Julian Blackwood (synapticstatic) wrote in nybynightic, @ 2021-02-12 07:53:00 |
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“Can you be a dear and help me take this trash out to the curb? This snow has been going for hours without letting up and Alejandro was supposed to have taken it out before now.”
As much as Julian wanted to say no, it was just easier to do it and get it over with so that he could get past their neighbor. If he didn’t then she’d just hold him up by questioning what the hurry was about. As it was she had already cornered him once about the strange hours that he and Micah kept. “Of course, Mrs Perez.”
Taking the bag of trash, he bounded back down the stairs to dump it in one of the bins only to turn around and find Mrs Perez still standing there. “You know we hardly ever see that handsome boyfriend of yours.”
Julian had to smirk at that as he pictured Micah’s reaction to being called such. “Workaholics. What’s one to do. Even the at home ones you can barely pull away from their work,” was his excuse as he edged his way past the noisy neighbor and back up the stairs leading to the door so that he could disappear inside of it. “Have a nice night, Mrs Perez.”
With no one more interruptions, Julian quickly made his way inside. He only worried about unwinding the scruff from around his neck as he whispered Micah into the Ventrue’s mind to let him know he was home. The whisper was soon followed by the Malkavian’s appearance, his blue eyes burning bright as he stepped into the office and grinned.
“I found him.” Then a slight pause before he added, “and probably just in time since one of the neighbors keeps asking about my ‘mysterious boyfriend’.”
Micah looked up from the middle of tracking down the latest lead they had about the poisoning. He had many people out there, but none had the big picture that he had. As it was, he was the only one with most of the pieces of information and only he had the ability to integrate all of it into something resembling intel they could work with--a task proving more difficult than he had hoped for.
But Julian's declaration was met with welcome relief. Finally, something concrete they could chase down. Perfect for Micah to vent his frustrations on. "Where?" Urgent, but not missing his usual composure. They were in tough times, but now more than ever, Micah was every bit the commanding leader he had always been, leading what's left of them as best he could.
The idea that their neighbours were feeling familiar enough with them to comment on their coming and going was indeed a sign for them to move on. By now, Micah was sure there were suspicions and small tracks they were leaving behind of him and Amadeus not being as 'gone' as they were technically supposed to be. But he wasn't quite ready to give up all their advantage of playing in the relative dark just yet.
“Where he’s always been at.” Sometimes it seemed like Malkavians were hardwired to be cryptic at times, a pitfall that even Julian himself fell into now and then and had to work to avoid. Right now it was so easy to fall into it though given who the mole was. It made perfect sense and it was hard to believe that they hadn’t thought of sooner.
The only question was why hadn’t the mole run. The only answer could be that he was confident that everyone had died in that explosion. That and there had to be something more he was after for him to keep dealing with the SI. No matter. At least know they’d finally have their answers on how much information he had given the SI. Especially given the wealth of it he had to offer.
“The Ivory Tower.” Then Julian answered the next question he knew was coming before it was even asked. “It’s the Herald.”
The herald. The implications were staggering. As herald, he would have been privy to much of the information they kept secret from the rest of the Kindred. And earlier too. Usually at first instance of notifying the rest of the Primogens. It made sense, if it wasn't also so horrific and devastating in its consequences.
Micah got up from his chair, then picked up his phone and made a quick call.
No questions, no doubts. Julian had given him a name, and Micah simply acted.
When he got off the phone, he looked back at Julian. "How did you find him?" After all, it hadn't been easy. Julian had been trying endlessly for the better part of the last fe wdays
Julian hated that he had spent days searching before finding him. Maybe if he had found him sooner than maybe the poisoning wouldn’t have happened. He had come out of it fine but others had not been so lucky. But then it may not have been the herald who had told them about the CS. It could have been they were already that deep into their communications that they had found out about it for themselves. They were about to find out.
“I realized I was looking in the wrong place. I just assumed everyone was gathering at Elysium.” And weren’t they lucky that the SI hadn’t figured that out or been alerted yet, otherwise they might have been bombing it next. “Then I was beginning to worry that whoever it was managed to flee town.”
Which would have made sense if their mole had thought there was a chance anyone survived and might come looking for them.
“But not everyone is there. A few are still lingering at the tower and with how quickly the notice about the deaths from the explosion went out it got me thinking. Then it got me poking around.”
In retrospect it made sense. But then again, hindsight was always a different matter altogether. "I've sent my men," Micah said, nodding to show that he recognised Julian's line of reasoning. "We'll find out what he knows." Micah wasn't going to let a single scrap of information go by unturned, now that he had this lead. He would wring everything the man knew from him. There were ways to get someone talking, even against their will.
He walked towards Julian, clapping a hand on the Malkavian. And from the weight of it on Julian's shoulder, it was clear how much Julian's new lead had given Micah a renewed sense of drive and direction. "Good job. This is great news for us."
