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Post by Shea on Jun 23, 2014 17:47:02 GMT
Jaime picked up the eye bag and eyed it wearily. He'd heard of the dreamer's root. He'd seen what it could reduce a strong person to. Placing it on the bedside table, he told him, "If I can't sleep, or nightmares wake me up, I'll take some. But I think I'd rather try to sleep naturally."
The hand against his hair made him smile, and he teased, "Try not to get too distracted by the sights. I know how tourists can be," he laughed. He worried, as he watched him go, about what could go wrong. He always expected the worst. Bad news about Viveka, something happening to Dominic.
He laid for nearly an hour, too stressed to sleep, before he finally gave in. "Fine. One pinch, and never again in my life," he told himself as he opened the bag. If he wasn't so exhausted, and desperately needing sleep to mend, he wouldn't have taken it. Every time he'd fallen asleep, it had been nothing but blood and pain; watching his friends being torn apart and then himself being eaten alive. He wanted -- needed -- a restful sleep. The toll the nightmares were taking was getting worse.
Dominic didn't lie when he said it was minty. Honestly, the flavor was calming, in a way. It made his body feel light and his eyes heavy. He closed them...
And found himself pressed against the cot, a warm, comforting weight against him. Warm lips brushed across his neck, and he found himself arching into the kisses, a soft moan falling from his lips. "Dominic... ?" he murmured, and the healer sucked against his throat once before pulling back.
"You're looking better," the man said, a smile pulling at his lips. He pressed a kiss to Jaime's mouth, and Jaime found himself reaching up to card his fingers through Dominic's soft hair, dragging him closer. It'd been so long. So damn long, since he'd had anything intimate. His body was on fire with a need for it; a craving that curled tight in the pit of his stomach and left him dizzy.
"Please," he whined into their kiss, and Dominic laughed; a soft rumble in his chest that sent heat down Jaime's spine. White sheets were pulled away from Jaime, and despite the healer having seen him without clothes before, the way his dark eyes roamed over his form, his hands following in their wake, burned him.
He bit his lip, shivering as Dominic kissed down his body. He toyed with his nipples, his navel; left hickeys across his hips. A sharp cry tore itself from Jaime's lungs as a wet, hot mouth closed around the head of his cock, his hips thrusting up only to be pushed and held down by strong hands.
He writhed against the sheets as the healer ran his tongue over the weeping slit, sucking hard and swallowing just a bit more of his hard flesh. "Dom," Jaime gasped, not caring how he must look as his thighs fell open. He watched the healer with hooded eyes, a hand grasping at dark hair. He looked good, between his legs; flushed lips wrapped around him, dark lashes casting shadows over his high cheekbones.
God, it felt good, but when strong hands pushed his legs up, and that wicked mouth moved lower, Jaime's entire body locked up with anticipation. Dominic mouthed at his balls, before going even lower, pushing Jaime's hips up until he was nearly bent in half. "Please, please, please," Jaime found himself chanting, and he outright sobbed when he felt Dominic run his tongue over him. He teased the trembling pucker, circling it with his tongue and pressing against it. There were tears in Jaime's eyes when he finally pushed his tongue into his body, and he cried out, his neglected cock dripping against his stomach and chest. "Fuck me, Dom, please, just fuck me..." He couldn't remember the last time he'd needed someone so badly.
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 23, 2014 18:47:44 GMT
Dominic's trip was surprisingly...pleasant. Markus had been quite wary of him, but Sierra had assured him that she knew Dominic and he was a pure healer...if only the poor child knew. She was kind, however, and he could sense the power in her. It made Dominic wish for a time when he, too, hadn't tasted the darker side of their gifts. They shared polite, but brief, conversation over tea about the friend in question and Dominic assured her that Jaime was well taken care of.
Of course, Sierra most likely could have come and taken Jaime from him, but he felt safer not putting so much onto the female healer...and perhaps a small part of him didn't want to see Jaime go so soon. Many had tried and failed to get him out of his little sanctuary and it was quite the pleasant change.
He excused himself before long, thanking the lovely healer for the information, taking a letter from her to serve as proof and reassurance to his bedridden friend. What he found upon arriving home,however....was not something to which he could be prepared for.
The first thing he heard as he approached his door was a cry of his name, strained and almost choked. A fear made his blood run cold and he dropped the bags of food he carried with him to rush through the door and down the hall to the 'clinic'. He paused, freezing almost instantly in his tracks only steps away from the room as a loud moan filled the clinic and the hall where he stood. He was in awe..to say the least. The name that fell from the hunters lips as he moaned and keened was HIS name.
