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Kai's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and all Chandra could think was gods. His thumb stroked the man's jaw, eyes half-lidded with the sheer magnitude of his want, and in the moment he thought Kai had never looked prettier.

"Good boy."

In the haze of his own selfishness, Chandra smiled; at least for now, Kai was his. As he stuck own tongue out-- asking for more, it looked like-- it took no effort at all to lean in and curve his own tongue against Kai's before sucking it between his lips. He kissed him long, kissed him dirty, and kissed him with all the silent praise in the world. The hand on his jaw shifted to card through his hair, and not unlike the gentle strokes afforded to the most loyal pet in the world.

Chandra leaned back first, taking Kai with him to coax him to lean all his weight down. He weighed almost nothing, so it didn't matter at all; it was easy to slip his hands into Kai's back pockets, easy to press him flush against himself, and easy to spread his legs so Kai's would spread even wider.

His fingers slid inward, and the tips of them traced the seam between his ass.

"Kai," he purred, pressing another kiss to his lips before nuzzling the side of Kai's nose with the tip of his own. "I'm gonna fuck you, too.

"Gods, I really wanna fuck you."

For a moment, Kai was convinced they had somehow become submerged under water. Chandra's voice carried as though it were through waves and ripples of ocean, nor could he seem to find any air to take into his own lungs.

And yet, it was all okay, because Kai knew Chandra would take care of him.

Though, as he felt the spit land upon his tongue, Kai's brow furrowed and his eyelids finally parted to look upon the other. He didn't understand why Chan was grinning like that, but if it made him happy, then it couldn't be so bad, right?

Still wanting to be good for Chandra, despite the subdued reservations he had, he swallowed everything down. Hell, he even mindlessly went so far as to part his lips once more. As subtle as it was, it still showed enough of his tongue to demonstrate that he'd listened.

Despite any possible reservations or confusion he feels in his gut, Kai does really want to be good for Chandra.

He already began to feel overwhelmed by it all, but he wanted to give Chandra whatever he needed. He'd taken so much care of Kai since they'd been rescued from the facility. He'd gone above and beyond for Kai. He's the one who made sure he was never alone and never in pain.

Kai loved him so much.

So even if he wasn't certain, he knew he'd do anything he could for Chandra, no matter the cost.

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Anne Sexton, Transformations; from 'Rapunzel'

TEXT ID: Let me hold your heart like a flower lest it bloom and collapse. Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.

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Seeing Rohan lift both his arms and chirp out a very loud hello!, and Vincent's subsequent jump of both his shoulders, filled his chest with warmth.

"Yeah," Chandra agreed, teeth digging lightly into his lip to resist the big smile he could feel forming. "All of mine and all of yours."

And in that moment, calling Thomas his felt almost like a dirty secret. They weren't like that. They never needed that. And yet his fingers curled lightly into a fist, and his nails scratched the fabric of his trousers on his lap, as if that would offset the pleasure that curled in his stomach. Thomas'd been sleeping in his house, his bed, for quite some time now, eating and drinking and caring for his son. In India they would have been wed ages ago. At any rate it would have happened before Rohan became attached enough to call Thomas "dad" when he was sleepy.

"He was so strange when I met him," Chandra said then. "...lonely, though. But looking at how big the family is I suppose I understand that better now.

"You've been turned, yeah?" Though phrased as a question, Chandra already knew the answer. The drink Jerome had been sipping at was hardly the human staple. "How'd you know you wanted this forever?"

Chandra's whole life was but a piece in the eternal samsara. The thought of anything lasting long enough for an eternity was dizzying.

"You must've known, right? To become like Gavin? Doesn't strike me as a reversible condition."

Jerome tapped his glass with a pointed nail thoughtfully. ❝Now that is the question, isn't ?❞ The vampire held up a finger for every son he listed. ❝Anton, Vincent, Sebastian, Thomas ...❞ He shook his head and allowed his hand to fall against his thigh. ❝... Justin, as well. I wonder if Dr. Shepard has any more information about this marvel.❞

His golden eyes drifted over to the assembled members of the Shepard family. For a moment, he looked at Thomas, so surprisingly sure and happy — but then Jerome's gaze moved to Vincent. He always wondered how the emotional wounds inflicted by the younger twins' absence had affected his husband.

