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Re: Debrief
« Reply #15 on: April 18, 2020, 04:50:34 PM »
"Maybe I should follow her?" Remi repeated, disbelief pitching his voice higher than his usual baritone. He reached over to push at Sam’s shoulder, mindful as always that he should only use a fraction of his strength else he risked shoving the vampire off the couch and onto the floor. "You’re the one who made her feel unwelcome! I could’ve found out what she needed already. And you know what? It might not’ve been anything. Did you think about that? We might've been able to go right back to what we were doing, but not now."

His eyebrows jerked upwards and he shook his head, pulling the same sort of disapproving face Vretil, his mentor, would’ve if he’d found out he’d wasted more time avoiding work than buckling down and just doing it. "Now we need to follow her and figure out if there’s anything we can do to help."

Remi levered himself to his feet and far enough from the couch that he could turn without smacking Sam in the face with his wings, then held his hand out to the vampire.

"Come on," he said, beckoning him with a quick flick of his fingers towards his palm, "before we lose her."

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Re: Debrief
« Reply #16 on: April 19, 2020, 12:31:59 AM »
Samuel blinked as Remi got sassy and pushed him; he looked at the angel in surprise. It was possibly the wrong reaction but Remi's sternness made his heart swell with happiness - even though he was told they wouldn't be going back to what they'd been doing. Sam knew he had absolutely no clue how to deal with all the stupid emotions Remi roused within him but he'd definitely expected his pettiness to result in abandonment.

He got completely the opposite and he couldn't have been happier that Remi called him on his bullshit and demanded more of him. Demanded he atone for his wilful actions by approaching the woman he'd chased away. It was only in the wake of the wave of relief that washed over him - as Remi clapped his fingers at him - that he acknowledged the guilt he felt about the way he'd treated the stranger. He'd been territorial over Remi and hadn't been interested in allowing yet another distraction in between them but it had gone somewhat against the grain to provoke her into leaving.

Witnessing Remi's resolute expression, Sam rose to his feet and slid his hand into Remi's, relishing the warmth of his palm and fingers as he slipped his cool hand around them. "We won't lose her," he mumbled sheepishly. "I can still smell her." The woman had been pale like a vampire but she'd smelt of foliage and nature. She'd also had a heartbeat that'd told him she was alive despite her ethereal appearance.

Wanting to make amends, he hastened past Remiel and tugged the angel in the direction he could smell the woman had gone. As he followed her scent trail out of the library and along the walkways of the Academy, he revised his theory about her being fae. When they caught up to her on the outskirts of the courtyard, heading in the direction of Meadowcrest Woods itself, he knew he'd been wrong at first and had a whole new idea about what they were dealing with.

"Miss!" he called as she was about to step off the tidy, organised path and into the brawny wilderness beyond, causing her to spin around in startlement. Her silvery blonde ponytail swung in a fluttery arc as she turned to face them with wide eyes, pushing her glasses up on her nose. She stood her ground, though, giving he and Remi time to catch up and Sam the opportunity he needed to begin his penance. As he came to a halt before her, still hanging onto Remi's hand, Sam noticed that her eyes were an enchanting mix of green with silvery flecks radiating away from her pupils, confirming his theory.

"I'm sorry," he said without preamble, his gaze taking in her willowy figure before returning to her face with a smile. "I was rude in dismissing you," he explained, pausing to gauge the effect of his apology.

The girl glanced skittishly from Sam to Remi, her gaze widening and her throat bobbing as she swallowed when gazing upon the angel. The corners of her mouth twitched, like she couldn't help but want to smile at him but the urge faded immediately as her gaze shifted back to Sam's earnest one. "I... i-it's okay, I guess," she conceded, her tone wary. "I know I surprised you."

"Yes, but you had a reason for talking to Remi and I didn't give you a chance to say what it was," Sam prompted, running his free hand through his hair, which seemed determined to swoop into his eyes after his rushed journey across the campus.

The girl's mouth worked soundlessly for a few moments as she looked from Sam, down to his hand joined with Remi's and then back up into the angel's eyes. The smile broke through this time as Remi's aura washed over her and she visibly calmed down. "I didn't really want to bother you, it's just, I have a bit of a problem," she told him, her voice warming as if she was sharing a story with a close friend or at least someone she liked very much, rather than someone she didn't even know.

Marvelling at Remi's effect on people, Sam drew her attention back to him momentarily with a question. "With you or your trees?" he cut in.

