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sparkindarknessI'm back. I still have the prequel flashes but I wanted to move on with the present before adding past flashbacks. I'm also having a huge headache with clothing. I kind of know what the clothes worn in the court of old King James were called, but I'm not sure and it's a bitch finding out. I know what they looked like, but the proper names are annoying.
But that's not nearly as irritating as the mass of Camaalis declaring that, actually, they preferred Tudor fashions and were known as quite eccentric for their fashion sense.
Gah, I don't know why they're being so awkward. Given the choice, most of them wore robes anyway because doublets, hose, ruffs and frills were severely impractical in so many magical applications.
Anyways, the future casts long shadows, and Rick and Darren fear what comes.
This was utter madness. I really do not fucking believe it. Now we’re fighting to protect Camaalis? Aren’t we supposed to get more notice when the whole universe changes like that? Camaalis are supposed to be the bad guys!
Oh,. And to make it even more of a fucking crazy dream, we’re not only protecting Camaalis, but we’re also protecting Camaalis against an ancient Sorcerer of doom. Can I wake up yet, because this is madness!
Oh, and WHY are we killing ancient evil one? Because he’s a Sorcerer. Hello people, am I the only one who sees the problem with this? It’s fucking wrong – you don’t kill someone just because of the kind of magic they can use! Certainly not when your boytoy uses exactly the same kind of magic. Have they all missed this?
“Hello, Darren?” I snapped my fingers to get his attention. He gave me an irritated glare since I interrupted him and Liam talking some arcane shit about Camaalis mystical sites (and you wouldn’t believe how boring that is). “Am I the only one who sees the problem with you hunting down a Sorcerer just because he’s a fucking Sorcerer? C’mon, it must be hypocrisy or something.”
He rolled his eyes while managing to exchange and exasperated look with Liam. “He is one of the reasons why Camaalis have persecuted Sorcerers through the centuries. He is evil, Rick.” Most people would try and add a few dramatic exclamation marks at the end of that. He just said it like he was introducing someone casually – Hi, this is Fred, he’s Gemini. Is an Accountant and is also evil. “And that is judging him on his actions, not his magic.”
“Alright, let’s go squish him, then.” My second gripe. He’s here in America sheltering from Camaalis and building an army, apparently, and we’re just sitting here on our fucking hands? We should be cutting him up into little pieces and relocating him to the bottom of the Pacific! We should be burning him to ash and scattering him from Mexico to Canada! We should be hunting him down and throwing him in a pit full of irate NRA members! “C’mon, between us we’ve got to be able to fund him pretty easily. Lets swoop in like the wrath of fucking god and squish him!”
Liam raised his eyes to the ceiling, apparently in prayer. Darren just placed a hand over his eyes as if in deep pain. “I’ve already died once. I am not ready to die again.” Darren muttered from behind his hand. “The Concord would kill us. Camaalis aren’t even supposed to be in the country. For us to actually hunt and attack someone with magic here… It could start a war.”
“Not could. Would. The Concord has been looking for an excuse for the last 20 years or so. This would be just too perfect.” Liam shook his head. That interesting sensual mouth twisted with anger. Both of them got really fucking angry when they talked about the Concord. Weird, I mean, the Concord’s just this giant boring talking shop that just about everyone’s a part of. It’s like the UN, but less decisive and more argumentative. No, I’m not exaggerating, they’re really bad. They’ll argue about any shit and they never do anything, most of us just ignore them – how come Camaalis hate them so much?
Liam sighed and dragged himself to his feet, he looked so tired that it was like he had weights on his eyelids. He still looked like a lascivious pirate, but one who needed a double espresso. “I’ve got to go,” he muttered, stretching. “I’ve got to tell the Clan what’s happening – and that you’re on board. Then I can have a fun time convincing them that they want him on board. No offence.”
Darren laughed. I swear, the guy is fucking weird sometimes. He leaned in closer to me, still chuckling. One by one the others trickled out since it became clear that there wasn’t going to be any more diabolical plotting or Camaalis secrets. Seriously, most wizards would give their balls for Camaalis secrets.