❝This is the first time of significance,❞ Jerome replied, voice suddenly much softer. ❝He departed as soon as he could enlist and was back very minimally after. The time between those visits grew longer and longer, as those things do. Inevitably, he stopped appearing at all. It has been ... many, many years. Hopefully, that makes all of our awe at his appearance — with you and your son, nonetheless — more understandable.❞ Jerome took a long drink. ❝Now, if Justin were to show, Momma Shepard may perish of shock. Thomas is the only individual who has seen Justin since they were eighteen. Even I don't know the details of that ... if you can believe that my knowledge has limitations.❞

Thomas moved closer to Vincent. He let go of Rohan's leg just long enough to point to the boy, as if to introduce the two, and Jerome almost laughed at both of the Shepard sons' awkward sincerity. ❝I do believe our worlds have just crossed, Mr. Joshi.❞

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"Do it again, please?"

Melissa's voice was soft and pleading, highlighted by eyes which were almost doe-like as they gazed up at Chandra. The witch was no innocent, powerless prey - the blood flowing within her was ancient and imbued with many talents, and there were numerous ways to flee her predicament.

She just didn't want to - there was such delight in surrendering control and have her beloved inflict sweet torture to her pliable body like that.

Not a day went by without a prayer of thanks to Hecate, for allowing mere mortals to fulfill their destiny and place Chandra on Melissa's path. The parent and teacher conference they had met at seemed far away now - only firm confidence in the designs of those beyond the earthly realm remained.

The witch convulsioned under his ministrations again - head lolled back, lips parted and her nails dug into the mattress, melodic voice sounding in the room as a scream. It could have led one to believe it was punishment by sound alone - but the look on Melissa's face contested it, particularly when she moaned at the end and traced his face fondly as Chandra hovered above her.

"I am so close, mon chéri," the brunette uttered in a breathless fashion, absolutely taken with the view provided by her lover: Melissa would gladly die for Chandra, and no other honor would surpass that.

— from @stingslikeabee, unprompted.

Chandra used to wonder if Melissa had even an inkling of what this did to him. Was she aware of how much of his headspace she took like this, writhing and moaning under the weight of his ministrations? Did she know that for every squeeze he gave around her heart his mind flared with the light of her reactions?

She trembled so prettily, breathed so needily, shuddered and threw her head back and whined, and Chandra hadn't even gotten her clothes off (he wanted her sweat seeping into her clothes, her cum splattered in her panties). The hand on her neck was there only to offer some physical connection, but it wasn't here that Chandra was applying his pressure. He thickened the walls of the alveoli in her lungs, keeping her body from absorbing the oxygen it needed; he pressed invisible fingers into her kidneys, keeping them compressed; he made her heart throb, and beat, and stop altogether for a split-second just to make her dizzy.

And then he stopped to give her relief, then started again.

But all the while Chandra's hand never left, and his gaze was steadfast as he felt Melissa's pulse flutter furiously beneath his touch. "I've got you."

Once again, he deprived her of comfort. Once again, he sensed the struggle as her blood deoxygenated and her lungs seemed to shrivel into themselves. But in the middle of all of it he sensed the line of her womb, mapping the gore and guts of her most intimate places in the back of his mind, and pressed at the muscles of her cervix as if he were trying to force it open.

Another squeeze around Melissa's heart stopped it from beating, and-- drunk on the physiological struggles of a body so close to death-- Chandra sighed as her brain lit up in instinctive panic.

Covered cock pressed to her hip, Chandra kissed Melissa's temple. It was thick with arousal now, twitching where it was confined.

"Come on," he whispered, slicing the flesh of her thighs with medical precision. Blood beaded and pooled out, all warm and spidery in the lines that danced down Melissa's flesh. "Let go. For me."