The girl looked at him with wide eyes, a blush colouring her cheeks. "Y-you know?"

"That you're a dryad?" he smiled, drawing a solemn nod from her. "I guessed." It was a guess based on past experience and more than one factor of course, but he wasn't surprised that he was correct. There weren't that many species in the city wandering around smelling like plants and looking like they'd floated down from a tree's branches like a leaf on the wind. Besides, he'd looked at the papers she'd dropped when she'd bumped into the table; no-one did that much research on something as mundane as silver maple trees in a supernatural library of the calibre Sam maintained.

Giving Sam a nod that seemed to convey her acceptance of his guess, she looked back at Remi, appeal in her silvery green eyes. "It's one of my bonded trees. Just one of them. I-it's really weird b-but it has this horrible black mold growing over its trunk. It's been there for a while but now... it's spreading," she said worriedly, shifting her folder of papers around to tuck them into her hand while she pushed the sleeves of her clothing up. The pale skin of her forearm shone white beneath the light of the moon as she twisted it to reveal a black streak looking like a discoloured vein snaking its way along her arm, branching from her elbow towards her wrist.

"It doesn't hurt," she explained, "b-but I've started feeling weak. And a bit nauseous. It can't be good. I was wondering if you were able to h-heal trees? Not a normal tree, I'm bonded to it. Or maybe just... heal me? B-but I don't want my tree to die either, it's not very old. I don't know, this is probably silly but I figured if anyone could do it, an angel could!" she declared, her voice a ringing testament to how amazing she thought Remi was just for existing. Her gaze was wide and worshipful as she stood there before him, pinning him in place with her hope.

Sam chose to keep his mouth shut this time and let Remi do his thing.

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Re: Debrief
« Reply #17 on: April 21, 2020, 05:54:14 PM »
Remi released Sam’s hand and took a step closer to the woman, his head tilted to the side as he gauged her reaction to him. With the way she’d reacted to Sam, he imagined that she might startle like a deer and dart off into the woods never to be seen again, but she looked up at him with a broad smile and thrust her arm out for inspection.

"Have you seen anything like it before?" she asked him as he frowned at the inky river that wound its way from the the crook of her elbow to the inside of her wrist.

"Not sure yet," he said, glancing at her. "I’m still looking."

Redness crept onto her cheeks, but he interrupted her mid-nervous giggle by sliding a hand underneath her arm to support it as he traced gently poked and prodded at the black streaks with his glowing fingertips, an inexplicable sense of unease coiling in his gut. In his peripheral, he caught when she canted her to the side to watch him with concern growing in her eyes, but he pressed his lips together and continued his surface inspection.

When it eventually became clear his heals weren't chasing the affliction away, and that he needed to go deeper, he opened his inner eye and the black streaks marring the pale smoothness of the dryad’s arm expanded and pushed at him. Remi’s face twisted and his stomach churned, but he swallowed thickly to keep his dinner down, lifted his chin, and flared his wings in defiance.

He wasn’t going anywhere.

"What about now?" She dropped her file to grab his wrist. "Y-you’ve seen something more, haven’t you?"

"Felt something. Did you?"

The dryad’s silver-blonde ponytail swung as she shook her head.

"Well, it pushed at me," Remi said. "It's still pushing. Wants me to go away. Which… Makes me think it’s not something I can heal, but I might be able to get rid of."

"Wait, what? It? Am— Are we possessed?"

"I’m not sure."

"Oh, well okay then," she said faintly. "Maybe um… Maybe if you ask it? To leave, I mean. Maybe it’ll go if you ask."     

Remi winced when the darkness renewed its assault on him. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to work," He said.

She made more suggestions, but the disgust and bile rising in his throat had become too much. Flapping his wings in agitation, Remi released her arm and pulled away from her grasp, taking one step back and then another until he’d bumped into Sam. He sought out the vampire’s hand, and immediately let loose a deep sigh that released the tension from his shoulders and face.

"I’m sorry, I thought I could—" His forehead knitted and his gaze ping-ponged from the dryad to the forest beyond and back again. "Whatever that is, it's connected to something else in the woods."

"That’s my tree!" she chirped from the crouched position she'd dipped into. She'd gathered her folder and was stuffing her papers back into it. "I can take you to it. The poor thing. I think it’s been keeping the worst of it from me, and… well, you’ll see."