We lay like that on the couch for some time, him burying his face in my chest and breathing so deeply that I could almost have thought he had fallen asleep. There was a tension in his back and shoulders though, I could feel it even with just the lightest touch. He was really fucking tense. His hands nestled against me. They were really cold and they lept picking nervously at the buttons on my shirt.
I pulled him in closer against me, holding him tight so he couldn’t get away. I kissed the top of his head, gently. “You’re spooked, Darren.” He snuggled a little closer, sighing gently. His shoulders tightened, though. I kissed him again. “Talk to me, Darren.”
He sighed, not his usually exasperated sigh, but a gentle, sad sigh. He raised his head slowly to look at me. I could see fear buried in his eyes. He was pretty fucking difficult to read usually, I’d learned that he didn’t give away much with body language or expression (I think it was a Camaalis thing, or maybe an English thing). You had to look at the eyes. They were still pretty fucking difficult to read, but that’s because it’s hard to look at those gorgeous deep blue eyes and not get at least a little lost. But you could see his soul there, and he was one scared puppy. He tried to pull himself still closer, I stroked him gently, like you would a scared animal. A little tension drained from him, but the fear never left his eyes.
“So much can go wrong.” He whispered, almost silently. “It’s almost impossible that someone isn’t going to get hurt or die before this is over. It could be you. It could be me.” He shuddered a little.
I kissed him, gently. He was cold. “And that worries you?” He frowned at me. I kissed him again, trying to chase the frown away. “Not me dying, I know that worries you. You dying, I mean. Does that worry you?”
He looked away, trying to hide his face again. I put a finger under his chin and gently forced him to face me again. I kissed him, gently but firmly, wrapping my arms solidly around him and pulling him on top of me. He was so tiny, for some reason you never really realised how small he was unless you were laid like this. He took a deep breath, more content than worried, and answered me. “Yes, it worries me. I don’t want to die. I know I should, and I know I used to… but I don’t. Not any more.”
I hugged him, squeezing him tight enough that he made a small sound of protest. I couldn’t help it, warmth just shot through me. I can’t describe how long I had waited him to say that, to be sure. I kissed him again, hard and joyous, nibbling at his lips and mashing our mouths together. He lay loose against me, but I could still feel the tension through him.
“I love to hear you say that, I really do. We’ll live through this Darren, because finally we both fucking want to. We’ll live through this.” I hugged him again. The tension didn’t leave him.
“Wanting isn’t the same as doing, Rick.” He sighed, again trying to avoid my eyes. “We have a powerful Sorcerer against us, raising who knows what kind of armies. My family needs me to stand with them against him, but I don’t think I can.”
“You don’t?” I gaped a little at him. Self-doubt was so not a Camaalis thing.
“I think… I think he may be stronger than me.” He said it so quietly and so sadly that I kissed him again.
“You won’t be alone, Darren. And it won’t be just me – your family will be there and we’ll all kick ass.” I grinned at him and shook him a little. I got a little smile out of him.
“How long will my family be there?” His smile faded quickly. “It will be almost a miracle if we can avoid war with the Concord.”
I didn’t really know shit about this, so I just hugged him and tried to be reassuring. “What I the Concord’s bitch against you guys anyway?”
Darren shrugged. “We’ve never got on, not since they were founded, but apparently in the last 20 years or so they’ve been really awkward. I don’t know why; maybe someone at home might.”
I ran my fingers up and down the tension in his spine, slowly tickling, stroking and massaging the stiff, tense muscles until they slackened a little. He sighed again, his arms snuggling round me – but the grip around me was so fucking tense it was almost desperate. I shook him gently. “I’m not going to die on you, Darren and you’re not going to die on me. We’ve done that once and it’s not happening again.”
