Trio Maxwell-Chang (trio) wrote in worldsapart, @ 2007-09-01 01:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | .50episodes, .logs, .writing challenge, aurèle de sauveterre, kyler anson, vincent donnelly |
Answered Longing
Title: Answered Longing
Author: oneforsorrow and trio
Fandom: Worlds Apart (Original - worldsapart)
Pairing: Vincent/Aurèle, Kyler
Prompt: 021. Lovers
Word Count: 3636
Disclaimer: Worlds Apart, Vincent, Aurèle, and Kyler belong to the authors.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and Notes: male/male sex
Kyler wasn't certain how he'd gotten to this house, other than sheer willpower, but this was definitely the place. He could see the red-haired man helping Aurèle into the house, the memory imprint was still on the door, replaying for Kyler as clear as day. Carefully, Kyler knocked on the door, leaning against the wall heavily as he waited for a response.
Vincent answered moments later, a book held loosely in one hand, finger marking his place. "Can I... help you?" he asked, frowning a little at the hurt man but not quite naive enough to let just anyone into his home.
"Aurèle's here," Kyler said tiredly. "I'm one of his mates. Let me in before I fall down?"
At Aurèle's name, the book fell from Vincent's hand, and he reached out, curling his arms around Kyler and guiding him inside. "How'd you get out?"
Kyler stumbled along with Vincent, sighing in relief as he got inside. "I watched. They slipped up on guard duty and I got out when there was a break in guards."
"You got lucky," Vincent said, guiding Kyler to a couch and settling him down before stepping back and calling for Aurèle sharply.
At that call, Aurèle made his way over as fast as he could, walking better on his right ankle than he had been so far. "What is -- KYLER!" Reaching out, he grabbed for Kyler and held on tight to the taller boy, and was clung to just as tightly by Kyler.
"You're safe," Kyler murmured, deeply relieved. "I followed your trail here. I don't know where the others are..."
"They're alive," Aurèle said quickly. "It's okay, they're alive, and we're going get them out."
Vincent stepped back, smiling as he watched the reunion. "Can I get you something to eat?" he finally prompted, when it didn't look like either was going to let go any time soon.
"I'm starving," Kyler said, meaning it literally. "I haven't eaten in days. Aurèle, you should sit down." He dragged Aurèle over to a sofa and let him sit down there, then sat down as well, somewhat shakily.
Vincent nodded, looking thoughtful for a moment before deciding, "Bread first. It should be mild enough not to get you into too much trouble. And some milk?"
Aurèle had a strange look on his face, his cheeks somewhat red as he eyed Kyler hesitantly. Why had Kyler chosen this sofa? He just knew...
"Bread and milk is good," Kyler agreed. "I -- ...oh." He froze as he got a full view of what Vincent and Aurèle had done on this sofa; awkwardly, he slid across to a chair instead, clearing his throat faintly before continuing. "I'd take anything at this point."
Vincent blinked, looking back at Kyler in worry. "You okay? Did you sit on something?"
"Kyler's ability is psychometry," Aurèle explained, reddening further.
"English would be better for us mages," Vincent said with quiet humor, stooping to pick up the book he'd dropped. He frowned when he saw the pages that had bent.
"I can see things that have happened around objects or people I touch," Kyler murmured. "Mostly the past, but sometimes the future."
"Okay," Vincent said as he smoothed out the pages carefully, moving to set the book on the bookshelf again. "I don't see what..." He froze, turning and slowly looking up at Kyler. "Anything that's happened?"
Kyler nodded faintly, looking awkward. "Anything," he confirmed after a moment. "I'm sorry."
Vincent's cheeks grew warm, and he shook his head, looking rather embarrassed but not upset. "Teach me to give into my weaker impulses, huh? I'll... just go see about that food now..."
"Thank you," Kyler said, his voice soft. "A day or two of rest and I'll be able to help out with things if I can."
"Only what you can do," Vincent countered. "We're almost ready to begin fighting." He ducked out of the room, grateful to be focused on food rather than the revelation he'd just had. Learn something new every day...
