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Author's Note: As always, thanks to Mandi for beta'ing this monster. I still haven't decided if I'm going to have an angsty ending or not but it's looking that way. Oopsie. *evil grin*
Dreams...
The moon was obscured when Tommy burst into the little hovel. He tore into the warm home, heading straight into the bedroom as if some sixth sense had lead him there, to Jason, or as if he had done this before...
Surprised eyes looked up and smiled warmly at him from the pages of the book they were reading as he entered. They turned concerned when Tommy all but flew into his arms, burying himself against the warm, pliant body of his beloved. Fingers combed through his long hair, gently, tenderly, seeking to reassure him.
But there was something beneath the desire to comfort... a scent that made Tommy's nose twitch. Desire rose within him. Desire to do what he had avoided for so long, but only with Jason's help and strength...
"You're safe, love. I've got you," Jason murmured as Tommy's body became tense. "What happened?"
He was scared, fear and concern mingling together; Tommy could smell it on him. It was a bittersweet smell, like dark chocolate when it first touches the tongue. His mouth began to water at the thought.
He could not fight the desire anymore, he acted, moving suddenly, swiftly and pinning Jason beneath him on the bed with a snarl, immobilizing him as the shadows began to swirl about them. They slunk from all corners of the warm room, choking the light and heat as they brought the darkness to tower above the two men on the bed.
Tommy knew the fear was in Jason but he did not flinch, did not struggle, as the attack began, and the shadows began to obscure them both in darkness, wishing, waiting. 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 Jason's throat as his soul lit up the darkness being forced upon him. Tommy shuddered at the sound, he had not had the strength let any sound escape him when they had taken 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. The eyes remained calm but the strong body had begun to twitch in reaction to the battle raging between them.
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...
Tommy screamed, clutching at his head as he hurled himself away from Jason. He scrambled back, knocking over the night table and curling up in the corner of the room as the shadows withdrew. He drew into himself as tightly as possible, his knees digging into his chin as he rocked back and forth, his body shivering violently, painful, broken whimpers escaping him. He cowered like a wounded animal, wishing to escape what he had attempted, wanting to run away, save Jason from what he was, but paralyzed to move from the corner he had wedged himself into.
He became aware of Jason crouching next to him, speaking softly, offering reassurances he did not feel worthy of hearing. He clawed at the wall, trying to get further away from his beloved, the man he had tried to kill, to damn! How could he have tried to turn his beloved, his Jason, into a being like his hated self, a lost and hopeless Other? He sobbed; trying to curl tighter, wishing to hurt himself, punish himself for his sins. He would be the cause of both their deaths, he knew it!
Powerful arms pulled him forcefully into an embrace, pressing his sob wracked body close though he fought to get away. Jason held fast, holding him with a desperate strength, as if he were the only life preserver in the midst of an endless sea. Tommy tried to twist away but quickly found Jason's embrace was far too strong. It was pointless to try. He gave up and let himself slump bonelessly against his love, his saviour, his almost victim, clutching weakly at his shoulders and burying his face against the warm chest.
Eventually his eyes ran dry and the soothing nonsense Jason whispered to him became clear as he lay limply in his beloved's arms. He became aware he was speaking, an endless, hoarse litany of, "I'm sorry."
They sat there on the floor, taking and giving comfort, for a long time, until Jason found the strength to move. He helped Tommy to the bed; curling up around him as if his mere physical presence could protect his love from harm, and tucked the blankets around them. Tommy did not know how, but Jason knew what had happened, what he would face the coming day.
Snuggling as tightly against Jason as possible, Tommy tried to think of what he would do come the morn but his eye lids were drooping, the emotional maelstrom he had been dragged through exhausting him. A warm hand glided up and down his body. Tender, soft lips touched his forehead, cheeks, nose, eyelids, and lips in the most tender of caresses. He relaxed, relishing this moment, perhaps the last he would ever have with his beloved.
Perhaps that would prepare him, drive him, in a way nothing else could have.
