ph_logs | you see me now, a veteran, of a thousand psychic wars [Open]

That mention of giving Chris an endearment steals their breath for a moment, and warms their heart. Chris whispers, "I would like that. Very much."

They haven't always picked up on the affection and love in Erik's voice -- too used to missing out on such things -- but they are now. Once Chris was able to admit to themself that they love Erik, they could see the same in him.

In answer to the question about the demons found in the Between, Chris nods. "They attacked me. I was frightened, of course I was, and my mind blanked out... except for one word. The one that lets me summon ghosts back to the physical world -- Eternity. But this time... I realized it's not like a spell that always has the same effect. It's like... a word of power. The first demon who tried to touch me got electrocuted. And it was so strange... like the lightning was a living thing that just needed me as a conduit."

Chris takes a breath. "There were quite a few of them, though. Six, if I counted correctly. And I was operating mostly on instinct... I only had my own memories and experiences at the time, and I'm used to defending myself with a gun, not magic. One of the big ones managed to grab me while I was attacking another... covered my mouth so I couldn't speak. It realized I had to speak to attack. And they..."

Pause. Another breath, this one shakier. And Chris turns for a moment so that their face is pressed against Erik's shoulder... then they move to kiss his throat. (It's over, it's done, Erik is here and you're safe now...)

"I'll try some on you. See if you like them."

He can almost close his eyes and see it playing behind them. Chris, his dear Chris, alone and facing impossible odds. Yet they invoke that power and prove themselves to be no easy prey. Eternity? He wonders why that word? But that's immaterial to the story now.

In fact, nothing else matters, now, but how their breath shakes when they pause, how they reach for him for comfort, kiss him as if trying to kiss this horror away.

His fingers slide into their hair, caressing the back of their head once more over that scar without knowing the connection. "Chris, my light, you do not need to say it. Not if it will hurt you to."

"Maybe not all of it. The details will upset you, too." Chris brings a hand up, caresses along Erik's side. Erik's fingers in their hair feel so nice, even as he touches the scar beneath, it brings Chris comfort.

"In the end, I couldn't fight against all of them. I said that there was no one for me to tell, but they didn't believe me or they didn't care. I was thrown down to the ground and two of them held me down... and one of the bigger demons, h-he... stepped on my head. I felt my skull crack, felt my scalp split -- then... nothing."

Chris shudders, and their hand moves from Erik's side to rest over of one of his hands in their hair -- to prevent him from pulling away. They press another kiss -- this one harder, almost desperate -- to Erik's lips this time. Then another, and another, as if to blot out the pain of the recollection with the comfort of Erik's love.

Chris's voice is a hoarse whisper, "I woke up in my bed at midnight, missing a week. It's the longest I've stayed dead, and I think it's because I died Between."

"They will, because I love you." Hearing the ways they get hurt can't possibly be anything but painful to him, but that, he's realizing, is the price of love. He'll pay it willingly every time.

When Chris explains further, Erik's fingers massage over that scar beneath their hair with a sudden purposefulness. Now he knows. He can feel the split there, jagged, but healed. Their hand keeping his in place reassures him that touching it isn't taboo.

He digs his fingers possessively into their scalp and kisses them back just as hard, just as needy. If he could, he would drink those memories out of them, drink away that pain, but the best he can do is this. Despite all his fears of inadequacy, this does feel like enough.

"A whole week..." that's upsetting enough, but another question surfaces now. "Did anyone else know?"

Erik doesn't need to be afraid of inadequacy -- he is always enough for Chris. Chris moves to sprawl their body out on the sofa (which means halfway onto Erik's body as well) and lays their head on his shoulder.

"My brother Rick was worried when I didn't call, but that was about it on the personal side for folks who gave a damn. Work was irritated by the 'no call, no show' but I kept my job by telling them I'd been sick." Chris gives a wry, brief laugh. "Actually, I told them I was sick with the flu." (Parallels!)

Chris coughs, then says, "I'm glad you're here, Erik. It feels... far less painful to talk about when I have you here to listen. Just being with you... is a comfort."

He wraps them in his arms as soon as they lean against him, being careful to keep a throw blanket around them still as well. No getting chills.

