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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [mature]  [MATURE]Nuage.
    #11
    WARNING. VERY VERY VERY GRAPHIC. DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE NOT READY TO DEAL WITH THAT.

    I love you too. Words the man had feared since he declared himself unloveable, and only fuckable. Words that he'd scoffed at in the past, that he'd used to advantage with naive men just like Nuage. Except this time, as his lover speaks the words with an angelic softness, Nihlus feels no urge to use Nuage. For the first time, those words inspire a warmth in his barren chest that he'd long thought impossible considering the frozen nature of his heart.

    In his excitement, the man blasts through the usual steps of their lovemaking, the rawness of these newfound emotions leaving him less than polite when it comes to preparation. As Nuage obliges him every step of the way, it's only as the tip of him presses against the sub's tight little ass that he realizes he absolutely cannot hurt the precious boy that way. Just as Nuage murmurs his plea, Nihlus carefully withdraws what little of him had made its way inside the other, pressing kiss after kiss to the tear-wet lashes atop Nuage's beautiful blue eyes.

    "I'm sorry baby," Nihlus keens, raising a hand and sliding the length of his fingers into Nuage's open, heaving mouth. "Was daddy being rough?" The inside of the other's mouth left Nihlus' cock stiff and sore, begging for release - but he would warm up his sub before allowing himself the pleasure of Nu's tight ass. Groaning possessively at the way the other's mouth wraps around his fingers as he draws them back from the pink warmth, Nihlus' eyes flash in warning. "Be good," came his low growl, the nails of his other hand raking down Nuage's porcelain side as he slithered down his body.

    Deigning not to touch Nuage with his mouth and instead holding his gaze with an intense, dominating stare, Nihlus finds himself between the other's legs, eyes hot and lips parted as he considers his lover's assets lovingly. "My baby boy..." He coos, frowning in delight at the beauty of his counterpart. Reaching with the fingers that'd so recently been wetted by Nuage's own lips, Nihlus pressed them against Nu's opening, groaning at the way the man squirmed in response.

    As Nuage became less and less quiet, Nihlus' hands-off posture became harder and harder to maintain; before long, his other hand was around at his counterpart's shaft, and his tongue worked its magic at every place it could. As he stretched Nu to three fingers, Nihlus could no longer take the waiting - and in an instant, he was atop the other once more, the blue of his eyes absolutely ignited by desire and passion.

    With a needy buck of his hips, Nuage signaled his readiness; and without needing even a word more of affirmation, Nihlus pressed himself inside the other, delirium taking hold.

    There is no segue from foreplay to hard fucking. As their lust overrides them and erases any memories of their earlier drama from their minds, they meet each others thrusts with a hunger that had been there before, but not to this extent. They are lovers now, true to the very word, two people in love, intent on making the other cum.

    Fuck, Nuage moans, to which Nihlus only snarls in response, the dark curls of his hair falling in his eyes due to the momentum of their lovemaking. He half-grins half-stares in lust and love as he feels the wetness of Nu's precum lubricating the movement of Nih's hand up and down the length of his shaft; and as the other's thrusts lose any rhythm they might have had, Nihlus makes face that might have been saying Oh sweetheart, you're that close already? How absolutely darling, how wonderfully cute...

    When the other makes his request however, the expression completely changes. Grinning maniacally, the hand that'd been on Nu's cock rapidly shifted to encircle to entirety of Nuage's throat. Squeezing gently at first and then harder than he ever had, he watched the colour change in his lover's face as he continued to roughly find his way home.

    Leaning close and finding the sensitive membrane of Nuage's ear with his hot and wet mouth, Nihlus whispered his answer there, tightening his grasp as he did.

    "Daddy knows how to take care of you, sweetheart. You are mine. All. Mine. And you're going to cum for me, like a good little boy."

    Gods, I love you.

    Nihlus

    that's all I want



    @[Nuage]
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    A sigh escapes past his wet lips, a sigh he didn’t know he had been holding back. Occasionally he wants it, raw without prepping, but honestly, that desire was often sprouted by the need to please Nihlus, and to show he is able to take a little discomfort for his lover’s pleasure. What Nuage does not expect are the fingers that suddenly slip past his lips, and his gag reflex kicks in as Nihlus’ long fingers brush the back of his throat. “Hhhmph” is the only sound he manages to get past Nih’s fingers. His lips wrap around them, tongue coating each digit with a layer of spit, all while he tries to look up at the tall dark man in a way that would’ve been sexy, if saliva had not been running down from the corner of his lush lips.

