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WHO Alex Daniels (

selfperpetuate) and Jordan Leslie (

sensationate)
WHAT magical hijinks turn one man into two. what's a boyfriend to do
WHEN modern day-ish?
WHERE Alex and Jordan's shared home
WHY because it's Leo's fault for being a terrible dad

Sleeping was the absolute worst for someone like Alex. Being an empath, vampiric or not, meant that no matter what, Alex could feel everything. During the day when he was awake and could focus, Alex could just block it out, ignore the desire to find the nearest person and take his fill of of their feelings, their desires. When he was asleep, he had absolutely no control over everyone's feelings rushing in and overtaking his mind as dreams twisted into nightmares and nightmares back to dreams on a whim.

It helped to have Jordan next to him, a soothing, familiar mind to help make a shield around Alex's raw nerve of a mind. Tonight was a bad night and not even his boyfriend laying next to him could stop the emotional onslaught he felt. Tossing and turning, he pushed himself up against Jordan in his sleep until there was no more bed and he pushed Jordan off accidentally, waking up the moment he felt the pain from his boyfriend.

"Damn it," he murmured as he ran his hands through his hair and looked in the direction where he knew Jordan lay on the floor. "You okay down there or do I have to send in search and rescue to bring you back up?"

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With his eyes closed, he was so caught up in the physical and emotional pleasure that he didn't even notice them passing the lube around until he felt the cool liquid hit his skin and his eyes opened. He tilted his head slightly to see him and grinned widely to show off his fangs. Hands moved up, one to rest on Jordan's neck while the other went up to run his fingers through his boyfriends hair, giving him lighter affection than the sloppy handjob and kissing he had been doing early, but no less showing his care for him.

His eyes closed again at the attention he was receiving to his neck and he swallowed sharply, making his adam's apple bob up and down slightly in response. Soft little noises were escaping his mouth and he was eager for more to be done to him, the kissing and fingers not enough for him, greedy as he was for pleasure and contact. "You keep this up and it's going to be messy earlier than you want," he grinned lopsidedly and his voice sounded a little bit out of it. "Your other half wants me to fuck him and I don't want to disappoint."

Edited 2015-01-29 06:47 (UTC)

Practically purring from the softer attention being paid to him, the white Jordan raised himself up and used the hand already on Alex's shaft to guide himself until he was seated firmly and slowly began rocking his hips. Only a light hiss escaped before he returned to his pleasurable sounds, whimpers now clear and often where his kisses turned more desperate and uncoordinated. "Then hurry up," he whined between breaths. "Hurry, hurry, hurry."

Seeing as Alex had moved his hands, the black half used his unoccupied one to resume what Alex had started on his white half and received a rather large gasp and full-body tremble in response. It was only fair they both get doubled up on, after all, only fair his two most coveted people were taken to the proper heights. He tugged at Alex's senses to merge touch and taste now that they were getting so close, hoping to push that hunger further and drive him to that space of happy contentedness that Jordan loved hearing from him. "You'll never disappoint," he promised, sound pushed aside into sight to make him see their breaths and whimpers behind his eyelids.

Once Jordan was in position on him, Alex thrust up hard and fast, moving with a fervor that he hadn't really shown so far outside of feeding. Jordan wanted him to hurry and who was Alex to say no to the man he loved. His hands moved again to hold him close so he could lick a spot on his neck before pressing his lips against it and sucking, starting to feed again, this time not for his own hunger, but for the pleasure it'd add to what Jordan was already getting.

The black half didn't matter to him right now, his focus on the white. The sense merging makes him pause and then he starts up again, trying to push himself faster and deeper into Jordan while devouring more of his emotions. He growls as his sight and sound merge, seeing their noises as light blues and dark purples flashing across his vision. He would say something to the black Jordan, but he's busy, so he adjusts the white one so that Alex can shift forward and expose more of himself to the black half as if to say get it over with already.

Coherence washed away the moment that Alex began tugging at the white Jordan's emotions, the swell of thrumming pleasure kicking up until it was a drum in his ears and sparks down his nerves. His legs spasmed around them both, pulling them tighter where he pressed his body to Alex and gripped his shoulders. His thready breaths matched the pace he tried to set with his own downward motions, body shuddering as he came closer and closer to his climax and could maintain no focus other than to get himself there.

