Michael pushes and rolls and works his way to laying atop Nick, knees on either side of the vampire's hips, chest splayed out over Nick's. He presses his lips to Nick's - hard, rough, hungry, passionate, wanting. Because the stupid vampire was right - it did feel fucking amazing.
Suddenly, the kiss stops, but his mouth is still against Nick's. What the fuck do you mean you 'know what's there'?
He's still a moment - except for the heavy breathing. Then he resumes the kissing - because, damn, it's Nick. The kisses are deep and hot and long and slow.
I'll hold it up long enough for us to finish...then you're on your own, Michael.
His own hands wander, sliding along the planes of Michael's back, across scars and marks, lingering with care over each one, touch light and almost teasing except that it never leaves the skin.
Shit, Nick. Fucking bed can fall into the damned bar. I'll sleep on the floor.
He loves the feel of Nick's hands on his skin, touching his back. Considering it was Nick who introduced all of the nice, lingering touching as 'good things', he especially loves it when it's Nick doing the touching. Please, keep doing that. While he continues to hold the kiss.
He'd ask if Nick wanted company, but that's not fair to David, so, he doesn't ask.
One hand continues while the other moves to his face, tracing the line of the scar there with his thumb carefully, gently. His eyes are still glowing faintly, his lips curved in a gently smile for the few moments they're pulled away from Michael's before he cups the other man's cheek in his palm to kiss him again.
He doesn't move his head as Nick's thumb traces the long scar on his face. He catches the faintest hints of the glowing eyes, but doesn't pay them much attention, he just lets himself be drawn into the kiss.
He could stay here, all night, but he knows that won't happen either. He knows Nick will go and he'll be left here, alone, in this room, with his broken bed and the hole in the wall. Maybe he will curl up and sleep on the floor tonight.
Because he loves David. Because David is his other half. Because David is the completion to his soul...but he cares about Michael deeply...and he wishes he could take that pain away from him. Wishes he could take the loneliness away for another night.
And he projects now. It's not calm or peace. It's just love...because he knows that Michael doesn't realize simple truths sometimes, and the fact that he is loved is one of those truths.
A few more minutes. I drank from you so...I can skip a meal this time. Just...
And he doesn't tell him; he just kisses him again, hot and slow and deep and soft and with more feeling than Michael probably realizes he has for him.
He sighs into the kiss and feels all of the emotion, the love, even though he, subconsciously, tries to push it away - he can't. It's the one emotion that is just too strong for him to fight. That's why he hid from it for so long. It was the one thing in all the world he couldn't fight.
Nick, stop. He wants Nick to stop throwing emotions at him... or, thinks he does.
Even if I stop, you'll still know it. Even if I stop, it's still true. Even if I stop...you're still loved.
And he doesn't pull away, doesn't stop kissing, doesn't stop projecting because while he always gives people what they want, sometimes he gives them what they need...
And let's his heart take the scars for the consequences.
Slowly, he starts trying to pull out of the kiss - slowly because he knows Nick won't let him out if he jerks away.
Nick, please, let me go.
Now he wants to be alone; wants to curl up in the corner with a pillow and a blanket and go to sleep. He's used to it. It's how he's spent most of the last seventy years - alone.
He ignores everything - the thoughts, the movements, the kiss - as Nick leaves, then rolls off the bed. It's gonna fall down anyway. He yanks all the pillows off the bed - there's only six or seven - and the blankets and tosses them all into the corner - the corner farthest from the door - away from everything. He sits down, back against the wall, blanket over him and stares off into nothing.
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Suddenly, the kiss stops, but his mouth is still against Nick's. What the fuck do you mean you 'know what's there'?
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And Nick's hand, arm curled around to pet carefully at his hair.
I swear to you...
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My bed is gonna fall apart, you know that?
And a hand trails down Nick's chest, abs, hips...
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His own hands wander, sliding along the planes of Michael's back, across scars and marks, lingering with care over each one, touch light and almost teasing except that it never leaves the skin.
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He loves the feel of Nick's hands on his skin, touching his back. Considering it was Nick who introduced all of the nice, lingering touching as 'good things', he especially loves it when it's Nick doing the touching. Please, keep doing that. While he continues to hold the kiss.
He'd ask if Nick wanted company, but that's not fair to David, so, he doesn't ask.
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One hand continues while the other moves to his face, tracing the line of the scar there with his thumb carefully, gently. His eyes are still glowing faintly, his lips curved in a gently smile for the few moments they're pulled away from Michael's before he cups the other man's cheek in his palm to kiss him again.
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He doesn't move his head as Nick's thumb traces the long scar on his face. He catches the faintest hints of the glowing eyes, but doesn't pay them much attention, he just lets himself be drawn into the kiss.
He could stay here, all night, but he knows that won't happen either. He knows Nick will go and he'll be left here, alone, in this room, with his broken bed and the hole in the wall. Maybe he will curl up and sleep on the floor tonight.
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Because he loves David. Because David is his other half. Because David is the completion to his soul...but he cares about Michael deeply...and he wishes he could take that pain away from him. Wishes he could take the loneliness away for another night.
And he projects now. It's not calm or peace. It's just love...because he knows that Michael doesn't realize simple truths sometimes, and the fact that he is loved is one of those truths.
A few more minutes. I drank from you so...I can skip a meal this time. Just...
And he doesn't tell him; he just kisses him again, hot and slow and deep and soft and with more feeling than Michael probably realizes he has for him.
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Nick, stop. He wants Nick to stop throwing emotions at him... or, thinks he does.
I'm sorry, Nick.
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And he doesn't pull away, doesn't stop kissing, doesn't stop projecting because while he always gives people what they want, sometimes he gives them what they need...
And let's his heart take the scars for the consequences.
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Nick, please, let me go.
Now he wants to be alone; wants to curl up in the corner with a pillow and a blanket and go to sleep. He's used to it. It's how he's spent most of the last seventy years - alone.
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And he lets go, rolls Michael off gently to the bed, gets up, gets dressed.
Leaves his shirt in the hole.
Presses a kiss to the top of Michael's head.
And closes the door behind him as he goes.
And I'll be there when you want me to hold on again.
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