Trio Maxwell-Chang (trio) wrote in worldsapart, @ 2007-08-29 01:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | .50episodes, .logs, .writing challenge, dáire kerr, tobias kendall |
Reconnection
Title: Reconnection
Author: oneforsorrow and trio
Fandom: Worlds Apart (Original - worldsapart)
Pairing: Dáire/Tobias
Prompt: 025. Forgive
Word Count: 1569
Disclaimer: Worlds Apart, Dáire, and Tobias belong to the authors.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and Notes: male/male sex
Utterly miserable, Tobi had called in to work sick, and hadn't even needed to fake sounding ill. He'd spent the entire night on the sofa, hadn't eaten anything since lunch the day before, and had barely slept. Instead he'd cried all night, not loudly but constantly, so overcome by the sheer agony nailing him from all sides and from his own misery that he felt like he was on a rolling wave of pain. Shivering faintly, he hugged a sofa pillow and huddled on his side on the sofa, aching to feel Dáire close against him again.
In this, Dáire was the lucky one, aware of Tobi's misery but not feeling it the way the empath was feeling his own anger. Still, as the night slowly faded to dawn, Dáire'd had enough. He couldn't stay in his bedroom forever. Besides... it was HIS place. Padding to the doorway, Dáire looked in at Tobi, his jaw set. "You can't fix everything."
"I can try," Tobi whispered. "Dammit, I can try. Because if I don't, the pain of everyone around me will burn me up inside." He stayed curled up on the sofa, tears burning in his eyes again.
Dáire hesitated, then sighed. "Sometimes, you just have to accept that you can't. You'll destroy your life trying to win where you can't."
Tobi swallowed hard, curling up tighter around the pillow. "And I can't block out the pain. I've tried for fifteen years to build up enough shields to keep out everyone's emotions and still I feel them all. At least if I try to help, it doesn't burn so bad..."
Dáire moved forward finally, reaching out to rest a hand on Tobi's shoulder. "I... can't protect you from what you do when you meddle."
"You can't protect me from being burned up from the inside, either," Tobi whispered. "I got burned up once, Dáire. I sat in a psych ward for a year, completely catatonic, until I managed to heal."
Dáire sighed, moving to sit down on the floor in front of the couch, releasing Tobi. "So we're fucked either way..."
Tobi crept out of the sofa and into Dáire's lap, trembling visibly from sheer emotion. "I wouldn't say that..."
"Akuchi's going to want to hurt you," Dáire said quietly.
"Maybe not," Tobi whispered, then hid his face against Dáire's neck.
Dáire curled his arms around Tobi, drawing the thin form closer to his own and holding him tightly. "I've known Akuchi for years, Tobi..." he murmured. "He's going to be furious with you... and with that Jordan guy."
Tobi clung to Dáire for dear life, soaking up his lover's presence. "Have a little faith in us," he begged. "Let Jordan work with him some. Please. I know I can't win every time, but I have to try, and Jordan won't give up either..."
Dáire groaned softly. "You don't understand. You need to give up," he said softly. "Akuchi... he's in danger. Serious danger, and pushing him only pushes him closer to it."
"I know," Tobi whispered, looking up at Dáire, his expression solemn and somber. "But Jordan might surprise you."
Dáire slowly looked down at Tobi. "It's not... for Akuchi that I want him to back off," he said quietly. "If Akuchi becomes a bloodmage..." Unable to say more, Dáire just shook his head, hugging Tobi closer.
Tobi leaned up and kissed Dáire gently, his hands sliding through his lover's hair.
Dáire pulled back a little. "I'm not happy with what you did, Tobi," he said softly. "I can't be."
"I know," Tobi murmured. "I can just pray that what I did turns out for the best for everyone. I don't expect you to forgive me, either."
"Why didn't you talk to me first?" Dáire finally asked, frowning down at Tobi. "Find out what I know..."
Sighing softly, Tobi closed his eyes and set his head on Dáire's shoulder again. "Because I had to work fast. Jordan was in the right place at the right time, and I couldn't risk losing track of Akuchi."
"Will I have any luck asking you not to do it again?" Dáire asked quietly, his hands stroking over Tobi's soft hair.
"I'll do my best to make sure I ask you for help or information first next time," Tobi whispered.
"Good," Dáire whispered back, leaning down to kiss Tobi slowly while his soul eased a little. It wouldn't help with the current problem... but maybe it'd be enough.
Tobi returned the kiss desperately, his hands back in Dáire's hair. Sleeping alone and being out of Dáire's arms had been complete hell.
