and I'm having double trouble [ closed ]

[selfperpetuate]

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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[sensationate]

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."