None of this went ignored by the black Jordan, his own pumping keeping up with the tempo of their dance. He bit at Alex's shoulder for the growl, not wanting to face any sort of displeasure from either of them when they were so close to tipping over the edge. When Alex moved to accommodate him, Jordan finally reached far enough in to begin pressing at that sweet spot, firm and steady and with enough insistence to help give that one last push. He didn't need to say anything in encouragement, just hummed in his own satisfaction while they all drove each other to their brinks.

All Alex cared about was pushing Jordan to climax, his own pleasure second even to this goal. He gave soft noises of encouragement against his skin, still feeding greedily on the wave of emotions Jordan was giving out. One hand moved down to grab his thigh when his legs spasmed, almost like he was letting him know he had him and he wasn't going to stop until Jordan was satisfied.

He had become so absorbed in white Jordan's pleasure that he had nearly forgotten about the black half almost immediately after he growled. The bite reminded him and he growled again, though this time far more playful than before. Any sort of thought vanished when the black half hit that spot, intense pleasure filling his entire body. Unable to do anything but respond, his body's thrusts turned short and desperate while he bit down into white Jordan's neck, fangs sinking in deep into his flesh. The emotions seemed almost stronger at the bite and Alex drew in more, not caring if he sucked him dry during this anymore.

Shock coursed through the white Jordan's body at the teeth biting down and into his neck. It was something they had never done before, and the pain didn't even hit before his emotions were intensifying further, his whole body shuddering at the waves overtaking him. His climax hit and he cried out, a warm messiness spreading out between himself, Alex and the black half's hand still there to help them along. With a grunt, he let himself go limp and leaned his weight on Alex while he rode the aftermath rippling through him. He was blinking owlishly, hands moving on automatic over Alex's body to keep pushing him further, as his emotions came to an overflow like he had never experienced before. It was pleasure at its most pure, contentment and love and pride ready to burst. It was beautiful, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could last at that height.

Hearing his other half finishing, feeling the evidence all over his hand, the black half of Jordan let go to press a steadying hand to Alex's chest. He had noticed the bite and saw how much it was affecting his white half, but he seemed to be enjoying it at the same time and Jordan knew it was only temporary no matter how far Alex went. It was okay if his toys got roughed up a bit. He kept going, harder and a faster rhythm, working to bring Alex to the same point he had inspired in the other Jordan already. His own satisfaction wouldn't be complete until Alex had been taken care of as well.

Edited 2015-01-29 16:15 (UTC)

He could feel the climax hit Jordan and rode it through completion, gobbling up all of the emotions that came from him in that far to brief moment of ultimate pleasure. His body slowed to a stop and he held Jordan there for a moment, sucking up the remnants of his climax emotionally as he did. Awareness finally seemed to hit him and Alex realized that his fangs were buried in Jordan's neck. He pulled them out carefully and a rush of blood followed, not really too much since he had missed hitting anything important. There was still enough that when he pulled his mouth away, his lips and fangs were coated in it.

While both Jordans may have wanted to continue for Alex's sake, he had other plans. Pulling away from the black half, Alex moved himself and the white half so that Alex could lay him on the bed and pull out of him. He was still hard and there was a slight quiver in his frame from the desire, but his focus was still on Jordan, running his hand through his hair. "You've done enough, sweetheart. Now I need to take care of your other half." Turning his focus to the black half, he grinned, looking somewhat sinister with the blood on his mouth, and crawled back over. Placing his hands on his shoulders, he kissed him and growled softly. "It's your turn now. And I'm in charge this time."

It was hard to say no to such a loving denial, especially from Alex whose softer side was difficult to coax out at the best of times. Jordan hummed and let himself relax into the comfortable bed, ready to doze but not ready to stop watching. Even if he was out of the ring, that didn't mean he couldn't spectate; he had to know where this was going to go. The blood on his neck didn't even bother him, although when he was more awake later he would lament getting it on the pillowcase and sheets, but now all of his wavering attention rested solely on Alex.

With the hands on his shoulders, the other Jordan kissed back to take control. His hands slid up to dislodge Alex's, intertwining their fingers to hold them away and pushing to get onto his knees and gain the leverage. He wasn't growling, but his whole body had the stance of a predator on the prowl, someone with absolutely no interest in submitting himself even to his beloved boyfriend. "No, I think you're mistaken," he said simply before returning to this kiss. It was a force, conquering and deep, claiming and strong. "You're still mine, Dust."

