"I know, Chris" he reassures them softly. For as long as they are on this island together, they belong to each other.

Their soft cry brings on a hard throb in his loins, but he pays that no mind. He'd rather pull Chris close and bask in the heat radiating from them. He smiles to himself seeing their eyelids drooping. Good. They should rest and recover. As gently as he can, he lifts them up into his arms and carries them to bed where he draws back the covers and rests them on their side. Erik pauses only to remove his shoes and shirt before he climbs in behind them, curling against their back and protectively encircling them in his arms. They may be taller than he is, but he's perfected the art of spooning larger lovers over the years.

"Dream more sweet dreams," he whispers in their ear. "My light."