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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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Oh, the white half of Jordan was paying rapt attention. He was tire and sated and ready to sleep, but he couldn't possibly think of nodding off before seeing how this ended, watching himself with his Alex and what would be done. It was mesmerizing. His black half was shifting his hands, dragging them down Alex's chest with light scraping nails and moaning appreciatively for initiative Alex was taking. His oral attention turned to Alex's nipples and he began to suck, his focus split by one hand reaching out and away toward where the lube had been discarded in the mussed sheets.

His white half noticed, and moved to hand it over, ending up sprawling where he lay now closer to watch. He'd already had his fun and his black half was in the zone with no need for him to interrupt. The black Jordan took the bottle and found one of Alex's hands to place it into. Pulling away from his work for a moment, he said, "Get me ready, precious."

Body arching up into the nails and hands, he groaned and gasped at how good it felt to him. Not only was the physical touch getting to him, but he could feel Jordan's emotions through it, feeling it like it was getting painted on him. There was no way his mind could keep its attention on the white and honestly, white had his moment so it was time for black to get what he wanted and Alex was more than happy to provide for the man he loved.

It took a moment for his mind to clear the haze of pleasure enough to realize what Jordan wanted from him. Once he did, he didn't do anything with the lube quite yet. Instead, he had his free hand trail down Jordan's body, taking his time until he reached his dick, curling his hand around it and starting to stroke slowly. "Please fuck me," he whined, a begging tone to his words that was rare to hear coming from Alex. "Show me that I'm yours completely."

Jordan couldn't help the stuttered moan at Alex starting to work him up at his own, sensual pace. He bent his head to nuzzle along Alex's jaw, showing and radiating appreciation for Alex giving himself over so thoroughly exactly as he should. He let it continue for moments longer as he moved one hand to play with one of Alex's nipple where his mouth had left off, the other going to tangle in his hair while he kissed him rough and needy, lacking all the gentleness he was showing elsewhere. It was a reward and a reminder, and they were at the point where Alex would take anything Jordan gave him and be happy for it.

"Get me ready," he repeated as he pulled away. His hands remained where they were, small and mesmerizing motions. However, most of all he wanted to see Alex, see him get them prepared so that he could finish his claim and give them both what they so badly wanted.

Hearing Jordan moan was the best sound Alex could imagine, especially coming from this half of his boyfriend, and it was because of him that Jordan was making this noise and a warm feeling of accomplishment spread through his body. The gentleness and roughness mixed together felt so good to Alex and he let out a gasping moan in response. He wanted everything Jordan would give him and more.

"Yes, master," he responded, his tone teasing as he popped open the bottle of lube and worked to generously spread it along his shaft, his hands stroking him to help. Once he was satisfied with that, he took the hand slicked with lube and wiped it on the sheet before closing the bottle, putting it aside so that he could reach up and play with both of Jordan's nipples until he felt it was time for them to continue on.

Things were going his way and Jordan had nothing to complain about. At the quip, tweaked the nipple and tugged on the hair, turning his attention upward to Alex's face long enough to give him a look. He was so much more than a master, it was practically disrespectful to kid about it. When Alex started to play on his own, Jordan closed his eyes and breathed long through his nose to clear his mind. The pleasure was fantastic, but it would be even better when he brought it to Alex instead.

"You're such a good one," he said, shifted up and off Alex long enough to reposition himself. His hands moved to Alex's legs to pull him closer and into the better position he would need, pushing himself inside without any warning before he leaned down and went back to that wonderful kiss they had been working on. Even in the kiss, he had to speak and make himself known, had to share the words between them that they both knew. "You're all mine, everything. I'll never let you escape."

When Alex saw Jordan's face at the master comment, he grinned to show off his fangs and let out a light, happy laugh. He knew that master didn't come even close to what Jordan was to him and Jordan had no need to get anywhere near insulted by what he said. He bit his lower lip and gave him a slightly apologetic look, both for what he said and the laugh at his reaction. He couldn't help but be a wild mess of emotions from his feeding thus far and the waves still hitting him from Jordan.

His legs automatically curled around Jordan's waist when he pushed into him, Alex crying out in pleasure, his body arching up into Jordan's as his hands reach up and claw into his back and his head tilting back only slightly before he positions himself properly for the kiss. His kiss is desperate and needy like its the last kiss of his life and he wants it to go on forever. "Yours. Don't ever want to escape," he murmured, whimpering and gasping against his lips. "My pixie. My beautiful, wonderful, fantastic pixie. Yours forever and ever."

When they came together, it just felt right. Seamless. Jordan moaned into the kiss, opting to put his focus there instead of speaking; those confirmations were what he needed to hear. Now it was time to move on past words and with strong, solid thrusts Jordan kept his focus exclusively on Alex rather than the pleasure tingling down his spine from his own actions. One hand remained on Alex's thigh while the other shifted and began working at Alex's dick to double the overflowing attention.

