: Saintsmourn - Nicholas & Patrick :

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Nicholas Kirkland (Nicky to those who he considered friends) was at this moment finishing up the last of his reading for his college classes. In the little dorm-room that himself and Patrick shared, it was a muddle of books and random objects that they'd collected. Not only that but also bits and bobs of their friendship tied into neat little nostalgic notes.

The last rays of the sun was streaming in through the window and he was poised, feet crossed on desk and balancing barely on the back two legs-- precarious yes, and honestly he knew that he should not really be doing this. Coordination be damned, he'd never worried about it before despite the bumps and bruises he regularly got because he was perennially distracted.

It was almost time for Patrick to come home from his late evening classes and then they'd start their foraging for dinner.

After that, well the evening was still young and there was trouble to be had. All of which he looked forward to, after all Patrick had for as long as he remembered, been his favorite partner in crime.. they had grown up together and they had a special bond.

As close as brothers, except not quite-- and honestly? Nicholas was glad for that.

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Nicholas may have just about died and gone to heaven with the way that he was the center of Trick's attention. Granted, he was used to that-- there had never been a time when he and Trick had not been caught up and wrapped up in each other, but there was the way that Trick made him feel, and coupled with the 'good boy' that seemed to ping on a heretofore undiscovered praise kink that seemed to be genetic? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"That's not.. you're not playing fair." he gasped against Patrick's shoulder as he had to take a big inhale of air, the praise having ploughed into him like a wrecking ball.

Instead what he did was reach between them to grab Nicholas' cock and then he started to stroke it lightly, feeling the pulse underneath his skin. Ah yes, this was a good way to get back at the other man-- tease him a little bit with a thumb swipe against slit, soaking up precome and it was rather too hard to resist, and so he did not-- he released the cock so that he could suck on his now wet with pre-seed fingertips, the taste nearly melting on his mouth.

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"Nope," Trick agreed. He was not playing fair at all. "And I don't plan on starting either." Fairness could get lost. Patrick wanted to take Nicky apart with his bare hands and put him back together, see what sweet sounds he could inspire in the other man, find out what Nicky looked like as he let himself go and lost himself entirely to pleasure and desire.

Of course, he hadn't considered Nicky fighting back with an equal lack of fair play. So the groan that hand around his prick drew from him was a startled one, his hips jerking towards that touch before he could even realize his body had decided to move.

And then? Then he watched Nicky lick his fingers like he'd stolen some taste of his favorite treat, and seriously? "...now who's not playing fair?" Nicholas Kirkland. That was who.

Trick would not be distracted from the task at hand though, and even if he'd never done this with anyone else, he'd explored his own body enough to know what he was looking for, fingers seeking out Nicky's prostate to see if he could make the other man really moan for him.

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None of these ideas in Nicky's head was remotely due to the Incubus putting those images in there, no he had a filthy imagination and also a rather robust porn collection on his personal computer, and well the utter bliss as he wrapped his mouth around the fingers was like someone who'd just found an ice cream treat on a hot summer's day.

However the reaching of those two fingers, they hit their mark exactly and he left out a muffled groan against his own skin as he arched upward for more of those fingers, lifting his hips off the bed as best as he could, surprisingly there was no creaking or back cracking due to his overwhelmingly abyssmal athletic skills.

Just groans as he pulled his saliva drenched fingers out of his mouth and his head hit the pillow with an astounding force. "Fuck... turnabout fair play, Trick." much like when they played video games and Nicky sniped him from behind, yes.. Trick should've expected this right?

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Trick would thoroughly enjoy learning all about Nicky's filthy mind and all the things that he'd imagined and dreamed up. He had his own rather extensive collection of fantasies starring Nicholas Kirkland, and now that he knew what Nicky's lips (and prick) tasted like? There'd only be more fodder for those fantasies. And even better there'd be realities of him, of them.

"Should've known..." Trick shook his head. Yes, he should have expected it. And honestly it was an extremely sexy look on the other man, that wicked streak.

But Patrick was no innocent either, which was probably clear in the way that he let his fingers deliberately massage against that spot inside him. "There you are, baby. Does it feel good?"

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Trick had absolutely no justifiable right being so sexy when he called him baby, it caused his heart to rapid fire, to beat hard and fast within his chest-- oh Nicky could get used to being called baby, he could fully get used to it to the point that every time that Trick uttered that, he'd probably attempt to jump on him or force his way onto that lap as fast as possible.

And he attempted to seize that mouth again, lifting himself upward to attempt to nibble at that lower lip while his own body let out an involuntary jolt at the feeling of his prostate being teased like that, the sensitive flesh singing underneath his parched skin. "Yes.. it does, so fucking good Trick.. goddamn it, I need you, if you do not fuck me soon..." he would what? Probably pout, and also lowkey expire from this welling inside of him that threatened to burst forth.

