled from where Murat’s fingers had yanked them for balance and fraying off his back. He was lying back across the desk now , trousers barely around his thighs and shirt undone just enough to put back on if they were caught. Murat stood between his legs , still half-dressed with his belt undone and jacket on - but useless.
As Joachim drew back , he ran his hand down Jean's chest , undoing just one more button to humour Jean. After a few more seconds of unease , Lannes was pulled to his knees as he looked up at Joachim's erect cock. Jean began to slowly pull and grab his shaft as Joachim pushed him under the desk , feeling his moist mouth throat it all down.
As Jean gagged a bit , more saliva coating the hard penis , it's tip dripping with pre-cum and they'd barely started. When his mouth slowly peeled off , Joachim looked down , a little love drunk.
"Already trying to make me cum?" He dribbled , "You're so sweet."
Joachim didn't need anymore as he pulled him up back onto the table , kissing down his neck as his cock teased Lannes' hole. Jean looked at him , silently begging Joachim to ruin him as he tugged on his shaft. His wings bent against the table while pulling down his trousers. After a few seconds of making out , Jean pushed Joachim up and off of him as he turned around and leaned over the desk.
Jean pulled his jacket off and tossed it over , looking back and grinning , "Please Joach' , it's been weeks."
Joachim tugged Jean's waist back , his nails cutting into the centis skin as the winged softie rested his face into his arms. Jean whimpered into the table as he felt the incubus behind him move his cock inside , the tip scraped against his insides until it eventually made it's way through making him squeeze it , just adding to everything Joachim was loving.
He stood up with a breath , looking at the door before grabbing Joachim's collar and pulling him down , "Come on , Joachim , I know you like fucking whores.."
"Damn right." Joachim whispered , kissing Jean's neck as he rocked inside him , making the centi moan quietly , "You like that?"
"Yeah..yeah I do , right there."
While Joachim bit down on Jean's neck , moving faster than Jean was used to , his phone began to ring in his pocket. Jean looked over , gasping as he tried to tell the incubus , "Joach-Joachim , it's Bess he..he's waiting for you to pick up!"
"I'll call him back , just hold on."
"Wa-WAIT!" Jean gasped as Joachim rammed into him , tears slowly streaking down as he knocked his jacket off his desk , feeling all too much pleasure from Joachim's cock.
Meanwhile , Joachim's dick twitched inside Jean's ass , his tail whipping from behind as Jean moaned. He grabbed his hair , pulling his head back , exposing the throbbing pulse in his throat. Jean gasped, a desperate sound tearing from his mouth as Joachim’s thrusts grew relentless , faster , deeper. Slamming into him with a primal force that left him breathless.
Jean’s nails dug into the desk , his knuckles white , as his back arched , a silent scream caught in his throat. Each brutal plunge drove him further into a dizzying vortex of sensation, his body trembling on the brink of shattering.
"You like this , don’t you , Jean?" Joachim growled against his ear , his voice low and rough. His hand tightened in Jean’s hair , pulling harder , a possessive grip that left Jean helpless and exposed. "Beg for it , beg for me."
Jean whimpered , unable to form words , only a broken moan escaping as Joachim found a new , agonisingly sweet spot as he rammed into it repeatedly. His vision swam , tears freely streaming down his temples , mingling with the sweat that slicked his skin. The phone continued its insistent buzz against the desk , a distant and ignored reality as Jean’s world narrowed to the friction , the scent of sex and musk and the powerful body pressing against his.
"Please, Joach'… please!" Jean finally managed to choke out , his voice hoarse , a plea that was a desperate surrender. His hips bucked instinctively , chasing the impossible pleasure , even as his core screamed with the intensity. Joachim’s cock was a burning brand inside him , stretching him , filling him , driving him mad.
Joachim gave a rough laugh , a triumphant sound , "There it is...oh god yes!"
He bit down on Jean’s shoulder , hard enough to leave a mark and then , with a final roar , he pushed deeper than ever before. He held him there , letting Jean convulse around him as the first tremors of a violent orgasm seized his body. Jean screamed , a long drawn-out cry of pure , unadulterated release , his wings flaring out and then collapsing. Feathers scattered across the desk as his body spasmed around Joachim’s length.