It was easy to fall into the rhythm. Alex's own senses meant Jordan could put his world into Alex and the emotions would help feel and understand where he was coming from. That sort of free, pure expression meant so much to him when what he felt was impossible to make understood to the likes of the grays or even other demons. In day to day life, it wasn't much of a frustration because he didn't care, but when it came to Alex, his desires for Alex's well being meant making sure Alex knew he was loved, too. That was definitely an important but sometimes difficult part of being the one in charge.

It was more than right, it was perfect. Being together with Jordan like this, it was like drowning, every part of him filled with possession and desire, everything Jordan was willing to give him to show him his love. When Jordan started stroking Alex's dick, his body didn't know where it should thrust at first, moving off rhythm until it found a new one that was better accommodating to the double attention he was getting now.

One hand reached up to hold to back of Jordan's head and Alex's lips started to wander, kissing the corner of his mouth before moving along his jaw, down his neck, and to his shoulder. Breathing gently against his skin, Alex tilted his head to expose the side of his neck, baring it for Jordan and revealing what he wanted from him. He wanted Jordan to mark him, show the world that Alex was owned and his and that nobody could take him away from Jordan.

Finding the right pace was a bit of a challenge but, like most things, they figured it out with no words necessary. Alex getting his own pace down meant Jordan had very little work to do in order to keep up. His motions just got stronger as he went, a slow build to an inevitable conclusion and soon he had to shift his hand from Alex's thigh to the sheets next to him for balance.

Kisses placed down his body were only adding to the fire building up inside of him. This whole thing wasn't for himself, but it would be a lie to say he wasn't interested in getting to an end for them both by this point. When Alex bared his neck for him, Jordan growled softly in a strong indicator of approval before he pounced upon the unmarked skin to take it all. Every part of Alex would be his, he would make sure of it, and this encouragement from Alex himself only made his instincts flare up even stronger. There were no words, just action and satisfaction, affection and love and possessiveness and surety. This was them, how they belonged, the two of them eternally summed up in this single moment.

Just as Alex was never quiet normally, he wasn't quiet during sex. As Jordan's motions built up in strength, so did Alex's volume increase. While he could be quiet when the situation called for it, he preferred to be as loud so that Jordan knew just how much he enjoyed what he was doing with him. His hands gripped onto Jordan tightly as he pushed himself harder and faster, wanting to get to the pleasure that was getting closer and closer with each passing moment.

While Jordan marked Alex, he was kissing his shoulder and starting to feed on him again, wanting to push his emotions higher and higher until they reached their peak right before he reached nothing. Thankfully for them both, even in the haze of pleasure during sex, Alex knew the exact point where that was for Jordan and stopped when he got there. Jordan might want Alex to enjoy this, but Alex wasn't going to let this end until Jordan got the same amount of enjoyment from this as he does.

All of the noise, the physical focus, the taste of Alex his lips, the smell and sight all melded into one. Even normally, a pixie's sense was never truly a singular sense, but as everything zeroed in on Alex it felt like he was coming in to one giant sense for Alex and Alex alone. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever felt and exactly why Alex was the most precious thing he could imagine. And Alex was his, all his and Jordan would never give him up.

His heart started to pound in his ears, his body trembling as his own nerves were set alight from the encouraged emotions. There was no complaint from him, as long as he could preserve the focus of bringing Alex to his ultimate climax. If Jordan was brought along for the ride, that was just fine. Considering the thrum, the pleasure, the frenzy, that full seat of want and desperation to do what he needed to do, it wouldn't be long before they were both brought exactly where they needed to be. Lost as he was in Alex, his own movements only intensified to match the new heights.

He could feel the pressure building up in his body and it was Jordan's focus on Alex that finally pushed him over the edge into the torrent of pleasure they had been working him up towards. Alex screamed Jordan's name as he climaxed, nails digging into his back hard enough to make him bleed and his body unable to do anything but a few short aborted thrusts as he rode the pleasure to its end.

Looking up at Jordan, Alex smiled, the red in his eyes bleeding away back into his soft, natural green. He was no longer hungry and satisfied in every way possible. That didn't meant he was going to let this end now. His legs stayed tight around Jordan's waist, keeping him locked inside of him for now despite Alex being done. "I'm yours to use," he said softly, reaching up to run his thumb over Jordan's lips. "Fuck me until you're satisfied, sweetheart."