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It wasn't fair for Thomas to be like this-- so drunk on pleasure he lost his own sense of physicality, so fucking cute all the while. The muscle in Chandra's jaw relaxed, lips parting wider as he accepted all Thomas had to give when he slipped, and as a treat he allowed himself to swallow. Precarious though Thomas' position was, the vampire felt everything so thoroughly Chandra wanted him to shiver whilst utterly helpless. Then, and only then, did he bother to bring his hands up to steady his body and move him as desired.

The pop of his mouth as he allowed Thomas' cock to fall from it was obscene, as were the warm huffs of breath that Chandra trailed towards the crease between his groin and thigh.

"Oh, you smell good." Barely any effort and Thomas' back was flat on the surface, edges of random documents crumpling beneath him. Chandra almost wished he got warm enough to sweat-- if his papers smelled as viscerally as Thomas did, maybe he'd spend more time here. "And your cock..."

Both of Thomas' legs were a good weight on Chandra's shoulders, almost offering a guide for his head to move between. Hands on Thomas' waist, Chandra pushed him higher up his desk until he could comfortably smooth his palms along Thomas' back. He lifted his hips, leaned his cheek against the side of Thomas' dick, and as he nuzzled him shamelessly dragged spit and pre-cum over his flushed skin and the neat trim of his beard.

It was affection. It was worship.

Chandra kissed and licked up to the tip, one hand leaving its twin to hold Thomas' erection steady. His tongue delved into the slit, around the head and beneath the crown, and only when Thomas was more relaxed to the touch did he kiss all the way to the base. This way, Thomas' torso made a perfect little incline, dick at the highest point and shoulders to the desk, and Chandra looked down at him in awe as he sucked on the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock.

And sucked lower, still, until he was pushing his tongue against his perineum.

The kiss Chandra pressed after was firm. One hand curved around Thomas' dick both to stroke him and to make sure it was lifted out of the way of his own gaze. "Taari bhosadi..."

Your pussy.

For a second, all he could do was stare at the expanse of flesh before him. But then, emboldened, Chandra's lips dropped lower until he could lick the pucker of his hole.

Thomas' eyes widened as Chandra hooked his leg up. The vampire couldn't believe how such a simple move changed everything. Another moan left him. It took every bit of will that Thomas possessed not to rip the fabric out of his mouth and gush to Chandra about how incredible this was. Perhaps, one day, he would stop being such a starry - eyed newbie about the whole thing — but, fuck, it was not today.

The drool pooling beneath his bottom lip began to stream lazily downwards, forming connecting lines of bright spit to his heaving chest. Thomas lifted his hands to swipe vainly at them, suddenly self - conscious about just how much was there. In doing so, he blindly removed the palm that had he used to help to keep him steady against the furniture. Thomas' waist slipped lower, and he yelped through his homemade gag. Deeper into Chandra he went, deeper into the desk, deeper into the storm of physical and mental stimuli threatening to devastate him.

Pitifully, Thomas corrected his lack of support by digging his nails into the wood. The creature's other hand moved to Chandra's desk. His fingers pressed together, and Thomas patted the top of it. Once, twice, three times came his insistent motion. It didn't matter that there were still files scattered across the piece — Thomas was begging his lover to be moved fully to the desk ( on his back, preferably ). Thomas just didn't trust his ability to keep himself upright like this ... nor his own damn mouth if he were to spit out the fabric in order to ask properly.

With his red eyes shining feverishly, Thomas whined, high - pitched and piercing. Let me move, he seemed to say, but keep it so I can watch you suck on it, and get me off like you're real good at, and then do whatever you fucking want while I'm laid out like that, and ...

Thomas' trembling fingers drifted from the desk to Chandra's hair. He felt insane : torn between the desire to scream about how much he desired the man in front of him and also to laugh at his own ridiculousness. Thomas' lack of experience made every moment of intimacy he shared with Chandra feel like a first time ; Thomas was practically drunk on the pleasure of it all.

