Author's Notes - Only one more part after this one, yay! Then I'll start on the fifth installment 'A Purple Illusion'.
And anyone who thinks this is semi familiar, season 2 of 'Buffy' folks, Spikes ceremony to kill Angel and thus restore Drusilla's health.
Summary – Zedd and Tommy are bonded.
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Bound by Blood
Zedd
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(Reefside Trinity Church, 2 weeks later…)
Two weeks we've had to prepare for this, two weeks to get everything in order and right. You'd think that'd be enough time for the idiot in charge to figure out how not to screw it all up.
Watching through narrowed eyes as Zordon continues to stumble over the words of this stupid ceremony- which by the way I strongly feel isn't needed for the actual exchange of blood -I only hope that he'll trip and fall onto of the incense lantern he's currently carrying around the church to dehumanize it, or whatever he's doing. Honestly don't even see why we had to do it in a church anyways, we don't believe in the same deities humans do. Would it have really offended the great ones to conduct it in the comfort of our own home? And while we're at it are the costumes all that necessary either? Did we really need to be stripped of all clothing save for matching pairs of white pants? White pants which by the way do very little to hide what lies underneath.
"Stop glaring the others are looking at you."
My attention brought to my mate who is twisting beside me on the alter nervously, I look in the direction his attention seems to focused on, noting that Hayley and the children are in fact watching me closely now.
Sigh and knowing his annoyance and discomfort is mostly due to the fact the asshole conducting this would not allow him to wear a shirt- despite my insistence that he be allowed to considering the audience we were required to have -I try to keep my response calm and even toned not wishing to upset him anymore then need be right before this matter. "I told you we shouldn't have had an audience, pet."
"They wanted to come though. Firstly to make sure we'd be safe, and second well they're kind of the only family we have that we can share this with and Zordon did say this was supposed to be a ceremony witnessed by our family if done right." Zordon says a lot of things. Mostly to just hear himself talk too.
Just about to tell him this I suddenly stop myself noting the slightly sad look in his eyes at the mention of our lack of family. Perhaps it's not his poor body image that is the root of the trouble after all. Taking his hands gently and pulling his attention back to my face I offer what I hope is a reassuring smile. "What's wrong Thomas? Not having second thoughts on me are you?"
"No, just…I don't know anxious I guess. This'll be okay right? I mean both of us will be alright?"
Pushing my own uncertainty aside, knowing if worse does in fact come to worse I can seal any life threatening injuries on him with my power if fast enough, I give an easy nod trying not to think of the consequences if Zordon in fact fucks it up on me. "Zordon knows what he's doing."
Tone teasing his response makes me smile ever so slightly. "Never heard you say that before."
"And you never will again." Releasing one of his hands and reaching up to touch his neck gently still leery of an incision being made right above his jugular and mine for that matter I try to convince both of us I'm right. "It will be okay. I promise."
Leaning into my hand eyes closing in content he allows himself to be lulled into a relaxed state by my touch only coming up short when we're both interrupted by the rather annoying clearing of a throat.
Looking up to see Zordon has joined us on the alter, I fix him with a glare as the human pulls back from my hand, face a light pink flush of embarrassment. Jerk wad. "If you're both ready we'll begin."
Meeting my eyes one last time and finding the reassurance he needs, Tommy gives a steady nod.
"Very well, both of you step up here." Urging us to stand on either side of the silver chain he has suspended from the ceiling- hopefully securely considering it is going to have to hold both of our combined weight an hour or so into this matter -he links my right hand with Thomas' left the chain between them. Moving to next tie us together at the waist, the white band of silk goes around our trim forms a good three times as he's apparently taking no chances at us accidentally falling apart during this event.
Smiling as we're practically nose to nose, I resist the urge to grind against him, knowing he'll protest due to our audience. "Comfy?"
"Oh yeah. All I need now is a searing pain through my neck and hand and I'll be all set."
"I love it when you're sarcastically aggressive." Pressing a hard kiss to his mouth and really wishing we were alone right now, I pull back only when another hand touches mine and Zordon's voice breaks through our simmering passion.
Silver, expensive looking dagger in hand, hmm perhaps I'll steal it when this is done, he begins the finally part of the ritual seeming to get rather into his role as high priest. Despite the fact he is not one in reality. "From the blood of his blood they bind. From the life of his life they bind. Two souls, guardian of dark, protector of light they bind. Into his heart into his head they bind." Dagger raised behind my hand as I am the stronger one, the giver if you will I know it's about to come and am almost certain my own eyes reflect the slight anxiety seen in Tommy's.
"With this dagger their blood will flow."
Making certain to time it correctly I move quickly pressing my lips to his once more as the dagger slices through both of our palms, each of our mouths swallowing the other's scream of pain.
Not even pausing in his actions the small knife appears out of his sleeve, cutting though our necks as we separate. Laying Tommy's against the crook of my own he only steps back when seeming certain we will not move from the desired position. Trust me Zordon we're not going anywhere with the shard of silver currently embedded in our hands and necks bleeding at a slow but steady rate.
"Now what?" Noting that it is Hayley's voice, I realize with dim unhappiness that I am currently facing away from the crowd. Great get off. Can't move. And now can't even make faces at the kids. What the hell am I supposed to do for the next two hours?
"Now we wait. When their heartbeats begin to beat in unison and breathing slows to a nearly nonexistent pace it will be done." Oh is that all. Great just great. I knew I shoulda brought my IPod.
Oh well as long as the worst of it is boredom, I suppose it's not that big of a deal. After all it's not as if I'm truly in any great pain.
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(2 hours and 35 minutes later…)
Kill me. Kill me now.
My hand on constant fire, body shaking in a clammy sweat, head too heavy to raise, I'm as close to dying as I think I have been in a very long time. Certainly not since Thomas was the White Ranger and came to my rescue that day in the park.
Speaking of which, I recall with more clarity then I've had in the past hour that I am not the only one in this current state of misery.
Finding it difficult to focus on much of anything I try for the fifth time to raise a hand to my mate's face praying I can elicit some form of response from him. A moan. A whimper. A twitch. Anything to show me he is still alright. Still conscious. Still alive.
Hand not making it more then halfway up his back, I groan as it falls back limply at my side finding it near impossible to even keep my eyes open any longer. "Pet?" Voice nothing more then a raspy whisper I try again, with no better results. "Pet, talk to me."
"Zedd." Eyes remaining closed and body still, his voice is nearly as lifeless as my own. "Sleep now." So tempting. So warm. Tired. Mm he smells good. Like blood and peaches. Hehe peaches. My brain hurts. I am so going to die up here. I'm going to die up here and the kids are going to watch and Hayley will cry, or party, and I'll never get to kill the High Council or fuck my mate again…Sadness.
"I think that's a good idea." What is? Fucking? It is if I had the strength.
As a strong pull suddenly removes the dagger from our hands and several more ease both myself and hopefully Thomas as well gently to the ground, I moan in relief as cool clothes begin blotting the blood away from my wounds. "Shh easy Zedd you're going to be very weak for several days, you need to rest now. Just rest and let us tend to you." Zordon? Hey where did you come from?
"Thomas…" Trying to see the human, more concerned for how his originally weaker body took to the straining event, I'm forced to remain still by on of my 'friend's' hands.
"Thomas will be fine, Hayley and Connor are tending to him. Rest Zedd. Just rest." Pushy Zordon. Always telling me what to do. Always butting in. Always…always concerned for me… Feeling myself fading, I barely register the continuing string of calming words and touches assuring me both myself and my mate will be alright.
To be continued…….
Was short, sorries.