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Diederik x Julian

“You really should go.”

All Dirk got in response was a grumble from across the shared office space, his partner making it obvious he was trying to give as little attention to the subject as possible by feigning interest towards whatever was on his monitor.  Failing, of course, but trying nonetheless.

It was his sister Scarlett’s wedding the next day.  She’d obviously invited her brother to come, family event and all, but the man’s disdain for crowds immediately had him making some excuse about a case they were working on being why he couldn’t go.  Which, Dirk knew was bullshit, since they’d been case free the entire week - he would know, his visions usually heralded any incoming ones after all.

“It’s your littlest sister.  If anything, just go for a little bit, say hi to your family, and then leave.  You know she’d appreciate it.”

“It’s in New York.  I have to literally fly there, and there’s no dipping in quickly, especially with my family.”

Dirk let out another sigh through his nose, standing up from his chair to move over to the other side of the room.  Plopping himself down on the edge of the other man’s desk, crossed arms idly tapped their fingers along his legs as he thought for a moment.

“Hotel rooms do exist for a reason.”  Another grunt of a grumble from the older man, Dirk looking over towards the man’s computer monitor then just in time to see the other switching tabs from a flight reservation sight.  With their incomes, a last minute plane ticket wouldn’t dent either of their bank accounts, so all that needed to really be done was the persuading to go in the first place part.

“What if I came along?”  While he wasn’t looking directly at Jules - off to the side as per usual - it was obvious the man had looked towards him with a surprised expression.

“You’d come?”  A simple nod from the younger man then.  “Why?”

Dirk shrugged his shoulders lightly then.  “If it gets you to go, that’s good enough reason.  Though, I do imagine your family is curious about your awkward partner you panicked over the last time you saw them.”  That text he’d sent was still burned into the back of his brain, plus the ensuing panicked call from his partner moments later.

Not his proudest moment.

“I didn’t panic.”

“Mmmhm.”

“Fine, we’ll go.”

It was Dirk’s turn to shoot the man a side glance of surprise, eyes turning to the monitor once more to see his partner change the quantity of tickets he was purchasing from one to two.  “I’ll pay you b-”

“Nope.  My family, my event, I’m paying.”

Letting out a small sigh of defeat - he knew by this point it wasn’t worth trying to fight the older man over something like that - Dirk jumped back up into a standing position, walking over to their printer to grab the tickets that were now appearing from it.  Great, late flight that night.  At least it wouldn’t be a terribly long one.

“But I made a reservation!”

Dirk could feel the older man’s rage levels rising by the second.  Apparently the hotel that’d been a part of their packaged booking no longer had the room they’d reserved available, leaving them only the option of one with a single, King sized bed.  Without hesitation, Dirk placed a hand on the other’s lower-mid back, gaining his attention for a moment and purposefully making eye contact as to try and transfer a sense of calm to Jules.

“It’s alright.”  His tones were soothing as he watched the older man take in a slower breath, knowing his emotions were transferring as desired before he finally broke the connection and looked back towards the woman behind the check-in desk.  “Thank you for the help, we’ll be fine.”

Taking the key cards from the woman who seemed overly relieved that she wasn’t going to be yelled at, Dirk practically dragged the older man over to the elevator.  While he didn’t say anything, he let his silence inadvertently berate his partner.  It wasn’t the first time in their partnership that he’d had to subdue the man’s temper in public, and he didn’t doubt it’d be the last.

Given it was already past midnight by the time they finally stepped into their room, the pair took turns in the bathroom getting ready for bed before the discussion of said bed came around.

“I can take the c-”

“Nope.”

Dirk let out a small huff of a laugh through his nose.  He knew that was coming, but it didn’t stop the man from finding entertainment in it.  It was just how his partner was, always caring about those close to him no matter how much he said else wise.

“Alright.”  No argument or compromising needed, Dirk taking his side of the bed and the other man taking his.  It wasn’t like they hadn’t slept in the same bed before, despite it being on accident the time previous.  The vision he’d had that day had been so long and so intense that he couldn’t even think of protesting the other taking away his symptoms afterwards.

