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[master_troven]

Alexander leads Nick into a well appointed living room, with a pair of large plush couches facing each other in front of a massive burning fireplace. A small table with a glass covering on it sits between the two of them. The floor is hardwood with a thick persian rug on it. Sleeping on one of the couches is a small brown fire lizard. There are two doors in the room, one to the right and the other to the left. Both entrances are dark. Tall bookshelves line the walls and are stuffed with books and other interesting things, like a war hammer, a pair of bateranges, a collection of jewels, a set of rings and hundreds of other things from different universes. It is apparent that Alexander is a pack rat of the highest order. Nothing seems to be set in any particular order, but it is EVERYwhere.

In a corner is a skeleton of some sort of monsterous humanoid with the head of a bull. Next to it is a knight's black armor, missing it's arms and legs and coated in blood. There are several shields above the fireplace and an umbrella stand has swords sticking out of it. There's a liquor cabinet against one of the book shelves with all sorts of interesting shaped bottles.

Tossing his cloak onto a couch, he said, "Sorry about the mess. I don't get many visitors."

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[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"Mm...and hopefully it is a good dream then." He kissed his neck, warmer than should be hands running dowh his sides.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

He shifts a little, pressing into his hands. "I-I think so."

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"And how far would you care to follow me," And again he called him that name in that other lanugage, "Would you follow me down the rabbit's hole?" His hands slip under Nicholas' shirt, warm feverisly warm, to lightly play against his skin.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"Down the rabbit hole?" His breath catches and he shivers in spite of the head of Alexander's hands, but he doesn't get the reference.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"Will you let me do what I wish to you?" He shifts again so that he's pressing Nicholas against the couch, nearly on top of him, but still keeping a distance between their two bodies.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"Ye-es..." It's only a dream, it can't hurt... really, it can't. Might as well see what happens.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." And he kissed him hard and hungrily, pressing up against with need.