As Tobi deepened the kiss, Dáire shifted, settling Tobi more on his lap, closer and more intimate. "It hurt," he whispered.
"What did?" Tobi asked as he wound his legs around Dáire's waist.
"You out here," Dáire murmured, shifting to lower Tobi to the floor. "I didn't like it," he added with a frown and a nip to Tobi's neck.
Tobi sank back against the floor willingly, his head falling back as he bared his neck. "I hated it," he said softly. "I wanted to be in there with you so bad..."
"But you wouldn't," Dáire pointed out, as he nibbled at the soft skin, hands slipping beneath material to stroke bare flesh.
"You were so mad at me... I didn't want to come in there and make you even more mad," Tobi whispered. Greedily, he pressed up against Dáire's hands, craving more.
"Wish you had," Dáire admitted softly, settling one thigh between Tobi's and rubbing through the clothes they both wore, even as he nibbled up to one ear.
Tobi moaned softly and arched up against Dáire, shivering. "I'm sorry," he breathed. "I should have. I need you..."
"Mine," Dáire countered, moving to kiss Tobi's lips to silence him even as he tugged off Tobi's clothes. "No one else's."
Yours alone, Tobi promised. I love you. He fought with his clothes, pulling them off and tossing them aside carelessly.
The moment he was bare, Dáire was on him again, sliding down to nip at his chest, his hand dipping much lower. Fingers curled around the heat at Tobi's center, stroking slowly.
Crying out, Tobi thrust up against Dáire's hand, his legs spreading wide in a wanton display. "Need you so bad -- "
"Soon," Dáire promised, sliding lower to take Tobi into his mouth, and regretting that he hadn't thought to bring the lube out with him.
Tobi wound his hands into Dáire's hair, his hips thrusting slowly. "Dáire, please, oh God..." As talkative as he was normally, he was even worse during sex.
"All the way," Dáire whispered back. Just those words, and then he was back to sucking and licking, his fingers teasing at Tobi's opening.
"Lube?" Tobi asked, looking breathlessly up at Dáire. "It'll hurt otherwise."
"Not out here," Dáire said, stroking his hands over Tobi's thighs. "Just trust me."
Tobi nodded softly, then lowered his head, trusting completely in Dáire. The man knew what he was doing, after all.
Once more, Dáire went back to his teasing, sucking Tobi's cock and balls even as he teased a single finger slowly... very slowly... into Tobi's body. He did no more, focusing only on Tobi's pleasure rather than his own need.
"Feels good," Tobi murmured. "Let me taste you, too..." Perhaps Dáire was content to focus just on Tobi, but Tobi was eager to drive Dáire to release as well.
"Shhh," Dáire commanded softly, looking up as his hand replaced his mouth, rubbing Tobi firmly. "My turn."
Tobi hesitated, then nodded slowly, even as he thrust up into Dáire's hand. "When do I get to return the favor?"
"Later," Dáire said, arching an eyebrow at Tobi. "When I'm done with you," he added with a smirk, before leaning down to lap at Tobi once more.
Giving up, Tobi gave himself over to the pleasure, panting softly as he let himself writhe on the floor. "Later then," he agreed, breathlessly.
Pleased that Tobi had given up, Dáire returned his full attention to driving Tobi wild, doing his best to suck and stroke Tobi to climax even as he continued to finger Tobi's ass with a single digit.
It didn't take much longer before Tobi found the climax Dáire had been pushing him towards, crying out as he ground hard into Dáire's mouth and onto that finger. "Dáire -- !"
Dáire sucked him throughout, going so far as to gently lick him clean after. His touch was tender, gentle and soothing now.
Tobi shivered softly and let his head fall to the side, a blissful smile on his lips. "...Mmmm... Really good..."
Finally, Dáire pulled away, just watching Tobi silently as he wiped his hand clean on his pants. "You look sexy like that," he offered suddenly. "'Just fucked.'"
"C'mere, lemme make you look the same way," Tobi purred, turning that heavy-lidded gaze up at his lover.
Dáire smiled quietly, the smile that only Tobi ever got to see, and slowly stood up. "I'm taking you to bed," he informed his lover. "And we're staying there."
Tobi reached up to Dáire for help standing up, grinning lazily. "All day long? I called in sick. I'm yours all day," he sing-songed, eyes dancing.
Instead of helping him up, Dáire reached down and picked him up, shifting him a bit until the small body was comfortable in his arms. "Good to know," he whispered.