: 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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Nicky may have had another go in him, thanks to the incubus blood that flowed through his stream like fine-grade sexual cocaine and rendered him a horny mess of prime-of-life male hormones.

So when Trick threatened him with a good time, he could not do anything much except bite at that lower lip-- one thing this made him was exceptionally pushy and so Trick would find that his boyfriend was all but shoving his hole at him.

Pin the Trick in the Nicky, a delightful party game made just for the enjoyment of his lover-- and he was not going to temper his eagerness whatsoever. "Scientific method, babe." He reminded the other guy with a barely concealed growl.

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So demanding. But Trick was clearly pleased by this, a laugh on his lips, though it was shot through with a breathless need in him. He hadn't come yet, after all, and he fully intended to to do exactly that -- once he was buried deep inside Nicholas Kirkland. And after he'd driven the other man into another orgasm, if Trick had his way.

So he let his hand drop to grip at the back of one thigh as he aligned himself with that clearly greedy, desperate hole. "Well, then this is for science, I guess..."

He teased gently before he moved forward, hissing at how Nicky's entrance seemed to give so sweetly around him and he sank inside as if his lover was made for this, made for him.

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If there was anything that Nicky was, it was a full-fledged brat with an incurable penchant for mischief, the sort of man who both looked for trouble, and trouble found him. It certainly would not be a boring life to be in a relationship with Nicky, it hadn't even been a boring friendship in the slightest.

He shifted, draping his leg against the hard angle of that thigh as his mouth caught the jawline, the way that Trick kept it smooth shaven, though there was a hint of a five o'clock shadow that felt rather nice, he scratched his own beard against it while Trick pinioned him.

Open mouthed groan against skin then, teeth scraping against flesh as he let out a roughened moan, his walls parted for Trick and then squeezed-- some strange magic that was part incubus and part the sheer desire that Nicholas had always had for his best friend.

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Nicky and his penchant for attracting (and causing) trouble was something that Trick knew and loved about him. So he would deal with that mischief all too happily. And right now he was enjoying the way that leg hooked around him, his hand moving to grip at that thigh.

He heard himself groan in bliss as he hilted himself fully inside Nicholas, turning to graze his lips along that jaw, the rough bristles of beard a feeling he was becoming very familiar with -- and fond of. Very fond of. Everything about the other man was impossibly attractive, sexy in a way that was custom made to destroy Patrick Leary in particular.

"Fuck..." his turn to be reduced to cursing. He lifted his head to look down at him. "Tell me what you want, baby..."

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"Fuck, I've only ever wanted you." he murmured this, head back against the shower wall and looking up at the other man with those eyes blown nearly dark sapphire from sheer desire. It was almost as if he could touch Trick's soul, the depths within-- perhaps recognizing something far deeper in the heat of the moment.

It felt like too long, even though they had fucked but a half an hour before, it still felt like too long between them.

Because there had been a burning wasteland of time in which their souls had been caught up, and he was right now feeling that swirl. He lifted his hips up from the floor, using his own meager strength to balance himself as best as he possibly could. "I want to be as close to you as possible, I never want to be away from you ever again." his tongue ran against his lower lip. It felt like something timeless was urging him to speak but he could not be quite sure, he was barely aware of it.

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Maybe in this moment -- with the walls between them so thin as they moved as one body, their souls reuniting in a way they hadn't had the opportunity for lifetime after lifetime -- some shards of memories slipped through. Because it did feel like far too long since they had been together.

"Never again. I've waited too many lifetimes to have you. I won't let you go again." He wouldn't allow it, would not allow Nicky to be taken from him.

The thought was so strong it almost surprised Patrick, the vehemence with which he meant those words. His hips moved with that same vehemence, driving himself deep inside Nicholas, plunging over and over again. "I've been waiting to be yours, baby."

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In this moment, in this clarity-- everything buzzed and washed around them, the water felt far more cleansing, the softness of Patrick's breath against his own and the plunge of body into body as deep as to make his toes curl as they wrapped around those hips.

He caught Patrick's mouth with a hunger, tongue attempting to rob breath from the other man's as he sufficed to say it all in kisses, he could talk up a storm in any lifetime but right now he wanted his lover, this soul thrumming and beating against his own, he wanted that soul as close as possible.