All he remembered was waking up in the middle of the night, opening his eyes to find the other’s face right in front of his, foreheads touching and the other’s arm loosely clasping his neck.  It’d taken a few more minutes to figure everything out as his partner groggily woke up as well, but apparently Jules had brought his damn near passed out self to the bed when they’d gotten back to the other’s apartment, and as he usually tried to do, had gone about taking as much of the pain away as he possibly could.  Once they’d both reached an equilibrium of pain between them, they’d both passed out, and that was how they’d inadvertently slept in the same bed the first time.

Such memories came back once more as Dirk found himself waking up in the middle of the night, blinking a few times as he realized said memories were practically his reality once again.  The feel of the other’s hand sleepily brushing his chin had been what’d woken him up, a faint smile dusting Dirk’s lips before realization took over.

Jules, as much as he refuted it, loved his family, and wouldn’t purposely miss something as important as a wedding because of there being a group of people.  That meant there was another reason for the man’s excuse, Dirk letting out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

Him, it was him.  Jules had wanted to stay in Chicago to make sure he didn’t deal with a vision on his own, especially given he hadn’t had one in over a week - a huge oddity since the start of their partnership.  There was always at least one vision a week, if not multiples given the crime rate in a city as large as Chicago, and the older man didn’t want to risk leaving when the chance of one was overly high.

Dirk’s smile promptly returned to his lips, bringing a hand up from under the blanket he was nestled beneath to gently grasp the one that’d brushed his cheek.  Without waking entirely, Jules let out a small grunt of sorts, the grip on his hand tightening slightly before the other fell back into a deep sleep.

He really did luck out in getting an amazing partner.

Walking down one of the hallways at the wedding venue in New York the next day, Dirk briefly let a wave of telekinetic power brush over the space near him, only to get met with an invisible smack in the arm.  Not his fault he was making sure his invisible partner hadn’t gone running for the hills!  They’d come up with the plan they were about to execute in surprising his sister, but given the other’s flighty tendencies when invisible, he felt compelled to check he was still there.

Eventually coming to a door decorated with white and labelled as the bride’s dressing room, the younger man raised his hand to gently knock on the treated wood, giving the older woman who opened it a gentle smile in return to her confusion.  “Can I help you?”

“I actually have a delivery, for the bride,” he said to the person he recognized as Jules’ mother through photos he’d seen, getting prompted to enter the room, but waiting a few seconds to ensure his invisible partner entered first before doing so himself.  As he got confused glances from the bridal party that were looking for some sort of package he presumed, only the sound of a loud gasp from Beatrice that caused everyone to jump a little broke the silence as his partner materialized behind where the bride was standing.

“Julian Emil Roderick!  You brat!”

Immediately the woman decked out in white spun in place, her face promptly lighting up at the sight of her brother before her arms flew out to pull him into what Dirk could only assume was a damn near bone crushing hug given the grunt pushed from the older man’s lungs.  “Oh my god, Jules!  You made it!”  Scarlett squeaked out, only to pull away and smack him playfully across the chest while making obvious eye contact.  “You jerk, sneaking up on all of us like that!”

Before the conversation could get any further, one of the man’s other sister’s looked his way, realization lighting up her face as she looked Dirk over.  “Oh, and this ‘delivery man’ is your partner, isn’t he?”  While he wasn’t sure if the other’s family had ever seen pictures of him, it wasn’t hard to deduce that the one person Jules would be fine with using his powers around outside of family would be the partner he’d fretted over so much the last time he’d come home.

All Dirk did was simply nod, only to suddenly be inundated with a train of his partner’s family members taking their turns introducing themselves and giving him tight, warm hugs.  Honestly, it made him miss his own family, but now wasn’t a time to let his thoughts go in that direction.

Soon after they were ushered from the room, eventually making it to the groom’s dressing area where the older man’s brothers were getting ready as well.  Another round of greetings and hugs later, and the partners were headed out into the hall to seat themselves near the front.

The ceremony was beautiful, and even with having just met the other’s family only briefly before hand, Dirk definitely felt at ease despite being around so many people.  It was obvious the two at the front of the church loved each other greatly as their vows were spoken, especially when he felt a hand intertwine with his own and hold on tightly.

