Precarious: Chapter III
Fanfiction: Precarious Chapter III
Fandom: Heaven's Call
Synopsis: It all started with the mistletoe that hung precariously over the doorframe. It led into the eggnog that spilled onto the floor of the kitchen. It ended between the sheets, a low groan, and the feeling that this was wrong... very wrong. Dangerously wrong. But temptation justified it that night to be right.
Genre: ....DRAMA
Rating: ...NC-17....>>
Warnings: o.o
Disclaimer: I don’t own them ;-; But I know who does and she’s so cool, I fail in her wake. If I did own them, I wouldn’t be writing Daemon/Theo stories for her, now would I?
Dedication: To the creator, designer, and God of Heaven’s Call’s characters, Schu no Ko.
Chapter 3: Stain
Infidelity: A sin, as stated in many religious and political texts.
“Mmm…” Theo rolled over onto his back, the covers falling away from his shoulders. He blinked a few moments before the light of the sun streaming through the windows blinded him and he shut them once again.
An arm slinked around his waist followed by a head dropping onto his shoulder. Theo froze, stomach twisting around itself. That wasn’t Joey’s hand, nor was that Joey’s foot that lightly snaked up his calf.
A crime created when skin and skin create a fire that should never be witnessed.
The sun tapped against the windowpane at a slightly different angle, allowing Theo to see the highlights of Daemon’s hair that danced on his shoulder. A small scar, probably due to the nature of his job, coiled around his forearm like a snake looking for an apple.
“Theo…” Daemon whispered, head tilting to nibble into the soft flesh on his neck. If he bit any harder, a wound would form. A flower’s bruise.
He didn’t mean to lean into those tender butterfly kisses chastely scattering themselves on his jaw and neck. He didn’t mean to sigh when Daemon’s hand drifted to his hip with his thumb slowly massaging his hipbone. He relaxed into the touch, feeling the muscles in his middle loosen… a bit.
With names that should never be uttered
Daemon’s hand slipped up from Theo’s hip to the pillow Theo was lying on. He pushed himself upward, short black hair dripping into the wicked smile that graced his lips.
There was something wild about his appearance as he leaned over the wizard, something completely and utterly uncultivated and uncultured about the way the sheets fell and twisted around his waist and hips in almost a teasing manner. The way his arms, strained from holding himself up and over Theo, seemed carved out of a Roman sculpture. Or perhaps it was the cat-like grace as he swooped from his high pedestal onto Theo’s mouth.
Theo, in response, shivered.
The flames are always red.
Toes curling as hands did what they did best: Grabbing, pulling, reaching, touching. Who knew the simple act of touch could cause such pleasure?
Daemon’s grin was prominent throughout. He placed firm arms on Theo’s back, lifting him just enough to see his back arch under his touch.
If Theo looked up, he could see the brightness of the sun that folded into the window and brightened his morning.
He closed his eyes before blindness overwhelmed him, his mouth open in a silent sigh and scream.
The sheets are always white.
They collapsed in a heap of tired and sore muscled onto the bed, waiting until one of them would have the energy to move again. And the cycle, the deadly and unwaning cycle, would repeat itself again.
The blemishes are always permanent.
***
“Good morning, Theo!”
Out of all the sounds Theo expected to wake up to - a throbbing in his head from the amount of alcohol he consumed (but wasn’t affected by), the crash of a certain someone finally getting out of bed (to realize that his limbs were probably not of much use right now), or even laughter from the same certain someone being…ridiculous.
He didn’t expect this.
“Joey!?”
Joey looked down at him, sun beaming from behind him. It was similar to something Theo could vaguely recall, but couldn’t put his finger on.
“Yes?”
He shook Joey about three times before the younger man slapped his hands away, laughing. “Theo, what are you on?” His smile slid. “You aren’t drunk, are you?”
“…no.”
“Oh…” He nuzzled into Theo’s neck, admiring the handiwork his teeth made. “Good.”
Theo inhaled Joey’s scent - a cross between mint and sword metal - before exhaling. This was Joey. This was the man he was with all night and those crazy dreams of him and Daemon were fortunately a thing of the past.