“I can always dig through his brain for you if need be.” And if they didn’t need it to be whole once Julian was done with it because if he got his mental fingers into the herald’s brain he’d pick and pick until there was nothing left. The Malkavian would end up knowing not only what had been told to the SI and why, but every other little secret that was hidden in that brain as well.
“But I figured since he tried having you blown up that you and Amadeus may want to have a few words with him yourself.”
Which was likely to end up as bad for the man in question. Maybe even worse. Julian knew Amadeus was very, very unhappy with the whole almost being blown to pieces bit.
As much as having Julian have a go at the man would be quick and efficient, it was almost too painless for Micah’s liking. No, he wanted to have at this one personally. “You’re right. I’ll enjoy making this one talk,” Micah said with a diabolical grin.
But now that one of his greatest roadblocks had been overcome—and also partly because his men were going to need time to pick up the Herald and bring him to the assigned location where no one would ever find him or hear him scream—Micah’s attentions were rather focused on something else. He wrapped an arm around Julian’s waist, dragging the younger Kindred flush against himself. The chill of the winter night was still seeping through Julian’s body through the layers, but Micah himself being freshly fed, was warm in stark contrast.
“I suppose you’ll be wanting your reward now.” In truth, in the days prior to this, Micah had been unable to focus on much else apart from efforts to locate the tracks of the SI and hunting down the mole. Now that at least one of those two had an end in sight, he was able to see the other things he’d neglected in this time. Of which, Julian being a large part of it.
Julian let out a little hum of contentment as Micah pulled him close. It pleased him to see that finding the mole had given Micah some sense of relief. That it had taken some of the worry and burden off of his shoulders. He had taken on so much and there wasn’t much Julian felt he could do to help, but in this he had been able to. This he had been able to do for him.
“That depends, Mr. Lucciano, on what you have in mind.” A smirk as Julian placed his hands on Micah’s chest. As his fingers were already starting to pluck away at the buttons of the shirt under those hands.
Micah smirked, the light in his eyes returning to a semblance of what it had been before the explosion. His arm tightened around Julian, squeezing in warning. "I think you know perfectly well what I have in mind." Was playful, walking the edge of teasing and dangerous, even as he returned the favour with undressing Julian, fingers stealing over the thick coat Julian still wore, before removing it and throwing it over the couch with the minimum regard for order and then pressing his lips to Julian's.
Julian returned the kiss, opening up and savoring the taste of Micah as always. The taste of him on his lips and tongue was just as good as the taste of blood. Micah’s blood anyway. Making the elder Kindred addicting in all ways.
The Malkavian’s hands didn’t stay idle as once he was done with Micah’s shirt his fingers kept on going down to undo his belt and then his pants so that he could slide his hand down them and wrap around the proof of what Micah was thinking about. “What I know is that you're going to utterly wreck me with this,” Julian pointed out while tugging Micah closer to the couch. "And that I'm going to enjoy each and every second of it."
Smirking in between gnawing lightly on Julian’s lower lip, his tongue delving into the hot depths of Julian’s mouth, Micah didn’t need words to display his agreement of that particular sentiment. Instead, he pushed forwards with his hips, trapping Julian in the space between him and the couch—which wasn’t much at all—making short work of the pants that Julian was wearing, just tugging down past his round ass, bunching around his knees.
Micah didn’t waste time. He grabbed Julian’s wrists and spun the younger Kindred around, forcing Julian down against the couch, his hardness pressed against the cleft of Julian’s bare ass teasingly. “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”
Far too long in Julian’s opinion. It just served to prove how disrupted their lives had become with everything happening and how focused they had been trying to sort it all out that they hadn’t found time for this, Or how exhausted Julian had been pushing himself to find the mole. Now they had a bit of stolen time and Micah was teasing him. It wouldn’t take much to make Julian beg for it.
In all fairness it never took much to make Julian beg for it to start with.
A low moan as he pushed his ass back and rubbed against Micah in turn. “You know what they say about all work and no play.”
Micah smiled indulgently, moving against Julian in an unhurried pace. “Oh? Are you perhaps getting bored?” The heat between their bodies was a constant reminder of what was about to happen—inevitable, but not yet quite within reach. Even as Micah slipped two fingers into Julian’s mouth in a wordless command to ready himself.
There was something about the friction between them, that feeling of Micah sliding against him that was both pleasurable and maddening at the same time. Not maddening enough to make Julian beg for it just yet but enough that he couldn’t help but roll his hips back in eager anticipation, continuing to rub back against Micah in turn. And when Micah slipped those fingers into his mouth, Julian was all too happy to suck on them, to get them wet.
“Did you want to discuss it or do you intend to fuck me,” Julian asked as he let go of Micah’s fingers from his mouth with a wet pop.