Being entirely honest, it was Alex's own climax that turned Jordan on more than anything else thus far. That achievement, that control that he had brought about, the ownership represented in full, it was satisfaction more than the physical reactions could have hoped to match. At Alex's offer, his body slowed only momentarily to a stop. The hand that had been working Alex's cock moved and wiped off on the sheets before Jordan curled his hand around Alex's waist and held on tightly.

"Perfect," he murmured, raising his head to look and see the calm green that he had brought there. "You're my perfect Alex. Gorgeous, so sweet... all mine." His motions had resumed, less measured than before, anything to bring him over the edge of this build up he had worked into. His own climax hit soon after and he pressed his face into Alex's neck, breathing deep and joyful, body shuddering all the way down his spine. He was soon back to kissing, licking, hand moving to roam Alex's abdomen to ensure his precious belonging's pleasure lasted as long as possible, too fully satisfied himself to care about anything else.

It was obvious to Alex how much satisfaction Jordan got from his climax. He was glad to offer it up to him, give him complete ownership over his mind and body like he so desired. Alex enjoyed being Jordan's most precious thing because it gave him some meaning to his life after everything before had made him into nothing. If it meant Jordan was happy, he'd give him everything.

He moved his body to help Jordan reach climax, though it was slower and lazier than when he was trying to reach his own. The trouble sleeping plus his two rounds with a Jordan each was enough to exhaust him in a way sex usually couldn't. It was only afterwards that Alex said something, laying there and allowing Jordan to continue with his affection, legs unlocking and falling to the bed almost uselessly. "I'm yours," he replied with a soft sigh as his eyes closed halfway. "But you're mine. My sweet, delicious pixie."

When Alex loosened his hold, Jordan took that opportunity to gently pull out. He was moving then, slow and tired but with obvious purpose, shifting Alex up against himself until he could get him moved to lay alongside his white half. He reached up to give his other half a kiss and ran a hand through his hair and tacit permission to sleep now that they were done, then turned and did the same for Alex. Without explaining himself, he left the bed and padded into the bathroom to clean himself off.

Thankfully he was a rather limber person and could reach even the small rivulets of blood on his back with some finagling and when he came back out, Jordan looked nothing less than perfectly satisfied and mussed. He climbed back onto the bed, reaching between his two most precious things to make sure they wouldn't wake up uncomfortable either, then set the washcloth aside to lock himself in up behind Alex, close enough that he could reach across and hold onto his white half, as well. These were his, he'd claimed them and made them and no one would even dare thinking about taking them away, and he was happy with that.

The moment Alex was shifted over to the white half, he latched onto him, burying his face into his neck and sighing contently. It didn't matter to him which Jordan he was with as both of them were equal to him and he'd never try to choose between them. Both were part of Jordan and Alex would never one half over the other when it was the two working together that made up his boyfriend.

He didn't seem to notice the black half leaving, but even if he did, he didn't seem to care. Jordan would be back, after all. And he was and Alex twisted himself a little to expose the mess covering his front, wanting to make it easier for Jordan to clean. Once that was done, Alex shifted back into his previous position and hummed contently, snuggling up tighter and closing his eyes when the black half joined them for good. Now it was time to rest and later they'd have more fun.

Once they had all sufficiently rested, it was finally the proper time to get up for the day. Time wasn't going to wait for them, and they did in fact have things to do that compromised their ability to stay home and explore all of the implications of having two halves of one boyfriend available for who knew how long. On the other hand, they were going to have to figure out how to fix it because such things simply couldn't last forever without consequence. Still... now wasn't the time for that.

Standing out in the kitchen, both black and white halves of Jordan were finishing their dressing routine in order to be around Alex while he cooked. Normally Jordan would have been fine hidden away in the bathroom, but both halves separated from their whole meant they were somewhat on edge and less willing to take their belongings for granted. Namely, Alex. So here they were, facing each other and working on their ties as if they were mirror images. It was fairly adorable.

"Is that kale?" asked the white Jordan, eyes momentarily sliding toward Alex while his hands continued to move. His was a nicely colored blue suit with a white shirt underneath, a warm brown and red tie to set it off.

"Smells like it," said the black Jordan. He was wearing something sharp with pinstripes, a black undershirt to finish off the color coding and make it blatantly obvious which of them was which for the duration. It had happened by mutual, unspoken agreement purely out of the amusement factor it would bring. With a grin, he added, "I'm smelling orange and strawberry, too."

While both Jordans were working on their ties, Alex was making breakfast. He was chopping up a number of different vegetables and tossing them into a skillet to saute while he was also scrambling up eggs and chopping up fruit to make into smoothies. Of the two of them, he was the one who cooked and actively enjoyed the challenges of making meals for a vegetarian when Alex himself just preferred emotions and meat, though he was starting to eat less meat thanks to living with Jordan as long as he has.

