Pomegranate Kora, Ch. 10
They didn't bother with words.
Nick was sobbing quietly, overwhelmed, joy and confusion and love bubbling and fizzing in his chest, and his fingers parted his lover's shirt, pushed it off his shoulders. His hands slid over warm skin, and he let out a whimper, curling his arms around his neck and pulling him in. Their mouths met, and the kiss was slow, and Nick held onto him like he was going to disappear if he let go.
Clumsily, they tugged the rest of Kevin's clothes off and tumbled onto the bed, and Kevin petted his hair, their breaths mingling, their bodies tangling, rocking together. Kevin's lips smoothed against his cheek, smearing the tears across his skin, and Nick whispered, "I missed you. I've needed you so much..." and Kevin smiled, their mouths coming together again.
They made love slowly, and Kevin tucked his head in against Nick's neck, his strong arms tight around him, keeping their bodies pulled close together, and Nick was so grateful, because he'd needed Kevin so badly, and now here he was, in his arms, beautiful and strong and full of love. He combed his fingers through his lover's hair, his legs pressed tight against his hips, gasping softly with each rocket of pleasure through his body. "Oh, god, Kevin. Kevin..." He laugh-sobbed, kissing his temple desperately. "I love you. I love you..."
Kevin grunted an acknowledgment, and suddenly, Nick realized something was very wrong. Kevin always returned an "I love you." In fact, Kevin was constantly whispering encouragements and compliments during love-making, telling him how beautiful he looked and how lucky he felt to have him. He didn't have time to really think about it though, because he found himself arching up into him, clutching him tightly against him. He came with a soft, surprised cry, his head falling back, and Kevin's mouth fell against his throat, kissing and sucking at his skin.
Nick felt as if he hadn't had an orgasm consensually in a lifetime, and he let it rush through him, his fingers running over Kevin's chest as his heart rate slowed, moaning, "Yes, yes, yes... as Kevin leaned over him, continuing to press into him, his breathing ragged, until he finished with a low groan, spilling deep inside of him. Nick smiled faintly as he fell against him, and he brushed his hair back from his face, kissing his forehead gently. "I can't explain how happy I am to see..." He trailed off, tipping Kevin's head up slightly, his fingers brushing across his neck. He had always had freckles there. They were shaped like a star. But, this skin under his fingers had no freckls at all. Dread knotted in his stomach. He pushed Kevin away, sliding back toward the headboard. "You're not Kevin." He accused him, shaking his head. "You're not. You're..." He paused, and the rage hit him hard. He threw himself at him, his fists pounding against his chest. "How dare you! How fucking dare you!"
Joe was surprised, and the facade faded away as he moved off the bed, trying to escape Nick's wrath. He was surprised by how quickly he had figured it out. Then again, the god hadn't exactly determined a way to mimic Kevin's voice, and so would only have been able to hold that image for so long anyway, but they hadn't even made it through the sex before Nick had realized something was off. It was a shame, really. It had been as successful an endeavor to soothe Nick's distress as he had expected.
Nick of course was still yelling. His face was flushed, and he was naked, but his rage consumed his consciousness of that. He scrambled off the bed, pushing at his chest. "How fucking dare you! You think just because you're a god, you can fuck with my emotions? Fuck you! Fuck you!" He was sobbing now, his breath coming in hysterical little sobs. "all I want is to go home and be with Kevin so you do this to mock me?"
"No!" Joe was helpless, stepping backwards each time Nick advanced. No matter how many spells he shot at him, to affect his mood, to paralyze him, nothing even seemed to give him pause. "I was trying to make you more comfortable here! That is all! That was my only intent!"
"You were trying to trick me!" Nick punched him in the shoulder, and Joe covered the area with his hand, stunned that it hurt. His back hit the wall. "You tricked me! If you want me to trust you, be my friend, stop raping me, and don't you ever fucking dare use my weakness for Kevin against me again!"
The door blew open behind them, and Joe only ventured to look toward it when Nick did. Taylor's hair was tangled, falling into her face, her dress torn from the ankle almost to her hip, as if someone had grabbed it as she tried to run. "Pluto! The dead - they're revolting!"
Nick stared at her, shook his head, turned toward Joe. "What? What does that mean?"
"One of two things." Joe's jaw was set. "Either they will try to return to the world of the living, or they will try to bring the living down here."