Kyler watched him go, then eyed Aurèle with a faint smile. "So, the two of you...?"
"We, um. Haven't gone all the way yet," Aurèle murmured, ducking his head. "We're waiting until everyone's safe, so we're not distracted by each other while we're working to get everyone out."
"That has to be hard," Kyler said gently, and settled deeper into his chair, trying to relax and stop feeling his aches quite so badly. He was definitely starting to feel his hunger and his aches and pains.
Vincent returned a few moments later, offering a plate to Kyler solemnly. "Once you're done eating, you can take a bath and we'll clean your clothes," he said, moving to sit near Kyler. "You'll probably need to stay here at least tonight, but I'll try to find a more comfortable place for you by tomorrow?" he added. "Somewhere close by."
Kyler blinked at the thought, freezing with the plate in his hands. "...A place? I've been homeless for as long as I can remember, a blanket on a floor is more comfortable than what I'm used to."
Aurèle looked away, pain in his eyes. "I haven't been able to find a safe place for us yet. It's my fault we're homeless."
"No, it's not, now stop it," Kyler insisted, with the air of someone who'd been through this argument countless times.
"You're safe here," Vincent countered, interrupting the two determinedly. "And I'll do my best to ensure you're both safe and comfortable elsewhere, too," he added gently, a moment later.
Kyler and Aurèle glanced at each other, then at Vincent. "Thank you," Kyler said with a smile. "We'll have to find a way to fit everyone into one place."
Vincent looked at Aurèle in wary confusion. "One place?" he asked, hoping the psychic would clue him in.
Aurèle smiled awkwardly. "I'll be okay here, but Kyler and the others like staying together when they can. We're used to all living together and we feel safer that way."
"Don't worry, I'm not saying we'll all move in here," Kyler added, chuckling faintly.
Vincent laughed weakly, his blush giving away exactly what he had thought of that idea, but he nodded. "At first, we may have to make do with various safehouses, depending on who can take people in," he pointed out.
Aurèle curled up awkwardly, one hand around his now-slightly-swollen ankle. "A big house would be the best," he said, soft and thoughtful. "With rooms for all of us. I've been hoping to find a way to make money to buy a place..."
Vincent looked over, then moved to sit near Aurèle, not quite beside him. "I'm... not sure how I'd feel," he murmured, searching Aurèle's eyes as he spoke. "I've gotten used to being on my own."
Looking down, Aurèle studied the floor, feeling awkward. "I know I'll be fine wherever I am," he said after a moment. "We all will."
Vincent watched Aurèle for long, silent moments, then finally sighed quietly, bowing his head. "We'll figure it out. You'll go where you're most needed, after all..."
"What the idiot is trying to say is he'll figure out what to do if you don't want him to stay," Kyler pointed out dryly.
Vincent looked up at Kyler sharply, then turned to peer at Aurèle, reaching out a hand as he frowned at the psychic. "Aurèle?" he asked softly, staring at the man.
Aurèle slid his hand into Vincent's with an awkward half-smile. "Sorry... I didn't want to just assume you wanted me to live here."
Vincent turned his hand, squeezing Aurèle's as he forgot about the audience in the room, focusing solely on the sight of that shy smile. "You're always welcome here, Aurèle," he countered, scooting a little closer. "I just... don't want to be overrun while we try to sort things out."
"I wouldn't let you be overrun," Aurèle whispered as he sank against Vincent's side. "And they wouldn't do that to you either."
Vincent reached up, cupping Aurèle's cheek and lifting the soft face to him, his own lowering to meet it in a gentle kiss. "I know," he whispered, and in his heart of hearts he DID know.
Aurèle leaned into the kiss, then blushed darkly when he heard Kyler clear his throat.
"...Is there somewhere I could rest for a bit?" Kyler asked with a faint, amused smile. "I need to get some sleep."