He opened his mouth to answer but I kissed him firmly and not even close to gently. I force my tongue into his open mouth and took him roughly. I felt his teeth press against my lips so hard I thought I’d cut myself. He didn’t pull away and he didn’t melt into me. He pushed back fiercely, fiercely? Make that fucking savagely. His hands scrabbled across my chest and I felt the buttons of my shirt snap away and his nails scrape across my chest. I reached out for his shirt, pulling it off his back hard enough to rip the seams, his urgency pushed against me, made me want as much as he did. He pushed his mouth into mine so hard that there was no almost about it - it fucking hurt.
I heard a heavy snapping sound as he forced my jeans down, the zip had broken and the button pinged off across the room. He pulled so hard at my jeans I almost thought he’d manage to rip them. He did manage to tear my underwear away, but by that time I had already managed to pull his short off him and his pants were much easier to tear.
Suddenly, I was on my back with him arching on top of me. I don’t know how he got that fucking strong and at the minute I really don’t care. He tried to bring himself down on my cock, tried to impale himself. I pushed him away as hard as I could, and it was fucking amazing how strong he was pushing back. I fumbled desperately for some lube, any lube! C’mon, this fucking apartment is full of fucking lube - flavoured lube, coloured lube, scented lube, aphrodisiac lube (and what is the point of that, if you’re ready for the lube who needs an aphrodisiac), spiritual lube, even fucking glow in the dark fucking lube! If you blew up this building everyone in the whole fucking city would be showered with lube!
At last my hand closed around the small bottle. Didn’t know what type and I really didn’t care. I was rough and ready applying it, smearing it on just about everything I could get my hand on and using up most of the fucking bottle before I finally let Darren go.
Fuck! It was a good thing I did grab the lube, because Darren didn’t waste any time bringing himself down on top of me. He was wide open and ready for me already, completely fucking relaxed even as tension sang through every muscle. Just a few slow strokes to get his positing right and suddenly he was pumping away like a crazy thing over me. I gasped, my breath already coming in pants. His hands pinned my shoulders down onto the couch, I didn't know whether it was because he was so fucking strong or because his pumping over me was robbing me of all my strength but he held me down.
Suddenly something hit my mouth. It hit so hard I thought Darren had grown another hand and punched me. I swear I could feel my mouth bruise. I opened my eyes and saw Darren’s inches away. He was kissing me so hard it still hurt. And that really didn’t matter. It hurt and it was good. I kissed him, back just as hard as I could, and all the time he rocked back and forth on top of me so fast and so hard I could feel him grunting with effort against my lips.
We were both panting now, but the kiss didn’t stop. I couldn’t catch my breath and I didn’t think I cared. My chest ached for air but my mouth was just forced deeper against his. We were both gasping desperately and making fucking weird noises in the backs of our throats, our lips pressed together fighting down screams and moans. I was kind of aware of my hands on his back, but I didn’t know whether I was scratching him up or trying to beat him off, everything seemed to burn down to the feel of him frenziedly pushing himself up and down on my cock.
I suddenly felt teeth on my lips and the taste of blood as he came against me. The pain as lost in the rush as his contracting muscles sent me over the edge as they always do - there’s something that just fires up inside of me as I feel him come with me inside him that sends me over the edge every time. I scream against his mouth and come inside him, my back bowing so fiercely I nearly knocked him off me.
The kiss finally brokw and I collapsed back against the couch, panting desperately and waiting for the spots to clear from my vision. Darren collapses on top of me, nearly robbing me of breath all over again. He gave me a soft lazy smile before his eyes fluttered closed.
I smiled back, but I was pretty fucking worried. He lay on top of me, relaxed, but tension still sang down his spine - even after sex and that was seriously fucking unlike him. And before he closed his eyes I had seen the fear that still lay in them.
I bit my lip and heard him whisper something softly, under his breath, too low for me to hear. Almost without thinking I called to one of the spirits lurking in my flat - the spirit of Conspiracy Theories.- a very good listener, but it’s imagination was waaay too big. Paranoid as fuck as well, but can‘t keep secrets. Not to be confused with the spirit of Conspiracy which is an evil big spirit, secretive as hell and fucking dangerous.