Now that he was back in contact with the black half, Alex could feel his emotions clearly and knew exactly he felt about this. He smirked during their kiss, amused by this. Neither of them were going to give up control without a fight and Alex was definitely not going to back down like he did earlier. Jordan might think of Alex as his, but Alex wasn't one to just let somebody take control over him.

There was another growl as he fought back during the kiss, gripping Jordan's hands tightly and pushing forward, trying to get him off balance before he could gain any leverage. He wasn't cowed by Jordan's predatory stance, instead being encouraged by it and Alex changed his body language to something similar, a predator about to strike and claim what was his. "I may be yours," he started in a low voice, "but that doesn't automatically make you in control. And I'll make you learn your place."

Jordan knew how tough Alex could be. He usually deferred to that and let Alex have reign of physical control while letting Jordan care for his heart, but right now the black part of Jordan needed both. Everything. He needed all of Alex to be his unconditionally whether he was willing to give it or not, a true show of what he already knew to be right. Nobody could force a willful pixie to give up the ghost.

When Alex pushed back, Jordan shifted his legs and took the fall, twisting to put Alex beneath him and pin his hands up by his head. He lifted his legs to lock his knees around Alex's hips, leaned down to press their foreheads together. "My place is right here," he said, tauntingly before he bent down and began kissing along Alex's neck to finish what he had started along his back half.

The moment Jordan had him pinned, Alex was fighting to escape. He wouldn't go down this easily nor would he just let him get exactly what he wanted. His hands pushed up against Jordan's as he tries to squirm away from his knees locking him into place. Baring his fangs at Jordan, Alex hisses angrily, not at all pleased by this reversal.

"Not for long," he responds as he moves his head to block Jordan from kissing him. Letting him would only distract him and he won't allow that to be how he's pushed into submission. He let out a soft exhale of air before he started to draw out Jordan's emotions from their points of contact, Alex trying to use that as a distraction while he tries to push Jordan off of him and reverse their positions.

Of all the moves to make, that was precisely the worst route Alex could have taken if he wanted to be freed anytime soon. As soon as his emotions were teased, pulled out of him to sate Alex's appetite, Jordan began to growl low in his throat. This resistance wasn't helping, wasn't what he wanted for his precious claimed, wasn't what he was willing to give.

His eyes reversed in coloring as he settled into his power, icy blue pupils surrounded by rings of black, and he dimmed Alex's sense of touch. No more being able to gauge his own struggling, instead seeing colors and patterns for every lick along his shoulder, kiss to his pectorals, the tight grip on his hands and the rocking motion he began, all the places Alex couldn't stop Jordan from reaching. Sounds turned into tastes, Jordan keeping up his growls and rumbles and humming to give something to fill Alex's mouth and disorient him with the pure amount of loving attention and affection and possessive need pouring out of him like a broken dam.

Edited 2015-01-29 21:07 (UTC)

There were only so many moves Alex could have made and yes, it was definitely a mistake, but at least he was trying something. He knew that he had screwed up when he heard the growl, felt the possessiveness grow while he was feeding. Alex cut it off, but he knew it was too late to really stop it unless he drained him completely and that would definitely take a bit for him to do.

Once Alex saw Jordan's eyes change, he started to swear. Everything being changed around wasn't anything new, but this time he didn't want it because it turned this into an impossible uphill battle. He'd deny that it felt good, feeling every motion as colors dancing across his eyes and every noise turning into a wonderful taste that he wanted more of, but his body was responding in the opposite way of what Alex was saying. "You piece of shit cheating bastard," he shouted at him, a growl in his voice. "I'm going to fucking knock you down and make you into my goddamn pixie bitch."

Even after Alex had stopped feeding, Jordan was too far gone to calm down. He was watching for the signs of Alex's physical approval rather than reading meaning into his words; Alex always did like to fight and Jordan wasn't here to change that. He was just here to win. His black half was controlling, a sense of detachment to everything that didn't interest him, and pure entitlement to anything he decided garnered his interest.

The only thing that didn't interest him about Alex right now was the way he was running his mouth, an easy irritation to spark for someone who rode through life on their whims, and Jordan moved back up to seal his mouth with a demanding kiss. He shifted his grip on Alex's hands, bringing them up and over his head. With a quick movement, Jordan shifted Alex's hands to both be held by his right, so he could take Alex's jaw and hold him there before he could wriggle away and start up his cursing storm once again, humming low and on the edge of purring for such a spirited and ultimately useless fight.