"You were brave for facing that on your own," Erik says, trying to laugh along but failing to conceal his worry when Chris coughs again.

"You won't be alone now. I'm glad I can make the pain less. I will always want to take your pain from you, my light. Now, speaking of comfort? I'm still waiting to hear about that dream you had, you know?"

Chris catches that worry, and runs a gentle hand along the side of Erik's face. Softly: "I like that one. I like the idea of being your light, and making things brighter." A flicker of a smile, and Chris says, "And I like being yours."

Their smile widens when Erik turns the conversation back to their dream.

"If you insist, love. I dreamed that I was soaking in a nice hot bubble bath... and then you came into the bathroom and asked to wash my hair." Chris plays with a lock of Erik's hair after this, and elaborates, "You massaged my scalp and the back of my neck, and I felt like I was finally able to let go and relax..."

Then they giggle, and tease, "Except in my dream... my dear love was afflicted with wandering hands! Kept reaching under the bubbles to touch other places, too. So, naturally, I had to kiss dream-Erik about it."

"That's what you are. That's what you do." He gently turns his head in their hand to kiss their palm.

He chuckles and lets his hands start to wander now across their chest, toying gently with a nipple. "It seems that your dream Erik and your waking Erik have similar tastes. I would enjoy pampering you in a luxurious bubble bath. Oh, yes. My hands, too, would be tempted to wander. Kissing will only encourage me, you know."

Chris makes a soft, pleased noise at Erik's touch, nuzzling their face against him.

"Mm-hm. Pretty sure we splashed water all over the place... the dream jumped forward, I suppose, because then I was all wrapped up with a towel and you were carrying me into the bedroom. You put me on the bed, told me to lay back..." Chris squirms a little in the remembering, "and it gets a little fuzzy. You were down between my legs for... quite a while."

Chris deliberately leaves the details out at that point. If Erik wants to recreate their dream, well... leaving a spot for him to get creative will be fun for both.

"Maybe..." Chris drops a kiss to Erik's skin, "maybe I'll let you eat me out til you're bored with that bit of me..."

He loves feeling them squirming just from remembering. They might even be starting to feel him responding to it if they're paying attention to any sudden hardness at the small of their back. Only his worry for stunting their recouperation keeps him from letting his hands dive down their front. For now he contents himself with pinching and stretching their nipple between his fingers, hoping to make them squirm even more.

"That is certainly the benefit of having an undead boyfriend, isn't it? I can spend hours teasing you, licking you, sucking just the right places until you're teetering on the edge, only to pull you back and work you up all over again, and I will never grow tired." He's apparently already thinking all kinds of creative things. "And never, ever bored."

Chris gives a little squeak, and indeed squirms, as Erik plays with their nipple more intently. His words send a rush of heat and longing through Chris's body, reminding Chris of the times that Erik has done what he's describing.

"Mm, but... you did stop in my dream. Eventually." Chris has apparently noticed Erik's response, if the way they wriggle their hips to settle more firmly in his lap is anything to go by. "You turned me over onto my stomach, and-- and you'd been driving me crazy with your tongue already so I begged you..."

Chris's eyelids flutter, and they lean back to catch Erik's eye (also baring the length of their throat to him). Their voice is soft and needy as they repeat their words from the dream, "Please, love, please use your hands on me..."

"I'm sure my dream self didn't want to wear you out too badly," There's a grin in his voice strong enough that they should already be able to hear it without turning to look.

He purrs as their wiggling brushes over his ever-increasing hardness. Everything about them is begging for more even before the words drop from their lips like sweet nectar. How could he ever refuse them?

His eyes are soft and full of love for them as they lean back to look. He drops his mouth to their neck and drapes their flesh in a line of wet kisses. At the same time, his hands skim down their chest, to their belly, and then to the hem of their clothes, teasing at slipping beneath.

"It won't hurt you if I give you that hand now, will it?"

"I might tire out sooner, but I'll be fine. As long as you don't tease me as much as you did in my dream..."

Chris regards Erik with an exaggerated little pout. "I mean, I do have to be prepared... all slicked up to be fucked... but dream-Erik only used one finger for the longest time... and when I asked so nicely for another... he only switched which one finger he was using! So mean..." Despite those last words, their tone of voice has been playful throughout. They run one hand through Erik's hair and return those soft, wet kisses wherever they can reach.