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Re: Debrief
« Reply #18 on: April 30, 2020, 09:51:56 PM »
Samuel's concentration remained on Remiel throughout his interchange with the dryad, intrigued by the angel's description of the blackness. 'It pushed at me. Wants me to go away.' This was not an ordinary sickness, not if it was pressing at Remi. It had some sentience, which made Sam think about what could have injected it into the arboreal pairing.

Demonic? Sounded more like magic... but dryads were usually peaceful and this one gave that exact impression. Was this an act of vengeance or an accident? If it was magic-related - a curse or a dark ward, perhaps - then it was unlikely to be an accident. So who was this dryad that she might provoke a magical attack? What reasons did someone have for wanting to hurt her by poisoning her tree? It was common knowledge (well, common for people that even knew about dryads) that damaging a tree would hurt the dryad and vice versa, so what could prompt such an act of vengeance?

When Remiel bumped into him, Sam was catapulted out of his thoughts and back to the present. Remi's touch allowed him to focus, the hand in his warm and...  and he seemed to need some help centring himself. Sam's chest swelled with pride as he looked at him because people might need the angel to help them, but the angel needed him. Only him, to keep him steady, if he was judging the current situation accurately. He was needed at Remi's side. He thought it might behoove him to also not get too far ahead of himself and inflate his own importance.

Relishing Remi's touch, he surveyed the angel, noting the more relaxed set of his shoulders and the settling of his feathers. He'd been agitated and calmed when he touched Sam, just like in the elevator. He was useful. He turned to the dryad and smiled at her. "Take us to your tree," he prompted, tugging Remi alongside him while he fell into step beside the dryad. "I'm Sam and this is Remiel, by the way," he introduced, endeavouring to be friendlier than he had been earlier.

The dryad spared him a glance and then looked at Remi beyond him - her smile fluttered onto her lips briefly but then disappeared again when she looked back at Sam. "Cilla," she informed.

Sam nodded. "So... have you got any enemies, Cilla?" he asked as he picked his way through the increasingly-wayward grasses of the wood. They were approaching the tree line rapidly because it wasn't far beyond the Academy's manicured limits.

Cilla gave him a startled look, her eyes widening dramatically as she stammered her way around a non-answer. Samuel cringed, disliking being on the receiving end of such a thing as much as he disliked being on the output side of it. It wasn't easy to wait her out until an answer came but he gritted his teeth and did it, all the while faithfully picking his way beneath the arching branches of the ever-thickening forest.

"I-I guess. Another dryad bonded with a grove of sugar maples n-not too far away. S-some people raided them for their syrup. D-damaged the trees. She grew angry and attacked them. I helped them escape - they didn't know any better, they were greedy but innocent humans and the trees have healed - but she was livid that I interfered. She th-threatened me, said she'd see how much I liked it when my trees hurt. I d-didn't even think of that until you asked me about enemies," she told Sam quietly, looking shaken as her memory connected with past events. "It was last year. I'd forgotten all about it. I guess she's patient."

They fell silent for a few moments as Cilla changed direction and guided them to adjust their direction accordingly, then Sam spoke. "It looks and sounds like a curse, to me," he announced, squeezing Remi's hand as he glanced at him. He wondered if such magics were beyond the angel to affect but didn't want to dishearten Cilla by asking and receiving a negative answer out loud just yet. Might as well wait 'til they arrived. He smiled at the handsome angel instead, his thumb brushing encouragingly across the back of his hand. Touching him was an addiction he'd never fully satisfy.

"Here," Cilla said simply, drawing Sam's attention away from Remi as they arrived at their destination; her silver maple tree grove.

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« Reply #19 on: May 01, 2020, 06:00:45 PM »
With the dryad leading the way instead of Sam, Remi wasn’t forced to flap his wings to give himself periodic speed boosts just to keep up. It was a good thing, because the farther they trekked into the forest, the less room there was to maneuver. He had to keep his wings clamped tightly to his back to avoid knocking into the plantlife that choked the old deer trails they followed, and there were several times both he and Sam had to duck to avoid low-hanging branches.

As soon as they reached Cilla’s grove, though, he was able to straighten fully and relax his hold on his wings, so the dove-white tops arched above his shoulders and the tips of his longest feathers fanned out behind him in their natural positions. Each of the trees — with silvery bark the same color of the dryad’s hair, and leaves the same green and silver of her eyes — towered above them and monopolized the area.