    By the time Nihlus pulls his fingers away, Nuage’s eyes are glazed over with need. He is panting – already – and his lips stay parted in an attempt to draw in as many shallow breaths as he can, occasionally wetting them while he intensely yet flustered watches his lover. Growled words are met with a sultry moan, and for a moment Nu’s eyes flutter closed, before he remembers that Nihlus wants his eyes open. “Pleaaaase” he begs, squirming under Nihlus’ hands, ring muscles twitching with the promise of what is about to come.

    One finger, two fingers, three fingers. Nihlus does not hold back preparing him, fingers stretching and scissoring inside of his tight hole, and even though there is a slight hurry to his step, Nihlus does not fail to properly prepare him. But fuck why does he take this long? Soon he finds himself squirming once more. Luckily, Nih seems to take the hint.

    A cry leaves his lips when Nihlus abruptly sheaths home. Nuage’s back arches off the mattress, and the muscles of his abdomen tense as the burn of the intrusion clouds everything else. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuck.” The soft curses slip from his mouth without Nu really realising that they aren’t only cussed in his head. But all Nihlus has to do is slam hard, and angle just right to make Nuage see stars. They explode behind his eyelids, his loud moan and arching back telling the story without words. Like always, Nihlus perfectly manages to find his sweet spot, but only when he wants to. Nuage is not delusional enough to forget that there is a kind of hierarchy in the bedroom.

    Nihlus’ name slips from his parted lips, over and over again. Not a single hair on his body thinks of grabbing his own, needy erection, and instead Nuage is holding on to the sheets like his life depends on it. He is trashing, hips bucking, back arching, and legs wrapped around Nih’s hips and pulling him as close as humanly possible. He is so, so close, and wants, needs, more. Quite desperately too. Needy he gulps in air, until that is denied him too.

    His struggle is only slight, a jerk of his shoulder, and widening of his eyes. Nuage trusts his lover with his life, and easily accepts the taller man’s domination over him. He revels in it, basks in it, and happily receives whatever Nihlus is willing to give. With his airway blocked he is unable to speak, or moan, but his blue eyes convey his pleasure just fine. He is one hundred percent mouldable underneath Nihlus’ hands, like the piece of art Nih is making him in to. A shudder, and another jerk of his head, as the lack of oxygen slowly colors his face in shades of blues and purples. But he is Daddy’s good little boy.

    On clue, his hips jerk violently and his back arches sharply as a silent scream is torn from his lips. Thick ropes of cum spurt all over their chests and Nihlus’ hand, which hasn’t yet slowed down. It all forces him to endure his high longer, pleasure turning into a slight pain as his dick suddenly is too sensitive. All the time, Nuage does not stop trashing underneath the taller man, his muscles clenching around the hot rod that mercilessly pounds into him.

    Soon black spots start to cloud his vision and slowly his movements seize. Only his shoulders slightly lift from the mattress as his lungs desperately try to force oxygen into them. But it is not Nuage who decides when he gets to breathe again, Nihlus literally controls each and every aspect of his life right here and now. Had he been a good enough boy, to be gifted, to be allowed, an reward?

    I’d do anything for you.

    Nuage

    I wanted it to be you

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    #13

    There were nuances to Nuage that left him breathless more often than he cared to count. His gentle spirit above all else inspired a fatherliness from Nihlus that he'd never imagined possible; an affectionate and pressing need to take care of the blue-pointed man beyond any point he'd ever done for another before. Hot soup on sick days and flowers after a fight, cheap dollar store chocolate snuck into the movie theaters and cards with hand-drawn doodles on the front just because he knew how much Nuage adored them. He'd drawn flowers for his baby, and hearts and bunnies and buildings when he felt brave; but he'd draw anything for Nuage if he even thought it - more than that, he'd do anything for Nuage.

