Re: The Mountain and Mohammed

[Trillian]

Jack hadn\'t seen the bottle before.  He\'d never thought to go through the drawers and see what lay in them.  When confronted with the bottle and understanding what it was for (without the need for Kerr\'s snide explanation and then the unnecessary comment after that), Jack found himself at a loss for words.

He was frozen, unable to respond or think straight.  The innuendo behind Kerr\'s sarcasm wasn\'t lost on him, except that he transferred the comment to being about them.  Wet, wet, by the Gods it was supposed to help them have sex because his body wasn\'t designed to get

Wet.  The lubrication in Kerr\'s hands had Jack\'s mind reeling.  Ben\'s body had already known Kerr.  That was the point of this madness, his suggestion.  He loved Kerr.  He wanted to know sex with love.  He\'d figured it would be an entirely new experience because it was not only sex with love but also another man, which he\'d believed was secondary at the time.

Now, it was primary.  He blinked a few times, shook his head, looked away and then frowned before looking back at Kerr.  Embarrassment stole over him and he felt awkward and ridiculous.  So this was what Kerr had come here for.  Not an excuse to meet (and yell at) Hannah, but to consider him and the event that was coming up.

He was at a loss.

"Oh."

Finally, he made a sound.

[Existentially Odd]

Kerr could see that his revelation had had impact but neither his attitude nor his jaw softened immediately.  For a few moments, he gloated that he\'d been able to shut Jack up in one fell swoop, but then he became pensive once more, his tongue stud scraping and tapping agitatedly about his mouth as he watched his companion.

Eventually, he relented, the tension leaking out of his shoulders as he decided to break the extended silence.  "Look, I didn\'t want to make a big deal about it, okay?  And I didn\'t want to... to ask you to bring it with you because it just seemed...

awkward
uncomfortable
disquieting
embarrassing
too much to ask
fraught with embarrassing landmines
potentially humiliating

awkward," he finished lamely, his body tensing up again, despite his willing it not to.  Everything he\'d thought had just rammed home that this was all fucking awkward.  All of it.

Especially the part where he had to think about Ben fucking Hannah before he came to visit him on the designated night.  That just churned his gut and caused the jealousy to swell like a wave; he figured he could let it dump him, or he could attempt to ride it, and sort this out a little.  After another moment of contemplation he decided on trying the ride; at least he\'d theoretically be floating, rather than sinking.

"And... I\'m sorry I\'m being such an asshole," he said through stiff lips, his gaze constantly roving, looking from each eerie silver eye to the other before moving down to Ben\'s beautiful lips

he kisses her with them
puts them on her naked body
in her cunt
GOD, must you?
he does, he does that, he uses her
He loves you
he loves fucking her and we can\'t even have an adult conversation about lube because it\'s too fucking awkward and yet we\'re supposed to FUCK?
it\'s ridiculous, I can\'t do it, we can\'t do it, he\'ll only be wishing I was her anyway
She\'s not the one he truly cares about
it won\'t matter, he thinks it\'s all going to be loving and fabulous but he\'s going to swallow his tongue when he gets a good look at my cock and he\'s going to flinch I know he will, it\'ll be awkward and embarrassing and shit and it won\'t matter how much he thinks he loves me or how hard I try to make it good for him, I\'m still me and he\'s still him and SHE IS STILL THE ONE HE FUCKS EVERY NIGHT
Fuck.

and trying not to think about where they went and what they touched on Hannah\'s body.  He couldn\'t avoid it, though, and images rose in his mind, causing him to flinch and squeeze his eyes shut while he forced them out, out, out.  When he opened them, he stuck with looking into Ben\'s eyes, his expression imploring.

"I hate that you have her.  I didn\'t think I would, I thought I was okay with it, but seeing you touch her, I just... " his words broke off and he broke eye contact as well, quickly flinging the bottle he was holding down onto the bed because his hands were becoming fists that he couldn\'t stop and he didn\'t want to burst the fucking thing.  He stared at his clenched hands for a few moments, trying to will them open, to clear his anger... to no avail.  They stayed taut while he looked up again and spoke through an equally tight jaw.

"I can\'t separate the two of you, not like that," he confessed in a hoarse whisper, staring at Ben\'s lips.  "I know it\'s unreasonable, that I shouldn\'t be jealous but... but you\'re him.  And you\'re mine," he asserted fiercely and suddenly his hands were unclenched and he was moving, grasping Ben\'s head between his hands and kissing him in a desperate fervour that he\'d not even been aware was simmering beneath the surface... until it was free and doing its best to label Ben as his in the best way he knew how.

[Trillian]

When he went quiet and Kerr went quiet, he found himself desperately wishing for his confidence.  He was more himself when he was with Hannah.  He could stride into any situation and be commanding.  He was arrogant in many ways, he knew it, but with Kerr he was different.  Was it Ben\'s influence?  Was his cocky assertiveness something that struck a chord in Ben like the other\'s wimpy passiveness was causing Jack to feel inadequate?  Why was it like this then, with Kerr?  Was it love?  Was it wanting to make everything smooth and right because it meant something?  Was it because he cared about what Kerr thought and that was why he second guessed all the things he\'d do and say?  Was that what love was?  Compromise?  Changing yourself to suit another?  How could such a thing be so powerful to leave those that felt the emotion, so weak?

Kerr began talking, for which Jack was grateful.  He listened to the words and the emotion behind them.  Yes, oh yes, it was jealousy, and for that Jack felt oddly comforted.  Kerr was jealous.  He wanted to reply with the statement that Kerr could return to him and that Hannah would be gone the instant such a thing happened, but he had no time to.