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"Babe." Chandra's head dropped for the sake of dramatic effect, looking into Thomas' crimson eyes with enough widening to raise the tension of Connie's expectation. "From your stash? Are you sure--"

But before he could say any more, there were Connie's little hands, and he was letting his head snap a little quicker to meet his daughter's big, red eyes. He could never resist Thomas when he looked at him in pleading, and despite the much more innocent connotation here, he found that Connie resembled her dad in the worst way now that it took everything to keep his expression schooled into one of calm.

He took in a breath, eyes shutting as he pretended to contemplate the toughest decision on the planet, and then lifted his hand from Thomas' hair. Where their fingers were still joined, he swept his thumb over Thomas' knuckles absently.

Chandra's pinky curled up. "You make me a pinky promise right now that you'll floss after you brush, and you can have that Oreo.

"I'll promise to floss, too." It was one of the only things Chandra hated to do, as far as self-care went, and everyone knew it. The family dentist often shook her head sadly at him whilst Rohan smiled craftily around his lollipop. "You can ask Dad in the morning if I did it right, or else we're having cake for breakfast."

And when at last the promise was made, Chandra watched their little girl go with an openly gentle expression. He looked away only when she was gone, gazing at the man on his lap instead, and tipped Thomas' chin up so he could bend and kiss him, post-puke mouth and all.

"You know I'll wake you later to make you eat something," Chandra murmured against his lips, "even if it's just soup. Right?"

Thomas blew out a breath when Chandra laid him down. He smiled and murmured ❝hello❞ as his lover settled into place. The vampire's lashes fluttered shut. Chandra's knuckles were so sweet across his cheek. Thomas squeezed their entwined fingers. Chandra's warmth and scent continued to soothe him — and his peace ( combined with his now - empty stomach ) calmed their unborn child.

Connie straightened her back and puffed out her chest. Her bapu's praise meant a good deal to her, particularly since it involved the care of someone as precious as Dad. The girl grinned, exposing her sharp teeth.

❝Payment ?❞ Thomas opened his eyes and looked up at Chandra. He repeated the question to himself — cookies or ice cream — with the knowledge that every mention made Connie bounce higher on her toes in excitement. ❝I say we let her have her favorite, hm ? with how good she's been ? Dad's stash of chocolate - covered Oreos with the sprinkles are in the lower cupboard ... the one she is tall enough to reach.❞

He chuckled as Connie gave up. Unable to stand still any longer at the potential of sharing in such a prized treat, she moved closer. One little hand touched Dad's chest, the other her bapu's knee, and she stared at Chandra with the largest, wettest red eyes that she could muster.

Thomas turned his head. His free fingers reached up and dragged the girl close enough to kiss her cheek. The rough, graying whiskers on his chin made her shriek. ❝How about it, Chandra ?❞ Thomas asked. Connie pulled away, giggling, and returned to her act of begging. ❝She can bring them in here for you two ... her sister wouldn't be fond of 'em right now.❞

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I don’t have a substance abuse problem I’m actually pretty good at it

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Coralie passed her coat to Chandra with a sincere thank you. She kissed each of his cheeks in greeting. When she was finished, a hand still rose to pat the left one -- and she almost laughed out loud at herself. What a grandmother she had become, truly. Coralie then removed her heels, pulled a pair of comfortable slippers from the pair of bags on her forearm, and put the set on before she headed for the kitchen.

"Thomas has the children out ?" she asked ( knowing the answer ). "You should call him and tell him to hurry home, Chandra. Sunday is for the family. I will have no arguments from him." It amazed Coralie how fond and how familiar she sounded -- in spite of only knowing the Shepards for two years. Sebastian would say she fit right in.

"I brought the ingredients for my favorite type of chocolate tart," she continued, blue eyes sparkling. "... but, first. Have you ate ? We can make a dish for lunch if needed. I have nothing scheduled for the day." By that, of course, she meant that Chandra also now did not. Coralie's hands went to her hips, and she looked up at him with a broad smile.

— from @toyourdream ( coralie ), unprompted.