Now, Dominic was a modest man even if he could admit that he didn't look too bad for his age....but to be the subject of...whatever fantasy the hunter had going on in that moment? He wouldn't have imagined it. He had to be asleep. The Jaime he'd come to know in their brief time wouldn't so openly moan and expose his fantasy...dreamer's root? That had to be it, there was no other explanation.
He thought to turn away, to walk away from that room until the dream passed so he could wake Jaime and save the other's dignity, but he couldn't move from that spot. It was difficult not to imagine, especially with those moans, that muscled, tanned body arching in pleasure as he traced the scars that littered his skin with soft lips. He didn't need to have those thoughts, didn't need to see dark hair spilling over pale sheets and drinking back each one of those moans. Jaime was in his care, he was his patient...
That was what Dominic continued to try to remind himself, to make sure he knew but with each moan, the healer could feel the images taking root in his mind, and the heat begin to take over his body. How well could the hunter withstand the multitude of things the healer could do to his body, the way he pushed him to the edge again and again. Would he hate him if he left him paralyzed and helpless to stop him as Dominic relentlessly teased him?
Dominic groaned to himself, head falling back against the wall. The slacks he'd worn into the city grew tight and he bit at his lip to hold back the sounds he, too, wanted to make as he liberally tried to recreate whatever it was the hunter was seeing in his dream. Another moan of his name and the healer hurriedly undid the slack to wrap a hand around his sex.
He masturbated, mainly for health and necessity but it had been far too long since he'd done so at the thought of another human...and even longer since he'd heard such a sweet moan of his name. Jaime made his name sound like Salvation when he moaned...but that last one? Was so sinful Dominic felt he only appreciated it more from his time dabbling in the dark.
It took a great deal, in those moments, to keep his feet secured in that spot, to not go in that room and wake a wounded man for his own base needs. But he enjoyed the sounds he made, biting his own palm to keep his moans at bay whiles jerking at the hard heat in his hand.
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Post by Shea on Jun 23, 2014 19:33:44 GMT
Dominic teased his body with his tongue, the talented muscle laving over his relaxing entrance only to press in and fuck him as deeply as he could. He brought Jaime to that edge quickly, and the hunter made a mistake of warning him. "Close, nn, 'm close.."
And Dominic stopped, giving an answer chuckle and soft, "shhh..." at Jaime's whine. He pressed kisses against the backs of his thighs and curve of his ass as Jaime caught his breath. And then he teased him again, this time with his fingers. First one, and then two, and three.
Jaime's entire body shook, trying fruitless to thrust back onto those wonderful fingers that pressed in all the right places. His abdomen and chest were a mess from his aching sex constantly dripping. "Fuck me already, come on," he heard himself say. His voice sounded far away. "I need it. I need you so bad..."
On his knees now, with a thick, hard cock pressed against him, Jaime keened and tried to rise up. "No," Dominic told him, pushing his face down against the soft carpet.
Wait... carpet?
Dominic pushing into his willing body brought him back, and he let out a breathy keen. "Feels so good..." he told him, pushing back to take more of the healer's length in. He fit so easily, so perfectly...
No. That wasn't right. Jaime hadn't done this in years. There was no way he could take someone so big so easily..
"You're so tight," Dominic hissed behind him, as he drew out. He pushed back in quickly, and it lit up sparks behind Jaime's eyes as he brushed against his prostate.
"There, please!" he cried out, biting the knuckle of his thumb as the healer kept the angle, his hips pressing against Jaime's ass with every deep thrust. Mind hazy with pleasure, Jaime continued to cry out, amazed that Dominic could play his body so well.
But he was a healer. He knew the body. It made sense that Dominic could drive him this wild; entire body shaking and unable to stop the sounds that spilled out of his mouth; make his cock twitch and drip onto the carpet with every thrust.
Carpet... no. He had been in bed.
"Touch yourself for me, beautiful," Dominic murmured, leaning over his back to bite at his ear. Jaime nodded shakily, moaning, and reached to take himself in hand.
Pain shot up his forearm, and he whimpered. Right. His thumb was broken...
His thumb was broken. He had almost died. He was in bed. Dominic had go out to check on Viveka and he'd...
A rough thrust shook Jaime to the core. He was dreaming. He'd taken the dreamer's root. This wasn't real.
"Jaime. Come for me," Dominic told him, his voice rough and unsteady. Jaime's hand, now healed and working over his hard cock, paused. His fingers were a mess, his cock still twitching. "I know you're close. I can feel it.. come for me.."
God, was he... He was so close. His entire body was tight with it. He pulled roughly at his throbbing sex, but pain shot up his arm again.
And he woke up gasping.
Lightheaded with the intensity of the dream, Jaime took in harsh, quick breaths in the quiet room. His hand, thumb broken, was tangled up in the sheet covering his erection. "Hell..." he hissed, willing his throbbing flesh to stop. God, he had been close. He still was so damn close.