And why Daemon? Why that home-destroying (although, for good reason), smirking, assassin of a warlock out of all the men Theo could possibly dream of sleeping with? Not to mention he was still wearing the clothes he wore last night. He must have hit the bed and fallen asleep after seeing Joey on the bed. Besides, he couldn’t remember coming back from outside.
Because you didn’t go outside.
This made a lot more sense than being in the same bed as Daemon Harpsbeak.
“Good morning, Joey.”
He was greeted with a smile and a kiss. “Now, you remember me!”
“Remember you?”
He tilted his head, smile still kissing his lips when Theo was not. “Mmm… you seemed to have forgotten about me when you left last night.”
“Left….”
“Yes, left.” He lightly knocked Theo on the head. “You weren’t back until late this morning and crashed on the bed.”
Vaguely, very vaguely, he could remember falling asleep on the bed with his boots still strapped to his feet. Other than that, he was at the mercy of a diminishing vocabulary and unrealistic dreams.
Joey kissed his forehead. “Where were you? You came back so tired, I didn’t want to ask.”
Theo felt ice rising into the pit of his stomach as he recalled the dreams he began having after leaving Joey’s side. Even dreaming about another man made him feel as though he cheated. And Daemon?
He shivered. “I think I just walked a lot. I had a lot on my mind.”
“About Daemon?”
When Theo didn’t answer, Joey chuckled. “It’s okay. Really. That mistletoe thing through me off as well. But you shouldn’t let it get to you.” Joey unwrapped himself from Theo and kicked on some shoes. “I’m going to train with Zak for a bit. I’ll see you soon.”
Theo sat quietly on the bed, hands folded against his lap.
Mistletoe…
The kiss, of course, some burned into his mind like a blemish that wouldn’t go away.
And with one kiss came a thousand more.
Of course, they were all dreams.
***
Snowy looked up at Theo as he descended the stairs.
“Yes, Snowy?”
“You smell funny?”
Theo made a face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You smell like…” she made a face, dancing between his legs. “You smell kind of like Morgan.”
“He does?!” Zak zipped over to his cousin and stood on tiptoe to smell Theo. Theo, in turn, brushed him off with his arm and breezed past him.
Zak and Snowy looked at each other, silently confirming that he, indeed, smelled very similar to Morgan.
Morgan, who was in the kitchen, laughed. “I can assure you Theo never meant to smell like me.”
Silently, Theo slipped into the dining chair, ignoring the laughter pouring out from both Zak and Snowy.
“Wait, don’t sit there!” Zak pouted as Joey took the seat opposite to Theo.
“Why not?”
“You never take that chair! You always sit next to Theo.”
There was a moment when Theo and Joey traded glances. A small, half smile appeared on his lips but nothing more.
“And if you take it, I can’t sit next to Morgan.” Zak’s voice cut through the moment as all eyes turned to him once again.
Joey sighed. “Is it really so important? You can look at him from across the table.”
Zak sighed. “I guess…”
Theo rolled his eyes once again, but was silenced from any outburst he might have made by Joey. Besides, Morgan was highly amused. And flattered.
The doorbell rang as the family began to eat, chattering on about their day and their current goals. Zak decided his New Year’s resolution was to stop fearing bees. Theo silently wished that the dreams would just never happen again.
“I got it!” Zak jumped up with Snowy hot on his tail.
The three remaining in the kitchen listened to Zak open the door. “Daemon!”
Daemon?
“…yes, Boy.”
“…hi.” Zak hesitated before walking him to the kitchen.
Theo’s heart raced inside of his chest as if he could see the dreams that were now on repeat in his head. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to see my brother, is that a crime?”
Theo swallowed. At the entranceway stood Daemon, the man who now could map every sensitive spot on his body without touching him. At least he could…in his dreams… right?
“…”
“As I thought.” Daemon briskly moved past him and towards the Morgan.
“Would you excuse me?” Joey stood from the table, looking slightly paler than before, but a smile still on his face.
“You okay?” Zak raised an eyebrow.
“I’m fine.” He sighed. “I think I’m just a little too tired after training with you today.”
“...right.”
Thirty seconds after Joey’s departure and the room was still in complete silence.
“Well…?” Daemon asked, swinging his attention from Morgan to Theo. “Aren’t you going to see him?”
Daemon moved first, wincing as he did. “You might not want to move.”
“I’m moving.”
“I knew you would.”
“I’m leaving.”