Joachim followed moments later , a harsh groan tearing from his own throat as he emptied himself deep inside Jean , his tail whipping wildly , a silent testament to his own explosive climax. The aftershocks left them shuddering over the desk , breathless and utterly spent. The phone , now muffled by Joachim’s crumpled jacket , started buzzing again.
Joachim finally fished it out , not bothering to pull out of Jean. He squinted at the screen - Bessieres , predictable. He hit answer , but didn’t put it to his ear.
"Bess , I’m busy , call me later." He said , voice ragged and smug. There was a muffled squawk on the other end , Joachim hung up without waiting for a response , setting his phone down in the same drawer as Jean's halo. Jean groaned , face buried in 1 arm , the other reaching back to half-hardheartedly slap at Joachim’s thigh.
“You’re such an ass hole.”
Joachim only grinned , softening just enough to slide out and let Jean breathe. He grabbed a handful of tissues and gently started cleaning up the mess between Jean’s thighs , hands surprisingly gentle , "You love it , don't you?"
"I tolerate it." Jean sniffed , though he didn’t pull away. His wings fluttered - exhausted , but settling. Joachim pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck , then sat on the desk , tugging Jean’s hips so he could rest his head on his chest. For a moment , they were quiet. Jean running lazy fingers through Joachim’s hair , both of them soaking in the warmth.
"You gonna survive?" Joachim teased , voice low , "Or is the twink gonna faint?"
Jean snorted , but his voice was softer now , "If you call me a twink again , I’m throwing you out the window."
Joachim just smirked , nuzzling Jean’s stomach , "Y'know , you put up a good fight , but you’re not fooling anyone. The wings , the whining , the way you moan ; textbook.”
Jean flicked his head , "Not a twink."
"Bet you can’t go a whole day without someone calling you one."
Jean rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. At last , he pulled Joachim up by the collar , their faces inches apart , "If I admit it , will you shut up about it?"
Joachim grinned , something fond glinting in his eyes , "Only if you say it tomorrow , in front of Bessieres. Loudly."
Jean groaned , shoving at him - but there was no heat in it , "You’re the worst."
"And you’re a twink." Joachim pressed a soft kiss to Jean’s cheek , then nuzzled close , both of them letting the quiet settle over them. Just for now they were at peace. Tomorrow , Jean would admit it. Maybe. If only to shut Joachim up for 5 minutes. But for tonight , they stayed tangled together , the office dim and safe.
Admission of Guilt
The next morning , Jean looked like hell - shirt wrinkled , hair wild and a distinct limp in his walk. He slouched behind his desk , trying to appear busy as the others trickled in , voices echoing down the hall. Bessieres was the first to barge in , still clutching a mug of coffee like it was a holy relic , "Well , well , if it isn’t our resident denier. Sleep well , Jean?"
Jean glared at him over a stack of paperwork , "Beautifully , dreamt I strangled you with your own halo."
Before Bessieres could retort , Joachim strolled in , looking infuriatingly fresh for someone who’d barely slept. He perched himself on the edge of Jean’s desk , smirking as if he owned the place.
"Morning twink." he said , loud enough for everyone in the corridor to hear.
Jean’s eye twitched. The room went quiet , Bessieres pausing mid-sip , Lannes peeking his head around the door frame , Ney not even pretending to hide his grin. Jean stared at his desk , jaw clenched , cheeks pinking. He took a breath - then another. He could feel Joachim’s gaze burning holes in the side of his head. Finally, Jean pushed his chair back and stood , wings fluffing defensively.
He looked around at his so-called colleagues and , with the air of a man facing a firing squad , cleared his throat.
"I’m-." he started , then scowled at Joachim , who wiggled his eyebrows in encouragement , "...I'm a twink..."
. . .
"That's nice Jean , do you want a medal?" Napoleon asked , looking over as the other merely shrugged all the same.
"Wait , but I thought this is what you guys wanted , you've been on my case for weeks over this!" Jean yelled , sitting up with slight pain in his waist.
"Sure , we all like you admitting the truth-."
"Rude"
"-but I'm more concerned with what I heard last night."
Joachim tripped on air , his tail catching himself by a window making Napoleon stifle a snicker. Jean looking at Bessieres then back at Napoleon , confused and worried , "...Last night?"
"Well yes , this is my palace so of course I could hear something...didn't you 2?"
"No!"
"NO , what are you on about!"
Bessieres grinned , as Napoleon walked off , "I'll grab the CCTV recording-."
"NO!"