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Alcuin could feel the sword sliding into his flesh. Ah Elua, the pain! He thought at first that he was simply reliving his death again, but then he felt silk ropes knotted at his wrists. He was tied to a bed, and when he opened his eyes he saw Vitale Bouvarre pinning him down onto the mattress with the sword. He was naked and hard, his eyes

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Unlike Alcuin, Nikola was having pleasant dreams. He was dreaming of a world bending to his will,of a glorious vampire race made in his image, of Helen and James challenging him and sharing his bed, of Alcuin and Kate seducing him. He dreamed of all the things he could invent and all the things he had written. It was a wonderful dream and it was why he wasn't best pleased at being rudely awoken.

"Alcuin," Nikola groaned, fingers tangled in Alcuin's hair as he shifted closer to the man. Realising the body pressed against his was shaking, Nikola opened his eyes and ran his hand down Alcuin's back smoothly and almost comforting. "Alcuin? It's alright, it was just a dream."

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It likely said a great deal about Alcuin that as soon as his head was clear enough that he knew where he was and who was speaking to him, the first words out of hid mouth were, "I'm sorry..." He was still breathless with lingering fear, the image burning into his brain, and no matter how he tried to calm himself he could not seem for the moment to stop trembling. He didn't even realize that he was clutching the scar at his side as if it were a fresh wound.

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“As you should be that was a rather pleasant dream,” Nikola murmured, though his voice didn’t sound as displeased as his words. Brushing Alcuin’s hair back from his face gently, Nikola tilted Alcuin’s chin up to look at him before he tugged him close. Noting the way he held his side, Nikola pressed his lips together. “You can make it up to me later for now you can tell me what this is all about. You’re shaking.”

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Even when Nikola tilted his head up, Alcuin did not quite meet his eyes, and was relieved when he could bury his face against the crook of his shoulder instead. He had never clung to Nikola like this before, not sought comfort from him, even when he was upset after Daniel's disappearance. It simply wasn't the shape of their relationships. But at this moment he couldn't help it.

"Sometimes I have nightmares," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. "With less frequency over the years. When I first arrived it was... worse." Nearly every night. Phedre had taken to sleeping in his bed for a while to calm him. Though then it had been even more memory than dream. Reliving his death over and over.