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Post by Erik on Sept 23, 2008 14:05:01 GMT -5
Erik was not unaffected, but he was slightly more detached. Even so, his breath hitched as Julian drifted still closer.
They had not touched, not like this, since Pina left.
"Yes, love?"
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Post by Julian on Sept 23, 2008 14:23:28 GMT -5
*Julian's lashes fluttered, nearly swooning.*
"I...I can still feel it. The music..." *He half-growled, half-purred between gritted teeth.*
"Inside me."
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Post by Erik on Sept 23, 2008 14:35:18 GMT -5
((There are just... so many things I cannot say right now.))
Erik grabbed him closer. They fit together, Erik's mouth to Julian's ear.
"You are my son," he breathed gently. "Does it not follow that you are music's, as well? Let it go... show me..."
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Post by Julian on Sept 23, 2008 14:46:52 GMT -5
((I'm bad. I sorry.))
*Julian did swoon then, pressing himself against Erik as he began the song again, not needing of the accompaniment. From his lips want and promise melted against Erik's skin, Julian's fingers begging for more as buttons were unfastened.*
The vessel.
*The song was half-sung, half-thought, lips dipping to plant hot kisses on Erik's neck.*
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Post by Erik on Sept 23, 2008 14:55:41 GMT -5
It occurred to Erik, in the back of his mind, that Mephisto should not be quite so attractive, but that was a fleeting thought that he no longer had time for when Julian followed through and made his temptation rather specific and literal.
There was no need to lock the doors, now.
Erik leaned back against the piano, drawing Julian with him, clever fingers not fumbling but encouraging even as his lips sought to draw Julian's song.
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Post by Julian on Sept 23, 2008 15:09:33 GMT -5
*There on the seat of sweet music's throne, Julian sought to bear that which parted them. The pain of Pina's loss, the uncertainty had left a dull ache in him that Julian only now became aware of. This was certain. This was sure. And his lips and fingers, hungry and wanting, sought to show Erik just how much he still needed him. How much he wanted to be with him.*
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Post by Erik on Sept 23, 2008 15:47:11 GMT -5
They clung together like lost children, both leading and following. There was a desperation in Julian that found its mirror in Erik until he decided to take more initiative and backed Julian against the piano, fitting into the curve of the grand.
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Post by Julian on Sept 23, 2008 16:15:45 GMT -5
*Julian melted against the instrument, becoming one with both it and Erik, the real world melting away, music and this...feeling...all that was left to him. He embraced Erik hungrily, urging against him as the song swelled, rattling in his gut.*
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Post by Erik on Sept 23, 2008 16:58:05 GMT -5
Erik tried to match what he felt coming off Julian in waves, trying to give a physical presence to what the boy was feeling.
Let me hear it, Julian. Give it to me.
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Post by Julian on Sept 23, 2008 17:19:19 GMT -5
((Guh. Now who's making with the unspeakable thoughts?))
*And Julian did, surrendering in utter abandon of song and body. They were one, the entire universe bound in a single moment.*
***FADE OUT***
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Post by Erik on Sept 23, 2008 18:03:31 GMT -5
**FADE IN**
"You are ready," Erik said solemnly. "Just... don't let that happen with El Castro."
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Post by Julian on Sept 24, 2008 6:25:37 GMT -5
*Disgust swept over Julian's face. Music or no, there were somethings that were just...distasteful.*
"You need not fear."
*He entwined his fingers with Erik's.*
"I am certain I can constrain myself until I return back to you. You are close enough at hand." *He smiled gently.*
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Post by Erik on Sept 24, 2008 9:01:35 GMT -5
"Naturally," he said. "But Erik fears you will be such an alluring devil you will cause a riot."
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Post by Julian on Sept 24, 2008 9:21:15 GMT -5
*Julian could not resist a soft laugh.*
"Are you certain? I would think you might enjoy such a thing, watching them scatter about at your command."
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Post by Erik on Sept 24, 2008 9:38:40 GMT -5
"Scatter, certainly," he said. He laid a hand along Julian's face, tracing his jaw. "But I am possessed of a jealous nature, my love. The crowds may love you... from afar..."
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