Maxxie had mentioned that he might stop by at some point that day, and Alcuin was outside on the front porch of his hut enjoying the sun when he showed up. Alcuin smiled and waved, rising from his seat and standing, waiting. And when Maxxie was close enough, he said pleasantly, "Nice day, isn't it? Not that most days aren't nice here... I'm glad ( Read more... )

Alcuin was by now accustomed to receiving notes in his mailbox from Nikola, typically puzzles or problems for him to solve interspersed with poetry and innuendo. (Though he felt uncharitable in thinking of it, he could not help but be a bit relieved that Nikola had not written his own poetry for Alcuin, because though Alcuin loved the practice so ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

The nightmares came much less frequently after so many years here on the island, but they still came. Perhaps it was instigated by sharing a bed with someone after not having done so for so long. But curled on the bed between Helen and Xander he was, and when he'd finally drifted to sleep he'd felt safe. It was only after waking abruptly from a ( Read more... )

[ continued from hereWhen Guy led Alcuin back to the bedroom, Alcuin paused to down the rest of the wine in his glass first, and may have been stumbling just a little as they made their way. He felt as if he had gone from barely tipsy to definitely drunk in no time at all, and once they were in the bedroom he slid his arms around Guy's neck to help ( Read more... )

The missive left in Alcuin's mailbox read only: My room, soon. Bring glasses. Tesla. It was, for all its simplicity, at least unambiguous, and Alcuin took an educated guess and borrowed two wine glasses from the kitchen before making his way toward the room in the compound that Nikola had mentioned was his. He found the scientist interesting and ( Read more... )

After Alcuin left Daniel's house, he was really in quite a state. His clothes were haphazardly on (his shirt, in fact, was inside out), his face still flush with some horrid mixture of arousal and embarrassment, expression wavering uneasily as if he were trying not to collapse under the weight of some emotion ( Read more... )

Alcuin had hardly left his home for the past day, having been lost in a very thick fantasy novel he'd found on the bookshelf. It felt very strange to pick up works of fiction these days, for fear there might be some character that seemed eerily familiar ( Read more... )

It had been a nice day for Alcuin; he had spent it in the warm comfort of the rec room in the Compound, curled up on the couch reading a book about the French revolution as he sipped on tea until it grew cold. He was leaving now only to get a fresh cup, and was hardly paying attention to the others coming and going in the room ( Read more... )

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Jack's suggestion for a temporary remedy to Alcuin's grief had been to get stoned. It seemed, at the time, as serviceable a solution as any, and so Alcuin had dutifully followed Jack from the Compound to his and Logan's home. In truth, he was simply relieved to be anywhere but his own empty house, or worse, Giles' empty