ι ѕєє α вα∂ мσση αяιѕιη' ♡

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He couldn't actually come up with a good enough reason to support opposition in their little game, so he stayed silent, growing redder. He rested his fingers on his boyfriend's? lover's? companion's? sister's brother's? shoulder, feeling the muscle shift underneath his skin. "Because."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alex crawled until he was nearly hovering over him, his lips skimming his forehead, "Because?"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He swallowed a bit, feeling the heat radiating from his proximity. It relaxed him, whether he wanted it to or not. But why would anyone not want? "It makes me feel funny. Warm and fuzzy. It's weird." He murmured.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"That's a good thing," He trailed his lips down his temple to his cheek, "It means you like it."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He rested his forehead against his, nuzzling against him. It was comforting and warm. He hadn't felt this boneless in a while, mostly because he was always tense for a Downworlder or demon attack, whether on the streets or in the Institute.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

He smiled and trailed his lips down to Nikolas', giving him a gentle kiss.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He kissed him back quickly and pulled away to grin up at him. He pushed him gently off and sat up with a subtle sigh. "What should we do today?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"What's wrong with this?" Alex hummed, gently running his hand up Nicky's leg.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He squirmed a bit. "Besides being something you'll regret as soon as you wake up from whatever possession you're under?" There was an ache in his voice that could only come from natural self depracation. His self loathing became second nature to himself, like habit, something he was used to. "I can think of several different things that would bide time besides."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"You're very harsh," Alex clucked his tongue, hand settling on his thigh, "I won't regret you."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He winced. "It's what's appropriate. I only regret the volume I said it in." He sighed and nuzzled against his neck. "For now, your warmth is enough."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alex wrapped his arms around him, drawing the boy close, "I'm not trying to just jerk you around, Nicky."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

It took a long time for him to answer. So long, in fact, that it wouldn't be surprising if his lover had fallen asleep on him in the midst of waiting for a reply. Magical lumps that formed in the throats of emotionally incapable boys who suffered through their own self-inflicted manpain tended to render a person speechless from time to time.

"...yeah. I know." He murmured, inhaling a shaky breath and calming nearly instantly. Alexsander was familiar, achingly so. It was easy to feel as if he could heft the world on his shoulders and more just by being in his presence. There was a sort of open emotional fluidity between them that had his secrets nearly floating along the current to his metaphorical mental doorstep as if of their own free will. Which was more or less completely terrifying and panic inducing.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alex kissed his head and gently rubbed his back, "I'm not trying to hurt you. I would never do that."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Something uncomfortably warm and overwhelming, but feeling right nonetheless settled in his chest and he rested his fingertips over his heart as if he would feel the heat radiating from the covered flesh there. He smiled, a private, soft one that had his eyes sparkling in honest emotion as well. "I know. I'm thankful for that. From everything I've read and heard about things like this, people like me aren't always that lucky."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

The Russian trailed his lips over Nikloas' forehead, down his nose and across his cheekbones, "I want you to be very happy, actually."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"I am, now." He smiled softly at him and ran his fingers idly through Alex's hair.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alex kissed his lips, the pressure very light, but still sweet, "Are you?"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He nodded lazily. "What 'bout you?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Yes, I'm very happy," Alex smiled, fingers kneading his lower back.