It was all a swirl, the force of their pasts. It slid in a fast moving montage which did not focus on any one thing, but it was all of the good-- none of the bad, and a shade of unfufilled desire there as well. But now they were home, Trick's body arching into him, hitting his spot and causing him to moan in the wildness of the shower, hungrily into that mouth as he attempted to slake himself of a thirst he'd gone through time with.

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The dream from the night before flickers through his mind, the loss of love only barely spoken, dying with the taste of his beloved's lips on his for the first and last time. It drove Trick on in this moment, had him meeting that kiss with a desperation to make up for what had been lost.

Lost again and again and again.

His hips crashed to Nicky in a rhythm that matched that growing desperation, to drive the two of them together to pleasure, to be joined as close as two separate people could be. His voice broke on a startled cry as he broke from his lover's lips. "I'm close, baby... you gonna come for me again?"

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Nicky was suffused with pleasure, with the proximity of his lover. It was a drug far stronger than whatever it was that was rolling through his bloodstream, it was what made anything else than this impossible. He tasted the way the steam seasoned that lower lip, tongue lapping up the drips though it was a quaking thing his every movement.

Especially with the way that Trick was casting assault upon his body, the Baby though-- that was what sent him over the edge, his arms tightening around those shoulders-- forehead pressed against forehead. "Let's, gods fuck I need to come with you." his voice was rough even as he reached between them to give a few short steady jerks with his fist against his prick. A sigh followed by a groan, "Yeah.. yes.. yes fuck.. fuck!" and each word was louder than the other, it would appear he was the loud type. He came and it nearly shattered him into pieces, and all these pieces were parts of what they both had once been.

Even as he cast his seed upon that abdomen, hot and sticky-- where it would invariably be washed away by the shower spray.

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Take that incubus possession. You're nothing in the face of starcrossed lovers being kept apart for lifetime after lifetime finally reuniting. They were so swept up in each other, in the physical and the emotional piece of it, that the rest of the world had fallen away entirely.

Trick found himself utterly in love with the way that Nicky's voice sounded like this, roughened and breathless and halfway into a moan. Now, granted, he loved the way that Nicky sounded generally, could listen to him ramble on about anything, so he was predisposed to it. But this was clearly different. And his Nicky was apparently a screamer. Trick was not at all disappointed by this discovery.

His own climax was not far behind, half a second after Nicky groaned, Trick was burying himself inside him, a hard thrust before his entire body went taut, hips jerking as he spilled himself inside the other man, painting his passage white with his seed and staking his claim on him again and again, his own voice breaking on a cry of Nicky's name.

He managed to hold himself up and not just flop onto Nicky, though his head did fall forward to rest his forehead against his lover's. "Yeah... fuck..."

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Whatever, Nicholas Kirkland wanted to be as inundated by his lover as possible. Thus he wiggled and shifted so that he could better accomodate Trick there on the shower floor with him, but in such a way that Trick would be able to slide out organically. Yeah, that was good.. very good and he echoed that sentiment with a mrrrh of pleasure while he pulled Trick close.

"I regret to inform you that I am addicted to you." he said this with a muffled voice against a jawline.

"The next course of action is to be stuck to you like glue." which he also had no issue with, but this reinforced the belief that Trick would not be going into the seminary, at least not unless the priesthood started to allow marriage gay or otherwise.

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"Is that the plan? I can get behind that." He could very much get behind that, because nothing in him had any desire to allow Nicholas out of his arms any time in the near future. They'd already been attached at the hip to the point where everyone who knew them assumed they were an item anyway. Now that they actually were? Bets were off on how all attached they could manage to be.

Patrick Leary was never going to be a priest. The only thing that had tempted him towards the seminary was the thought that he'd at least have a direction for his life and a reason for never confessing to his best friend how desperately he was in love with him.

But here they were, confessions made, feelings returned, a tangle of limbs and sexual exhaustion on the floor of the shower. "We should probably actually get cleaned up now... before the water goes cold on us."

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"Yeah, definitely." Nicky said with a sheepish smile and a stolen kiss before he attempted to peel himself up off the floor of the shower. He was only a little bit uncertain if he could though, what with the hit to the head and also maybe the fact that he felt built like a wet noodle.