Chandra laughed, shaking his head. "No," came his easy answer, "but I figured you'd want to make lunch, so I thought to wait for you, anyway.

"I prepared everything you mentioned last time..."

And, indeed, all the ingredients Coralie had said he could prepare (as opposed to her taking them, herself-- something Chandra could respect) were laid out on the kitchen island. There were a whole myriad of utensils on the stove and counter, too.

Mostly, Chandra didn't want Coralie to feel she had to go through their cupboards to get everything she needed.

He offered her an apron-- as cute as the one he was wearing, if not cuter. Rohan had bought him the dark blue apron Chandra wore now: there was a big bear at the top and three little ones below, all drawn in light grey. PAPA, read the first bear's label, and predictably all the little ones were labelled with the children's names from oldest to youngest. Cora's apron was not quite so personalised, but Rohan and Connie had made an effort to get one that kept the woodland creature theme intact, boasting a pink colour with bunnies and flowers.

"This is from the kids," he said. "For their Great-Nani.

"Thomas'll be home with them soon, I promise. They wouldn't pass on having fresh pastries-- not our little stinkers." In fact, he could remember Rohan yammering on about it to his dad as Chandra saw them off: you're gonna have to keep me from speeding, Dad, 'cause the tarts'll freakin' call to me as soon as they're ready, I know it.

"They just had a couple of errands to run, that's all."

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Himesh Patel as Jeevan Chaudhary Station Eleven | 1.01 “Wheel of Fire”

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[ @ultrasonicscream ]

Bari Wood, Twins

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When finally he was done in the kitchen and made his way back to the living room, Chandra found himself softening instantly at Thomas' silent invitation. Back before all this, before Connie had even been home with them, Rohan called him out on it: how your face changes when you look at Thomas, bapu. Even Vincent's damned husband seemed to have recognised something in him before Chandra himself was aware of what was happening.

But approaching Thomas where he lay felt right, as did the delicate way he manoeuvred the vampire's shoulders to lift him and take the pillow away. Laying Thomas atop his lap, Chandra took comfort in the physicality of it all. The backs of his knuckles stroked the man's cheek, then drifted a little lower to loosely twine their fingers together.

"I see you've been well taken care of," he said, eyes roving over the neatly lain blanket. The bump of their little Cell was clear with Thomas lying down like this, and the sight of it made Chandra's heart flutter. They chose to have her together... God, it didn't get any more domestic than that, did it?

His free hand played with Thomas' hair again, needy for any sort of stimulation. "You're getting too good at this nurse thing, Con.

"Your dad and I are gonna have to start paying you at this rate." Chandra chuckled, looking down at Thomas' terribly handsome face. "What do you think, babe? Do we pay in cookies or ice cream?"

Little Connie's face lit up at her bapu's praise. She nodded eagerly, fingers switching from Thomas' stomach to his hand. Above her, the vampire quietly laughed. It wasn't lost on her that he sounded so tired — having the baby in there must be really hard work, she thought once again ( in the unknowing, simple way children saw the world ). The girl tugged on Thomas' larger digits insistently.

With a fond pat to Chandra's thigh, Thomas followed after Connie. He allowed their daughter to lead him to the sofa, where she ordered that he lay down on it. ❝Bapu said you gotta take a break, Dad,❞ she said, quite seriously. ❝I'm your nurse, and I say so, too.❞

Thomas grinned toothily. He accepted her command without complaint, though — he really was spent after that. The vampire laid down on the cushions. Suddenly, Connie appeared with a pillow for his head and blanket for his lower half. Thomas had to resist the urge to laugh again at the realization that she was tucking him in. His red eyes watched her cover his body, up to the top of his stomach. It occurred to him that with his favorite too - big shirts pressed down over his belly that he really did look pregnant now. There was something sweet and fucking terrifying about that.