Looking down to his hand, then up at his partner that was holding it, he promptly realized the man had made eye contact with the bride and undoubtedly was awash with emotions of love and happiness.  Chuckling mentally, Dirk simply left his hand clasped with the other’s and looked back towards the front of the church until the older man realized what he’d been doing and pulled away from the connection.

When the reception finally came along, Dirk watched in amusement as Jules was practically stuck on the dance floor with his siblings for a good hour straight, having at least three dances with the bride and a few others with his sisters, mother, and other more distant relatives.

Of course when he was finally allowed to retreat, Dirk wasn’t able to even get a word out when Jules sat next to him as his hand was getting nabbed up by the bride so he could be drug to the dance floor next.  He could practically feel his partner’s smug little smile looking into his back, giving the woman one of his smaller, more practiced smiles once they came to a halt among the crowd of people dancing about.

“So,” the woman started as they took up their dancing positions - Dirk was honestly surprised at his lack of anxiety from the sheer amount of skin to skin contact he’d had thus far that day - moving a few steps before she continued.  “You deal with my bratty brother daily and haven’t gone insane yet.  Is that maybe your ‘specialty’, iron clad sanity?”

Dirk immediately let out a small incredulous huff, taking the opportunity to spin the woman before they continued along in the dance, shaking his head.  “No, but I wouldn’t need it.  Jules is an amazing partner.”  A look of pure shock took over the woman’s face then, the man shrugging slightly.  “We balance each other out well.  He helps me with my...specialties, perfectly if I may say so, and I level him out and respect his specialties.  It’s not a hard arrangement to figure out.”  He’d quickly figured out ‘specialty’ meant ‘powers’ given they were in the middle of a crowded dance floor and all.

“Wow,” Scarlett muttered, Dirk giving a mildly confused look in return.  “No wonder my brother speaks so highly of you, you’re pretty much perfect for him.”  That had another lightly amused huff leaving the man’s nose as he looked over towards where his partner was sitting, watching as the man playfully punched one of his brother’s in the arm.

“Aww, and you even have a special smile for him!”

Dirk’s attention promptly snapped back to the one he was dancing with, a more serious look of confusion on his face then that apparently asked what she was talking about.  “The smiles you’ve given everyone all day so far have all seemed practiced, but when you smiled while looking at my brother, it seemed real, heartfelt.”

While he didn’t realize it, a light blush light up the man’s cheeks.  He hadn’t realized he apparently had a ‘Jules Smile’, especially when Cam always joked that his partner had a ‘Dirk Smile’.  “Well, I’m incredibly glad to have him as a partner, to even just have him in my life.  It’s been a while since I’ve had someone to rely on like I do him.”

Without warning, the woman brought him into a similarly bone crushing hug that his partner had been plagued with earlier, letting out a small gasp when he was released only to have his hand tugged as the woman zipped them back to where the older man was sitting.  Practically forced back into his seat next to Jules, his partner spared him an apologetic side glance.  “All your ribs intact?”

Letting out a small chuckle, Dirk nodded through his typical side glance, watching as he was given one of the supposed ‘Dirk Smiles’ from the other man.  “How about you, all your emotions your own?” he asked in return, though in a bit more hushed tones, only to watch as Jules paid his brother’s arm who was sitting on his other side another light punch.

“Mostly.”

As his older brother chuckled deviously at the implications, Dirk’s smile from before returned.  He was alright with this, the life his powers had laid out for him, along as his partner remained a large part of it.

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Diederik x Julian

“Dirk, you alright?”

Blinking a few times, the younger man promptly shot his attention upwards a bit quicker than needed, though still always just off to the side, at hearing his partner’s voice.  It only took another second before Dirk’s attention fell on the bowl in the other man’s hands, one holding it as the other whisked whatever culinary creation he was aiming to surprise with that night.

It’d been another doozy of a vision the night previous, having ghost walked through the wall that connected their apartments shortly after it’d finished to alert the man, filling him in on everything he’d seen given Jules hadn’t been able to share it with him.  As crazy as it may have seemed, he was almost starting to think his partner was getting used to him just waltzing across the small, material barrier that kept their dwellings separate whenever a vision struck him on his own.

