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Savitar: I'm not in this one?
Me: Hey, come on, this isn't your story.
Savitar: They are ALL my stories.
Knox: No... I'm pretty sure this is mine.
Rytis POV
Rytis stared in awe as his unlikely savior held out his hand with a slowly softening smirk. He grasped it and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.
"H... how are you here?" Rytis breathed, his eyes closed as he reigned in the urge to either hug the other like there was no tomorrow, because he missed him, or punch him in the face for disappearing.
"I know I've been gone awhile akribos, but..." Rytis cut Lukas off with a heady glare that could melt icicles. Looks like his decision had been made for him.
"A while?!" The Daimon emphasized, "are you kidding?! Awhile is a week, or a month, or even a fucking year! You were gone for Eleven thousand years Luke. That is a fucking eternity!" Anger having taken over his face, he threw the other's hand away and shook his head, curling a lip.
"Do you have any idea how long I've waited—no, what I've had to do? For you! The people I've lied to... The ones I hurt... You don't get to just appear after that! I had given up on you! You can't just ... you just can't..." Rytis just let the hysteria flow, as Lukas stared at him silently, a quiet pained expression on his face.
Lukas POV (the non-dominant one at the moment* inside his head*)—first person-
I don't know why, but hearing the desperate sounds coming from the Daimon I should PROBABLY be shanking about now—if I was doing my job – made my heart break, just a little. Okay, maybe more than a little, but let's be honest here, if "Darth-me" on the outside likes him, that kind of automatically makes me think he's some kind of strange egomaniacal Sith-Lord out to steal my soul, and you know what? I'm probably at least half right. So even when his lip got all quivery, and he looked like he was going to start crying because I'm a douche-bag, I didn't care. Then, when he pulled the sad puppy eyes, I still didn't care because puppy dog eyes don't work on me. Do you know why? because they belong to evil mind -melding, soul-stealing Sith-Lords, and shifty little girls that sell expensive cookies. That's why. Then he actually started to cry, and Darth-me got all weepy "forgive me" eyed, which, was really weird. Darth-me being a heartless prick and all.
Darth-Lukas POV (Third person)
As the first couple tears stained Rytis' cheek, he found himself stepping forward to wrap his arms around the Daimon's lithe muscular frame. What the hell is wrong with you? You're supposed to be a hard-ass. Why should you care if he cries? You don't care about anyone! His own mind chastised, yet somehow, the words were completely irrelevant.
"I'm sorry, akribos. Rytis, please look at me." He begged. You are PATHETIC, his thoughts echoed in disbelief as he rubbed a hand in soothing circles on the other man's back. Do you even KNOW how to comfort someone?
"Are you... asking for my forgiveness?" Rytis observed, strangely intrigued by the change of attitude.
Lukas POV: (First)
Well, I'll be damned. It has feelings. You know, I should probably know these things, being as it's, you know, kind of still me.
Still Lukas: Third person
Suddenly, a loud voice screamed in his head,
"What do I do? You! Me! Whatever! Fix it! Say something sensitive!"
In a blinding light, Lukas seemed to come to the surface of his own mind and came literally face to face with the Daimon, who looked up at him expectantly, with big round eyes that his sister would envy.
"Uh... "He muttered intelligently, "I'm going to say... Yes?" Rytis dragged his arms up Lukas' torso and wrapped them around his neck pulling him into a passionate kiss. Lukas backed up to the brick wall of the building they were behind in surprise. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.
Third Person
Rytis pushed Lukas back against the wall and continued to kiss him feverishly. Lukas gasped as one of the hands behind his head gripped his hair, pulled lightly, and then used it as leverage to deepen the kiss further. The Daimon let out a tiny groan as one of Lukas' legs unintentionally slid in between his thighs. The now thoroughly distracted Dark-hunter, trailed his hands down the other's back to cup his ass and pull him closer.
The Daimon began a path of hungry kisses down to the hollow of the Dark-hunter's throat, where he nipped and sucked as he scraped his fingers along the other's scalp. Lukas bared his throat to Rytis and held his head closer, murmuring praise in a mix of ancient languages. Stroking his hair softly, Lukas brought the Daimon's mouth back up to his and claimed it as his own. The other groaned, his hand falling to the waist of Lukas' pants and running it over the zipper. He took his time as he unbuttoned and unzipped the heated hunter, as he kissed down his neck, trailing love bites all over the other's creamy smooth skin. Lukas bit his lip, anticipation rising in his gut as he traced inpatient shapes on his partner's lower back.
Lukas POV
A solitary picture replaced the current situation in his head. Long blond curly hair, piercing blue eyes, which only he'd been able to light up, and a rare, but glowing smile that always made his heart explode in his chest. He is who you really want. His heart whispered knowingly. Running a hand down Rytis' back, he sighed. Then I guess I have to go find him.
"I'm sorry," Lukas muttered regretfully. He pulled away the best he could and looked into the Daimon's questioning, hurt eyes.
"I don't... are you okay?" Rytis inquired, concern contorting his delicate features.
"I'm not who you think I am," Lukas whispered kissing Rytis' forehead gently before disappearing, leaving the Daimon alone, once again.
Lukas reappeared in front of the sleeping form of Remi Peltier.
Next chapter: There will be LEMONS.