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Author's Note: Thanks, as always, to the ever so wonderful Mandi for beta'ing. And remember, reviews are this girl's best friend!
He was scared...
He was scared. Lying there, wrapped among the soft blankets and warm limbs, Tommy felt a cold chill of dread slither down his spine.
Jason was asleep, resting peacefully, his weight a warm comfort on top of him. He could smell the musk of their earlier lovemaking. It enflamed his nostrils until he would have insisted he could feel it physically thrumming against his skin. It did a lot to eliminate that cold that had become imbedded inside him but it could not destroy it. Not even Jason's love could do that.
So utterly vulnerably... scarily vulnerable... Tommy wished he could sleep in peace as his love was but rest eluded him. He could not believe how trusting Jason was, how vulnerable he was... It would be so easy...
It was warm but that warmth seemed to have dimmed. Maybe the cold was claiming him again. Maybe they were coming...
He shook himself out of it. No, even if they wanted to try to pervert his love as he had been it would be useless. Jason would not be darkened. Jason would be killed before he fell; no one was strong enough to drive evil into that pure soul. Tommy knew. He had dreamed was it would be...
He was scared; Tommy could smell it on him. It was a bittersweet smell, like dark chocolate when it first touches the tongue. Tommy knew the fear was in Jason but he did not flinch, did not struggle, as the attack began. He made no physical move but Tommy could feel his spirit confront the darkness and nearly extinguish it entirely.
A soft, wailing, keening sound came from the back of his throat as his soul lit up the darkness being forced upon him. It hurt... It had to hurt, but it would not conquer him. Jason would die first.
'So utterly vulnerable,' Tommy thought as he bent lower to lick the sweat that had begun to bead on Jason's brow. His teeth grazed the skin, tasting his life, and knowing in that moment he would never be conquered; his spirit would never be vanquished.
Tommy growled deep in his throat and, for just a moment, the dark eyes met his. They reflected back their love, still there for the man torturing him, and the grim acceptance of what would come next. They seemed to spasm as Tommy plunged the dagger into him.
It was warm, the blood that gushed onto Tommy's greedy hands. The smell of dying tickled his noise as he ripped into the gentle, angel creature again, drawing the dagger across his defenceless body.
The dark, deep eyes were dimming, fading, but stayed locked on him as the blade sliced into the fragile flesh...
Tommy gasped, coming out of the memory of the dream with a start. He was shaking, sweating, scared out of his wits...
And Jason's arms were tightening around him, sleepy murmurs sounding to comfort him. It worked. Tommy knew he should be jumping up and running, running as far as he could from the warmth, so easily lost, but the touch... the voice... It worked, it calmed him.
He was scared, scared of what was to come and terrified the future would mean the loss of his love.
Author's Note: Thanks, as always, to the ever so wonderful Mandi for beta'ing. And remember, reviews are this girl's best friend!
He was scared...
He was scared. Lying there, wrapped among the soft blankets and warm limbs, Tommy felt a cold chill of dread slither down his spine.
Jason was asleep, resting peacefully, his weight a warm comfort on top of him. He could smell the musk of their earlier lovemaking. It enflamed his nostrils until he would have insisted he could feel it physically thrumming against his skin. It did a lot to eliminate that cold that had become imbedded inside him but it could not destroy it. Not even Jason's love could do that.
So utterly vulnerably... scarily vulnerable... Tommy wished he could sleep in peace as his love was but rest eluded him. He could not believe how trusting Jason was, how vulnerable he was... It would be so easy...
It was warm but that warmth seemed to have dimmed. Maybe the cold was claiming him again. Maybe they were coming...
He shook himself out of it. No, even if they wanted to try to pervert his love as he had been it would be useless. Jason would not be darkened. Jason would be killed before he fell; no one was strong enough to drive evil into that pure soul. Tommy knew. He had dreamed was it would be...
He was scared; Tommy could smell it on him. It was a bittersweet smell, like dark chocolate when it first touches the tongue. Tommy knew the fear was in Jason but he did not flinch, did not struggle, as the attack began. He made no physical move but Tommy could feel his spirit confront the darkness and nearly extinguish it entirely.
A soft, wailing, keening sound came from the back of his throat as his soul lit up the darkness being forced upon him. It hurt... It had to hurt, but it would not conquer him. Jason would die first.
'So utterly vulnerable,' Tommy thought as he bent lower to lick the sweat that had begun to bead on Jason's brow. His teeth grazed the skin, tasting his life, and knowing in that moment he would never be conquered; his spirit would never be vanquished.
Tommy growled deep in his throat and, for just a moment, the dark eyes met his. They reflected back their love, still there for the man torturing him, and the grim acceptance of what would come next. They seemed to spasm as Tommy plunged the dagger into him.
It was warm, the blood that gushed onto Tommy's greedy hands. The smell of dying tickled his noise as he ripped into the gentle, angel creature again, drawing the dagger across his defenceless body.
The dark, deep eyes were dimming, fading, but stayed locked on him as the blade sliced into the fragile flesh...
Tommy gasped, coming out of the memory of the dream with a start. He was shaking, sweating, scared out of his wits...
And Jason's arms were tightening around him, sleepy murmurs sounding to comfort him. It worked. Tommy knew he should be jumping up and running, running as far as he could from the warmth, so easily lost, but the touch... the voice... It worked, it calmed him.
He was scared, scared of what was to come and terrified the future would mean the loss of his love.