Julian’s words were met with a sudden, inescapable intrusion—Micah’s fingers spearing within, and spreading him out with a definite stretch even as he leaned closer still, their clothed upper bodies pressed firmly together. It didn’t go unnoticed that Julian was now a changed Kindred from who he had been when he first arrived in New York; more confident, more self-assured, even daring to brandish his own snark in front of Micah. It was undeniably sexy. And it only made Micah crave that unique brand of Julian’s submission even more.
“You were saying?” he asked, in the same unhurried manner he had earlier, probing deep and gently but firmly kneading the spot inside Julian that he knew would drive the younger Kindred wild.
Farther words escaped Julian for the moment, a harsh intake of breath instead at the initial intrusion and then a low keening moan as Micah started to work him over, hitting him just right. His head dropped forward to press against the couch even as his hips couldn’t help but cant back and fuck himself on Micah’s fingers. “Fuck. Right there.” Not that he needed to tell Micah that. There was something to be said about sex with an elder kindred with as much experience as the Ventrue had and who at this point knew Julian’s own body better than he did.
Micah knew. He knew every nook and corner of Julian’s body, had marked out each erogenous spot out in his memory and knew intimately well how to elicit the loveliest sounds from Julian’s lips by playing each one of them. And that was exactly what he was doing now, probing with insistence and then pausing when he felt Julian press back, a wicked smirk on his lips. His free hand reached upwards, under Julian’s shirt, rolling the hardened nipple he found between his thumb and index firm enough that it was walking the fine line between pain and pleasure.
His voice was a low, husky rumble beside Julian’s ear. “And is this enough for you?”
That’s all it took was hitting all the right spots to cause Julian to melt and become compliant putty in Micah’s hands. Especially when he started him towards that line between pain and pleasure and the sounds that it drew from Julian as he did. They both knew for a fact that it very much was not enough for the younger Kindred but Julian also knew by now that he wasn’t going to get what he wanted if he didn’t voice it. Whether it be asking for begging.
“You know it’s not,” he gasped back, pushing back greedily on Micah’s fingers as he did. There was little doubt that he loved this part and sometimes afterwards while laying in bed it was enough when Micah was teasing him but not right now. “Micah.” The name came out almost as a purr. “Fuck me. Please. It’s been too long.”
That was the sort of submission that Micah was looking for, the absolute trust and the lack of boundaries or holding anything back--which Julian did perfectly well. But Micah was also well aware that this was not a privilege that all had with Julian. It was, in fact, unique to Micah. And for that reason alone, Micah barely hesitated. Fingers scissoring to stretch Julian as far as he could go, Micah nonetheless quickened his movements, withdrawing and replacing them with something of a much wider girth, making a low sound of appreciation as he did so.
Julian was hot and tight around him. So tight, in fact, that it was almost a kind of pain. But that hardly lasted. As he gave Julian just the slightest fraction of a second to get used to him before he pressed on--demandingly, as with everything that Micah did--with barely enough time for Julian to gather his wits around him. That was exactly the way that Micah liked Julian, helpless against the pain and pleasure he brought him, reacting only to sensations instead of thinking at all. "Sssh, it's almost all in," he said, in that same low, soothing voice, hands wrapping around Julian's hardness in a comforting grip.
There was always pleasure in that pain. In the stretch and the burn as Julian gave himself fully over to Micah as the other filled him with every inch that he had to give. He never hesitated, the sounds he gave always ones of pleasure. Pleasure and anticipation because he knew after this that it would only get better even as he knew that Micah would continue to keep him on that fine line between the pleasure and the pain to the point of overwhelming him.
Julian quivered under Micah’s touch. Under that low, soothing voice that he had come to realize was just for him. It made it even easier for him to hand himself over to Micah completely. He knew with Micah that the submission and trust he gave him would never be abused. “Need all of it. All of you,” he managed to get out even as every nerve in his body was already being set off by the invasion into it.
Micah moved in perfect rhythm, timing his thrusts to the firm pressure around Julian's cock. His arm tight around Julian's waist pressing their bodies as close together as was physically possible. Pressing his lips to Julian's shoulder, Micah whispered against that fevered skin, "You feel so good." And as if to prove that point, his hips began an increasingly punishing pace inside Julian. "So tight around me."
Julian’s answer to that was the symphony of moans and gasps that passed his lips with each thrust into his body. Even with the increased pace it still wasn’t enough. “Harder.” A plea, not a demand. At this point that’s all there was, the pleas and begging for more, the choice Micah’s whether he gave into Julian or not.
As closely pressed together as they were, it was easy enough for Julian to reach back and curl his fingers around the back of Micah’s neck and hang on. His eyes closing and the glint of fangs showing past his lips. At the moment he was completely caught by Micah and nothing else mattered or existed but this.
And it was a request that Micah was only too happy to oblige, punctuating his sentence with a deep thrust to the hilt. "With pleasure." And as he built up the force, pressing Julian forwards with each thrust, another deeper, ominous promise. "The night is still young, I hope you remember in a few more hours that you asked for this."