    He'd been hesitant, he'd been scared, and honestly, he would be again. The shadowy voice of his anxiety disorder would constantly pick him apart until eventually, he wound up sobbing on the hardwood floor of the bedroom in their apartment building. Mental illness was tricky like that, always building and building against the floodgates you so strategically place, thinking that this time I'll hold it all in, that this time, I won't break down. But he would, again and again.

    What made that okay was the man positioned beneath him; Nuage L'Étoile. As their eyes connected with a passion that dared challenge the strength of the almighty stars above, Nihlus knew that he was safe. Safe to be fragile and broken before the one who would always know the right words; and if not the right words, then the right touch; and if not the right touch, then the right action; and if not the right anything, he would always be the right presence. For even at his darkest hour, Nihlus would be subject to the whims of a lighter outlook were it only for Nuage's presence in the room.

    His back was arching now, the white of his bones showing through the skin pulled taught against them as he clutched their duvet with a strength to rival any god's. Curses slipped past his lips as softly as any poem might as he soothed his lover to slip, but Nihlus knew better than to think that Nuage was anywhere near a restful state as he hit that perfect spot, again and again. As his baby's face contorted in a delirious mixture of pleasure and pain, Nihlus couldn't help but to mirror the expression back to him, feeling in his own gut that powerful need for release as they made love there on their squeaky, wire-frame bed.

    Beneath the loving embrace of his hand, Nuage's throat contracted wordlessly. It was beautiful to watch, the way the blue of the other's eyes only become more trusting as Nihlus rendered him closer and closer to a darkness that most would fear, in his place. He felt himself stiffen and need as he realized the bond they were making in these moments; for he truly did know how to take care of Nuage exactly as a doting father should... And in return, his baby boy trusted him to the point of reckless abandon. The twistedness of it all wasn't kinky in his mind as he watched the colour of Nuage's face change. No, not kinky; just intimate, and real, and true.

    True love.

    As Nihlus whispered his command, Nuage body readily obeyed. Bucking and writhing beneath both the power of his thrusts and the fluid stroke of his wrist, Nuage released the tension he held in a great show of enthusiastic cum, the fluid covering both their chest with a sticky warmth that neither minded. Finally, as his cock twitched a final time, Nihlus loosened his grasp on the sub's neck, collapsing down on to his elbows so that their mouths could happily reunite.

    "I love you, baby boy..." His hand found its way to the angular plains of Nuage's cheek, his thumb stroking away the last remains of a tear shed in a different reality. None of that mattered now. What mattered was this: them: always. "I love you."

    As this declaration befall Nuage's ears, Nihlus could not longer withhold himself. As he pushed home one final time, he ducked his head into the crook between Nu's shoulder and neck, biting and kissing there with varying intensity as the waves of his orgasm came and went. A part of him wanted to pull out, to paint his lover like a piece of art, to watch as his back arched to accept the spurts of cum; but Nihlus found that in this moment, as the intimacy of their union today glowed as bright as the sun in the skies of his memory, that he would prefer to be truly one with Nuage.

    Like that, they rested a moment, breathless and sweaty and impossibly close.

    The moment stretched for an eternity, their bond strengthening each time a lifetime passed.

    With each blink of his eyes, Nihlus found himself more and more in love with the sky-boy.

    Nothing matter; nothing fucking mattered except for them.

    "My love," he whispered, propping himself up on an elbow, sleepily smiling down at Nuage's now-normally colored face. "You are mine."

    "And I will always be yours."

    He wouldn't make the mistake of letting Nuage fall asleep before he knew that fact; never again; not for the rest of their days together.

    Nihlus

    that's all I want



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    More and more black spots start clouding his vision the longer his airways are restricted. It is oh so tempting to just give in and close is eyes, to let the blackness take over, except that Nihlus had said that he wants to see his eyes. And thus Nuage fights against the blackness, his trashing reduced to only an arch of his back and his lungs still instinctively trying to breath in air. Emphasis on trying, as the tender skin of his neck bruises under Nih’s large hand.

    It is the combination of the pain and pleasure, and the whispered command, that had send him over the edge. The screams coming from his lips are wordless, and blackness temporary takes over his vision as his eyes roll back when he hits this ultimate high. Not one single muscle in Nuage’s body isn’t trembling, and all his senses are both heighted and dulled. Pleasure peaks; it is the only thing he feels, but the thing is that he feels it throughout is whole body. Like Nihlus is everywhere, taking over his whole being and wrapped tightly around him like a cloak.