Darren’s word breezed up to me ear. “He is mine, he won’t leave me. Please gods, don’t let me lose him.”
Fuck. I closed my own eyes, in case Darren woke up and saw I was as afraid as he was.
But that's not nearly as irritating as the mass of Camaalis declaring that, actually, they preferred Tudor fashions and were known as quite eccentric for their fashion sense.
Gah, I don't know why they're being so awkward. Given the choice, most of them wore robes anyway because doublets, hose, ruffs and frills were severely impractical in so many magical applications.
Anyways, the future casts long shadows, and Rick and Darren fear what comes.
This was utter madness. I really do not fucking believe it. Now we’re fighting to protect Camaalis? Aren’t we supposed to get more notice when the whole universe changes like that? Camaalis are supposed to be the bad guys!
Oh,. And to make it even more of a fucking crazy dream, we’re not only protecting Camaalis, but we’re also protecting Camaalis against an ancient Sorcerer of doom. Can I wake up yet, because this is madness!
Oh, and WHY are we killing ancient evil one? Because he’s a Sorcerer. Hello people, am I the only one who sees the problem with this? It’s fucking wrong – you don’t kill someone just because of the kind of magic they can use! Certainly not when your boytoy uses exactly the same kind of magic. Have they all missed this?
“Hello, Darren?” I snapped my fingers to get his attention. He gave me an irritated glare since I interrupted him and Liam talking some arcane shit about Camaalis mystical sites (and you wouldn’t believe how boring that is). “Am I the only one who sees the problem with you hunting down a Sorcerer just because he’s a fucking Sorcerer? C’mon, it must be hypocrisy or something.”
He rolled his eyes while managing to exchange and exasperated look with Liam. “He is one of the reasons why Camaalis have persecuted Sorcerers through the centuries. He is evil, Rick.” Most people would try and add a few dramatic exclamation marks at the end of that. He just said it like he was introducing someone casually – Hi, this is Fred, he’s Gemini. Is an Accountant and is also evil. “And that is judging him on his actions, not his magic.”
“Alright, let’s go squish him, then.” My second gripe. He’s here in America sheltering from Camaalis and building an army, apparently, and we’re just sitting here on our fucking hands? We should be cutting him up into little pieces and relocating him to the bottom of the Pacific! We should be burning him to ash and scattering him from Mexico to Canada! We should be hunting him down and throwing him in a pit full of irate NRA members! “C’mon, between us we’ve got to be able to fund him pretty easily. Lets swoop in like the wrath of fucking god and squish him!”
Liam raised his eyes to the ceiling, apparently in prayer. Darren just placed a hand over his eyes as if in deep pain. “I’ve already died once. I am not ready to die again.” Darren muttered from behind his hand. “The Concord would kill us. Camaalis aren’t even supposed to be in the country. For us to actually hunt and attack someone with magic here… It could start a war.”
“Not could. Would. The Concord has been looking for an excuse for the last 20 years or so. This would be just too perfect.” Liam shook his head. That interesting sensual mouth twisted with anger. Both of them got really fucking angry when they talked about the Concord. Weird, I mean, the Concord’s just this giant boring talking shop that just about everyone’s a part of. It’s like the UN, but less decisive and more argumentative. No, I’m not exaggerating, they’re really bad. They’ll argue about any shit and they never do anything, most of us just ignore them – how come Camaalis hate them so much?
Liam sighed and dragged himself to his feet, he looked so tired that it was like he had weights on his eyelids. He still looked like a lascivious pirate, but one who needed a double espresso. “I’ve got to go,” he muttered, stretching. “I’ve got to tell the Clan what’s happening – and that you’re on board. Then I can have a fun time convincing them that they want him on board. No offence.”
Darren laughed. I swear, the guy is fucking weird sometimes. He leaned in closer to me, still chuckling. One by one the others trickled out since it became clear that there wasn’t going to be any more diabolical plotting or Camaalis secrets. Seriously, most wizards would give their balls for Camaalis secrets.
