killedwithlove | for insurgoaltus

"I'll let you know when someone's coming up here angry." He thought that maybe Dorian was exaggerating about the violence and the hiding. Maybe.

Cole leaned in to kiss the bruises he'd left. "I'm sorry," he whispered into his skin. "I didn't mean to."

"I appreciate you giving me a head's up. At least then I know precisely what I will have to defend us both from." He blinked at the apology, before he smiled and kissed Cole's cheek.

"Never apologize for bruises left in pure passion. Do apologize if you punch me in the face."

"You don't have to defend both of us. I can defend myself. I fought an Archdemon in the Fade once."

He nuzzled into the kiss and wriggled in close. "I'll never hit you. I wouldn't."

"Well I meant verbally ... but I rather have the feeling you can hold your own no matter what the arena." Dorian mused quietly, his dark eyes sparkling.

One hand went to cup Cole's cheek. "I know. You would never hurt me. At least not intentionally." He pauses, and then says quietly, "No one has ever chosen me before you."

"I'd tell them I'm not a child. I probably know more about why people have sex than most people do. And this was good reasons. So it's not their business."

He nodded slightly against Dorian's hand. His cheek was still smooth as the night before. "Never intentionally."

"Oh, I can confirm that. You are certainly not a child." He exhaled softly, his grey eyes thoughtful as he rubbed his fingers along that smooth cheek. "Nor I you ... and I would make you happy, Cole. Perhaps that will be enough."

"You're thinking about sex again," Cole said, smiling slightly.

"You already make me happy. You care about making me happy."

"It's not my fault - you're exceedingly alluring, with your little smiles and your soft eyes. You really ought to watch that. I'll get ideas." Dorian touched that smile with his fingertips.

"I do care about making you happy. There is such a ... weight off of you, when you are smiling at me like that. I would like to lighten your load a little, Cole, as you do mine."

"I didn't say it was bad. Just that you're thinking about sex. With me." He gave Dorian's fingertips a brief kiss, since they were on his lips.

He didn't entirely understand about the weight, but it made Dorian happy and that was what mattered. "I'm learning to smile. And you showed me laughing, when you tickled me."

"I am teasing you, Cole. I know it's not bad." He smiled at that kiss, before he looked thoughtful, tilting his head before he kissed Cole's shoulder gently.

"Well, I shall do my best to give you more of both."

Cole hummed at the kiss, eyes closing again.

And suddenly jerking, looking shocked. "I didn't see Bunny last night! Or the Archdemon!"

He had slept without nightmares.

Dorian blinked as Cole pulled away ... but then grinned as the young man looked so surprised. "So no nightmares at all? Cole, that's marvelous! You are losing your fear of sleep and going to the Fade!"

"No. No nightmares. No dreams."

Or at least, none he remembered at the moment.

"I didn't mean to sleep. It just... happened."

"I am pleased to hear that ... the no dreams, not the not sleeping. You know you need to rest." Dorian said, his smile growing.

"I never needed to before." He let himself fall back, legs still around Dorian's hips, but flopped onto the bed. "I'll rest. While my leg is healing."

"Yeees, I can see that." Dorian smirked as he looked at the absolutely debauched Cole lying before him. He eased the young man's hips down, before sliding next to him, so he could ... well, curl up carefully.

"Your humanity is flourishing, and yet, you haven't lost yourself at all."

Cole almost protested being moved off Dorian's lap, but Dorian curled against him, so it was okay.

"Does that mean I need to eat? I don't feel hungry. I know what hungry feels like."

Dorian lifted his hand, focusing to dip a cloth into the water, and then brought it over so he could gently clean up Cole's nether regions, then his own.

"Frankly, that's probably a blessing. You'll never need to eat, because you are a spirit made flesh. It's like the magic - you did not want any magical abilities because of what happened to the other Cole. You don't want to starve to death, so you never need to eat."

Cole made a sound, but didn't try and move away, his eyes half closed.

"Oh." He had never thought about that, that he didn't, couldn't feel hunger as a safety thing. Protection from the horror of starving. "I hadn't- oh. Yes. That makes sense."

His hand dipped to touch his stomach, which was hollow at the moment before of how he was lying.

"I don't want to go through that. No."

He disappeared the cloth back to the other side of the room, and called over a towel to pat them both dry, before pulling the blanket up around Cole.

"Logical and sensible." He let his fingers follow Cole's. "Also attractive."

They were now lying upside down in the bed, but at least they were cleaner and dry and warm.

"I didn't consciously choose it."

Which is the way things should be after a nice sexual experience. He arched an eyebrow at that, before he gently 'beeped' Cole's nose.

"With that nose? I don't doubt it."

"What's wrong with my nose?" He wrinkled said nose after the beeping, arms coming to draw Dorian closer.

"Large, round thing." He tutted softly. "Not handsome at all. Makes your chin seem smaller by comparison."

Cole reached up and poked his own nose. "You like how I look anyway. Even though I'm not handsome."

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