A frown grew on the angel's face as they continued past trunks so thick wouldn’t be able to wrap his arms a quarter of the way around them. The same uneasy, nauseating feeling that’d curdled his gut like old milk had returned, and it only grew stronger when they approached a tree that was significantly smaller than the rest.

"This one," Cillia said, but she hadn’t needed to. The tree’s entire trunk and all its naked, skeletal limbs were colored the same black that streaked the inside of the dryad’s arm. And as he moved closer with Sam, crunching through all the leaves that it’d shed, his face twisted and he pushed back the urge to vomit.

"I’ve never tried to cure a curse before," he finally managed. "This is the first time I’ve ever seen one."

"B-but you can try, c-ca… c-can’t you? Please?"

Remi darted a look at the dryad, who had pushed back her sleeve so she could rub fitfully at the discolored stretch of her fair skin. He inhaled and held onto his breath as he processed her request and the mingled scents of earth and decaying leaves and Sam’s now-familiar musky cologne. On his exhale, he nodded.

He would try.

Before he could second guess himself, he squeezed Sam’s hand, released it, and took a step forward to press his palms to the ailing tree’s trunk. Then he closed his eyes and focused on pushing the darkness out of the tree before it could push him away.

***

When Remi next opened his eyes, the tree’s bark had become silvery smooth again, and the dryad was prancing around, alternating between hugging her bonded tree and holding her arm out to them to show that the blackness was gone from her, too.

Remi smiled weakly and turned his shoulder into the trunk to sag against it.

"Glad… helped," he mumbled, eyes sliding shut and his head tilting forward until his chin hit his chest.

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« Reply #20 on: May 02, 2020, 02:47:02 AM »
Samuel had been enchanted by the whole process of curing the tree and the dryad. In fact, he'd been so entertained that he was absolutely appalled by his own ignorance when he finally realised how exhausted Remiel was. He was swift to step in and rescue the angel from sliding down the trunk of the silver maple but then he was faced with a new dilemma. Remi's weight wasn't insignificant and his wings were out; getting him out of the forest wouldn't be a subtle or simple endeavour. They couldn't stay here all night, though. Remi looked like he wouldn't wake up for a long time, if Sam let him sleep now.

"Remi, darlin'," he murmured, hefting his love interest's person onto himself in an attempt to distribute his muscular frame more evenly upon him. The movement caused a susurration of activity behind him and Sam's gaze was drawn to his amazing-but-inconvenient wings. "Can you put your wings away?" he asked loudly. It was deliberate; he needed Remi's attention. Sam's heart lifted when the angel rallied and forced his eyelids up. A look of supreme concentration dominated his face for a moment and then his wings disappeared from sight.

Remi wilted against him, out cold.

~*~

By the time Sam got Remi back to his apartment in the early hours of the morning, he was also exhausted.

As he'd stood in that maple grove holding up an unconscious angel and being eyed by a giddy dryad, Sam had considered many solutions to his problem. Find a room at the Academy, hide out in his office, call a taxi to get them home, try to get get Remi up. to the Capital roof somehow. In the end, it'd all been too hard with too much public exposure and potential for revelation. Besides, Remi was completely vulnerable (and adorable) and he didn't want him to be seen by anyone in this condition.

His decision made, Sam bade Cilla farewell, hoisted Remi into his arms (he wasn't overly heavy at first, just muscular and awkward to carry) and ran them all the way back to The Luminary. He didn't use celerity until the very end, when he had to get Remi through the city streets undetected. It didn't occur to him until he stood in front of his apartment door (by which time Remi seemed to weigh a ton) that he'd left all of his belongings in his office at work. Thankfully, his room key was the one thing he hadn't removed from his pocket. The momentary guilt he felt at not getting back to Dreki and then leaving his phone at work was swiftly drowned out by the relief of entering his own home. He'd go get his stuff tomorrow night and call Dreki to apologise; he'd understand.

Propping Remi up on his bed, Sam undressed the angel. He had his phone in his pocket, it was swiftly discovered. Sam put it on his bedside table and stripped Remi down to his underwear. Sleeping in clothes was too uncomfortable for everyone. Folding his apparel neatly onto the armchair he'd had to shove a pile of his own clothes off - and positioning his shoes beneath - Sam tucked Remi into his bed on the right side of it (when laying in the bed) and left him to sleep. He warmed himself up some blood, ordered a platter of fruit to be delivered and stored in his fridge, checked in with the library - asking them to close up his office and secure his phone for him - then got ready for bed.