We lay like that on the couch for some time, him burying his face in my chest and breathing so deeply that I could almost have thought he had fallen asleep. There was a tension in his back and shoulders though, I could feel it even with just the lightest touch. He was really fucking tense. His hands nestled against me. They were really cold and they lept picking nervously at the buttons on my shirt.
I pulled him in closer against me, holding him tight so he couldn’t get away. I kissed the top of his head, gently. “You’re spooked, Darren.” He snuggled a little closer, sighing gently. His shoulders tightened, though. I kissed him again. “Talk to me, Darren.”
He sighed, not his usually exasperated sigh, but a gentle, sad sigh. He raised his head slowly to look at me. I could see fear buried in his eyes. He was pretty fucking difficult to read usually, I’d learned that he didn’t give away much with body language or expression (I think it was a Camaalis thing, or maybe an English thing). You had to look at the eyes. They were still pretty fucking difficult to read, but that’s because it’s hard to look at those gorgeous deep blue eyes and not get at least a little lost. But you could see his soul there, and he was one scared puppy. He tried to pull himself still closer, I stroked him gently, like you would a scared animal. A little tension drained from him, but the fear never left his eyes.
“So much can go wrong.” He whispered, almost silently. “It’s almost impossible that someone isn’t going to get hurt or die before this is over. It could be you. It could be me.” He shuddered a little.
I kissed him, gently. He was cold. “And that worries you?” He frowned at me. I kissed him again, trying to chase the frown away. “Not me dying, I know that worries you. You dying, I mean. Does that worry you?”
He looked away, trying to hide his face again. I put a finger under his chin and gently forced him to face me again. I kissed him, gently but firmly, wrapping my arms solidly around him and pulling him on top of me. He was so tiny, for some reason you never really realised how small he was unless you were laid like this. He took a deep breath, more content than worried, and answered me. “Yes, it worries me. I don’t want to die. I know I should, and I know I used to… but I don’t. Not any more.”
I hugged him, squeezing him tight enough that he made a small sound of protest. I couldn’t help it, warmth just shot through me. I can’t describe how long I had waited him to say that, to be sure. I kissed him again, hard and joyous, nibbling at his lips and mashing our mouths together. He lay loose against me, but I could still feel the tension through him.
“I love to hear you say that, I really do. We’ll live through this Darren, because finally we both fucking want to. We’ll live through this.” I hugged him again. The tension didn’t leave him.
“Wanting isn’t the same as doing, Rick.” He sighed, again trying to avoid my eyes. “We have a powerful Sorcerer against us, raising who knows what kind of armies. My family needs me to stand with them against him, but I don’t think I can.”
“You don’t?” I gaped a little at him. Self-doubt was so not a Camaalis thing.
“I think… I think he may be stronger than me.” He said it so quietly and so sadly that I kissed him again.
“You won’t be alone, Darren. And it won’t be just me – your family will be there and we’ll all kick ass.” I grinned at him and shook him a little. I got a little smile out of him.
“How long will my family be there?” His smile faded quickly. “It will be almost a miracle if we can avoid war with the Concord.”
I didn’t really know shit about this, so I just hugged him and tried to be reassuring. “What I the Concord’s bitch against you guys anyway?”
Darren shrugged. “We’ve never got on, not since they were founded, but apparently in the last 20 years or so they’ve been really awkward. I don’t know why; maybe someone at home might.”
I ran my fingers up and down the tension in his spine, slowly tickling, stroking and massaging the stiff, tense muscles until they slackened a little. He sighed again, his arms snuggling round me – but the grip around me was so fucking tense it was almost desperate. I shook him gently. “I’m not going to die on you, Darren and you’re not going to die on me. We’ve done that once and it’s not happening again.”
He opened his mouth to answer but I kissed him firmly and not even close to gently. I force my tongue into his open mouth and took him roughly. I felt his teeth press against my lips so hard I thought I’d cut myself. He didn’t pull away and he didn’t melt into me. He pushed back fiercely, fiercely? Make that fucking savagely. His hands scrabbled across my chest and I felt the buttons of my shirt snap away and his nails scrape across my chest. I reached out for his shirt, pulling it off his back hard enough to rip the seams, his urgency pushed against me, made me want as much as he did. He pushed his mouth into mine so hard that there was no almost about it - it fucking hurt.
