Lyer & Aluraios | After
The scent of satisfaction drifted through the shadow dampened room, spiraling around in the warm air breathed out by the tumble of legs, arms, hair and bodies that lay, panting, across the bed. In the faint light surrounding the window hangings otherwise hiding whatever deity deigned to rule the outside world at that moment, the pale limbs coalesed into two very sated men.
"Love you." Aluraios murmured again, slightly more quietly, as they collapsed onto their sides, the thin sheets sticking slightly to their skin as he cuddled up to his lover. One hand lifted languidly to pull white hair away from his damp face, smiling tiredly as Lyer pulled his own black mane into a loose tail at his nape. Twisting around, he pushed backwards, tangling the sheets around him, until his back rested on the vampire's firm chest, then curled up contentedly, letting his eyes drift shut.
Lyer smiled, his own breathing returning to normal as Aluraios's settled into the deep rhythm of sleep. "Love you too." he whispered, wrapping his arms over the slightly taller man's stomach, causing a mew of pleasure from the already sleeping fireborn.
He was still in awe of the amount of trust his lover showed by the simple gesture of sleeping in his arms. The awe would have been a lot less if it the pale white-haired beauty been another vampire or a human, but the slender frame resting in his embrace concealed some extremely fragile bones. A legacy of his hawken species and part of the reason - other than unreasonable dislike - he hated riding. Yet Aluraios trusted him enough to allow the vampire to wrap his arms around him and hold him close even when they were both dreaming.
Regardless of his human mage powers, Lyer's body was still that of a full vampire, with all the strength that species bestowed on him, and it would be all too easy for him to accidently damage the delicate sunperson. Something they both knew he'd never do consiously, but there was always that risk...
Telling his subconsious firmly to shut up, Lyer bent his head around his partner's, breathing in the musk of sex that lingered on the silver head, mixed with the familiar fresh warm spice that was Aluraios's personal scent. Pulling up the blanket that lay tangled around them, he rubbed his cheek across the other's gently, watching as a smile played across the sleeping features, before closing his own quickly tiring eyes, pressing up against the fireborn, and letting himself drift dreamwards.
© Clare Selley 2009
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