Still, they’d thusly spent the entire day brainstorming and formulating a plan on how to deal with what he’d seen, and then dealing with the symptoms Dirk always got from his powers.  After a third attempt from his partner at putting his hand on his forehead to seep away some of the pain, the younger man had finally batted the other way for good.  It wasn’t like the other took his suffering without feeling it in return, and no matter how much he insisted that it was fine, Dirk couldn’t stop the feeling of guilt that someone else wanted to deal with his pain for him.  They were his powers, and thusly his pain to deal with.

That hadn’t stopped Julian from insisting on making dinner that night - really, it was becoming quite a regular thing between them by now - but the catch being that he didn’t get to know what it was before hand but still had to eat it.  He’d made a small face of protest, but remained silent otherwise.  After all, he had motivations for not fighting his partner’s cooking beyond the finish product, which would by no doubt be delicious.  It always was.

“I’m fine, really.”

“You sure?  You seemed a bit out of sorts, staring over at me in the kitchen.”

Dirk quickly shook his head then.  “That’s a direct vision symptom,” he reminded, though he really doubted that Jules had forgotten that.  “Really, I’m fine,” he said, making eye contact for a brief moment, a moment enough that Jules’ whisking promptly stopped and he raised a knowing eyebrow.  A look that said ‘I know you’re lying.’

Shit, eye contact, maybe he was a little out of it to slip up on something like that.

Turning back down towards the mostly blank notebook page he’d been writing in, Dirk let out a long sigh.  “You’ll think it’s silly.”

“Try me.”

Another, more concentrated sigh as he formed the words in his mind.  “I like watching people do the activities they love.  When you’re in the kitchen, it’s as though you’re in a different world.  You’re concentrated, but not in the same way you would be on a case.  You smile a lot despite being so focused, and it just shows how passionate you are about what you’re doing, that you know you’re good at it, and what you’re creating is going to showcase that, even if I’m the only person you’re presenting said showcase to.  I guess, it’s almost like I’m granted your empathy, just for a brief flicker of time, and am able to see how emotionally invested you become when cooking, even if you don’t realize you are.  It’s relaxing, to watch that is...it’s nice.”

All he got as an initial response was a few moments of silence from the man, the beginnings of an internal cringe swelling up in Dirk’s head before he felt the couch cushion depress next to him as Jules sat on it.  “So, what would it be for you then?”  A brief flare of confusion showed on the younger man’s face as he cocked his head slightly, giving the other his so often done sideways glance.  “What activity, if I were to look into your eyes as you were doing it, would I be able to read that kind of supposed passion from you?”

Confusion turned to brief surprise as Dirk turned his head and focused on, more so looked through the notebook on the table as he thought.  Though, it was only a few seconds before an answer came to the front of his mind.  “Music.  If I was composing something I had been thinking about all day, or playing a favorite song on the violin, that’d probably be the closest if you looked then.  It’s just not easy to carry such things with you when running away from home as a teenager, and living in an apartment building isn’t exactly conducive to playing instruments without disturbing others.”

He felt the other man bump his shoulder gently.  “It’s not like you’d be banging on drums all day or something, and these walls have great soundproofing, just saying.”

Tiny hints of a smile tugged on the sides of Dirk’s lips then as he gave a small nod of acknowledgement.  Maybe.

“By the time I’m done cooking though, I want at least half that page with planning on it, got it?”

“Or what?”

“Or else no food for you, vision boy.”

Dirk just shrugged non-nonchalantly in return.  “Guess I’ll just have to head home and order something then.”

This time he got a much more playful, though forceful shove in the shoulder that nearly toppled him over onto the couch had he not been expecting it and caught himself.  “You, wouldn’t, you little shit.”

“I’ve got a phone, and I know how to use it.  Being spoiled by your cooking doesn’t mean I don’t still have takeout numbers in my contacts,” he retorted with as he sat up, pretending to pull his phone from his pocket, unlock it and intently start to go through his contacts.  Before he realized it, said phone was snatched from his grasp, Dirk’s head snapping up to watch as Jules walked back towards the kitchen, the other’s thumb pulling down the screen to go through said contacts as his other arm held the bowl he’d been working on.