Vincent jumped, twisting to look at Kyler for a blank moment as heat flooded his cheeks. "Uh... upstairs there's a bed. My bed. My bed's upstairs," he babbled softly, arm still protectively around Aurèle.
Kyler determinedly kept from laughing or smiling, though his lips twitched a little. "I'll just go take a nap in your bed upstairs," he decided, and slipped out of the room, heading upstairs. Aurèle watched him go, then smiled up at Vincent, embarrassed and yet pleased.
Vincent was still blushing vividly, his eyes watching Kyler disappear before turning back to Aurèle. "...Er..."
"What is it?" Aurèle asked, surreptitiously leaning in closer against Vincent.
"Just... not really expecting to explain our relationship to the first man we see," Vincent said softly, his hand sliding down to reach the right point.
"I don't think you need to explain it," Aurèle pointed out in wry amusement, "seeing as he just got a fly-on-the-wall view of it."
Vincent blushed deeper at that, drawing Aurèle closer and threading his fingers through Aurèle's hair. "Something to be said for mages," he muttered wryly. "When we eavesdrop, we do it on purpose..."
Aurèle leaned into the petting, his eyes closing. "Kyler doesn't do it on purpose..." He slid his arms around Vincent and pressed closer, managing to lift himself into the other man's lap.
Vincent found himself responding to the closeness almost immediately, his hands sliding over Aurèle's back as he held the psychic against him. "Exactly my point," he muttered, but he'd lost whatever point he was trying to make, the very thought derailed by Aurèle's scent. He leaned in, nibbling at Aurèle's neck slowly.
Gasping softly, Aurèle leaned into the nibbling. They weren't supposed to be doing this, they'd agreed on that, had agreed to put off any playing until later... But it felt so good. Shivering softly, Aurèle curled his fingers into Vincent's shirt, his head tilting back to bare his neck.
Vincent sighed, licking and nipping at the bare flesh offered to him, his fingers creeping up under Aurèle's shirt to rest against the heated skin. "Aurèle," he breathed softly, lips moving against Aurèle's throat.
"Need you," Aurèle whispered. "Vincent, please..." He wound his legs around Vincent's waist, the pressure making him moan, though he was careful to keep himself quiet.
"Here?" Vincent asked shakily, even as he shifted to press against Aurèle, hands sliding down to cup his ass and grind him closer.
Aurèle nodded and ground himself against Vincent, his cock painfully hard and straining against his pants. "Here's fine, or on the floor, or anywhere, I don't care, just don't make me wait any longer!"
"We don't have anything," Vincent hissed softly. But his hands were dipping into the material of Aurèle's pants, sliding against bare skin again as he tried to push away the material determinedly.
"Lotion? Hell, kitchen oil will do," Aurèle managed. He hauled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor, then went after Vincent's, anxious to be pressed skin to skin.
Vincent helped, stripping his shirt off before twisting to shove Aurèle down to the sofa, covering him in a desperate, needy kiss as he settled between Aurèle's legs, rubbing their arousals together through the cloth.
Aurèle moaned eagerly, his legs spreading to let Vincent fall between them. "Pants next," he gasped out; seconds later he was fumbling at his own pants, trying to get them undone so he could kick the damn things off.
Vincent hesitated then, shifting off of Aurèle and staring down at him as he tried to catch his breath, to clear his mind of the influx of need. "Aur...," he whispered, unable to quite keep a hand from stealing out to stroke over Aurèle's hip.
There was no hesitation on Aurèle's part. Reaching down, he pushed his pants and boxers off, dropping them to the floor before laying back against the sofa again, completely bared to Vincent. Silently pleading, he reached up to the other man, trying to pull him close.
Vincent froze, staring at Aurèle in wonder for a long moment before he leaned down, unable to quite keep himself from tasting the delicious skin. His short braid teased at Aurèle's hip as he licked the small head lightly.
Aurèle shuddered eagerly, one hand curling around the back of Vincent's head in a light grip. "Feels so good," he breathed, as his free hand slid along his own abdomen and chest.
