Nick's eyes flit to Michael's shoulders, as if searching for something, and his hands reach out to touch something that is there only for him, perhaps. Or that only he knows is there.
Michael's eyes widen - startled wide. And he starts breathing hard, very hard.
No. No. No. God, no. Shit.
"Nick..." he pants, blinking finally, "you can't tell anyone. Fuck. Nick, no one. Not anyone. Dammit. I knew there was a reason... fuck." He clamps his eyes shut, his teeth together and growls - angry, defensive. But, for whatever reason, he hasn't made Nick get up yet.
He sighs into the bed, the pillows. "Fuck it." Eyes still closed, angry tears slide out. "Please, don't ever call me that and please don't tell anyone else. Please, Nick." Pain rushes back... it was gone, but it's coming back - different pain, but it feels the same.
"I've slept with most of the people in this place when David was gone...and I've bitten almost all of them. To learn their secrets...to know their souls."
He's naked and covered in bloodsweat...but he looks utterly comfortable.
"I tell no one. I never tell. For most, I use that knowledge to control and manipulate. I swear...on my own honor, on David...I wouldn't do that to you."
There's one last muffled 'thank you' as he moves in, curling into Nick as much as he can and he drifts off to sleep, pushing the pain away again, just for the night.
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Don't blaspheme in my head when I'm fucking you, Michael. It stings.
And he pulls his fangs out, licking carefully at the wounds...
And then his eyes go wide.
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It only stings if I do it while you're fucking me? Yeah, he can snark when he's been fucked to shit-knows-where and back.
He closes his eyes and sighs. "What the fuck is wrong, Nick?" he manages to speak between pants.
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"Nothing."
His voice is far away.
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The bite and what Nick can do and does doesn't even register with him just now.
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"Gabriel."
He meets eyes with Michael.
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No. No. No. God, no. Shit.
"Nick..." he pants, blinking finally, "you can't tell anyone. Fuck. Nick, no one. Not anyone. Dammit. I knew there was a reason... fuck." He clamps his eyes shut, his teeth together and growls - angry, defensive. But, for whatever reason, he hasn't made Nick get up yet.
He sighs into the bed, the pillows. "Fuck it." Eyes still closed, angry tears slide out. "Please, don't ever call me that and please don't tell anyone else. Please, Nick." Pain rushes back... it was gone, but it's coming back - different pain, but it feels the same.
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He looks to Michael.
"I've slept with most of the people in this place when David was gone...and I've bitten almost all of them. To learn their secrets...to know their souls."
He's naked and covered in bloodsweat...but he looks utterly comfortable.
"I tell no one. I never tell. For most, I use that knowledge to control and manipulate. I swear...on my own honor, on David...I wouldn't do that to you."
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Eyes still closed, tears still falling; he doesn't want to open his eyes; doesn't want to see anything - at all.
Through a strained voice he isn't even sure is working, he says, "Thank you."
He's exhausted, from sex, from pain, from thinking, from feeling. He needs to rest, sleep, something. But not alone. Stay with me. Will you?
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"As you wish."
And he settles down.
Sleep.
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