I heard a heavy snapping sound as he forced my jeans down, the zip had broken and the button pinged off across the room. He pulled so hard at my jeans I almost thought he’d manage to rip them. He did manage to tear my underwear away, but by that time I had already managed to pull his short off him and his pants were much easier to tear.
Suddenly, I was on my back with him arching on top of me. I don’t know how he got that fucking strong and at the minute I really don’t care. He tried to bring himself down on my cock, tried to impale himself. I pushed him away as hard as I could, and it was fucking amazing how strong he was pushing back. I fumbled desperately for some lube, any lube! C’mon, this fucking apartment is full of fucking lube - flavoured lube, coloured lube, scented lube, aphrodisiac lube (and what is the point of that, if you’re ready for the lube who needs an aphrodisiac), spiritual lube, even fucking glow in the dark fucking lube! If you blew up this building everyone in the whole fucking city would be showered with lube!
At last my hand closed around the small bottle. Didn’t know what type and I really didn’t care. I was rough and ready applying it, smearing it on just about everything I could get my hand on and using up most of the fucking bottle before I finally let Darren go.
Fuck! It was a good thing I did grab the lube, because Darren didn’t waste any time bringing himself down on top of me. He was wide open and ready for me already, completely fucking relaxed even as tension sang through every muscle. Just a few slow strokes to get his positing right and suddenly he was pumping away like a crazy thing over me. I gasped, my breath already coming in pants. His hands pinned my shoulders down onto the couch, I didn't know whether it was because he was so fucking strong or because his pumping over me was robbing me of all my strength but he held me down.
Suddenly something hit my mouth. It hit so hard I thought Darren had grown another hand and punched me. I swear I could feel my mouth bruise. I opened my eyes and saw Darren’s inches away. He was kissing me so hard it still hurt. And that really didn’t matter. It hurt and it was good. I kissed him, back just as hard as I could, and all the time he rocked back and forth on top of me so fast and so hard I could feel him grunting with effort against my lips.
We were both panting now, but the kiss didn’t stop. I couldn’t catch my breath and I didn’t think I cared. My chest ached for air but my mouth was just forced deeper against his. We were both gasping desperately and making fucking weird noises in the backs of our throats, our lips pressed together fighting down screams and moans. I was kind of aware of my hands on his back, but I didn’t know whether I was scratching him up or trying to beat him off, everything seemed to burn down to the feel of him frenziedly pushing himself up and down on my cock.
I suddenly felt teeth on my lips and the taste of blood as he came against me. The pain as lost in the rush as his contracting muscles sent me over the edge as they always do - there’s something that just fires up inside of me as I feel him come with me inside him that sends me over the edge every time. I scream against his mouth and come inside him, my back bowing so fiercely I nearly knocked him off me.
The kiss finally brokw and I collapsed back against the couch, panting desperately and waiting for the spots to clear from my vision. Darren collapses on top of me, nearly robbing me of breath all over again. He gave me a soft lazy smile before his eyes fluttered closed.
I smiled back, but I was pretty fucking worried. He lay on top of me, relaxed, but tension still sang down his spine - even after sex and that was seriously fucking unlike him. And before he closed his eyes I had seen the fear that still lay in them.
I bit my lip and heard him whisper something softly, under his breath, too low for me to hear. Almost without thinking I called to one of the spirits lurking in my flat - the spirit of Conspiracy Theories.- a very good listener, but it’s imagination was waaay too big. Paranoid as fuck as well, but can‘t keep secrets. Not to be confused with the spirit of Conspiracy which is an evil big spirit, secretive as hell and fucking dangerous.
Darren’s word breezed up to me ear. “He is mine, he won’t leave me. Please gods, don’t let me lose him.”
Fuck. I closed my own eyes, in case Darren woke up and saw I was as afraid as he was.