    Safe. Guarded. Loved.

    The product of their love is all over their chests and Nih’s hand, soon turning in a big mess; some of the semen even slowly trickling down Nuage’s side. He cannot get himself to care much. His body is still high on pleasure and low on oxygen, there is room for little else beside that – and his over flowing love for Nihlus – in his mind. The death grip on the duvet is released, and most of his muscles relax to the point of being death weight, all except for his throat which naturally tenses underneath the pressing hand.

    It burns, both his throat and lungs, as he sucks in his first lungful of air. For a second breath he does not get the chance, as Nihlus lips lock on his own and steal his breath and air away again. Nuage moans into Nihlus’s mouth, lips parting to allow his lover entrance to his hot cavern. His heavy arms are raised, slowly wrapping themselves around Nihlus’ neck and shoulders, to lovingly embrace the taller man as he still rockets deep inside Nu’s sensitive body. His pleasure is soon highlighted by pain, body too sensitive for the touch, yet basking in it as he clenches down on Nihlus’ hard rod to tease him over the edge. Easily Nuage leans into the touch, rubbing his cheek wordlessly against Nihlus’ hand, only then noticing how sticky his lashes and how wet his cheeks are. He smiles, like a love-struck fool, Nihlus’ love-struck fool.

    For Nihlus, he would do anything. He basks in the man’s gentle side as well as in his sadistic one. Before, Nuage had never thought of himself as a masochist, never thought that he would enjoy to be on the receiving end of the pain, but Nihlus opens doors he had never seen before. As long as his tall and dark lover is at his side, Nuage is not afraid either. Together, they could get through everything. Even Nihlus’ panic attacks. It pains him to see them, and he hates how useless they make him feel, but Nu is ever patient when he tries to coax the older man through them. Because that is simply what lovers do, and not because they feel obligated to. All Nuage wants is to take away all of Nihlus’ pains. He’d gladly carry them himself, because he knows Nihlus is there to look after him.

    Another soft pleasure pained moan is pulled from his parted lips as Nihlus pushes home one last time. He shudders at the hot seed spilling into him, in delight, that is. By tightening his hold with all strength he can muster – which is barely nothing as he is still catching his breath – Nuage begs the taller man to let them stay like this a little longer. He wants this connection, needs it too, and in an attempt to convey that Nuage lifts his heavy head from the mattress to plant sweet – tired – kisses all over Nihlus’ face.

    He whimpers softly when Nihlus rolls over, his body automatically attempting to ghost after his touch. The sudden flare of pain has him suck in a sharp breath, followed by a hiss. Tentatively his hands touch his neck, which already shows a discolouring which promises vivid bruising in the morning. But Nihlus makes him forget about them as easily as he had given them. Blood colors his cheek and through his dark lashes he smiles up at the handsome man hovering over him. “I..” love you too, as hoarse as he is, Nuage is barely able to produce any audible sounds. He scowls “Damn you Norison!” he hoarsely whispers, not even attempting to sound upset. His lips curl up ever so slightly, and his body turns into the taller man’s direction as his hands reaches out to welcome him into them.

    Gently he tries to tug the other man closer, knowing that if Nihlus does not want to, he would not succeed. All comes and goes with what – and more importantly when – his lover wants to give him. Nuage is always rather needy and clinging after such intense lovemaking, head still partially clouded as he is half way to subspace. Cuddles always kept him grounded, though his thoughts easily drifted, and Nu never needed another excuse but simply liking it to be held by Nihlus. And thus he whimpers again, half demanding half begging for those said cuddles.

    “Yours, and mine” he softly – hoarsely – whimpers, throat hurting whenever he attempts to speak. It does not stop him, though, as he knows that Nihlus needs to hear those words too. They make Nuage all gooey and flustered, warm too, and he wants to let his lover know before sleeps start threatening to pull him under. Nuage does not want to, not yet, struggling to keep his eyes open so he can lock them on Nihlus’ glowing ones, a soft yet very content smile tugging at the corners of his lips. They then move, without emitting any sound.

    I love you, are the words his lips form in an unspoken whisper.

    Nuage L'Étoile

    I wanted it to be you




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