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And then a while later, it was done. Or at least Alexander was done with Nick. He laid lazily on the couch, petting Nicholas. He wasn't going to do anything just then, let the other take the lead now. That would tell him what to do. "mm... my little delusional one how do you feel now?"

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He dropped it around Nicholas' neck. The stone was warm against the skin. He then kissed him lightly on the head. "Perhaps, when I see you again, you won't think this is a hallucination."

"Maybe not." Nick touched the stone lightly and smiled.

Alexander smiled back. "That's a good attitude to have. Though you'll probably want nothing to do with me, once you realize that."

Nick shrugged. "I guess we'll see..."

"Course I already screwed you senseless. I don't know where we could go from there."

Nick blushed at that.

Alexander leaned over and kissed him. "No need to blush. You aren't a boy in the flush of youth. Perhaps we'll move onto talking. ..." then he remembers something. "Hedge? Who is he again?"

"My guide in the Old Kingdom. From the patrols that guard the Ancelstierran border, originally." Why do you ask?

"Trustworthy sort?" he asked, ignoring the question. He was old, he was allowed to.

"Yes, there's no one I trust more except my friend Sam."

"And he's from the Old Kingdom?"

"Sam's the prince of the Old Kingdom, actually."

"Mixing with royalty, are we?" he asked, amused.

"My uncle is Chief Minister of Ancelstierre. I suppose that technically I could be considered nobility." He shrugged- it's not that important.

He slid back onto the couch and pulled Nick back onto his lap. He kissed at the other's man neck. "I'm nobility. Not royalty though. No kings or queens where I grew up."

"Nor in Ancelstierre. We're democratic." He leaned his head to the side.

"And it works?" he asked curiously, before sucking at the neck.

"Quite well, I believe." He shivered at the sucking.

Alexander bit him over where he had been sucking, his hands roaming across Nick's skin. "Always a good thing."

"Mmhmm." The bite was distracting.

Noticing, he nibbled Nicholas' neck, nipping here and there. His hands continued to roam, touching and teasing.

This is a very distracted Nicholas. Also a very relaxed one- he looks happier than he has in days.

Alexander doesn't know that. At least about being more relaxed. He just continues to nibble and nip at him. Then he pushes Nick down on the couch and heaves himself on top of the other man. He stares down into Nicholas' eyes with fierce intent as if trying to read his mind.

Nick blinks back up at him. "Something wrong?"

"No. Not at all," he said, brushing some of his hair behind an ear, out of his face. "Just...never mind... it's not important."

He bent down and kissed him fiercely.

He kissed back, a little started by the fierceness.

He forced himself into Nicholas' mouth, pressing his body against the other man's. There was an intensity now that wasn't there the first time.

Nick moaned a little, even more surprised now. But not objecting.

He probably wouldn't have noticed any objection right then. He seemed to be completely focused on elciting any sort of sound he could get from Nicholas, by touching, stroking and kissing.

Nick was very obliging, letting out moans and gasps at almost every touch and stroke and kiss.

Suddenly, he pulled back and away, as if he were physically afraid of touching Nicholas. He slid off the man and walked away, running his hands through his hair, distraught and muttering to himself.

Nick straightened up, looking after the older man. "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

"No... no.. my little delusional one you were fine. You were fine. But I think it's best that you leave, least I keep you here to await my pleasure."

"All right..." Nick sighed and redressed, then walked- a little painfully- toward the door.

Watches him go, leaning against the mantle piece. He wanted to say something, but didn't. He brought Nick here and gave him away to come back. It was up to him to return if he wanted to.

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