It would be so easy to take himself in hand, and finish himself off... but guilt warred in him. He'd been dreaming about Dominic. He felt ashamed and filthy, and hated himself the more for it because he still wanted to think about that dream. Wanted to come with thoughts of Dominic driving into him.
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 23, 2014 19:49:19 GMT
The moans had stopped but Dominic couldn't. It was impossible now. When was the last time he had someone's moans to drive him on like that? He couldn't think about how shameful it was, taking advantage of what the dreamer's root had brought upon his guest. All he could think about was that moan, that sweet moan and the hit of breath and his mind conjuring up image after image of the lovely hunter.
And then, even if the moans had stopped, he felt himself coming, biting into the flesh of his palm to keep himself from making even the slightest of sounds. He bit down, his cum spilling against the floor as his orgasm rushed over him. Even the taste of his blood as he bit down hard enough to break skin couldn't even stop it and right then, more than any other time before or after, he was more than grateful for the fact that his patient couldn't get up from that bed and find him in such a shameful state.
And when it had passed, hand bleeding and floor stained with his seed the healer felt a shame blanket him like never before. He was disgusting...there was no words for the level of contempt his companion would hold for him if he knew what he'd just done. Jaime had an excuse but Dominic, however, did not. He had been in perfect control of his mind and his body...
If it weren't for his fear of being found out, he would have let the sigh he held out but, instead, the healer repressed it and pulled the awful scarf from his neck, using it to wipe away his mess. At least that would assure he never had to wear that thing again. With the mess cleaned away, he quietly made his way to the bathroom, bandaging his wounded hand and giving them hunter time to cool off, or be sure his dignity stayed intact. After all, had he walked right in there...well it would be only obvious that he had heard.
Dominic put on a straight face, one he hoped reflected happiness for what he found in town, and a renewed hope for his companion's recovery and not the face of a man who had just had a wank to a wounded, sleeping man. "You awake?" He called before stepping over the threshold into the clinic, the smile intensifying as he remembered the letter he still kept in his pocket. "You'll be relieved to hear that your friend is well, wounded and recovering, but she still lives." He placed the letter on the other's lap, smiling. "I brought some things Miss Sierra said you might like, too."
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Post by Shea on Jun 24, 2014 3:24:36 GMT
The effects of the dreamer's root were hard to shake off. At least, that was what he told himself. He didn't dare think that it had only taken his attraction to Dominic and make him face it. He was grateful to the man, and he was easy on the eyes, but Jaime didn't hold any such thoughts towards him. And there was no way he would say those things, do those things, to Jaime.
He'd only just gotten his traitorous flesh to go down when Dominic appeared, and he quickly schooled down his shocked face into something more calm. But what if he'd heard? No... there was no way. He'd only just gotten back. There was no way. His heart still raced.
"She's alive?" he asked, a true smile lighting up his face. He quickly opened the letter and read it, and leaned back against the pillow and sighed. "Thank god." Turning to look at the healer, he nodded. "And thank you. So much. You didn't have to do this."
Dominic's face was slightly flushed, his hair in that curly mess as always. His eyes were shining. He was gorgeous, and again Jaime remembered how he'd looked between his legs. He broke eye contact, and that was when he noticed the bandaged on the other's hand.
"What happened? You're hurt??" he asked, sitting up to gently take the other's hand in his own. He attempted to unwrap it.
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 24, 2014 3:51:25 GMT
"She's alive and apparently healing quite rapidly. Your friend Sierra is a good healer, she's probably able to heal Viveka much faster than I can heal you but yes." Dominic tried to put on a smile. On one hand it was completely genuine, and on the other there was a guilt settling in hs stomach over what he had done only moments before. Jaime didn't deserve to be exploited in such a way. Sure, it had just been a quick wank but...it was still weird and, in his mind, disrespectful to the unconscious man.
Before Jaime had grasped his hand and questioned the bandaged wound, he looked down with his smile softening. "It was nothing, really. I wanted to make it easier for you to heal and I know the piece of mind on what became of your friend would help. I wish she had been well enough to bring back with me. From what Sierra said, she wouldn't be the type to try to take you away from here..." His brow furrowed as he remembered the healer's explanation of what had actually transpired and WHY Jaime had landed in the condition he was in. He was sure that Viveka was a sweet and strong woman, and he was in no way to judge....but to throw such a temper tantrum over a lost love and get those you love killed or almost killed in the process? He'd had too much experience with that not to cast a small measure of judgement upon the woman.
Still, the young healer's words had also made it quite obvious that she had learned the error of her ways and she, too, had mourned Jaime as he had her. Hearing that, his small measure of bitterness for her had faded into gratefulness that he could give them both that piece of mind in the end.