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If Patrick discovered this, he'd only use it for evil. He probably would discover it too, because Nicky being baby was clearly the natural order of things. This was how things were meant to be, wasn't it? Him and Nicky, inseparable as always, as caught up in each other as always, everything they'd been to each other for years now with this extra added something more that slotted into place like the last piece of a puzzle making the entire image clear and complete.

He leaned close enough to meet Nicky's questing mouth, murmuring a pleased sound at those little nips of teeth. Oh yes he did like that very much.

"That sounds like the start of a threat... should I be scared?" He clearly was not, and let his touch linger, fucking the other man slowly with his fingers, pretending that he didn't desperately want to be buried inside that impossible tight hole.

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They'd had many lives like this though they did not know this yet.

Lives that had often times been far too short, years of pining followed by a burst of love that was fleeting as it was ushered in by pain and loss. Sometimes those pieces of love were admitted with dying breaths, other times they were granted a season of bliss before the inevitable came. But they were unmindful of anything save for the way that their bodies seem to thrum in response to the other.

"I would threaten to choke you with my cock but I think you would probably enjoy that too much." Nicky growled in a manner that was purely brat, even as he arched in tandem, so that with each finger fuck, he arched upward to send contact once again. He was leaking precarious amounts of precome onto his stomach, the aching flushed head looking quite angry in all of it's teased state.

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So many lives, and all those memories were buried somewhere down deep in the core of their souls, each imprinted with the indescribable love and the unspeakable loss that they'd known over and over.

Tonight though, tonight was the start of the former, the first page in the latest chapter of a love story that had taken lifetimes in the writing of it. Trick only grinned at that frankly delightful threat. "Mm... probably right. But you're welcome to threaten me with a good time whenever you want."

One final thrust of his fingers and he decided to have mercy on him, drawing free and sparing a moment to turn his hand to his own cock, spreading slick along the length of it -- maybe indulging a moment, stroking himself, thumbing over the head of his dick as he looked at Nicky spread out before him like a dream come true.

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Now that was a fantasy right there, he'd seen that in the visions dancing across his closed eyes, but oh gods none of them had ever been quite like this, in such incadescent colour, and those intense eyes fixed on him, the way that Trick's hand skirted over his cock and stroking him as his gaze slid over him-- it was hard to deny the urge to stretch out his leg so that he could gook his calve just behind the back of Trick's thigh, trying to use some remanent of strength to pull the other man closer.

"Please.. Trick." he whispered breathlessly, "You are so sexy, I can't wait.. please." he pleaded as he tried to act as enticing as possible to draw the other man closer, with the promise of safety and warmth.. and yes, even heat. "Please fuck me." he would beg however many times it took as long as Trick did just that, fucked him like he was something long-wanted.

He wanted to be wanted by his best friend, wanted to be something more than that.

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Nicky was begging for him, more than that, begging for him to fuck him. Trick could feel the throb of his cock at the thought of it alone, and how was he supposed to even begin to resist giving Nicky everything he wanted? Clearly he was not, and instead would do exactly what the other man was asking for.

Because Patrick had wanted him for as far back as he could even remember. Hell, they'd been in grade school, and Trick had more than once had the (then very confusing) thought that he wanted to marry Nicky someday.

So this had been a very long time coming for Patrick Leary. "All right, baby... no more waiting."

He moved then, catching the back of one thigh and urging Nicky's legs back, hips up so he could position himself at that tight hole, forcing himself to take it slow as he pressed forward, sinking inside the other man like this was what the two of them were made for, that tight passage yielding around him like warm butter. "Ah... fuck."

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This was how it was supposed to be, the two of them-- virgins, giving themselves to the other; as it had time after time, the tight heavy breathing, the whispered kisses, the fingers clenched into shoulders as the other hilted themselves so decadently into the other. And this time, it was Patrick who was doing this, who was sliding in, all warm and throbbing. It did not hurt, not even a little bit and perhaps that was the way that Nicholas Kirkland all but tingled and buzzed for the other.

The uttered 'fuck' was a prayer, it held so much sacrilegious reverence that Nicky knew meant as his heart had interpreted it. His tongue danced over his lower lip and then his eyes glanced up to look at Trick, at those solemn eyes and the way that he looked when he was claiming him.

And Nicholas was nearly in danger of coming right then and there, he had to reach down to wrap his fingers around his cock and squeeze at the base to make sure that he did not. "You.. just looking at you makes me want to come." he said nearly breathlessly. "I need to take you all Patrick, give me every single inch." and then he was lifting his hips as if he could undulate his way into Trick bottoming out within him.

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Oh what that single syllable did to Patrick, echoing down to the core of him. Prayer indeed, and one he answered with an echo of that word himself, looking down into Nicky's eyes and holding that gaze. Nicky really had no idea of the hold he had on him, heart and soul and now body too.

