Lambert kicks the foul beast one last time and leans against a tree still holding his sword. He brings a hand to his side and his glove comes away red, in the frenzy of the fight he hadn’t noticed how serious the beast had caught him but blood running down his leg which means he’ll have to mend his armor, and underarmor, and shirt, and Fuck.

“You done,” he bites “or you want to keep playing with it a bit more?”

Aiden rises slowly from his crouched position where he’d been picking at the corpse with his knife. He moves towards Lambert, like a predator stalking its prey, and Lambert realises he’s in one of his moods. Fuck again.

With a swift move, Aiden pins Lambert to the tree with an arm, jolting his wound and burying the knife by his ehad. Lambert doesn’t stop him when he feels Aiden’s other hand travelling down his chest to his side, and barely has time to grit his teeth to quiet a groan as two fingers prob at his wound.

Lambert bites his lips trying not to whimper and his legs begin to shake as Aiden presses inside. He grips Aiden’s arm with his free hand like it’s his only anchor to life, not stopping but encouraging, and feels the ghost of Aiden’s breath at his throat a moment before his teeth sink in.

“That all you’ve got?” Lambert pants and it comes out more like a plea.

Aiden pulls back a bit after giving his side a light squeeze that has Lambert seeing stars, and hums as he licks his hand while holding Lambert’s stare, tasting his blood, tasting *Lambert*. Like he can’t get enouogh, like he needs to eat him whole. Lambert trhows his head back with a thump as he groans. Aiden grabs his face and forces his jaw open, releasing him from the pin and kissing him, lips so soft with a copper tang, a taste of himself, so intexicating it makes Lambert lightheaded.

“Fucking hell, Aiden!” Lambert hisses into their kiss when Aiden slips his still bloodied hand under his waistband and cups him under his codpiece, warm and slick and rough.

Aiden starts a slow pace, twisting and squeezing just on the right side of too much, just as he knows Lambert loves. Aiden growls a warning into Lambert’s neck as he was chasing his pleasure. He fits his body against Lambert’s where he can feel how much he’s enjoying this and, good gods, he’s rutting against him following the same rhythm he likes fucking lambert with, and Lambert can only hold onto him tighter and spread his legs wider.

Lamber is dying, he could be dying, the coil in his gut is pulling tighter threating to snap as Aiden’s pace speeds up. Aiden’s firm body the only think keeping him upright as Lambert feels his legs about to give up. He’s biting Lambert’s neck again, marking the wolf as his and leaving Lambert to shout his pleasure and curse and beg freely, Aiden’s name on his tongue like a prayer, as Aiden’s frantic movement skyrockets him into an orgasm. Lightheaded from blood loss and trembling, Aiden keeps working him through his aftershocks until they blend into overstimulation that has lambert whimpering. Pathetically.

As Lambert comes back to his senses two fingers press to his lips and opens his mouth obediently, because he would let Aiden do everything he wanted. Anything. His spend mixed with the remains of his drying blood tastes bitter on his tongue but he still hums and nips lightly at Aiden’s fingers. Aiden who is rutting against him with determination now as blood still tickles down Lambert’s leg, no technique only pure animal need, until he comes with a snarl in a few uncoordinated thrusts.

Their panting is the only thing they can hear for a few minutes as they collect themselves. Aiden’s body is heavy draped over him like a puppet with its strings cut., unable to hold their combined weight, Lambert slides the both of them to the ground until they’re propped against the tree, Aiden curled to his chest.

There’s a soft rustling sound and a glass vial is pressed to Lambert’s lips. He drinks at the familiar scent of Kiss and sighs relieved as the trickling on his side stops.

“One day I’ll kill you” Aiden says breaking the silence, “I’ll fuck you as you bleed out and won’t realise until it’s too late”

“you won’t” lambert tries to sound reassuring but he can feel Aiden trembling in his arms, “I know you would’ve stopped.”

“you can’t know that Lambert, when I get like this I can’t control myself.”

“Aiden look at me, our line of work is dangerous, you've saved my ass countless times already, if I was dying I’d rather have you by my side and take the risk.” Aiden doesn’t look very convinced at that but settles down. “Hey at least you went for fucking instead of killing. I’m flattered.”

Aiden snorts.

“And you know I’m always down for that, even if I’m bleeding out a bit.”

“You’re incorrigible!” He says swatting at Lambert lightly, but he’s fighting back a smile so Lambert squeezes him tighter in his arms.

Yeah, it might take some work but they will be alright.