❝Alright, doll,❞ Thomas said softly, tucking her hair back. ❝— alright. Dad's resting, which means your sister's calming down. See ? You helped me so much.❞

When Chandra next appeared, Thomas would awkwardly motion to his head — asking his lover to remove the pillow and offer up his lap instead. He just wanted to be close to Chandra while he fought the dreaded nausea that seemed to haunt all of his days.

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As Thomas leaned into him, Chandra had to fight the urge to turn boneless. It was almost like clockwork, at this point-- nothing soothed him quite like Thomas' presence, and the clear physical attachment meant he could melt into nothing just like this.

He didn't, of course. But he did press another kiss to Thomas' greying hair and pretended he didn't feel the bizarre urge to bite it.

His chin landed atop Thomas' head, an arm looping loosely around his shoulders. Below, Connie was giving gentle rubs to the swell of Thomas' stomach, gently chiding her sister with "there's a lot of food out there, I understand-- but it hurts Dad when you puke, you know". Undoubtedly, if Rohan were here instead of cramming for a test in his room upstairs, he'd be barrelling into them just to be included.

Chandra pressed another kiss to Thomas' temple. "Why don't you two take a break in the living room while I clean up?"

His free hand dropped, lightly ruffling Connie's hair in clear affection. Chandra looked down at her from where he'd dropped his chin unceremoniously onto Thomas' shoulder.

"I'll even let you sleep a little later tonight, since you're taking such good care of Dad." He winked. "As long as you brush your teeth and go to bed as soon as I say."

Thomas bit back another affectionate grumble toward Chandra. He nodded and leaned forward. Shaking fingers turned on the faucet just long for him to get a mouthful of cold water, swish it around in his mouth, and spit it back out. Thomas rose slowly. The vampire's nails scraped the rest of his hair out of his face.

❝Thank you, doll,❞ Thomas said softly. He accepted the cup of water from their daughter with a smile. As he straightened, he made sure to angle his body toward Chandra. In this state, he felt safest with his weight distributed between the edge of the sink and his lover's torso. It certainly didn't hurt that Chandra's warmth and the familiarity of his scent soothed Thomas, as well.

The creature swallowed two large gulps. Thomas grimaced at the taste that moved down his throat. He patted the top of Connie's hair gently. She giggled and stepped forward. Connie pressed herself into the side of her father's stomach. A hand touched Thomas' belly — which was still small enough to be hidden by his comfortable, oversized t - shirt.

❝I'm alright,❞ Thomas added. Albeit, his voice was far weaker and strained than he would have liked. Thomas' palm fell to Chandra's thigh, where it squeezed. ❝Your new sister is ... learning what foods she likes.❞ As he spoke, he turned his head and rested it against Chandra's chest to the best of his ability. ❝You are a very good nurse, Miss Connie.❞

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Thomas looked at his bandaged forearm. There was another section like it on each of his legs. Twice now in the past three weeks he peeled up his own skin in the shower, hollow and seemingly unsure of what he was doing. Both times, Chandra was kind enough to care for him -- and that only made Thomas feel worse.

Earlier, while he sat on the closed toilet lid for Chandra to dry his hair, Thomas had become aware of a terrible hardness in his stomach. He suspected then he couldn't sleep with it, but the vampire laid down all the same. Hours later, Thomas stared at the wall, trembling. His normally sluggish heart was racing. Every sense relayed the same message : the heat was too much, the sound of his breathing was too much, the smell of the shampoo that was never fully washed out was too much. It all hurt. Thomas sniffed, and fresh tears rolled down the bridge of his nose. When did he start crying --?

It occurred to him distantly that he was starting to have a panic attack. A real, proper one. The sort he hadn't suffered since his Momma enrolled him in therapy as a boy. Thomas pulled his body up blindly. Broken growls issued from him between the short, wheezing breaths. He could only hope that Chandra wouldn't try to comfort him. Rome was sitting so heavily in him ; at any point, Thomas felt that it would claw its way up his throat.

— from @splitfangs, unprompted.

What horrible timing it was, to realise he loved Thomas at the man's lowest. The truth of it swirled in his gut as well as his head, leaving him all too aware of the fact Thomas was sleeping in his guest room tonight. He'd done everything he could not to pay attention to him, but old habits died hard, and the massive revelation of his affection made him miss Thomas in his bed so much he was going to be sick with it.

