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[cris_martins]

It was suddenly... What's the name of the feeling that makes you shake? Frio? No, that's another language. Cold. It was suddenly cold. But not skin-cold, just soul-cold.

Cris was himself again. He stayed there, trying to remember things, images flowing fast in his mind eye. Images, but not images. More like ASCII art. More like code. He felt his

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[dr_d_beckham]

It was slow and deep and so fucking perfect, pushing into Sean, the way Sean's body clenched around him, the way Sean's legs wrapped high around his ribs, the way his hands moved over David's face and throat and shoulders, as if touch was as imperative as breathing. And maybe it was, David thought as his hips flexed against Sean, as the heat of their bodies intensified the scent of sweat and musk and Sean. Sean's head tipped back, pinkened mouth parting on a moan and an ”oh, god, there, yeah,” as David hit just the right spot

[dr_s_corrigan]

God. David's kiss was intense, hot and demanding and so very different from Cris's - Sean stiffened, pulling away from the kiss as everything started unspooling, all his memories coming back in an instant like a thunderbolt. "Cris," he said, staring at David with eyes wide. "Oh my God, Cris." David's eyes were huge, the whites showing as he stared back, shock in his expression. "I remember. Oh, fuck. David, I swear - I didn't know." David said nothing, didn't move as Sean tried to process the return of his memory, the full weight of what he was doing, of what it would do to him and to Cris, hell, to David, came crashing down. "We were - were in a room, and Cris was working on the machine there, a new one, and the next thing I know he's fucking disappearing like the Asgard were beaming him up - and I started yelling and went for his laptop...then nothing." David shifted, pulling back, pulling out of Sean and that felt wrong, too. It all did - such a huge mess, and Sean wasn't sure how to sort himself out of it, wasn't sure

[dr_d_beckham]

It had been something like a key in a lock; a quick snick of tumblers, and suddenly, David remembered. He remembered Cris; he remembered Sean and Cris. He blinked, and Sean's words flowed over and around him, and for a moment he couldn't move, couldn't think of anything other than oh, fucking hell. He closed his eyes for a moment, but Sean's hands on his shoulders, not pulling him closer nor pushing him away, made David open his eyes again. Sean had so many expressions chasing across his face that David couldn't pin one down long enough to examine it, but they were all negative. David unwrapped Sean's legs from his waist and eased out, because things weren't going any further. Sean reached up and touched his cheek, and he tilted his head enough to press a kiss to the palm, then sat on the edge of the bed. He stripped off the condom and tossed it into the trash, then leaned forward, elbows on his knees, rubbing the back of his neck. Complicated didn't even begin to cover the myriad of emotions he felt, and Sean's expression

[dr_s_corrigan]

"Probably," Sean agreed, moving his hand up to David's shoulder and squeezing. "We should get going in a minute, but David, you should know - I might not have remembered, but I don't regret...anything." His hand moved in a small caress, and inside Sean felt stretched tight, pulled in two different directions, wanting to set things straight with David, but wanting to throw clothes on and burst out of the room in search of Cris. "Except that Cris wasn't here...to share any of it." He looked up, meeting David's eyes, afraid of what he'd see.

[dr_d_beckham]

David rubbed the bridge of his nose. His head pounded, but whether that was related to getting memories back, or to other stresses, he wasn't sure. He tilted his head and looked at Sean, who looked worried and longing and guilty and wistful in varying amounts. "I don't regret it," he said finally. "It was good." His use of past tense was deliberate, because things had changed, radically, and he needed to get his thoughts in order before making any decisions. He leaned in and pressed a soft, careful kiss against Sean's mouth, then pulled back with a little smile. "Let's get dressed, and maybe call someone to find out if anything's happened, okay?"