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It had started out right. Heisenberg had explained his brilliant team up plan to Winters, the only true way to kill his bitch of a “mother”. But Ethan had turned him down, which really pissed the lord off. What was this idiot not getting? Which resulted in his final threat, pushing the chair the man was sitting in into a hole and holding him up by his arm.
“Last chance.”
Fear crosses Winters face, the sounds his little “creations” were making directly under them making his face scrunch in terror. Heisenberg marveled at the hand he was currently holding. How long had it been? How long had he been in solitude, that a man missing two fingers was the first person in a long time that he had touched. He couldn’t remember, probably right before Miranda snatched him, but his musings were cut short by a sharp inhale. He looked down to his potential partner and was met with a returning gaze.
“FINE. Fine. I’ll help you. Rose and I… we will help. Please. Please just pull me up.”
Heisenberg felt the corner of his lips twitch up into a small smile as he pulled Ethan out of the hole. . Excellent. Just as he had planned.
“Good choice Winters. Excellent. Now we must start-”
“Wait a damn minute you fucking asshole” Ethan spit out, grabbing Heisenberg by his collar “I’m with you to kill Miranda, but Rose doesn’t get hurt. Understood?”
Heisenberg felt a loud chuckle escape his lips, before he could stop it. Winters just continued to shock him. He pried both of Ethans hands off his coat, Ethan letting them fall to his side “See, this is why I wanted you in the first place. Of course, I promise your little jar baby will not be harmed.” Ethan winced at “jar baby” and Heisenberg made a mental note that “jar baby” might not be the best choice of words for the man's daughter.
“Come Winters, rest yourself. We have plenty of work ahead of us, and I’m really going to need you.”
He had been the one to tell him to rest, but Heisenberg wasn’t expecting this. Instead of slumping against a wall somewhere, Ethan sat literally ass to ass with him on the workbench bench, thighs pressing firmly together. Then the upper half of Ethan leaned onto Karl’s body and he lost his train of thought.
“M’sorry I just… it’s been… I just need” Ethan tried to explain, but the sorrow in his voice was too much for Heisenberg.
“Comfort?” He supplied, looking for a reaction on the blond's face.
“Comfort.” Ethan agreed. He then bolted up off the bench and threw his hands into his face. “Fucking comfort. I need comfort from a fucking psycho metal man who’s family has been trying to kill me and cut my daughter into pieces. Fuck this place. Fuck this. I-”
He didn’t know why he did it. But he stood up slowly and wrapped his larger arms around the man before him, cutting his rant right off. The last time Heisenberg had been hugged? Before Miranda had stolen him. Before the mutilation of his body and mind. And here he was, Miranda’s monster son, holding the enemy. That tall bitch he called sister would be mocking him for his softness, if she wasn’t 6 feet under. Ethan was stiff under his touch, his heart hammering at his chest. Heisenberg could practically hear Ethans brain trying to work this out. But he wanted comfort. He was giving him fucking comfort. He was quite shocked when small arms reached around to hold him back. Karl sat his chin on the top of Ethans grimey hair, as Ethan forced his face into the crook of Heisenberg's neck. They stood for a few minutes, just basking in each other’s touch.
He suddenly felt Ethan slowly pull away, his arms unwrapping themselves, but his hands never strayed from his body. Ethan looked at him, almost nervously, his wide eyes never leaving his own. They stared at each other for much longer than necessary, almost long enough to be awkward.
“Listen Ethan” he began, hoping to jump back into planning. But he didn’t get that far. Because Ethan was slowly moving his head towards him, lips parting slightly, eyes closing. He was kissing him. Winters was kissing him. What the fuck? He wanted to protest, to push him away, but he found Ethans lips too soft to think that far.
It wasn’t even a good kiss. Ethan had just pressed his lips up to Karl’s, the angle slightly off. And neither of them were moving, just a simple press. Ethan must have realized, because he finally pulled back, not meeting Heisenberg's eyes.
“Shit this is fucked. I’m sorry, I’ll just-”
But Karl didn’t want to hear it. He reached his hands over to Ethan's face, cradling his jaw. Surging forward, his lips met Ethans again, this time much more forceful. There was a certain urgency to it, teeth clacking, lips moving, a bite to the lip here, a tongue snaking its way into a hot mouth there, and before long, both the final lord and his new partner were pulling apart, panting lightly. Karl held Ethans non-fucked up hand in his, bringing it slowly to his mouth, peppering kisses to the palm.
“If you wanted this kind of comfort Winters, all you had to do was ask.” He grinned his feral grin as Ethan audibly swallowed. He abruptly stood, pulling a still panting Ethan along with him. “I can show you a good time, darlin.”