His hand ran along Nicky's thigh, down to grip at his hip as he sank slowly inside him. "You have all of me, Nicky. Always have, always will." But he also knew what the other man was asking for and Trick was all too happy to give him that too, one final rock of his hips as Nicky rocked against him to bury himself entirely inside him.

"You're tight... fuck... fuck fuck fuck." So eloquent. The poets of antiquity could never have hoped to compare.

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That was all the eloquence and poetry that Nicky needed for Trick's voice carried and was nearly musical in the way that the tone rippled through him, and the depth caused his vision to almost white out, his hands clenching at back and down it with his nails digging in.

And then he arched himself upward and started to roll, for all that he could feel himself close, his fingers around his prick still held steady. Nicky looked up at the other man with those lust-filled eyes and he murmured truth that went beyond lust and hovered dangerously into the realm of love.

"It has always been you.." as if something awakened within him. His mouth pressed against that lower lip as he held the other man close and tight with his thighs clasped around the other man's hips.

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Nicky clinging to him that way was good for Patrick's heart, and his ego. Look, he was, at the end of the day, a simple man who just wanted to wanted, maybe needed a little. Because he wanted and needed Nicholas beyond all reason or measure.

Then Nicky said those five words and Patrick's heart went and slammed itself against his ribcage as if determined to break free and plant itself right in Nicky's chest instead, where it clearly belonged.

"Yeah..." he agreed softly, "You too. Always you. Only you." There couldn't be anyone else, not when his heart was so fully comprised of Nicholas Kirkland. He melted into those lips, kissing him with a heat and a need that somehow still managed to be tender. And Trick couldn't wait any longer, hips rolling gently to test Nicky's reaction, drawing back only slightly before rocking back inside, the slow and primal rhythm of desire.

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The time for talk was done, and now it was just their bodies answering unto each other. No more words even as their mouths collided into hot kisses, a symphony of teeth and tongue, of plundering and exploring even as Trick's body rolled into him, and his hole welcomed the other man eagerly, wrapping around and squeezing almost reflexively. Nicky finally released his own prick but only so that he could drape his arms around the shoulders and then he was moving alongside him.

It was a crashing of waves into shore, their bodies moving as if there was nothing else for it. He felt full and tight, but also blissed out-- a state that felt natural to this point. Fingers in the hair at the nape of Trick's neck while he tasted the other man, could feel lashes fluttering against the tops of his cheeks, and the taught runner muscles against his calves where he had hooked them to keep his best friend close.

Oh, Trick was perfection and he wanted to stay here forever.

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There'd be talking later. Trick was a yapper. But Nicky was familiar with that. Right now though it was all touch and taste, moving with one another with a matched desperation. Nicky may be the one who was possessed by an incubus, but Trick needed the other man with the culmination of years of love-thought-unrequited.

The way Nicholas clung to him was everything he could have every wanted. His hand dropped to grip tightly at Nicky's thigh, driving himself deep inside that tight body with each thrust of his hips. It was a claim and it was a promise, that he belonged to Nicky, and only to him.

He had to break from that kiss in order to draw a shaky breath, resting his forehead against the other man's as they moved together. "You are... so perfect. My Nicky..."

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His blue eyes were nearly backlit by stars as he looked up into Trick's eyes, catching them-- the desperation was desperate and yet all the more sweet because of that desperation. It was almost like he was attempting to capture something, a memory from a long forgotten time; this felt familiar-- this desperation, as if he'd been here before, and yet every time he attempted to wrap his mind around it.. it flittered away like a butterfly caught wing by the wind.

His head hit the pillow once again though Trick had followed and now they were forehead to forehead; he could nearly taste their mingled sweat or the breathless fracture of Trick's breath against his own.

And then he arched himself upward until his cock slid against their sweat-slicked bodies, the friction was everything he needed and so he started to clench in the precursor to orgasm. "I'm going to.. Trick.. please..." but he was begging for something that his lover was already giving him, his fingers digging into flesh and then his feverish lips trying to capture Trick's.

He came, but it was more like a volcano, like some ancient city consumed by fire and headed to it's demise. He splattered against Trick's abdomen and his walls clamped tightly around in a unconscious play to keep the other man buried in deep until he painted his walls with come.

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Trick would give Nicky whatever he wanted, anything and everything in his power, especially when his best friend spoke his name like that, when he pleaded for him so sweetly. How was he supposed to resist being smitten and utterly devoted to him? He wasn't, that was how.

He felt the slide of Nicky's cock against his stomach, the slick slide of precome and sweat making the motion all that easier, and then, god and then he got to feel Nicky come apart for him. Patrick dove into that kiss as if he could devour the sounds the other man made for him.