Just throw him against the shower wall, all the gluten released from that railing would have him sticking in no time, certified al dente.

"Mmmmm so keeping my hands off of you may be a problem." If they did not watch out, Trick would get exhausted and pass out-- not a fate that Nicky wanted to come pass.

His cock though? It had other ideas.

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That sheepish smile, the kiss that followed. Something in Patrick melted. He stole another kiss before drawing back with a shake of his head. "You are so beautiful it's infuriating." How was he supposed to live his life with Nicholas Kirkland in the world being attractive and adorable and his own personal temptation made flesh?

He moved to stand then, reaching a hand down so that he could help Nicky to his feet -- aware that his boyfriend did not possess much balance at the best of times, never mind after they'd just gone at it like fucking horny rabbits on the shower floor.

A laugh rang out at what Nicky had to say. Was that a warning? A threat? Trick was all for it. ...even if it killed him. "Oh no how terrible for me. Woe. Misericordia." He deadpanned at him before stepping in closer to crowd Nicky right back under the spray so they could actually get to the washing off. "You might have to fuck me next time though. Might take a bit for me to wake little Trick back up to play again."

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Nicholas was easily crowded to underneath the shower spray to get washed off of their rather pleasant exertions, turning to get his own hair properly wet. But he was a talker, invariably so and as he heard the last bit he let out a good natured scoff. "Little Trick? I can assure you, there is nothing little about them, Sweetheart." in the same tone that Trick called him baby.

See, two could play at that game.

"But yeah, you are extremely attractive and fuckable and I'm going to have to exert as much self control as I can however, and honestly I'll take you however I can get you.. you will find that I am not very picky about how I get you as longa s I get you."

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Once he had Nicholas under the shower spray, he reached for the shampoo and started to work it through his lover's hair, humming, quite pleased with himself. Then Nicky went and said that to him, and called him Sweetheart, and Trick could feel himself starting to flush. How dare he, truly.

"Flatterer..." he teased lightly, fingers deliberately massaging at his scalp now.

Though self control was going to be a whole thing really, because between Nicholas "fuck it we ball" Kirkland and the incubus possessing him? No chance that was going to last long at all. And Patrick, well, Patrick was all for sexual escapades with Nicky, but preferably not to the point where one of them was fucked quite unconscious.

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Self-control was obviously a construct made for people that were not Nicholas, however the one thing that was going to teach him a thing or two was of course Trick's own fragile body complete with human trajectionary period. Though he purred right into the rubbing of his scalp, much like a cat would, he would enjoy it just as he happened to really like his calves rubbed.

That was another happy place.

Head back and just purred quite contentedly. "Not a flatterer if it's the truth, that is logic." he said this matter-of-factly.

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Not Patrick Leary either. They were, the both of them, made for each other in the most horrifying way imaginable to anyone around them who cared about the wellbeing of the two idiots. Oh well. They'd made it this far.

Trick was far too charmed by the way Nicky reacted for him to be worried about much of anything. He'd discover the calves eventually too, and then he'd be unstoppable. So he did a hell of a thorough job of working the shampoo into a lather and then running his hands through gently to rinse. Then conditioner because really, Nicky's ginger hair was long and thick and Trick was particular about haircare and product, okay? This was important.

He pressed a kiss to the edge of a bearded jawline. "Oh yes, flawless logic clearly. How could I possibly argue?"

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If Trick could have seen Nicholas' expression, he would've seen a rather self-contented expression especially when it came to logic and all of it's various trappings; that would be something that he would use in the future as an excuse-- logic. For now though, he would keep it to himself as they had just started dating (he assumed) and he hoped that Trick would allow for a proper date.

That is once he did not have to worry about the possibility of scandalizing waitstaff by such hedonistic behavior as probably was not done in polite company; after all it would be really hard to resist the urge to nibble on Trick in public.

A great many people were going to find out how hard it would be for him to keep his hands off his very attractive boyfriend regardless. "You know, if you also gave Jella as good a scalp massage as you are giving me right now, she'd probably be just as addicted to you as I am."

