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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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 Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 3:38 pm
He caught the small of his back, helping to hold him up, gently, not seeming overly fazed by Tristian's silnce. He eased him down into 'bed', tenderly, gently, breaking away from the kiss slowly, until he was pulled back to look at the blonde boy, face flushed and eyes dialated, brushing his cheek tenderly.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 3:40 pm
Tristian swallowed, frustrated with himself, wanting to say those words but not able to find it in him to do so. He whimpered softly as he looked to Lucius, curious as to what the other was thinking.
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 8:13 am
He shivered softly in pleasure at the sound, closing his eyes and traling fingertips down his cheek, throat, resting in the hollow just above his chest.
"What does the angel say? Further? Or do we stop here?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 5:34 pm
Tristian whimpered softly as he looked to Lucius. This was the first time he'd acted with another man, only the second person he'd ever let in in this manner. He wasn't sure what to do, and to be quite honest, he was scared. He took a slow, deep breath and offered a shy smile. Be gentle, ne?
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 6:07 pm
Lucius paused, then nodded, slowly, sighing and easing down over him, kissing him tenderly, firmly, murmuring,
"Always, my angel. Always, I'd never be brusque with my delicate, beautiful angel."
He nuzzled his neck, softly, reaching up to unbutton his shirt, slowly, one-handed.
((Call it a blackout whenever you're ready.))
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 6:28 pm
Tristian blushed, averting his eyes to Lucius' hand, watching him unbutton the pale blue shirt he wore under the darker blue vest. He let his eyes flutter shut and breathed slowly, letting his mind fade to a place where it was easier to be one with Lucius.
((>>; -pushes teh magical fast forward button-))
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 7:31 pm
Just before dawn, Lucius lay, very naked, next to Tristian. He'd pulled his jacket over their hips, as it was getting cooler outside, and they were very close still, trying to balance both slim bodies on the stack of mulch sacks. He stroked Tristian's cheek, slowly, gently, murmuring,
"No more of this. Tonight, when I wake again, it's time to find a place. A real place. Somewhere my angel can be more accustomed, smewhere my angel can be treated like an angel. Somewhere just for us."
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 12:00 am
Tristian looked to Lucius, still blushing, his arms wrapped around himself in a shy, unsure manner as he shifted to turn to the other. He smiled softly, and sighed a rather purr-ish sigh. Somewhere just for us...he echoed, his smile brightening as the words rang in his ears.
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 12:05 am
He bent his head down, kissing him softly.
"Woul you like that, angellus? We could have a little loft somewhere, or a house. Anything you want. Nothing is too much to ask. NAme it and it's yours."
HE nuzzled Tristian's neck, sleepily, kissing it. There was a slight ache in his fangs, but Tristian needed to feed as well. It could wait until evening again, then they could both have outside nourishment. Exchanging the same blood twice, with nothing fresh in the circut, could be dangerous.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 12:10 am
Tristian sighed, the sound of it full of the need for rest. A room somewhere would be good enough for me...maybe...in some boarding house or somethign...He laughed softly, shaking his head as he shifted again, yawning against Lucius' shoulder.
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 12:14 am
He stroked his hair softly, kissing his temples and murmuring,
"We can talk about it in the morning. I know you don't sleep, but I insist upon it today. Even if I have to stay awake and burn up for it."
As he spoke, he sat up, lazily stretching and covered the windown with some other unidetifiable article of clothing. It looked vaugely like Tristian's vest, but something had to keep the sun out during the day.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 12:23 am
Tristian laughed softly and shook his head, raising his hand to the window, causing it to sort of flood with black ink. There...no sun for you...He smiled lazily and yawned again. I know I don't sleep...but you're right...I think I should today...He snuggled closer to Lucius and kissed his shoulder, body still slightly trembling inside as he sorted his emotions, which helped him to drift to sleep.
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 12:32 am
Lucius smiled at the small bit of magick to keep him sfe and, even long after the sun had risen, when he had to force his eyesto stay open sometimes, he watched his angel breathing, slowly, stroking his hair tenderly and just enjoying his presence.
Finally, when he felt he couldn't bear it any longer, he let out a long, slow yawn, curled his arms around Tristian's waist, pulling in close, and him close, closing hes eyes as he eased his head onto his shoulder, still stretching his hair and murmuring, thickly, sleepily,
"I love you, Tristian. I'll always protect you. Always . . ."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 10:48 am
Lucius' words whispered in Tristian's dreams, and he smiled in his sleep some, a faint blush spreading over his cheeks, a soft sigh escaping him. He wasn't quite sure in his stage of slumber whether or not he'd really heard it, but he nuzzled closer to the other, his blushing cheek hot against Lucius' skin in the darkness of the little shack.
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 8:47 pm
In the evening, after the sun had set, Lucius turned in closer to Tristian. He's woken first, ad was glad. He loved to watch the angel sleep. He looked almost more beatiful, in the peace of sleep, than when awake. He leaned over and kissed his forehead, tenderly, teasingly brushing towards the inside of his hip, tenderly, provocatively.
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