He was, already, sick with it.

Whatever happened in Rome had hurt him. Chandra noticed it as soon as Thomas showed up at his door. But they weren't the kind of people who talked about these things, and what peace they achieved together (or what passion) was never extrapolated to be more than that.

Thomas wasn't Chandra's to know intimately.

But with his eyes shut, all Chandra could sense was the furious beating of Thomas' heart and the shuddering of his lungs. Without Rohan around-- he was sleeping over at a friend's place-- Thomas was a beacon of stimuli. Thomas was crying. Thomas was wheezing. Thomas' muscles were taut, and Chandra dug his nails so deep into his own bicep it left crescents in its wake.

It's none of your business. You've never had to ask about his other trips before. You'll invade his privacy, you'll be too much--

There was only so much of this Chandra could take. I love him, and he's in pain.

"Thomas." Maybe he would hear him, and the softness of the plea wrapped around each syllable. Chandra swallowed.

"You don't have to be alone."

He didn't share the same hearing Thomas did, but Chandra'd already memorised what his name felt like on Thomas' lips. If Thomas said it, he would know.

"Let me in. Please."

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Thomas made it just in time. His half - eaten snack was thrown onto the counter as he threw up into the kitchen sink. Once he was finished ( or perhaps too exhausted to bring up more ), Thomas lowered his torso. He rocked back and buried his sweaty forehead in the bend of his elbow. The strange mixture of raw ground beef and whipped cream -- presently, his favorite craving -- that had been abandoned in his bowl on the counter still smelled heavenly, but he knew better than to reach for it.

The vampire groaned. He heard Connie behind him, asking her bapu if her dad was alright. Thomas wanted to reply to the girl, to assure her that it was simply a part of her sister growing big and strong in their father ; however, he didn't have it in him then.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, the light - headed creature raised his eyes again. He coughed and spit into the sink. "Whoever named it morning sickness obviously never had a baby. It's fucking six at night." Thomas laughed hoarsely, lips curving in a half - hearted smile. "You better know how much I love ya, Chandra, after all this."

— from @splitfangs ( thomas ), unprompted.

Reassuring Connie that Dad was going to be okay was simple, even if her big eyes continued to hold that look of concern. He could understand the helplessness-- back when he'd been alone and Rohan was only a few weeks old, everything made him feel that way. So when he suggested she fill a cup of water for Dad, it came to no surprise that she was bolstered by the potential for usefulness. Chandra kissed the top of Connie's head before she went to do as she was told, two hands holding the cup carefully on her way to the water dispenser.

On his end, his hand never left Thomas' back, stroking it in an attempt to soothe him as he threw his food back up. The vampire's flesh was often cool, but this was a specific sort of clammy. Chandra shouldn't enjoy it, but with how capable Thomas was, it was nice to be able to take care of him without having to fight him for it first. Rohan's mother had been worse off than Thomas in a lot of ways, the drug habit notwithstanding; it made anything Thomas did feel like easy mode in comparison.

Chandra didn't say this, of course. Instead, pushing some of Thomas' hair away from his face, he bent to kiss his temple.

"I love you too," he said. Connie's bare feet pattered over to offer the cup of water, an "I love you too, Dad!" coming out along the way.

"Connie got you some water, babe." Chandra's fingers carded through Thomas' hair, blunt nails absently brushing against his scalp. "You should drink at least a little after all that."

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Chandra felt the tremors in Kai's chest as he moaned, and the sensation was so strikingly physical he shivered in turn. The hand on his waist lifted, guiding Kai's arms to wrap around him, and when he felt they were adequately connected Chandra didn't hesitate to curve his hand over ass.

There was touch and there was melding together, and Chandra craved the latter. He pulled Kai towards himself, shameless, until their bodies were one. Here, Chandra made it so Kai's awareness would be full of him: if not the hands on his body, then the tongue defiling his mouth. If not the movement of his lips, then the mingling of their heartbeats.