It was a good thing that Jordan knew better than to pay attention to what Alex said because he was truly enjoying this despite his anger over being topped so easily by him. The feelings of possessiveness and control rolling over him from Jordan were hard to ignore and it was slowly chipping away his will to fight, though he still wasn't giving up. He just needed another way to go about this.

The kiss was a good way to keep him from talking, but not a good way to keep him quiet as he was still growling alongside a few more needy noises that he couldn't stop himself from making. After everything so far, his body wanted more despite his mind deciding to fight against Jordan. When he felt Jordan's hand move to his jaw, he snarled and tried to jerk his head away either to speak or to snap at the offending hand. Jordan wasn't going to win. Alex wouldn't let himself lose.

At the sudden and violent movement, Jordan pressed further into the kiss to try and hold Alex down. He shifted his grip from Alex's jaw back to his hair and gripped tight enough to hurt without going so far as to cause pain. He tugged at Alex's lip with his teeth, nipping it hard as a warning before licking at it to soothe and go back to what he was doing. Defiance was well and good, and just made this all the more exciting to appreciate.

Now that Alex was still struggling and focused upward, it was time to continue on. Jordan shifted his legs and his lower body, carefully feeling out where he was before lowering himself just enough to tease the tip of Alex's dick with his entrance before pulling away. Once more, closer, then pulling away with his knees locking to try and keep Alex from rising to greet him. Alex didn't get a say in when it would happen, he just needed to enjoy the ride getting there.

There was a grunt at his hair being grabbed that turned into a small yelp when his lip was nipped at. To keep Jordan from doing anything else to it, he sucked on it carefully and turned his head to the side as much as he could to get away from Jordan silencing him. His breathing was short and quick, letting out soft pants as he thought for a moment. Jordan was using only one hand to hold his and he could use that to his advantage to get out of his grasp and turn the tables on him.

All thoughts of breaking free escaped from his mind momentarily as Jordan teased his dick. He cried out in pleasure, the need for attention almost agonizing. Alex wanted Jordan to give him that, but on his own terms instead of letting the pixie completely dominate him like he has the entire time. "Don't be a fucking cocktease, you goddamn pixie," he snapped, looking ready to rip himself out of Jordan's grasp. "You keep doing that and I'm going to come on that pretty ass of yours instead of inside it. And that'd be a waste after how good your other half was to me."

There was only an honest, darkly amused laugh at how far Alex was being pushed. Jordan wouldn't rise to the bait, could see the transparency in bringing up his white counterpart, and knew it was from aggravation and desperation to find a chink in his armor. There was no wiggle room for Alex, he was making sure of it, and he was ready to keep going at his own pace no matter how much Alex tried to rush him.

"What's a waste is how you keep running that mouth of yours instead of using it," he countered. To keep pace with Alex's squirming, he shifted just enough to get an angle on his mouth. The hand holding Alex's shifted in response, a momentary rearrangement to accommodate his new position and, if Jordan noticed that he was no longer invincible even for that brief moment, he didn't let it show.

Edited 2015-01-30 04:12 (UTC)

"Why don't you be a good little pixie and give me your cock so I can use my mouth to suck you dry? It'll be like the first time we met," he purred seductively. Alex was waiting for his moment and when it arrived, he struck. Taking advantage of the moment of weakness, Alex pulled sharply to free his hands and then grabbed Jordan to flip him onto the bed, pinning his hands above his head and putting him in nearly the same position Alex was in.

"Turnabout's fair play, my sweet little pixie," he said before he leaned down and kissed him, hungrily and demanding before it smoothed out into something more gentle and intimate. While he was rough and angry when others were in control of him, he was the opposite when he was the one in control. It didn't make him weaker by any means, but he didn't have to act when he was in control. Ending the kiss, he moved to kiss the tip of Jordan's nose affectionately and grinned. "I'm going to fuck you and make you mine and you're going to enjoy every single moment of it."

Jordan yelled in surprise as his miscalculation wound up being his literal downfall. With a grunt, he was switched around and suddenly top became bottom. That was unacceptable and he bucked immediately to try and throw Alex off, but the unfortunate fact was that Alex was stronger than Jordan. Now that Alex had the leverage on him, it would take quite a bit of effort to budge him and give himself an opening to reclaim his place.

