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]

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.