Already, the irritation Chandra felt earlier was melting away. Kai was pretty and pliant, and so good that Chandra tasted the inside of his mouth in pleasure until he remembered they had to breathe.

(How much could Kai reciprocate like this, so clearly inexperienced? Did it even matter when Chandra just wanted something warm fo stick his dick in?)

"Keep your mouth open," Chandra murmured, and whether Kai listened or not was irrelevant with the thumb that pushed down Kai's lip to coax him agape.

Chandra spit onto his tongue and shivered at the sight: so wanton, so fucking dirty. Then he grinned, lazy and slow.

"Swallow," he murmured, holding Kai's jaw, "and I'll touch you more."

Come on. Come on, show me you want it.

Kai never thought he could feel like he's floating this much. The high was a good one already, but Chandra's lips and tongue exploring him created an additional euphoria he never thought possible. Kai had never kissed before, let alone in a way like this, and it was the most wonderful feeling. He'd never felt so wanted, and to feel it from the object of his desire made his heart sing.

If he'd been less numbed from the drugs coursing through his veins, he'd be worried that he was too inexperienced for Chandra to enjoy this.

Granted, if he was more sober, he might have been more resistant because he'd be worried about how Ishani would feel about this.

But the hands held onto him and he felt himself drift further and further into the sweet bliss clouding his mind, he moaned softly and his fingers curled into Chandra's shirt delicately. A part of him, deep and buried with the pain of everything they'd gone through to get them to this point, knew he should stop, but he couldn't bring himself to.

It was all too soon and too sudden and too much already, but he wanted Chandra so badly. He wanted to be good for Chandra. He was always so good to him, this is the least he can do, right?

[hyperstimuli]

In the grand scheme of things, whether Kai thought it was nice or not didn't really matter. Chandra would have kept kissing him anyway, fuelled by a desire for touch that was abruptly denied only moments earlier.

It was nice, though, feeling Kai return the gesture. And as skinny as he was (as they all were at this point), Chandra didn't find it difficult at all to draw Kai's pliant body onto his lap. Something about murmuring for him to "come here" seemed to turn Kai into an obedient little puppy-- more than just the drugs would inspire, even, which was the most surprising thing of all.

Chandra kissed his neck, lips pressed to where Kai's pulse was beating beneath his skin. He kissed his jaw and the underside of his chin. Then, tongue peeking out, he drew a stripe towards his mouth that ended with a generous suck to his bottom lip.

His hands slid up and down Kai's sides, feeling both how small his waist was and how prominent his ribs were turning. Somewhere in his chase for pleasure Chandra thought he ought to feed him more, but in the moment all he could offer was his tongue. As soon as it met Kai's sparks of heat lit up the fog in his head; any attempts at responsibility were thus thrown out the window.

"Mm..."

A hand settled on the back of Kai's neck to hold him steady. The other curved over his waist and squeezed. Determined to claim what Ishani had refused him, Chandra kissed Kai slowly but hungrily, desperate for their spit to mingle.

These sort of tender, affectionate touches were something Kai couldn't say he'd ever had before. Though, they were more than welcome. Chandra was always a comfort in and of himself, but to feel such a delicate touch made Kai close his eyes once more and sink into him. He didn't get why Chan was doing this, but lord did he hope the man would do this more often.

By the time Chandra's lips were upon his own, he was already on the brink of sleep once more. However, as they lingered, Kai began to come too once more.

His brow furrowed slightly, but- given the fact he'd had a silent crush on the man kissing him for some time- he'd begun to reciprocate to the best of his ability. Ishani's existence slipped his mind all together for a moment, just grateful to feel such a gentle kiss from the recipient of his secret affections.

As Chan pulled back and questioned him, the subtle glimmer curiosity didn't leave his eyes as he forced himself to meet Chandra's gaze.

Though, he also nodded in agreement.

Still, Kai couldn't help but wonder why all of a sudden Chandra was kissing him.