His own hips jerked hard as that hole clamped around him driving himself deep into that pliant, willing body, again and again and then he was spilling himself inside him, filling Nicky with his seed, marking him as his in this way that no one else had had him before.

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Nicky had never had such an all-intensive and complete orgasm, not even those by his hands. But here was Trick over him, pumping into him with a fierceness that tore him asunder, those intense eyes that he had all but melted into and within, and then Trick melted into him.

The claiming ran through him, his fingers slid through Trick's locks of brown hair and then he grabbed the other man and pulled him down, lips fraught together in harmony; and perhaps he was getting Trick even more messy but at this point he did not care whatsoever. The closeness, he craved it-- needed the feel of Trick's body against his own warm and indulgent.

All the while his own hole milked Trick for everything he had to give, sucking him utterly dry.

He bit at Trick's lower lip, panting roughly against mouth. Together they made a sweaty mess, but fuck was Nicky content at this moment. "Fuck... wow." he said in between gasping breaths.

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Trick was starting to remember how to breathe, but it was a work in progress, and he was left panting softly, breath mingled with Nicky's as he couldn't bring himself to draw back from those lips. Still, there was no stopping the (frankly quite smug) little smile at Nicky's assessment.

"Yeah, wow is right."

They were a sticky, sweaty mess, but Patrick did not want to move even an inch away from the other man just yet. This was better than any dream he'd had, clearer and sharper and warmer in every detail. He nuzzled his nose against Nicky's.

"You're good, yeah? Nothing hurts?"

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"Nope..." Nicholas purred as he wrapped his arm around that shoulder and then brought Trick down to cuddle, smearing come all over their bellies and chest, but it was just as worth it. He wanted to feel the weight of Trick against him, and that weight eased some of the anxiety of having something foreign running through his blood stream. He was still the same, mind-wise-- but there was something not the same too.

It was in how he felt.

There was a disconnect, even as he pushed Trick onto a side so he could roll with him, wedging his leg between those thighs while he buried his face in the other man's neck. "I still feel weird though, I.. I can't describe it." he said as he wiggled his own toes them. "It is like I am sharing my body with.. something."

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Oh god they were going to be so sticky, but Trick didn't care either. Those arms around him were all he needed, and he was all too happy to settle close, and to let himself be pushed and nudged and positioned right where Nicky wanted him, so long as where he wanted him was right by his side.

He let his fingers run through Nicky's hair, soft and repeated.

"You are, baby. But we're gonna get it out of you..." he murmured, ducking his head to press a kiss through his hair. He didn't know how yet, but he'd figure that out. For now at least they seemed to have staved off the worst of that terrifying feverish state that he'd been in.

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And now Nicky remembered vividly how much he liked it when Trick called him 'baby' so much that he nearly glowed with it; an open mouthed kiss against neck even as he could feel kiss against his own locks of red; how curious that he could feel it, those lips-- his awareness of Trick amplifying.

"Thank you.. for this." And then looking up until their eyes could meet, and Nicky felt strangely shy. "I hope that I did not inconvenience you, I apology for being so pushy and needy and ah.. it will probably happen again." It was a warning that if Trick wanted to go running away if it got too rough..

Or hard...

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If calling Nicky 'baby' earned him reactions like that, Trick was sure to keep doing it. It felt natural, like pieces of the puzzle that was his life slotting right into place. So much of his life was a mess, with Liam and with his own far too intimate knowledge of the supernatural, but being with Nicholas had always made him feel like somehow everything was going to be okay, that he was where he belonged.

He looked down, falling right into those beautiful eyes. "Inconvenience me? Christ, Nicky. You know I am so fucking in love with you it makes me stupid, right? I mean yeah, okay, the whole possession thing isn't ideal, but I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. Whatever you need, okay? Until we get this sorted out."

Lips pressed to Nicky's forehead. "And then once we do, we're starting over. I'm taking you out to dinner, we're gonna hold hands and make out on the couch, and make love without any unwanted company." A pause and it was Trick's turn to go a bit shy. "I mean, if you want to."

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This was perhaps the perfect time to talk while they were half dizzy with the force of their own spending, with endomorphins waltzing through their bloodstream with an expectant and almost giddy haze-- and then Trick looking down at him like that, and he felt like the most protected and cherished person in the world. It was true that a Kirkland of the male variety was not the most self-confident; it appeared that genetically the line was highly matriarchal in nature.

But gods, he felt gorgeous right now, like he was something to look at-- to cherish and hold.

"You mean more stupid, right?" Nicholas teased though it was said with that level of charm, even as his eyes softened and his own voice came to a near whisper, at the thought of plans. Of doing all of this properly, the dating and the lead-in to.. well all of this. "I would like that, all of it." and then an even more soft assertion, "..With you."

With Trick, no one else-- just Trick.