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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 20, 2010 16:46:23 GMT -5
Niko was quite happily unconscious, dreaming of nothing except for the most familiar, delicious scent he'd smelled in ages. "Bren..." he slurred drunkenly in his sleep as a couple tears made their way from the corner of his eyes. He missed his mate so much, and it hurt. But the male had broken his heart, and Niko had spent too long trying to repair it to let him back in.
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Post by ode on Jul 20, 2010 16:50:19 GMT -5
Tripp frowned at that, "The hell you do. You need to go in there and see to your mate."
"What can I do for him? He shows up here drunk and smelling like another man. What-"
Tripp narrowed his eyes and pointed to the bedroom. "But of all the places he could show up, he is here. Now get in there."
Brendan glared at his bearer before sighing and giving in. To stars with it, he was tired anyway. Moving back into the bedroom, He stripped into his boxers and pulled the blanket away to pull Niko's tight jeans off of him in an attempt to make him more comfortable before climbing in bed with him. They may never be together, but his bearer was right, he would see to his mate in a time of need.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 20, 2010 16:56:41 GMT -5
Niko's back was to Brendan, so he didn't know of the male's presence as more tears slipped from under his eyes as the dream came. The same dream that had haunted him for years now--the day he woke to find Brendan gone from their bed, packed, and gone--without him.
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Post by ode on Jul 20, 2010 16:59:46 GMT -5
Seeing his mate thrashing, he couldn't fight the urge to pull the man close and so he did. Pulling the one man that he truly had a right to within his arms and holding him tightly, inhaling his scent as his own eyes got misty.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 20, 2010 17:03:01 GMT -5
Niko grasped that arm around him in his sleep in a near death grip, for once feeling safe and right in someone's arms, even in sleep.
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Post by ode on Jul 20, 2010 17:10:38 GMT -5
Brendan sighed into that peaceful feeling and let sleep wash over him.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 20, 2010 17:16:45 GMT -5
Niko woke the next morning with a weird feeling of contentment, on top of the biggest fucking hangover of the week. He groaned.
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Post by ode on Jul 20, 2010 17:23:01 GMT -5
Brendan shifted behind him, slightly roused by the noise but body too eager to be snuggled into the warmth before him to awaken.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 20, 2010 17:25:19 GMT -5
Niko came blearily away, looking down at himself. His pants were gone! He turned in--whoever's arms he was in to come face to face with...
Niko's eyes watered and he wanted to pull away, but found he couldn't. Not yet.
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Post by ode on Jul 20, 2010 17:28:54 GMT -5
Brandan's brow wrinkled when the man shifted and had him pulling him even closer, breathing in the most delightful scent.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 20, 2010 17:33:45 GMT -5
Niko gasped as he was pulled closer. No, no no no. He couldn't be...he gasped as their bodies connected for the first time in ages. They fit together.
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Post by ode on Jul 20, 2010 17:34:55 GMT -5
Brendan inhaled deeply, "Niko..." he murmured in his sleep.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 20, 2010 17:40:01 GMT -5
Niko's heart clenched and he bit his lip, pulling away from the male, biting his lip. Bren...
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Post by ode on Jul 20, 2010 17:42:15 GMT -5
Brendan's face frowned at the emptiness he felt suddenly and his eyes fluttered open to s quint as he stared at the place where the man should have been. Not quite awake enough for it to register for him to look around the room, he fell back onto the pillow with a sigh. "Figures it was just a dream," he murmured.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 20, 2010 17:47:20 GMT -5
Niko's heart clenched again at that. He had to get out of here. It hurt too much. He looked around for his pants to go pull them on.
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