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"That the way to her heart? Noted. And here I was counting on churus to be my way in." Though Trick was quite certain that Jella would always in at least some way view him as competition for Nicky's attention. They'd come to a decent truce about it for the most part, but Trick did have to wonder now that he'd be taking up space in Nicky's bed (or Nicky in his) if that would upset their careful balance.

Once he had made sure Nicky's hair was rinsed completely, he leaned in to press a kiss to the other man's shoulder. His mind had been running through their options even as he indulged in pampering his roommate a bit as they got themselves cleaned up. For however long that clean up would last.

"What do you think about going to see a priest?" He asked, quite without any segue into the query.

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A priest.

There was a very careful pause at this; despite the fact that he attended a heavily religious school-- he was by no means religious. He attended Saintsmourn because his mother and father had, as well as his Uncle Graham. Patricia had attended for a time before she'd dropped out because it'd been a waste of her time,-- which arguably, left Nicholas.

In fact, one may argue the fact that he was a humanist with no great leaning either way on the spectrum of spirtuality.

"Well.. do you think a Priest will be able to do anything about it?" which was perhaps a dumb question, but for Nicholas he did not set much store by items of faith. "I will if you think it is best but you know how I feel about priests..."

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"I mean, you're possessed by a demon. That's sort of right smack in the middle of the Catholic priest wheelhouse. ...the wheelhouse they pretend isn't really their wheelhouse, but it totally is."

Trick was not religious in a traditional way. Trick was, however, well aware of the presence of the demonic -- and the supernatural in general, had been since he was six or so, able to see and sense things that apparently most people did not -- and the best way to fight demonic influences was faith of one sort or another.

"Yeah, I know how you feel. But Father Riley's a decent guy, yeah? He pretends he doesn't know Jella is here at least." Which really, was a point in his favor.

A frown tugged at his lips as he added. "I think we might need help to get you free of this. Last night scared the hell out of me. You were so far gone. I thought I was going to lose you. And I can't lose you."

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Okay, so Trick had a really valid point.

As far as Priests went, Riley was alright and yeah, Jella was not a quiet cat so it was truth that Riley had to know she was here; but because the guy were taking such good care of her it was evident that she was allowed to be in peace. "Yeah okay, that's a fair point. If there is anyone we can trust not to talk about this, it's probably Riley. As long as he does not get anyone else in the church involved in this-- hey, do you think we can phrase it as a rhetorical question first to sort of dip our feet in the waters?"

At the sound of Trick's concern, he bumped his head lightly against Patrick's shoulder. "I am not going anywhere.. in life or death." which meant he'd haunt Trick if anything did happen to him.

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"Good idea. Float it like a thought exercise and see how he reacts." ...Riley would probably think they were weirdos, but chances were good he already thought that anyway. What did they have to lose?

Trick could try to expel the demon himself, but after last night he was certain that it had a tight hold on Nicky, and he'd never pulled a demon out of someone. Like yeah, sure he managed to clear a possessed object once or twice, but Nicholas was not an object and at least one of those objects had not precisely survived its impromptu exorcism.

He turned towards him at that bump to his shoulder, moving to wrap his arms around the other man securely. "Good. You're not allowed to." Trick would follow him across life and death if he had to. "C'mon. Let's get dried off and dressed and we can hopefully catch Riley before he starts his morning rounds." It was, after all, still very early.

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It would've made a terrific science experiment to Nicky's line of thought but it had a rather large chance that it could 'unalive' him which while he would not have minded previously (there were risks to science) but he'd just discovered Trick as a boyfriend and he was very reluctant to let go of that. The fates would have to pull Trick out of his grubby ink-stained hands, that was for sure.

A kiss to the cheek, lodged with wholesome intent before he followed Trick right out of the shower where they could get dressed. He found a very constricting pair of briefs that he'd gotten as a Christmas gift by his Nana Gertie (who did not believe in fun when it came to presents, as opposed to his Grandmother on his father's side, whom when alive, had gotten him things like a lab kit and a train set), yeah he could not think sexy thoughts wearing Nana Gertie's undies, disaster avoided.

One of Trick's oversized hoodies were thrown on though, because it smelled like Trick. That may defeat the whole purpose of unsexy underwear. But did Nicky make it easy on himself? No, absolutely not.