: 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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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.

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No yeah, no better time. But that was the problem with Patrick Leary. He had a grand total of zero chill in his entire body; apparently Liam had gotten all the subtlety that was allotted to the family. Once Trick's mind was set on something, there was no stopping him. It had gotten him into trouble, but then it had also gotten him out of it. So now that he'd finally wrapped his mind around the fact that Nicky wanted him too, that was all there was to it.

"Hey! Wow. And here I am thinking how beautiful your dumb face is..." For all the fussing, Trick was smiling at him, at the way that Nicky was looking at him with that soft expression.

He leaned close to catch Nicky's lips with his own, a soft, sweet kiss, less heated and frantic than earlier. "Good. Me too."

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It was one of the things that Nicholas loved about him, it was that lack of chill.

It was that the other guy could be easily pulled in whatever harebrained shenanigans that Nicholas cooked up, and believe me there was quite a bit. He chuckled at his face being referred to as dumb, it was rather par for the course and some things would never change including their guy-like insulting of each other. Heaven help anyone else that tried, it was the surest way to get hurt.

Oh no, he liked this altogether too much, the kiss that was like a catch-- but not a release, Nicky did not want to be released from whatever this was. He cuddled in closer as he basked in the afterglow, the warmth suffusing him while they stretched out next to each other, and he could scent the other man and that was carving a new awareness and interest but luckily for Trick, Nicholas was starting to get tired.

"Mmmmm your dumb face." he tucked his head against the crook of that neck. "Your dumb face is mine."

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And Trick loved this idiot for all his harebrained schemes and complete lack of self-preservation. They were, apparently, going to treat being a couple the same way they treated being friends, with gentle jabs and it felt so perfectly natural and comfortable. Well, aside from the incubus infestation.

They'd fix that though. Trick was already considering his options there.

He tightened his arms around the other man with a contented little hum. "Always has been," Trick agreed. Always will be.

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The incubus infestation was not bad per se but honestly they were two men in the prime of their lives, they did not need any outside nudging to jump each other's bones except for the very first time, which he would grudgingly admit.. thank you Incubus. But no, this entity inside of him was no longer needed and they could manage well enough on their own; after all he could think of a dozen ways to have sex.. in their own time, and in their own way.

As it was, he could feel himself grow sleepier and perhaps that was just the excess of energy that it had taken out of him; he'd be ravanous upon the waking, but that would be a 'tomorrow morning problem' and thus he started to drowse flutteringly into the crook of Trick's neck, and with his arm drapped over the other man softly.

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The dream melted away and in the warmth of Trick's arms, he dreamt-- except it was something full of fire and blood. An eerie stillness, the clatter of footsteps on the floor.

The Castle was under attack, his sister had already been shoved out but he remained, he could not find his Knight, the one who was always by his side-- they'd been separated and that had not settled well with the King, for they rarely were seen outside of each other's company-- the banquet had gone all wrong, knives had turned and the entire retinue that had been brought by the father of his bride-to-be had turned on them.

That is when he realized it had been a ploy, a dangerous ploy to attack the country from the inside. Now he was stealing through the halls as furtively as possible, he had little care for his own life not when an absence grew strong in his heart.

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Trick found himself in the same dreamscape, though he couldn't possibly know that yet. What he did know was that he was someone else, but still very much himself. What he also knew, that took precedence and importance over anything else, was that he had to find his King. The fact that they were separated by the sudden rush of chaos had his heart hammering in his chest.

He had to find him, had to keep him safe. It was his duty, his purpose. But more than that, his lord was his entire reason for existing, the man he loved beyond all hope or reason, a love that had never been voiced because he knew very well his role. It drove him through the corridors of the castle, sword streaked with blood of the attackers he'd felled.

It was pure chance -- or perhaps some cosmic pull between them -- that drew his attention to the figure in the shadows, unmistakable. Moving quickly, he darted close, catching the other man by the arm and pushing him back into an alcove, trapping him up against the wall. "My Lord, what are you doing? We have to get you out of here. It isn't safe."

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There was the reason that he was the King, and it was because of his rather lamentable survival skills when all was said and done, though perhaps it would not have surprised the other man too much that he would attempt to strike out on his own. Still though that was not enough to make it exactly right and so as the young King's arm was yanked and then he was cornered into a darkened alcove.

Just beyond, there was the clatter of swords and shields, screams and yelling that was the new atmospheric soundtrack of the castle. "I was looking for you, we were separated." and honestly, he had not wanted to leave the palace not without his Knight, his Confidante, and his most secret and forbidden love.

"Now that I have found you, we can leave." he stressed the word 'we' as if there was no other option but that they leave together. "We will leave..." and then carefully, "I do not want to be King, they can have the kingdom as far as I care, we can steal out of the palace together and find a place to settle down." he blurted out despite himself.

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The Knight frowned at that. Looking for him. Risking himself for his sake. It was an exceptionally dumb, but as brilliant as his lord was, the King was also an absolute utter idiot about some things. He considered scolding him for taking that sort of risk with his life for his sake, but the scolding could wait.

"Then we should go, quickly." He would leave now, if it meant that his King would leave with him. He would do whatever he could to keep this beautiful, gentle man safe and protected.

His eyes widened at what was spoken next though, that his lord was quite ready to abandon throne and power and seek a new life. And all this with we wrapped in it. His heart stuttered in his chest, and he reached down to take the King's hands in his, lifting both to press a kiss to one and then the other, right on the border of what was allowed for fealty before it slipped into that something more that he'd always kept secret. "I will follow you anywhere, my Lord. Whether you are king or not."