“I knew that too.”
Theo bolted.
Fandom: Heaven's Call
Synopsis: It all started with the mistletoe that hung precariously over the doorframe. It led into the eggnog that spilled onto the floor of the kitchen. It ended between the sheets, a low groan, and the feeling that this was wrong... very wrong. Dangerously wrong. But temptation justified it that night to be right.
Genre: ....DRAMA
Rating: ...NC-17....>>
Warnings: o.o
Disclaimer: I don’t own them ;-; But I know who does and she’s so cool, I fail in her wake. If I did own them, I wouldn’t be writing Daemon/Theo stories for her, now would I?
Dedication: To the creator, designer, and God of Heaven’s Call’s characters, Schu no Ko.
Chapter 3: Stain
Infidelity: A sin, as stated in many religious and political texts.
“Mmm…” Theo rolled over onto his back, the covers falling away from his shoulders. He blinked a few moments before the light of the sun streaming through the windows blinded him and he shut them once again.
An arm slinked around his waist followed by a head dropping onto his shoulder. Theo froze, stomach twisting around itself. That wasn’t Joey’s hand, nor was that Joey’s foot that lightly snaked up his calf.
A crime created when skin and skin create a fire that should never be witnessed.
The sun tapped against the windowpane at a slightly different angle, allowing Theo to see the highlights of Daemon’s hair that danced on his shoulder. A small scar, probably due to the nature of his job, coiled around his forearm like a snake looking for an apple.
“Theo…” Daemon whispered, head tilting to nibble into the soft flesh on his neck. If he bit any harder, a wound would form. A flower’s bruise.
He didn’t mean to lean into those tender butterfly kisses chastely scattering themselves on his jaw and neck. He didn’t mean to sigh when Daemon’s hand drifted to his hip with his thumb slowly massaging his hipbone. He relaxed into the touch, feeling the muscles in his middle loosen… a bit.
With names that should never be uttered
Daemon’s hand slipped up from Theo’s hip to the pillow Theo was lying on. He pushed himself upward, short black hair dripping into the wicked smile that graced his lips.
There was something wild about his appearance as he leaned over the wizard, something completely and utterly uncultivated and uncultured about the way the sheets fell and twisted around his waist and hips in almost a teasing manner. The way his arms, strained from holding himself up and over Theo, seemed carved out of a Roman sculpture. Or perhaps it was the cat-like grace as he swooped from his high pedestal onto Theo’s mouth.
Theo, in response, shivered.
The flames are always red.
Toes curling as hands did what they did best: Grabbing, pulling, reaching, touching. Who knew the simple act of touch could cause such pleasure?
Daemon’s grin was prominent throughout. He placed firm arms on Theo’s back, lifting him just enough to see his back arch under his touch.
If Theo looked up, he could see the brightness of the sun that folded into the window and brightened his morning.
He closed his eyes before blindness overwhelmed him, his mouth open in a silent sigh and scream.
The sheets are always white.
They collapsed in a heap of tired and sore muscled onto the bed, waiting until one of them would have the energy to move again. And the cycle, the deadly and unwaning cycle, would repeat itself again.
The blemishes are always permanent.
***
“Good morning, Theo!”
Out of all the sounds Theo expected to wake up to - a throbbing in his head from the amount of alcohol he consumed (but wasn’t affected by), the crash of a certain someone finally getting out of bed (to realize that his limbs were probably not of much use right now), or even laughter from the same certain someone being…ridiculous.
He didn’t expect this.
“Joey!?”
Joey looked down at him, sun beaming from behind him. It was similar to something Theo could vaguely recall, but couldn’t put his finger on.
“Yes?”
He shook Joey about three times before the younger man slapped his hands away, laughing. “Theo, what are you on?” His smile slid. “You aren’t drunk, are you?”
“…no.”
“Oh…” He nuzzled into Theo’s neck, admiring the handiwork his teeth made. “Good.”
Theo inhaled Joey’s scent - a cross between mint and sword metal - before exhaling. This was Joey. This was the man he was with all night and those crazy dreams of him and Daemon were fortunately a thing of the past.
And why Daemon? Why that home-destroying (although, for good reason), smirking, assassin of a warlock out of all the men Theo could possibly dream of sleeping with? Not to mention he was still wearing the clothes he wore last night. He must have hit the bed and fallen asleep after seeing Joey on the bed. Besides, he couldn’t remember coming back from outside.