"You'd both be right," Alex responded, not even looking away from his task. Unlike them, he was already dressed for work, wearing blue jeans and his garage's shirt. His piercings were already put in as well, having done all of his dressing and getting ready before starting to cook since he knew how long cooking usually took. "Once you're done playing with yourself, I'll give you something to tide you over until I'm done."

Obviously, for a garage job there was less involved in looking proper for the day. That aside, Jordan just enjoyed the ritual of getting prettied up and this was no except. There was never a point to not looking good or otherwise ignoring one's own self-care. If you didn't focus on yourself first, how would you ever be able to focus on someone else as well? Regardless, they both finished up and moved to Alex at the veiled invitation, black half coming up from behind to wrap his arms around Alex's waist and place his head on his shoulder while the white came up from the other side and leaned into him curiously to see what exactly he was working on.

While Jordan did cook for himself a lot before meeting Alex, having Alex blossom under the challenge of making things without such a staple food meant Jordan had gotten a bit rusty. Jordan had never really eaten meat and never intended to give it a try. It had nothing to do with health or lifestyle or any of that, however, just that meat was a particularly gross and nasty feeling that made it terrible for food.

"We'll never be done," the white half said with amusement. The black one then added, "But we'd be more than willing to play with you, too. As you learned earlier."

When both halves came over at his invitation, he was waiting for them with a piece of fruit in both hands, pineapple for the white half and banana for the black half, holding them up so that they could take them from his hands with their mouths. Once the fruit was taken, Alex went back to work as if he wasn't surrounded by both halves of his boyfriend. The eggs were about finished, so he took them off the hot burner, turning it off while he did, and put a lid on the skillet to let them keep cooking. The vegetables still had some time left, so he was going to go back to cutting up the fruit.

"I'll play with both of you later," he replied, voice getting low as he spoke, eyes starting to turn red at the edges of his irises. "I'm going to suck you both off at the same time and then fuck you so hard you won't remember which half you are."

Excellent choices. While they both took the invitation to pluck their morsels away with their mouths, the white half chose to use his tongue as extra leverage against the fingers holding it; the black half chose his teeth, scraping them lightly along the pad of Alex's finger. The white Jordan hummed in appreciation and moved as Alex did to give him room for what he was doing. His counterpart merely shifted without actually letting Alex go for a single moment. Neither of them cared to move away, but they apparently had their different ways of keeping close.

"Such lofty promises," teased the Jordan behind Alex. He purred almost as if he were teasing. "I'm going to make sure you live up to them, Dust. To the very letter."

The other Jordan gave Alex an appraising, affectionate look. "He wouldn't disappoint us, not after talking so big," he said.

It was interesting to him how there were differences between the two sides of Jordan, even ignoring the fact that they were the black and white sides. He wanted to learn all of the differences between them so that when they finally came together as one person again, Alex would have learned everything he could about his Jordan, more than anyone else could ever hope to learn. Leaning over to the white half, Alex pulled him into a kiss, reaching down and grabbing the front of his pants to squeeze.

"I didn't disappoint you two earlier, did I?" He broke away from the kiss to go back to cooking, wanting to at least tease them. "I'm more rested now. I'll fuck you both into oblivion and you'll love it."

When his white half received a kiss, the black one leaned in and began to nibble at Alex's ear. He was hungry for actual food, yes, but there were plenty of other things he could think of to distract himself from that if Alex was up for more. His white half gasped into the kiss, then grinned and laughed at the obvious playfulness going around. This was a good morning and it would hopefully stay that way all into the evening when they reconvened.

"We will," the white one agreed. "Don't start anything without me while I go earn our paycheck at work today. Or I'll be very cross."

"Cross, huh?" the black one said from where he was still breathing softly against Alex's ear. "Maybe we'll want you that way."

Alex let out a groan when Jordan nibbled his ear and he could feel his body respond to the attention. He was going to behave and not do anything until later, but if this was how things were going to be, then his boyfriend could wait to eat. Making sure to turn off burners and move the food around so that it wouldn't burn, Alex's attention went back to the white half and he growled.

"Why make him cross when we can just give him a taste of what's to come right now?" He pulled the white half close and leaned in enough to almost kiss him, teasing right now instead of doing anything. "Or we can make him very, very cross by tying him up and just making him watch while we have some fun, sweetheart. What do you think about that?"

The white half breathed softly, taking in the closeness of their bodies and the position it put not only himself and Alex, but his other half behind him. This was hot, and the heat had nothing to do with the stovetop right next to them. He grinned and moved forward to steal a kiss while his black half growled low and appreciative.

"We could do both," the black half said right into Alex's ear. It was a hum, a whisper, something meant for just them. "Show him, give him, take that smug look on his face because he won't get to choose."

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