Jaime's warm hand on his snapped him back to the moment they were in and he nervously placed a hand over the other's to stop him from pulling the bandage away. "...A dog bit me. I guess I get too friendly with things when they're cute and don't remember that they can very well bite me still even if they're cute." The healer chuckled. "It's a little sore, but it's nothing serious...HOw are you feeling?" Dominic attempted to change the subject.
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Post by Shea on Jun 24, 2014 4:22:22 GMT
Jaime was grateful to the man, truly. But the way he tried to switch subjects, the way he stopped Jaime at looking at his hand... Any other time, and he'd of let it go. Dominic was a healer. He'd know if it was serious and he'd take care of it. But he hadn't.
And he'd just gone into town, for Jaime, and had come back with an injury. "You're lying.." Jaime told him, looking him dead in the eye. If he had gotten hurt, because of him, he wanted to know. Especially if the wound had been given to him by one of the people Jaime knew.
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 24, 2014 4:32:34 GMT
He hadn't expected Jaime to turn the subject back onto his wound. Had he expected him to see through his lie? Yes, a part of him had. Jaime was a skilled hunter and he'd had to pick up a few skills other than cutting off heads and driving stakes through hearts. Still, he couldn't help but to sigh. What was he to tell him?
In a gesture that was meant to be comforting, and not nearly as tender as it felt to him, Dominic reached out and placed a hand to the other's cheek. "Jaime, I am okay. Really. It happened after coming home. Truly. It'll heal in a day or so as if it were never there." Taking his hand back, he took a seat in the chair next to the hunter. "The trip into town was actually quite nice. Markus reminds me of my cat when I give him a bath but other than that, I quite liked meeting your friends."
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Post by Shea on Jun 24, 2014 4:42:09 GMT
Jaime felt his breath catch at the touch to his cheek. After the dream he'd just had... it was hard not to think more into that. And it startled him enough to drop Dominic's hand, and the subject. He softened, slightly, and smiled. "Markus is like that. He's young, and angry, but... he's smart, and he's cautious. He actually warned Viveka and I that something was off about the information we were given. He told us to wait..." Jaime shrugged.
"I like to think I'm smarter than that, but considering you had to pull me back from Death's door..." he shrugged. "Looks like I'm not as intelligent as I like to think."
Speaking more to himself, now, he said, "I'm really glad she's alive. She's young and reckless, and easily influenced by her emotions... but she's brilliant and talented." Looking to Dominic, again he told him, "Thank you."
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 24, 2014 4:54:11 GMT
The healer nodded to him. "Yes, I could sense that from him. He's had to age beyond his years, but most hunters do." Relaxing in the chair, feeling the food and items he'd brought back with him could wait in the doorway a bit longer.
"I heard the story, or at least a brief version from your healer friend. It's unfortunate what happened to the other poor soul that went with you, but I'm glad the two of you made it out and I do hope, for your friend's sake, this is a lesson learned. Sometimes...we just need something catastrophic to sober us up when we begin to spiral downward." He ran a large hand through his graying curls.
Dominic had spoke both from observation AND experience and, more than anything, he hoped that Jaime nor this lady friend of his would ever have to learn in the hardest of ways like he had. Sure, one life was lost on this foolish, hasty mission, but two had pulled through. He had hope that this would be the end of suicide missions from the young woman, or that Jaime might be more wary in the future. For now, he was just glad to give peace of mind, even if now he, himself, was left with anything but now.
"I'm glad I could help." The healer smiled a little to him. Then, a thought struck him. "Oh. yes. I purchased a cellphone. It's what all of those crime dramas call a burner so it can't be traced but it'll help you communicate with your closer friends...and that little brother of yours." With that he pushed himself up from the chair with a warm smile. "Stuck out here with nothing to do but sleep and talk to me, I figured you might want a way to talk with family and friends just...I'm trusting you with this, Jaime. Don't lead anyone here." He knew, deep down, he could trust him, but caution still bubbled up in his chest.
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Post by Shea on Jun 24, 2014 4:59:06 GMT
Jaime was caught off guard again when Dominic pulled out the phone. He had to laugh, softly, shaking his head. "Dominic... that's very... thoughtful. But I have one. Or, I did. It should have been in my pocket in my jeans, but seeing as how I have no idea where my old clothes have gone... it might very well be lost."
Shrugging he told him, "Thank you, but it's fine. It's enough to know that Viveka is on the mend, and Sierra knows I'm alive. If I get into too much contact, they'll start trying to hunt me down. Especially Markus. He won't like the idea, especially not with you being so against being found." Shaking his head, he told him, "It's better this way. I've disappeared for seven months before, with no contact. A few more weeks won't be too terrible. Sierra will come up with something."
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