Sam brushed his teeth and stripped before pulling on a pair of soft pyjama pants. He wrote Remi a note telling him what happened, expecting he'd awaken through the day once he was properly rested, and telling him there was fruit in the fridge for him.  He left it on his side's bedside table. As the sun began to threaten the horizon and the shutters closed down all around them, Sam turned off all the lights and climbed into bed with the man he spent most days dreaming about. It was awkward yet exciting.

He fell asleep swiftly, even with the restorative blood in his system, marvelling over the fact that he'd always thought the first time they slept together, Remi would be conscious and remember it.

~*~

Remiel never read the note. Sam didn't realise that until Remi's phone started buzzing madly on his bedside table. Disoriented, Sam answered it only to realise it wasn't his when Jake McCloud reacted poorly to him being the one to speak... on Remi's phone. Rolling over, his eyes wide with surprise, Sam was stunned to find Remi still slumbering beside him. He'd slept all day and some of the two nights around it! It took every bit of willpower he had to concentrate on appeasing Jake and he was soon glad he did. Jake wanted to meet them at the Capital penthouse because it was ready for them!

Well, Jake never once used collective pronouns or included Sam in the invitation but Sam conveniently ignored that sort of negativity coming at him so soon after waking up. Beside Remiel. He assured Jake they'd be there in an hour and hung up on Jake's protest that he wasn't welcome. That was such loser talk, man. For Remi's convenience, Sam hustled around the apartment and turned on lights before crawling back into bed and snuggling up to the handsome angel. Pressing himself to Remi's side and wrapping an arm across his waist, Sam relished the skin on skin contact their naked torsos allowed.

"Hey. Sleepy angel. You going to wake up any time soon?" he murmured after about twenty minutes of blatant staring at the beautiful celestial gracing his bed. He squeezed Remi's middle for good measure, leaning forward to nibble kisses along his square jawline.

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« Reply #21 on: May 02, 2020, 06:06:30 PM »
All Sam’s efforts had successfully pulled Remi closer to the surface of consciousness, but there was a problem: he didn’t want to wake up. He’d been having too nice of a dream — one where he was in an actual bed, wrapped in silky soft sheets, and with a man whose voice had sounded like Sam’s when he’d spoken, just before he’d started kissing the sensitive skin near his neck. If he woke up, there’d only be a too-small couch, a blanket that didn’t quite cover his toes, and he’d be alone. He didn’t want to be alone. He wanted to go back to sleep, back to his dream, back to Sam.

But it was too late.

The fuzzy edges of sleep were solidifying as reality asserted itself. He fully expected the arm draped over him to disappear, for the kisses to stop, and the body pressed against his to become empty space, but when they didn’t, his forehead scrunched and his hand surfaced from beneath the covers. His searching fingers made brief contact with Sam’s elbow, then shifted to the back of his forearm and Remi’s eyes shot open.

Either this was the most realistic dream he’d ever had, or Sam was actually there.

He twisted and craned his neck back, inadvertently interrupting the kisses, but he needed to see. His lips parted as he raked his gaze over hair that never stayed in one place long, noble chiseled features that always made him think of the statue in The Luminary’s lobby, and a pouty mouth that he swore had been stuffed with magnets that pulled at him any time he got too close.

Amazement overtook him, and he breathed a soft laugh as he shook his head. Sam was there. Wherever there was. Being in a bed was enough to clue him in to the fact that it wasn’t his rooftop garden. That, and the lack of a garden. The windows and the view they offered of the city was yet another clue, because he recognized the skyscrapers from all the times he’d flown past them heading home, or coming to visit Sam. He’d ended up in Sam’s corner suite. Somehow.

"Hey there," he said warmly, rolling over onto his side to face Sam and intending to ask how he’d made it to Sam’s place, but in shifting closer and brushing his bare limbs against Sam's, he’d realized they were both mostly naked beneath the sheets. His expression grew perplexed again and he pivoted to ask a different question in his typically blunt manner. "Did we have sex?"

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« Reply #22 on: May 02, 2020, 07:30:03 PM »
The smile - warm and happy - froze on Samuel's face at Remi's question. He'd pressed forward to greet the angel with a proper kiss but that halted too. His eyes widened in genuine shock, his gaze flinching down to take in their naked chests, so close together, before he looked back into Remi's hazel gaze. His hand, flat against the small of Remi's back, dug in lightly in reflex.