“And if I catch you staring again, I’m just going to assume you’re checking out my ass, Diederik.”  He added as a last note, knowing that the younger man was watching him still as he deleted apparently the first of many fast food restaurants from his contacts.

A loud snort left his nose then, Dirk shaking his head as he quickly looked back down to his notebook and grabbed up the abandoned pen next to it, phone theft nearly already forgotten.

After all, he couldn’t look at his partner and retort with a denial, not when it would’ve been an outright, detectable lie on his behalf, barely managing to keep the faint blush off his face that so badly wanted to race to his cheeks at the man’s insinuation.

Seriously, why the hell did he have a crush on his damn partner of all the possible people in the world?

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Deiderik x Julian

It wasn’t something he was use to, waking up next to someone in a bed, being able to just look at them and feel that instantaneous urge to smile rise up despite them still sleeping.  He’d had relationships when he was younger, back in the Netherlands while in school, but never had he felt even an inkling of the happiness he had with Jules.

Realizing that smile had taken over his mouth completely shortly after said thought, Dirk quietly got up from the bed, slipping on a pair of sweatpants before heading toward the older man’s kitchen.  It was the weekend, yes, but he knew his partner generally liked his coffee in the morning, and it was definitely something he’d thoroughly learned to prepare for the man despite his abilities in the kitchen being far less than Jules’.  Coffee wasn’t all that hard, a few buttons and they were off!

Just as he’d prepared the drink as the older man liked it and picked the mug up, the sound of said man sitting at the table behind him caught his attention as he turned around.  “Good morning,” he said quietly, getting no response from the older man, not that he expected one.  Jules had helped with his latest vision’s side effects the night previous so he could get at least some sleep, and was likely quite tired in result.

Setting the mug down in the front of the man, he’d barely turned back towards the counter top before Jules’ voice chimed in.  “Dirk.”  Doing a full 360 by then in place, he gave the older man a questioning look, though just off center from direct eye contact as always, before noticing he was motioning for him to come closer.

The moment he was close enough, he felt a hand around his wrist, pulling him down towards the other so that their lips could lock in a deep kiss, the sheer intensity behind the connection forcing the breath in Dirk’s lungs out of his nose in a surprised huff.  Not what he expected, especially from a zombie like version of his boyfriend, that was for sure.

As the man eventually pulled away, Dirk made brief eye contact, enough to let the other read his confusion considering his lungs were working a bit hard to replace the oxygen the kiss had stolen from them.  Without a word, Jules simply turned the mug containing his coffee in place on the table, just enough so that the younger man could read the ‘Will kiss for coffee’ words on the side.  A gift from Cam to the older man once she’d realized that he was dating his partner, and something Dirk hadn’t noticed he’d grabbed.  He’d just picked at random when grabbing a mug for the other’s coffee earlier.

Nonetheless, Dirk still found himself smiling and chuckling lightly once the realization hit him, a smile lighting up the other’s lips in tandem as he stood up from his chair.  Without a second thought, hands were around the younger man’s waist, pulling him in for a tight hug as a light kiss was placed against the side of his neck.  “I think hearing you laugh is a much better wake up call than coffee.”

Dirk’s arms had automatically gone up around the other’s shoulders, another light chuckle leaving his throat at the other’s words.  “Happens when you make me this happy,” he murmured jovially in return, tightening his hold on the older man in a tight hug then.

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Evalyn x Abigail

“You’re home from work!”  It was one of the days Abi had gone in without her, apparently ‘trusting’ her to ‘behave’.  Which seemed odd, given she was always trying to behave!  She just wasn’t sure of certain human customs and how their things worked, that was all, and sometimes that made her misbehave accidentally.  Never on purpose!

While she looked tired, when their eyes met, a small smile took over her human’s face.  “Did you behave today?”  Lyn’s face lit up in a proud smile as she nodded her head enthusiastically.  “Good to know.”