When Alex kissed him, he kissed back in a possessive fervor to try and at least take control of that. At the shift in demeanor he knew was coming, Jordan refused to settle down and leveled an unhappy glare at his vampire. Usually, he would be fine with this. Usually, it was Alex's prerogative to be on top and exert his own control for such a delicate matter. Usually, Jordan enjoyed giving his boyfriend that happiness only Jordan could provide. This was far from the usual fare and all Jordan wanted now was to prove just how thoroughly he could prove Alex belonged to him. "Toys don't get their own toys," he countered. His body was reacting to the excitement in all the wrong ways, but there had never been a point of hiding himself or his emotions from Alex. Denying it would get him nowhere, but he could definitely try to ignore it.

There was a smile as Jordan tried to buck him off, but Alex stayed firm and solid. He was not only the stronger of the two, but he knew how to hold someone down when he needed to keep someone still. There had been plenty of times in the past when he had to restrain people for the safety of others, usually because his feeding had set off emotions that had been kept under control until then.

Alex allowed him control of the kiss and made it obvious so that Jordan knew that it was Alex still in control and that it was only by his desires that he was allowed it. He hummed contentedly at how Jordan's body was reacting and leaned down to suck on his neck, feeding on Jordan's emotions to strengthen them and taste the waves of possessiveness he was giving off. "If I was a toy, you wouldn't be feeling this way, sweetheart," he said, sounding more amused than anything. They really did seem like they swapped.

If Jordan was fond of cheating by altering senses to his benefit, then Alex broke every rule there was by finding the right time to draw out just the right emotion to further his own cause. Possessiveness welled up in him, ready to drown in frustration at not being able to take down what was his the way he wanted, the way he knew was right for this, yet at the very same time his passion was bubbling, simmering and almost ready to boil over. What his body was inspiring and what his mind wanted were at odds with each other, a conflict brought to the fore thanks to Alex's rather deftly-timed feeding.

His growl morphed into a moan without his consent and it only served to rile him up further. His breathing was beginning to get heavy, but he wasn't going to give up and was nowhere near letting his fire dim. Neither of his desires would diminish as long as Alex had him right there. "Toys are made for playing with," he said firmly. "Why wouldn't I be feeling this way?"

He could taste the conflict of emotions swirling around inside of him and Alex focused his feeding on the passion welling up. This was meant to be good for both of them and Alex was going to make sure Jordan enjoyed himself to the fullest. He fed a little bit more on the possessiveness to strengthen it even more before he stopped feeding and licked his neck.

Not pulling away, Alex breathed softly against the damp skin to add a sensation to what Jordan was sure to already be feeling. "I'm more than a toy to you," he said happily like the thought of being so loved was the greatest thing in the world. "I'm your precious and no toy could ever be as great as me." As he was finishing up talking, he very obviously started to loosen his hold on Jordan's hands. Alex has his fun being on top, but he knew Jordan desired to possess him and that mean Jordan was to be in control.

After all the build up Alex had encouraged, Jordan took immediate advantage of the allowance. His grip shifted down to Alex's wrists and he swapped them over once more. His eyes had grown wide with desire, desire to claim and desire to finish what he had started. This was all his now, and of course he was going to make sure Alex appreciated it. He wasn't a fool and knew Alex had given him this out of proper respect for their current predicament.

This time he didn't try to keep Alex's hands pinned. Instead, Jordan framed his face and kissed him deep and lasting before he moved down to his jaw, his neck, the nape, just going for anything he could reach to make his and make loved. At the same time, he was adjusting himself to sit more solidly on Alex this go around, less teasing and more of a promise and reward for the excellent behavior. "You're the best toy," he murmured approvingly. "Because you're mine, and I collect nothing but the absolute best."

When they swapped, Alex stretched himself out as if to show off for Jordan and let him take in all of his precious. He looked up at Jordan and smiled, glad to see that he was right about feeding on him to strengthen his emotions. This was going to be fun, probably even more than what he had with the white half. Speaking of, he glanced over to him and looked pleased to see he was watching them. Good, Alex didn't want him to miss this.

His attention snapped back to the Jordan he was currently with, hands reaching up to card through his hair and tease a nipple. Alex moaned into the kiss, enjoying it immensely and not being too upset when Jordan's attention moved elsewhere on his body. He would be happy with this continuing for a while despite his body wanting to move forward and relieve the erection he has had this whole time. "I'm yours," he agreed contently. "Always and forever."

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