"What? You were passed out! What sort of monster do you think I am?" he squeaked, his voice rising with offence. Did Remi truly think so little of him? Believe that he'd take advantage of him, that he had so little self control he'd ravage him while he was unconscious?? Sam searched Remi's eyes, looking for a sign that he was joking, that he didn't really believe what he'd just asked.

Belatedly, it occurred to him that Remi hadn't sounded upset by the prospect that they'd had sex while he was unconscious, just mildly confused. What the hell??

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« Reply #23 on: May 02, 2020, 09:17:30 PM »
"That’s not what I meant. I don’t think you’re any sort of monster!" Remi said, his voice rising as well, though it was in his defense of a question that — given Sam’s response — he should’ve found a more delicate way to ask.

He sighed.

"Look, the last thing I remember is the maple grove. Like I said, I've never worked with curses so I can't explain it exactly but... There was a point when I was fighting that I forgot where and who I was. What if it'd left some residue on me? Made it so I forgot later, too?"

He pushed his fingers upwards over Sam’s well-defined chest, not stopping until he had the side of the vampire’s face cupped in his hand. "I’m glad it didn’t, though," he said softly. "I wouldn’t want to forget you. Or us. Any of it."

If he counted his first life, he’d already forgotten Sam once. He didn’t want to do it again.

"So let me try again, please? How’d I end up here?"

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« Reply #24 on: May 03, 2020, 01:53:16 AM »
Samuel was reassured by Remi's responding tone of indignation, even though it wasn't the best idea to be snapping at each other upon waking. The octave told him that Remi was as shocked as he was and there was nothing malicious behind his question, though. The explanation that followed made everything make sense and Remi's touch had Sam smiling crookedly at him while the heat upon his body lit him up like Remi was a match throwing sparks.

If his touch was a sparkler, then Remi's words were explosives and Sam held him tighter instinctively. It was difficult to define how they made him feel but everything inside him became a little bit soft and melty upon hearing that Remi didn't want to miss a moment of them. Sam didn't want to, either. He could understand because it'd been hard to even close his eyes and sleep when he'd had Remi's face and body so close. He'd willingly missed out on staring at the beautiful angel. He had to be crazy.

"I carried you. You passed out after I asked you to put your wings away and I... may have panicked and needed to be somewhere familiar with you. So I ran you here. I also thought it'd be best if you knew where you were when you eventually woke up and I couldn't get you up to your roof. I didn't expect you'd sleep all day as well, so that we could wake up together." He grinned at Remi, his gaze roving his face adoringly.

"Hey," he breathed after a moment of silent contemplation, like he didn't have Remi's attention and he wanted it. "Good evening, by the way. It's nice to see your eyes open, so I don't feel bad about thinking about doing this anymore." Pushing his body forward while his arm drew tighter around Remi's waist, Sam grinned as he tilted his head so that he could slot his lips against Remi's. After a few gentle swipes, his tongue crept out to slide against the angel's warm lips, wanting to delve inside, to hold him close and deepen the kiss until all he could think about was the way Remi smelt when he was newly awake.

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« Reply #25 on: May 04, 2020, 06:06:06 PM »
While Sam recounted the events that had led him to waking up in Sam's bed clad only in his briefs, Remi returned his hand to the vampire’s chest and listened quietly. His appreciation for the man grew with every detail he learned. Not only had Sam carried him all the way to The Luminary, but he’d done it because he’d wanted to make sure he didn’t have a panic attack when he woke up. Remi broke into a grin that rivaled Sam’s, though it wavered when he mentioned how long he’d been asleep. All day? Hadn’t there been—

Then Sam clutched him tightly and his lips were on his and the nagging feeling that he’d slept through something important faded.

He let out a sigh and melted into the kiss, parting his lips at Sam’s prompting. Their tongues surged together and a delicious shiver gripped his spine. He chased the sensation, taking advantage of what little room remained between them to push his hand past Sam’s neck to dig his fingers into his hair and pull him closer, sending their kiss deeper still.

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« Reply #26 on: May 04, 2020, 06:59:19 PM »
Samuel relaxed into Remi, enjoying the ripples of pleasure shooting through him, awakening his body in delicious ways. The realisation that he hadn't told Remi about their date with Jake was there but at the back of his mind. He wanted to enjoy his wake up kiss first, snuggling himself in so that he was more or less wedged beneath Remi, his weighted warmth feeling good atop his chest. If only he could get all of Remi on top of him... but that was probably still too much to hope for.