Following the other woman to her room, given she followed her human just about everywhere when they were together - though not the bathroom, she’d learned that room was a ‘one person at a time’ location after a few scoldings - the mer watched as the other struggled to start taking off the top she had on.

“I’ll help!”

Without another second of hesitation, Lyn had her hands on the hem of the woman’s shirt, lifting it up from her torso, and sorta accidentally running her fingers along the woman’s sides as she did so.  Wasn’t her fault that her skin felt amazing under her fingertips after all!  Plus the little shiver she felt from her human told her exactly how much she enjoyed it in return.

With the piece of clothing off, Lyn paid it no attention as it dropped to the floor from her grasp, and before Abi could protest the action, the mer was pulling the other close and pressing a few, affectionate kisses to her cheek.  Again, no resistance, if anything, the other was quite willing to participate, causing Lyn to gently lead her back to the...

Bed!  That’s right, that’s what it was called, the thing humans slept on!  It just happened to be a very comfy surface for a sore human to lie on as their mer peppered them with affection as well~

The moment she pulled away from the kiss she’d landed on the woman’s mouth as they’d laid out together, hands interlocked, a playfully skeptical look was on the human’s face.  “Ya know, I don’t think this is really helping anymore.”

A bit more of a sly grin was paid back down to the one beneath her.  “Oh, I know!  I just figured, I behaved all day, so I can misbehave now!”  Lyn’s smile grew before she leaned in again, pressing their lips together in one of the blissful kisses she’d come to love from her human.

Kay, maybe some of her misbehaving was on purpose.

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Rhys x Andreas

Honestly, these stuffy outfits and stick up their ass nobles at these fancy get-togethers all but made the ebony haired man regret having agreed to be the King’s official advisor.  Only the reassurance that the man actually would listen to him, and that meant getting the things done he’d always hoped to do in his rebellion days, kept him trucking forward through all the royal, political bullshit the capitol was drenched in daily.

Like now, some fancy dinner with visiting dignitaries from Echana, sent by Andreas’ Uncle to discuss some policy or treaty or something.  Honestly, he only stopped the older man from making overly bad decisions when it came to other countries, given he himself was far more focused on their own people than those of other nationalities.  He still managed to pay attention though, given whatever the officials were here for could very well benefit the people of Aueria, and that was always something Rhys looked out for.

The worst thing about it, though, was the outfits.  Silky, sliding, awful materials that he utterly despised wearing, but were apparently common royal Auerian fashions.  Leather and cotton were his typical choices, even when he was doing official advisor things.  The first few weeks of stepping into the position, and subsequently having the King try and make him wear something that wasn’t the two materials, made for some tension before the notion was quickly shut down.  He’d stand next to Andreas, advise him, even listen to him - sometimes - but in something comfortable.  The shit he was wearing now was so grossly distracting that he was having a hard time paying attention to the small talk being passed around as everyone ate.

Not that said small talk was anything even close to being important.  He couldn’t care less about royal gossip, so he decided he’d do something else to keep himself entertained.

Slowly sliding off one of the shoes he was wearing - again, something he hated, he just wanted to wear boots and not tiny little slip on things - Rhys slowly raised his foot towards the auburn man sitting across from him at the intimately sized table, eventually taking a second or two to locate the man’s crotch and promptly begin kneading it with his foot.  Usually, he was seated next to Andreas in these types of things, but it was easier to give silent signals when across from and not next to each other.

Example being the older man quickly finishing the sentence he’d been saying to some diplomat before promptly turning to face his advisor, a fierce look in his eye that practically commanded ‘stop it’.  That just made Rhys work harder, smirking slightly as he saw a brief blip in the other’s facade at a presumably small shock of pleasure from the motions down below.  Even when the man casually tried to bat his foot away, all Rhys did was lightly kick back at the hand before continuing his ministrations on the man’s growing hardness.

While he’d never done this action in particular before, it didn’t take much to get the motions down, gradually increasing his pace all the while remaining the picture of calmness above the table.  Not that he could say the same for the King, given that he was having to speak slower, take more time in between sentences, and eventually, as his orgasm hit, grab at the table cloth and let out a small noise of pleasure.