Encouraged, Vincent continued, his mouth teasing over Aurèle's cock as his hands slid up under Aurèle's body, cupping his ass and holding him closer. His own pants were desperately, painfully tight, but at that moment, he didn't care. His only focus was the soft shudder of Aurèle's body as he teased the other man higher.
Though Aurèle was quiet, he was infinitely responsive, soft little moans and whimpers escaping him constantly. He rocked his hips up to thrust his cock deeper into Vincent's mouth, darkly tanned skin turning flushed from need.
Vincent sucked slowly, enjoying the heat in his mouth and loving the soft sounds his lover made. One hand slipped down, fumbling with his own pants awkwardly before shoving them open and moving to stroke himself.
"Need you in me," Aurèle insisted, once he'd seen what Vincent was doing. "I can't wait any longer, I need you!"
Vincent looked up, a little lost for a moment before he gathered himself, staring into Aurèle's eyes. "I...," he started, but his tongue was thick, unable to get the words out, and he finally gave up, drawing carefully away from Aurèle and moving to sit back for a moment. "Kitchen oil?"
Aurèle nodded, panting softly. Sitting up, he reached out and slid one hand around Vincent's cock, stroking it slowly as he watched his lover's eyes. "Kitchen oil will do..."
Vincent reached down, catching Aurèle's wrist and holding it still even as his hips moved to counter the attempt at self control. "I need to get it," he said softly, voice strained.
"...When you get back, let me touch you," Aurèle whispered, then made himself let go.
Vincent hesitated a long moment, still holding Aurèle's wrist before catching himself. He let go, stumbling to his feet with his pants still undone and gaping open, too caught up in the need to worry about how it looked as he darted to the kitchen to rummage for the oil.
Aurèle watched him go, then sank back against the sofa with a shaky little sigh. Was it really finally happening?
Vincent returned moments later, a bottle of cooking oil in one hand and a deep blush on his cheeks as he stared solemnly at Aurèle. "You're... gorgeous," he whispered softly, pausing just inside the living room.
"So are you," Aurèle whispered in return, blushing darkly as he reached out to Vincent. "Come here? Please?" He wanted to touch and taste Vincent a little, the way the other man had gotten to do with him.
Vincent smiled softly at the compliment, moving forward and reaching out to catch Aurèle's wrist again, drawing his hand up until he could leave a kiss on Aurèle's palm. "Thank you," he whispered.
The affection left Aurèle grinning almost foolishly, pleased beyond all telling by the simple act. "Let me touch you now?"
Vincent's smile softened at the happy look, and he slowly released Aurèle's hand. "Do you want to be... top or bottom?" he asked awkwardly, moving to kneel between Aurèle's legs once more.
"Bottom," Aurèle said instantly, even as he reached out to stroke a hand along Vincent's cock, savoring the silky feel of it. "I want to be on the bottom..."
Vincent shivered, hips thrusting toward Aurèle's hand as he poured some of the oil into his palm. "I need you," he whispered, rubbing the slick liquid over both hands before moving to tease one finger against Aurèle's entrance.
Aurèle shuddered and thrust against that finger, eager to feel it deep inside of him. Grabbing the oil, he poured some into his hand and went back to stroking Vincent, his hand moving slickly over the hard erection. "Need you so bad," he murmured, his gaze on Vincent's eyes.
"Let me prepare you first," Vincent begged, even though he was already introducing a second finger into Aurèle's body, growing desperate to connect with the other man.
"Hurry, then," Aurèle insisted. "I can take a little pain, so hurry!"
"No," Vincent countered, frowning and moving to kiss Aurèle deeply, his fingers teasing inside the psychic. "I don't want to hurt you," he insisted softly, against Aurèle's lips.
Losing his grip on Vincent, Aurèle wound his arms around his lover and returned the kiss, hands skimming along Vincent's back. "You're driving me insane," he whispered, soft and breathless.
"I want to take care of you," Vincent returned, slowly sliding a third finger in. "I need to make you happy..."