"You can touch me if you want to, Erik. And if I fall asleep, I'll return the favor when I wake up again, okay?" Chris smiles warmly, eyes just as full of love for Erik. "You can take me to bed and cuddle me while I rest."

"But my dream self has such clever ideas..." That does sound exactly like something he'd do to tease Chris, especially if it gets them to pout so cutely. He's putting that on his list for later when they're healthy enough for it.

"I always want to," he answers, as he nibbles their ear lobe with just his lips. "Okay, but just so you know, I get pleasure from the acts of pleasing. If you haven't the energy later, I won't be left unsatisfied." With the prospect of cuddling them while they sleep dangled so enticingly in front of him, he's decided to put his all into tuckering them out so they can do just that.

His hand briefly recedes to his mouth so he can wet his fingers, and then he takes the plunge, sliding down their front to run teasing circles around their glans with just enough pressure to feel good but also to keep them riding that desperate edge without tipping over too soon. Maybe they should pout some more.

"Mm... it could be much later, when I feel all better." Chris concedes, in the face of Erik's concern. They press a kiss to his jawline and murmur, "I like to please you, too."

Chris moans quietly when Erik begins touching them, letting their eyes flutter closed for a moment to focus on just that sensation. They squirm a little more, and then.... as they realize he's holding back enough to keep them on the edge, Chris gives a little huff. (Not quite a pout, just yet.)

Chris takes hold of Erik's wrist and rocks their hips, hoping to reposition enough so that their glans comes in contact with Erik's palm instead -- pressing up against him more firmly for a few moments. "Love," Chris says softly, "you know how I like it..."

(And, to be fair, Chris knows that Erik likes getting them flustered and worked up before doing things the way Chris likes...)

"I know you do. And you do it well." Lest they ever doubt that.

A wicked grin curls on his lips pressed to the side of their neck. He wondered how long it would be until they called him out. It's a tug-of-war he never tires of.

"Are you saying you would like me to add a second finger?" he answers playfully--no hint of shame. But he does finally show some mercy, pressing the heel of his palm up and down against them.

"I do love when you put me in my place."

"Maybe I'll prepare myself next time, and only call for you when I'm ready." Chris mock-threatens.

And then Erik firms his touch, and Chris makes a pleased noise low in their throat. They move their hips some more, now with the intention of rubbing against Erik as a reward for being nice.

"Mm... put in your place? I should make a note then. Get on top and ride you more often," Chris smirks. But they will (later) if Erik shows interest...

"Maybe you should," he says, playfully nipping at the shell of their ear. Which subsequently means he's moaning in their ear when they wiggle on top of him.

"Now you're threatening me with a good time." He's very interested.

Good behavior deserves some more reward. His hand moves faster, building into the rhythm he knows they like.

"Oh..." Chris gasps, then again, "oh, Erik..."

Words are difficult when the feelings are this much and this good. They brace one foot against the end of the couch as their body shivers with pleasure.

Chris's hand slips from Erik's wrist, down to grasp at his thigh, and Chris moves with that faster rhythm -- mouth closed against moaning aloud, although they can't stop the needy noises entirely. "Mm, mmm... l-love..."

"Yes, my light," Erik purrs, "Glow bright for me."

He's all done with teasing now, too enthralled by the way they move and moan on top of him. He'll be seeing and hearing it in his memories for a long time after.

As he listens to their heart hammering, and those words dripping from their lips, he increases the pressure just that tiny little bit, while he kisses the pulse in their neck and coos, "I love you, Chris."

Chris holds tight to Erik's leg, needing that grounding contact. This is better than any dream, because it's real, because it's Erik really here with them... but the words won't form right. Between gasps and moans, Chris manages to say,

"Yours... always..."

And then Erik increases the pressure of his grip... and it's those sweet words as much as the physical pleasure that tips Chris over the edge into ecstasy, with a soft cry.

The after is fuzzy with sudden tiredness... but the fire makes the room warm, and Chris is safe in their lover's embrace, and... and they are loved. They give a contented sigh and let their eyes drift closed.

"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."

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aaaand wrap! <3