“Are you alright, your highness?”  Lili was giving the man a worried look, the King promptly recovering and dismissively waving his hand that had been clutching the table cloth.

“I’m fine,” he said just a tad gruff, focusing back in on the diplomat that had been speaking.  “You were saying?”

Rhys was doing everything in his power to keep his mouth at the casual smile it’d been locked in for most of the night, despite how much he wanted to just grin like a fool.  Even then, he caught the brunette woman’s eye, hers containing a question, then promptly raising a coy eyebrow when Rhys’ grin slipped just a little to let her in on why exactly Andreas had had that little slip up.

As he slipped his foot back into his shoe though and was in the process of looking back down to his food, he caught the King’s gaze again, the look he was being given sending a small shudder down his spine.  Oh, he knew that look.  The ‘you’re-getting-fucked-into-the-mattress-tonight-hope-you-don’t-need-to-walk-tomorrow’ look.  Good thing he, in fact, had no need to walk the next day.

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Deiderik x Julian

There had been panic, screaming, running, crying.  It was everywhere amidst the sounds of the crackling fire that was slowly consuming the building, some ‘freak accident’ at the venue for the event they’d been attending.  In reality, it was an investigation into arson they’d been doing for at least a week at that point, and despite the pain it’d cause him, Dirk was nearly ready to touch anything and everything from the burnt aftermath of the scenes they came upon to just find and stop the damn criminal.  His precognition was a last resort, but it was nearing that point.

Right now though, the criminal was the last thing on his mind.  He’d already done his deed, was probably gone now that the fire was ripping through the place.  No, all he cared about was finding his partner among the chaos.

Pushing back through the people flooding for the doors, the younger man was doing what he could to look over the crowd, finally spotting Jules nearly frozen in place as he was knocked around by those escaping.  No doubt the man would’ve been doing the same, or maybe looking for him in his return from his bathroom break, granted the overwhelming emotions of the room hadn’t paralyzed him.

Without a second thought, Dirk pushed through to the older man, promptly bringing a hand up to cut off the connection of those God Eyes of his, to stop him from being battered with every emotion of each panicked guest that knocked by him.  “Jules, come on.  Keep your eyes closed, and don’t let go.”

As he was certain he felt the other’s eyelashes pass over his hand to signal the man had heard his command and complied, Dirk dropped his hand to interlace with the one of the other’s closest to him before leading him through the crowd towards the exit.  Right then, there was nothing they could do but get out to safety, away from the fire, and more importantly, away from the constant flood of emotions he knew his partner was combating.

Even once they were outside, despite being part of the investigation that would need to happen, with everything he’d just been assaulted with, it’d take a bit to get Jules back to steady.  That had Dirk leading them off to the vehicle they’d taken there that night - not the man’s motorcycle of course, just a borrowed car from the ones the drivers for the Chasers used - quickly shuffling the older man into the passenger seat.  When he was buckled down, Dirk got in and got the thing started before bee-lining them back to their apartment building.

Once they were inside the other’s apartment, the younger man wasted no time in walking in behind the other man.  Barely giving him a second to think or try and further process the chaos he’d just dealt with, Dirk was wrapping his arms around him in a hug from behind.  “You’re fine.  It’s only your emotions now, and you’re alright, Jules.”  His arms tightened briefly, his tone firm but calming at the same time.  “You’re alright.”

He could feel the other’s body was still tense, still shaking slightly from the sheer weight of the emotions he’d had to deal with, but after a few minutes, began to loosen slightly.  Dirk did the same in tandem with his arms in case Jules wanted to move, only for the one they were wrapped around to turn in his grasp, the younger man promptly ensuring his eyes weren’t in the path to make direct contact as he was so used to avoiding at that point.

“Look at me.”

That had a brief ping of worry spiraling up in Dirk.  “Are you-”

“Please.”