"You already do..." Aurèle thrust up against those fingers, the slick oil making it so much easier to grind up against them; when he felt Vincent's fingertips slide along his prostate, he had to smother a cry against Vincent's lips, a shudder racing through him.
Vincent smiled at the cry, his free arm sliding aorund Aurèle's shoulder to hold him tightly. "After this is all over," he whispered softly, nuzzling the words into Aurèle's ear. "Stay with me."
Aurèle slid his legs along Vincent's, shivering from the pleasure racing through his body. "I want to stay with you... I need you. I'll stay."
Vincent tugged his fingers free, shifting up on one arm until he could watch Aurèle's face as he slowly slid into the welcoming body. "I love you," he whispered softly.
The words made Aurèle stare in shock for a moment; when he'd recovered, he reached up and pulled Vincent down enough that he could kiss the man desperately. "I love you," he whispered once he'd finally broken the kiss, a soft smile on his lips. At the feel of Vincent pressing so deep inside of him, he couldn't help but moan, his legs spreading wider to let Vincent deeper inside.
Vincent smiled warmly, rocking against Aurèle as he slowly built up a rhythm. It felt perfect, this connection he had, and he leaned down for another kiss, needing to connect there as well.
"Oh God," Aurèle whimpered into the kiss as he held on to Vincent for dear life. Feeling his way instinctively along the connection Tobi had created between them, he offered up a mental image of Vincent thrusting hard and fast into him.
Vincent moaned at the thought, his hips speeding without conscious thought, his hands holding Aurèle tightly. "Need you," he whispered, coherence fading as he gave into his passion, thrusting hard and deep.
Aurèle had needed this for too long, and the sheer force of it served to push him over the edge. His cry of release was muffled as he kissed Vincent desperately, his muscles clamping down on his lover's cock and tightly gripping it.
Vincent shuddered to a stop, flooding his lover as the milking spasms destroyed all control. He clung to Aurèle almost painfully tightly, devouring his lover.
Chest heaving, Aurèle panted for breath as he sank heavily back against the sofa, a blissful smile on his lips as a wonderful lassitude spread through his body. That was everything he'd been hoping for and more.
Vincent slowly settled against Aurèle's chest, his eyes closing. He was careful, not wanting to pull free of the enveloping heat just yet. "Aur," he whispered softly, his voice weak from spent passion.
"Love you," Aurèle murmured after a moment, his hands sliding slowly up and down Vincent's back. "I'm not going anywhere."
Vincent purred quietly, relaxing completely as Aurèle's fingers did their magic. "...Your friend's never going to be able to come in this room at this point," he muttered wryly, unable to regret a moment.
Aurèle snickered at that, rolling his eyes. "I don't think he's going to mind. He's no voyeur, but he's used to that sort of thing."
"I've got to get used to this," Vincent muttered, nuzzling into Aurèle's neck.
"What -- being around psychics?" Aurèle grinned, his head tilting back as he bared his neck happily.
"Being spied on," Vincent teased, shifting just a little against Aurèle, his teeth nibbling lightly along Aurèle's skin.
"Mmmm... Careful, you're going to get me going again," Aurèle whispered after a moment, shivering faintly.
"Rest for now," Vincent said, moving to nestle against Aurèle's chest once more. "I don't want you to put too much pressure on that ankle. Later... when things are good... I'll keep you all to myself for a whole day."
Aurèle smiled at that, then leaned up to kiss Vincent again. "...More than a day. A couple days. I think we're going to need it." He was certain he would, as good as Vincent felt inside him.
Vincent laughed, eyes closing. "You're going to wear me out, aren't you?" he asked, knowing he should get back to work but not quite ready to move.
"I fully plan on it," Aurèle purred, grinning at the very thought.
"Rest for now," Vincent said finally, his hand resting over Aurèle's heart. "With me. We'll get back to work after a bit."
Aurèle nodded softly, then closed his eyes and let himself rest; though he tried not to, he drifted off to sleep, his arms still around Vincent.