Shivers inched across his scalp as Remi's hands scraped through his hair and Sam's fingers did the same down Remi's back. His wings being gone was a different sensation but Sam relished the open access to his sculpted, muscular body. He also enjoyed the way Remi reacted when he lightly dragged his nails across his flesh and kneaded the taut planes with his thumbs and fingertips. His hands slid lower, behaving insofar as they remained on the outside of the scant material covering Remi's ass but cupping and squeezing his cheeks with fond vigour otherwise.

He did his best to keep his own hips tilted away, even though he was dying to grind into Remi. He was having too good a time and that was a bold enough move that he anticipated rejection. It was all fun and games until someone poked you with their morning wood and made it awkward. He didn't want to ruin this lovely warm greeting by tainting it with a rebuff, polite as it was likely to be. He and Remi were more than a wake up romp... even though his rampant hormones were telling him that that was a very necessary place to begin. Right then, preferably.

When things began to heat up and it felt like his skin was covered with electricity, Sam broke their kiss and pressed his forehead to Remi's, feeling the angel's panting breaths on a sympathetic level inside himself. Damn. It was getting harder and harder to stop but he felt obligated to relay the message he'd been given. "Um," he broke, off, having to clear his throat because he voice was thick with lust but then he continued quickly. "Your phone rang and I answered it, by the way. I was half asleep, I thought it was my phone until I heard who was calling. It was Jake McCloud. He wants us to meet him at the Capital so you can take possession of the penthouse. I told him we'd be there in about an hour about... ten minutes ago?" he hazarded.

Although the fact that they were running out of time to get up and ready to go see Jake was a serious matter, Samuel laughed about it. It was exciting that Remi would have his own place after tonight - one where he could access him whenever he wanted (assuming Remi gave him a key) - and he couldn't help but feel happy about that. The fact that he was in bed almost naked with Remi might also have been a heavily contributing factor to his overall good humour, too.

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« Reply #27 on: May 05, 2020, 06:49:57 PM »
For the span of several frantic heartbeats after his access to Sam’s lips was revoked, all Remi could do was blink and try to catch his breath. He thought the vampire had intended to give him a break and then there’d be an adjustment, a change in positions, and they’d go back to kissing, but  he started talking instead. His forehead still pressed against Sam’s, Remi squeezed his eyes shut and rolled his bottom lip into his mouth to dig his teeth into it, inhaling deeply through his nose only to let it all go again in as controlled of a burst as he could manage.

Sam wasn’t just talking to talk, he was talking about responsibilities that would force them from each others arms and out of bed: the last thing he wanted right now. Funny, it’d only been a couple of nights ago that he’d flatly refused to join Sam in his bedroom, but a lot had happened since then. He wasn’t worried that they’d built their relationship on something flimsy like their physical attraction to each other; it was made of more solid stuff like knowing they could work through challenges together as a team. And as a part of the team, Remi felt obligated to present a scenario where they didn’t have to get out of bed yet.

He pushed himself up onto his elbow, freeing up his opposing arm to rest it atop the vampire’s cool and unmoving chest. When he looked down at Sam from his new viewpoint, heat was quick to rekindle in his eyes.

"So I’ve learned a little about time," he began. "There’s sixty minutes in an hour. Minus ten, that leaves us fifty." He licked his lips and glanced at the window, then back at Sam, eyebrows raised. "The Capital’s just next door. We can fly, be there in a minute, maybe two."

The reason he’d wanted use of his arm and the hand attached came next.

Without breaking eye contact, he cranked his shoulder back and slid his hand behind him and over the contours of Sam’s chest and abs, catching briefly on the waistband of his soft pajama bottoms on his way to press his palm into the hardness they covered.

Remi’s nostrils flared and when he he spoke next, his words came out low and husky.

"I don’t wanna wait anymore. Do you?"

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« Reply #28 on: May 06, 2020, 12:50:08 AM »
Samuel gulped and shook his head, hardly daring to believe he'd heard correctly - even though it was all right there in Remi's eyes to see. Very soon after, it was on his pants to feel as well and Sam's eyelids drooped at the feel of Remi's warm hand on him. His gaze shifted to Remi's lips as he nudged Remi's hand with his growing erection, unable to resist a thrust driven by the yearning blossoming inside him.