Only a second more passed before he turned his head enough so his eyes could look into Jules’, damn near feeling the relief that seemed to flood through the man at the contact despite not being the empath of the pair.  Yes, he himself was still dealing with a bit of stress from what they’d just been through, but more so, there was that worry for the older man, the care he held for his partner, and most importantly, that sense of calm he always seemed to have around Jules.  Dirk was certain it was just something he always felt around the man, and in result, could turn around and use it to help said man when things got to be too much.

Almost as though the stress and lingering, confusing emotions seeped from the taller man with the visual connection, Dirk felt the other’s arms encircle around his waist and tighten, his own moving up to hug the man’s shoulders in return.  “Thank you.”

That had the smallest of smiles taking over the younger man’s face then.

“Of course.”

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Xyndregarth x Wrendolyn

Honestly, how long did it take to get ready for bed?  The dragon had been laying on the mattress for what seemed like an hour at that point, ready to sleep and relaxing back on the many pillows his bed had.  One of the rare nights he needed to sleep, and frankly, he was about to give in to the darkness if the witch took any longer.  Getting ready for the day?  Sure, take a while, especially with the outfits that his Doll sported.  For bed though?  A tad ridiculous.

Having not realized he’d actually started to fall asleep, only the feel of the bed dipping down next to him had Xyn realizing the woman was finally out of the bathroom.  “Finally, what t-”

Opening his eyes and looking towards the witch, the words had promptly caught in his throat at seeing her dressed in the shirt he’d been wearing that day.  “That’s my shirt.”  Obvious, yes, but well, he couldn’t find much else for words right then.

“It’s comfy, and smells like you.”  As though such things were entirely obvious reasons for her choice that he should’ve already known of.

Xyn blinked a few times before raising an eyebrow.  “Even though you’ll be sleeping next to me, likely on top of me at some point, the entire night?”  When all he got was a shrug and one of those catty little grins from the witch, his eyes narrowed mildly in response.  “Well, I really hope you’re not too attached to that shirt.”

That got a look of confusion shot back his way.  “What?  Why?”

Without uttering a word, the dragon rolled himself over the top of the woman, leaning down to press a heated kiss to the side of the witch’s neck as his clawed hands gripped at her shirt - his shirt technically - and with no effort, ripped it in half straight down the middle to bare the woman’s upper half to him.  “That’s why.”

With the prompt gasp he got in return, a sly smile took over the dragon’s lips,  trailing his kisses then down the woman’s neck, over her collarbone, before teasing his way around the outer edges of one of her soft breasts.  When it became obvious she was getting impatient, the man promptly moved his lips over the hardened bud there, taking it into the warmth of his mouth and getting the immediate satisfaction only Wren could give him as the other’s back arched and a whisper of a moan left her throat.

Who needed sleep when they had a goddess to worship?

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James x Eric

He’d stayed up far too late last night, despite it being a Friday night and not needing to work in the morning.  Running was still something he liked to get up and go out for before everyone else did, but right then, he was just a tad too comfy and warm, especially with the second body in the bed that was snuggled back up against him.

Tightening his grip around Eric for a brief moment in a small hug, it seemed to start to wake the other - as he may or may not have been intending to do - waiting only a few moments before the blonde man was turning in his grasp to look at him through sleepy, half lidded eyes.  Honestly, no matter how tired he was himself, seeing the other man first thing in the morning was one of the best wake up calls he could’ve ever hoped for.

‘Good morning,’ he mouthed, something the other just grinned in response to before snuggling into the space beneath his chin, causing a small, silent chuckle to leave the older man’s mouth.  Reaching a hand up to brush through the other’s curly locks, their little moment was promptly interrupted as a very happy canine jumped onto the bed to join in their daily wake up routine.

More silent laughter left James’ mouth as Wolffy started to assault his face with kisses, only for the dog to try and ‘root out’ his owner from being tucked in so deeply with his boyfriend.  Like always, it only took a few seconds before Eric was laughing and sitting up in place, giving the dog the love and pets and belly scratches he was so desperately aiming for.

As Wolffy eventually sprawled out across both their laps, James gently reached a hand out to scratch at the dog’s belly as the other stroked his head and ears.  Only when Eric gave him a perplexed look did he realize he’d been staring at the other male, causing a smile to take over his face before mouthing a single word.

‘Happy.’