Author's Note: As always, thanks to Mandi for beta'ing this monster. I still haven't decided if I'm going to have an angsty ending or not but it's looking that way. Oopsie. *evil grin*
Dreams...
The moon was obscured when Tommy burst into the little hovel. He tore into the warm home, heading straight into the bedroom as if some sixth sense had lead him there, to Jason, or as if he had done this before...
Surprised eyes looked up and smiled warmly at him from the pages of the book they were reading as he entered. They turned concerned when Tommy all but flew into his arms, burying himself against the warm, pliant body of his beloved. Fingers combed through his long hair, gently, tenderly, seeking to reassure him.
But there was something beneath the desire to comfort... a scent that made Tommy's nose twitch. Desire rose within him. Desire to do what he had avoided for so long, but only with Jason's help and strength...
"You're safe, love. I've got you," Jason murmured as Tommy's body became tense. "What happened?"
He was scared, fear and concern mingling together; Tommy could smell it on him. It was a bittersweet smell, like dark chocolate when it first touches the tongue. His mouth began to water at the thought.
He could not fight the desire anymore, he acted, moving suddenly, swiftly and pinning Jason beneath him on the bed with a snarl, immobilizing him as the shadows began to swirl about them. They slunk from all corners of the warm room, choking the light and heat as they brought the darkness to tower above the two men on the bed.
Tommy knew the fear was in Jason but he did not flinch, did not struggle, as the attack began, and the shadows began to obscure them both in darkness, wishing, waiting. 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 Jason's throat as his soul lit up the darkness being forced upon him. Tommy shuddered at the sound, he had not had the strength let any sound escape him when they had taken 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. The eyes remained calm but the strong body had begun to twitch in reaction to the battle raging between them.
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...
Tommy screamed, clutching at his head as he hurled himself away from Jason. He scrambled back, knocking over the night table and curling up in the corner of the room as the shadows withdrew. He drew into himself as tightly as possible, his knees digging into his chin as he rocked back and forth, his body shivering violently, painful, broken whimpers escaping him. He cowered like a wounded animal, wishing to escape what he had attempted, wanting to run away, save Jason from what he was, but paralyzed to move from the corner he had wedged himself into.
He became aware of Jason crouching next to him, speaking softly, offering reassurances he did not feel worthy of hearing. He clawed at the wall, trying to get further away from his beloved, the man he had tried to kill, to damn! How could he have tried to turn his beloved, his Jason, into a being like his hated self, a lost and hopeless Other? He sobbed; trying to curl tighter, wishing to hurt himself, punish himself for his sins. He would be the cause of both their deaths, he knew it!
Powerful arms pulled him forcefully into an embrace, pressing his sob wracked body close though he fought to get away. Jason held fast, holding him with a desperate strength, as if he were the only life preserver in the midst of an endless sea. Tommy tried to twist away but quickly found Jason's embrace was far too strong. It was pointless to try. He gave up and let himself slump bonelessly against his love, his saviour, his almost victim, clutching weakly at his shoulders and burying his face against the warm chest.
Eventually his eyes ran dry and the soothing nonsense Jason whispered to him became clear as he lay limply in his beloved's arms. He became aware he was speaking, an endless, hoarse litany of, "I'm sorry."
They sat there on the floor, taking and giving comfort, for a long time, until Jason found the strength to move. He helped Tommy to the bed; curling up around him as if his mere physical presence could protect his love from harm, and tucked the blankets around them. Tommy did not know how, but Jason knew what had happened, what he would face the coming day.
Snuggling as tightly against Jason as possible, Tommy tried to think of what he would do come the morn but his eye lids were drooping, the emotional maelstrom he had been dragged through exhausting him. A warm hand glided up and down his body. Tender, soft lips touched his forehead, cheeks, nose, eyelids, and lips in the most tender of caresses. He relaxed, relishing this moment, perhaps the last he would ever have with his beloved.
Perhaps that would prepare him, drive him, in a way nothing else could have.