Nick was sobbing quietly, overwhelmed, joy and confusion and love bubbling and fizzing in his chest, and his fingers parted his lover's shirt, pushed it off his shoulders. His hands slid over warm skin, and he let out a whimper, curling his arms around his neck and pulling him in. Their mouths met, and the kiss was slow, and Nick held onto him like he was going to disappear if he let go.
Clumsily, they tugged the rest of Kevin's clothes off and tumbled onto the bed, and Kevin petted his hair, their breaths mingling, their bodies tangling, rocking together. Kevin's lips smoothed against his cheek, smearing the tears across his skin, and Nick whispered, "I missed you. I've needed you so much..." and Kevin smiled, their mouths coming together again.
They made love slowly, and Kevin tucked his head in against Nick's neck, his strong arms tight around him, keeping their bodies pulled close together, and Nick was so grateful, because he'd needed Kevin so badly, and now here he was, in his arms, beautiful and strong and full of love. He combed his fingers through his lover's hair, his legs pressed tight against his hips, gasping softly with each rocket of pleasure through his body. "Oh, god, Kevin. Kevin..." He laugh-sobbed, kissing his temple desperately. "I love you. I love you..."
Kevin grunted an acknowledgment, and suddenly, Nick realized something was very wrong. Kevin always returned an "I love you." In fact, Kevin was constantly whispering encouragements and compliments during love-making, telling him how beautiful he looked and how lucky he felt to have him. He didn't have time to really think about it though, because he found himself arching up into him, clutching him tightly against him. He came with a soft, surprised cry, his head falling back, and Kevin's mouth fell against his throat, kissing and sucking at his skin.
Nick felt as if he hadn't had an orgasm consensually in a lifetime, and he let it rush through him, his fingers running over Kevin's chest as his heart rate slowed, moaning, "Yes, yes, yes... as Kevin leaned over him, continuing to press into him, his breathing ragged, until he finished with a low groan, spilling deep inside of him. Nick smiled faintly as he fell against him, and he brushed his hair back from his face, kissing his forehead gently. "I can't explain how happy I am to see..." He trailed off, tipping Kevin's head up slightly, his fingers brushing across his neck. He had always had freckles there. They were shaped like a star. But, this skin under his fingers had no freckls at all. Dread knotted in his stomach. He pushed Kevin away, sliding back toward the headboard. "You're not Kevin." He accused him, shaking his head. "You're not. You're..." He paused, and the rage hit him hard. He threw himself at him, his fists pounding against his chest. "How dare you! How fucking dare you!"
Joe was surprised, and the facade faded away as he moved off the bed, trying to escape Nick's wrath. He was surprised by how quickly he had figured it out. Then again, the god hadn't exactly determined a way to mimic Kevin's voice, and so would only have been able to hold that image for so long anyway, but they hadn't even made it through the sex before Nick had realized something was off. It was a shame, really. It had been as successful an endeavor to soothe Nick's distress as he had expected.
Nick of course was still yelling. His face was flushed, and he was naked, but his rage consumed his consciousness of that. He scrambled off the bed, pushing at his chest. "How fucking dare you! You think just because you're a god, you can fuck with my emotions? Fuck you! Fuck you!" He was sobbing now, his breath coming in hysterical little sobs. "all I want is to go home and be with Kevin so you do this to mock me?"
"No!" Joe was helpless, stepping backwards each time Nick advanced. No matter how many spells he shot at him, to affect his mood, to paralyze him, nothing even seemed to give him pause. "I was trying to make you more comfortable here! That is all! That was my only intent!"
"You were trying to trick me!" Nick punched him in the shoulder, and Joe covered the area with his hand, stunned that it hurt. His back hit the wall. "You tricked me! If you want me to trust you, be my friend, stop raping me, and don't you ever fucking dare use my weakness for Kevin against me again!"
The door blew open behind them, and Joe only ventured to look toward it when Nick did. Taylor's hair was tangled, falling into her face, her dress torn from the ankle almost to her hip, as if someone had grabbed it as she tried to run. "Pluto! The dead - they're revolting!"
Nick stared at her, shook his head, turned toward Joe. "What? What does that mean?"
"One of two things." Joe's jaw was set. "Either they will try to return to the world of the living, or they will try to bring the living down here."