"A-as long as you're sure," he managed, finding himself strangely polite and intimidated.

It wasn't like him to feel inferior but he'd let Remiel make the decisions about how close they got - and how quickly - from the beginning. He'd messed everything with Gene up and he hadn't wanted to do the same with his reincarnation. He'd expected Remi to test his patience for a little longer but now that it appeared his probationary period was up, he wasn't about to refuse, he just... wasn't used to being in charge. Normally, he was confident bordering on cocky; with this relationship, he was still planning to take his cues from Remiel.

Sam tilted his face upwards, his lips skimming across Remi's as he forced himself to look into the angel's glassy eyes. What he read in them bolstered his courage and settled any lingering uncertainty. "I'm sure that I want you inside me," he whispered before he crushed his lips against Remi's. A familiar cocktail of lust and hedonistic desire obliterated his nerves then, sending his tongue forcefully into Remi's mouth while his hands moved.

He roughly shoved his pyjama pants downward, wriggling and shimmying until they were gone, taking most of the bedcovers with them (they'd only get in the way). He was left naked beneath Remi, shuddering when he finally stilled and Remi's hand found his bare cock again. He worked on Remi's underwear next, smiling into their kiss when the angel helped him get rid of them and left himself just as naked. His rod was like silken lava, so hot in Sam's hand as his fingers danced over his length, giddy with the ability to finally do so.

They'd spent far too many nights grinding these parts against each other, forcing restraint and pulling away from slick kisses, that it was intoxicating to know he didn't have to hold back this time. They both wanted to strike this match and see just how hot they could burn and Sam's heart soared with the knowledge. His hips rocked as he thrust sloppily into Remi's hand, breaking away one last, frustrating time - his annoyance audible as he groaned when he rolled away. He reached awkwardly into the drawer of his bedside table and extracted a bottle of lube. Rolling smoothly back, he pressed the bottle against Remi's chest, not caring that it dropped to the mattress before his hand snaked downward again.

Everything in him was tingly but empty. He couldn't get enough of Remi's tongue in his mouth, he wanted Remi's cock in there, too and he sucked on Remi's tongue to prove it. He shuffled close again, his hands roving and squeezing and stroking desperately, trying to convey the message that he was Remi's, hook line and sinker. Anything he wanted to do with him was fine by Sam. He just... needed to do it sooner, rather than later, because Sam was absolutely sick of waiting. Clearly, they both were.

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« Reply #29 on: May 07, 2020, 07:41:52 PM »
Remi was finally able to let go of the wheel and allow his desire to drive him.

He kissed and touched Sam with abandon, and when the urge came to climb atop and rub against him with gravity working in their favor, he could act on it. But when he broke their kiss and began shifting his weight, preparing to throw his leg over the vampire’s middle, something colder and harder than Sam rolled into his hip. The grunt that resulted wasn’t the kind he'd made when Sam had sent a second hand downwards to simultaneously stroke and fondle him; it was a sound of displeasure, and it marked his face with a frown when he pulled the bottle of lube free and tossed it behind him, not seeing nor caring where it went.

Then it was back to his original mission.

After Remi pushed Sam to his back and straddled him, he slid his hand between them to stroke and rub them together as one, swiping his thumb over slickened heads. He hissed in a breath and closed his eyes, his expression growing slack. It felt amazing, but he knew it could feel better.

Remi extracted his hand so he could collapse against Sam’s chest, then hooked his arms underneath Sam’s shoulders to hold him tight. As he started rocking against the vampire, he was overtaken by his need for just a little more: a little more friction, a little more speed, a little harder, thrusting while he kissed and sucked and dragged his teeth over whatever came near his mouth — the shell of an ear, a pouty bottom lip, a strong jaw. Whenever he caught a gasp or moan from Sam, he made sure to revisit the spot, but there’d been more, hadn’t there? A whispered request, something else that Sam had wanted from him.

His thrusting became as erratic as his breathing while he focused on recapturing Sam’s lips for a deep kiss that had him chasing Sam’s tongue around his mouth and pulling away when he began to crawl slowly backwards.

As he went, he tasted and touched as much of Sam’s beautifully sculpted body as he wanted, but when he reached his destination, he paused and urged him to spread his legs. Once there was room, Remi knelt between them and wrapped his hand around Sam’s length, stroking it with a steady and firm grip before he flashed a smile and lowered his head, planning on warming it up the same way he’d warmed the vampire’s lips.