He pulled Ethan towards the makeshift bed he had in the factory, pushing the younger onto it with ease. He shrugged his large coat off his shoulders, putting on a small show for the eyes he knew were drinking him in. Next was his hat and glasses, setting them aside. He turned his head to look back at Ethan, feeling oddly exposed without his frames. But the feeling was brief and turned right to desire. Ethan looked good like this. Laying back on his elbows, legs parted slightly, cheeks red and mouth parted. Looking up at him with his long eyelashes and brown eyes.
He all but pounced on the man in front of him, straddling his smaller frame, his much larger thighs covering Ethans. He settled for kissing him again, as his fingers ghosted over buttons, softly undoing them. Ethan stifled a groan and threaded his fingers through Karl’s grey hair as Karl moved from his lips to his neck, marking and sucking on the skin there.
“Wait! Wait, ahh, Heisenberg please.” Ethan pleaded suddenly, just as the final buttons were undone on Ethans shirt.
“Karl. Call me Karl if we are doing this.” He replied, still attached to Ethans neck like a leech, suckling marks into his sweat glistened skin.
“Okay then. Karl. Please… oh god, please wait.”
Karl unhooked himself from his current position, easing himself up to look Winters in the face. His face was flush, but a blush was beginning to form. “What is it then darlin’? I thought we were-”
“I know. And I’m, well I’m sorry. I don’t think we should...” He didn’t finish his sentence, looking up at Karl in embarrassment. Karl shut his mouth with a small click of his teeth, feeling his anger starting to grow. He sat up all the way now, his body moving itself off of Ethans. “Wait Heisen- Karl. Wait I didn’t-”
“It’s fine Winters, I don’t know what I was expecting.” He snapped out, way harsher than he intended. He brought a hand to his temple and sighed. “It’s fine, really. You don’t have to- I wouldn’t force you to-, let’s just forget it.”
He turned to walk out, not wanting Ethan to see the embarrassment or disappointment that must have been apparent on his face. He heard Ethan rustling behind him, but paid him no mind, just focusing on the loud banging below and the door he was trying to exit. What was he thinking in the first place? Ethan was not only recently widowed, he was also a normal human. Not some monster, like Heisenberg was.
“WAIT! Please wait!” Ethan yelled from behind him.
He turned, wanting to reassure him again, but the words died on his lips when he saw Ethan standing in front of the bed. Ethans shirt was now open, his earlier work. His bare chest was impressive, he obviously worked hard on maintaining his physique, but that’s not what caught his eye. It was the scarring under his nipples that had his attention.
Two almost identical scars marked the light skin, healed, unlike the rest of the recent scars that marked his body. Ethan was breathing heavily, the blush still pinking his cheeks.
“What is-?”
“I didn’t want to alarm you, but I don’t have” he gestured down towards his lower half “i figured that might be a deal breaker for you.” His shoulders slumped a bit and he broke Karl’s gaze, looking down at the floor. “I had top surgery a couple years before I met Mia.” He whispered suddenly.
“So Rosemary is?”
Ethans eyes rose at the mention of his daughter, widening. “No, Rose was my egg” Ethan rushed out. “She’s mine.”
Heisenberg nodded slightly, holding Ethans attention. “And this is why you stopped? Not because I’m…” he trailed off, hoping his insecurities weren’t making this worse.
Ethan blushed again, smiling as he looked back at his feet. “No, it wasn’t you. I was just being careful. Not everyone is … comfortable with it so…” he trailed off.
Heisenberg nodded, not fully understanding. What did he care if Ethan had upgraded his body to his liking? They both stood awkwardly, both unsure of how to proceed. Fuck it. It was possible his “mother” would kill one or both of them very soon. Ethan was a beautiful specimen and Karl wasn’t missing his chance. Heisenberg slowly moved towards Ethan, not wanting to scare him off, and Ethan shuffled back, wincing slightly. Heisenberg found himself face to face with an almost terrified looking Ethan. “Ethan” he said softly, turning Ethans fear into confusion “May I touch you?”
Ethans eyes widened and his mouth parted. “You still want to…?” He questioned.
Heisenberg didn’t bother replying, he instead brought his hand to the two scars on Ethans chest. He gently traced both with the tips of his fingers, feeling the raised skin against his finger. Ethan shivered underneath his touch. And Karl loved it. He removed his fingers, smiling at the small hmpf Ethan let out. That hmpf was quickly replaced with a sigh as Heisenberg placed his lips on one of the scars, kissing it gently. He did the same to its matching scar, brushing a nipple as he passed. Ethan grabbed Karl’s waist and pulled him forward so they were chest to chest.
“So impatient.” He cooed.
“Take me to bed, you metal fuck.”
And so he did.