Because you didn’t go outside.
This made a lot more sense than being in the same bed as Daemon Harpsbeak.
“Good morning, Joey.”
He was greeted with a smile and a kiss. “Now, you remember me!”
“Remember you?”
He tilted his head, smile still kissing his lips when Theo was not. “Mmm… you seemed to have forgotten about me when you left last night.”
“Left….”
“Yes, left.” He lightly knocked Theo on the head. “You weren’t back until late this morning and crashed on the bed.”
Vaguely, very vaguely, he could remember falling asleep on the bed with his boots still strapped to his feet. Other than that, he was at the mercy of a diminishing vocabulary and unrealistic dreams.
Joey kissed his forehead. “Where were you? You came back so tired, I didn’t want to ask.”
Theo felt ice rising into the pit of his stomach as he recalled the dreams he began having after leaving Joey’s side. Even dreaming about another man made him feel as though he cheated. And Daemon?
He shivered. “I think I just walked a lot. I had a lot on my mind.”
“About Daemon?”
When Theo didn’t answer, Joey chuckled. “It’s okay. Really. That mistletoe thing through me off as well. But you shouldn’t let it get to you.” Joey unwrapped himself from Theo and kicked on some shoes. “I’m going to train with Zak for a bit. I’ll see you soon.”
Theo sat quietly on the bed, hands folded against his lap.
Mistletoe…
The kiss, of course, some burned into his mind like a blemish that wouldn’t go away.
And with one kiss came a thousand more.
Of course, they were all dreams.
***
Snowy looked up at Theo as he descended the stairs.
“Yes, Snowy?”
“You smell funny?”
Theo made a face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You smell like…” she made a face, dancing between his legs. “You smell kind of like Morgan.”
“He does?!” Zak zipped over to his cousin and stood on tiptoe to smell Theo. Theo, in turn, brushed him off with his arm and breezed past him.
Zak and Snowy looked at each other, silently confirming that he, indeed, smelled very similar to Morgan.
Morgan, who was in the kitchen, laughed. “I can assure you Theo never meant to smell like me.”
Silently, Theo slipped into the dining chair, ignoring the laughter pouring out from both Zak and Snowy.
“Wait, don’t sit there!” Zak pouted as Joey took the seat opposite to Theo.
“Why not?”
“You never take that chair! You always sit next to Theo.”
There was a moment when Theo and Joey traded glances. A small, half smile appeared on his lips but nothing more.
“And if you take it, I can’t sit next to Morgan.” Zak’s voice cut through the moment as all eyes turned to him once again.
Joey sighed. “Is it really so important? You can look at him from across the table.”
Zak sighed. “I guess…”
Theo rolled his eyes once again, but was silenced from any outburst he might have made by Joey. Besides, Morgan was highly amused. And flattered.
The doorbell rang as the family began to eat, chattering on about their day and their current goals. Zak decided his New Year’s resolution was to stop fearing bees. Theo silently wished that the dreams would just never happen again.
“I got it!” Zak jumped up with Snowy hot on his tail.
The three remaining in the kitchen listened to Zak open the door. “Daemon!”
Daemon?
“…yes, Boy.”
“…hi.” Zak hesitated before walking him to the kitchen.
Theo’s heart raced inside of his chest as if he could see the dreams that were now on repeat in his head. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to see my brother, is that a crime?”
Theo swallowed. At the entranceway stood Daemon, the man who now could map every sensitive spot on his body without touching him. At least he could…in his dreams… right?
“…”
“As I thought.” Daemon briskly moved past him and towards the Morgan.
“Would you excuse me?” Joey stood from the table, looking slightly paler than before, but a smile still on his face.
“You okay?” Zak raised an eyebrow.
“I’m fine.” He sighed. “I think I’m just a little too tired after training with you today.”
“...right.”
Thirty seconds after Joey’s departure and the room was still in complete silence.
“Well…?” Daemon asked, swinging his attention from Morgan to Theo. “Aren’t you going to see him?”
Daemon moved first, wincing as he did. “You might not want to move.”
“I’m moving.”
“I knew you would.”
“I’m leaving.”
“I knew that too.”
Theo bolted.