The instant their lips locked, he felt electricity throughout his body.  It started in his mouth, touched his heart, made his stomach flip and then began thrumming in his groin.  There was the beginning of arousal, and it was now that he understood that he wasn\'t so off-focus here.  If this kiss could be so entirely fabulous that he was lost in it (his arms thrown around Kerr, his body pressed close), then surely more intimate things would be better?  He\'d had a moment upon seeing the lube that he wondered if the decision to have sex with Kerr was the right one, but the kiss sealed the deal.  It was.  Kerr was physically harder, more demanding, and something about that turned Jack on a great deal more.  Oh, he could feel something else inside of him too, being stirred.  He let it rise as closely to the surface as he dared, wondering if that stirring in him was what the mad prophet had been talking about.  Was it Ben?  Was it his consciousness?  Was it him that wanted to do anything for Kerr?  Yes, Jack knew that it was, but how conscious the other being was in his depth was beyond him.  He\'d mostly slept, had only been vaguely aware of certain things - could Ben see more?  It was hard to know.  Impossible, until they were separated, and only if Ben survived the process - something that had never happened to those that had borne his mark.

The kiss ended, eventually, leaving him clinging to the vampire that was his sire by Ben\'s wishes.

"She\'s unimportant," Jack said finally, on breath that was light and impossible to hear without enhanced hearing.  "She\'s gone."

[Existentially Odd]

"Gone?" Kerr queried dazedly, momentarily confused by the statement simply because he was too wrapped up in the connection

Ben, sweet Jesus I can taste him
feel him
hold him
It\'s not him
it is, it is it\'s-
Not-
Ben
Ben

and the power of the kiss to process what he was hearing.  He knew the girl to still be sitting in the lounge - pressing at the remote control from what he could tell, for he heard buttons moving... even though the television station didn\'t seem to be... oh, who cared? - and not gone, so that added to his misunderstanding.

Eventually, the blood stopped rushing through his ears long enough for him to understand that Jack was telling him he would get rid of her for him.  The emotions rocketing within him, the yearning and craving being satisfied... made him suddenly magnanimous.

"You don\'t have to, I was being an asshole," he murmured, stepping in and shoving himself against Ben as he simultaneously grabbed his ass and lifted, exulting in the closeness.  His lips fell to his love\'s throat, licking, sucking, nibbling, moaning as he kissed further.  Dissatisfied with this mid-air position, however, he turned and strategically dropped Ben onto the bed, landing heavily upon him and groaning as the sweet, sweet impact rippled through his firm groin.  He ground against him, not really focussed on what he was saying, desiring only to keep these feelings, this delightful connection alive.

"You don\'t have to get rid of her for me.  I just... I can\'t see you with her, it drives me crazy, I want to... want... you," he babbled, switching sides so that he was now molesting the other half of Ben\'s throat, gouging a knee into the mattress to give him some sort of anchor because it felt like they were sliding but he was grinding, grinding incessantly against Ben, his hands squeezing and lifting the smaller man, wanting his legs around him, wanting to be inside him somehow... soon...

His fangs sank into Ben\'s throat - as they often did - and he began drinking the blood the fledgling had begun the night with, automatically asserting himself in an effort to compound this connection.  It was like a taste dancing only in his memory, a smell he couldn\'t define but for tasting it... he was chasing something and he didn\'t know what but every fibre in his being was straining for it.

[Trillian]

It was Jack all along.  Yes, Ben was in his consciousness, somewhere near the surface, but it was Jack at the controls, Jack being seduced by Kerr\'s words, and Jack finding himself swept along the current that was Kerr\'s passion.  It was Jack that was lifted off his feet, finding the situation both alarming and exciting.  Jack, who was on the bed beneath Kerr and squeezing at his sides and stroking his back while Kerr ground into him.  Jack who was grinning and stifling soft chuckles at Kerr\'s kisses.

He was shocked when Kerr bit into him.  He felt vulnerable beneath the vampire who was his elder and more powerful than him in this form.  He found himself leaving the dreamlike state and entering the harsh reality of being fed from - the lovely ebbing marred by the conscious worry.  His mouth opened and closed much like a fish in a tank, though no sound came out.  He didn\'t get lost in the feeding like Ben would, because he wasn\'t Ben, he was Jack, and Jack found himself caught with indecision.  It felt good, but it seemed wrong.

[Existentially Odd]

Jack\'s shock and lack of reaction were not what Kerr was chasing and it didn\'t take a genius to pick up on the cues of fading passion; he released Ben\'s throat (reluctantly, because he\'d thought for sure he\'d connect with Ben inside Jack like that) and kissed it as it healed closed by itself.

"I\'m sorry, sorry," he whispered, sounding aroused rather than apologetic, strong in his desire to find some other way to claim him (besides undulating all over him, of course).  "I love you, \'m sorry," he continued, kissing downwards instead of up towards Ben\'s mouth, tugging at his shirt and eager to get his mouth on nipples and chest and stomach, stick his tongue in Ben\'s navel.

"God, I love these pants on you," he ground out as he crossed the threshold of hovering and simply slid off the bed so he could kneel on the floor between Ben\'s knees.  There was another way he could assert his ownership and he formulated a plan as he nibbled and kissed along the waistband of the ostentatious leather pants (that clung so beautifully to Ben\'s body), squeezing up his lover\'s thighs and cupping the bulge between - before he kissed it.  "Let me taste you here instead," he pleaded, looking up along Ben\'s body, hoping to meet an assenting silvery gaze.

[Trillian]

Jack appreciated the change Kerr took, grateful for the lighter kisses and responding much in kind once his head turned to face Kerr, though it didn\'t last long when the brunette vampire moved away and lowered himself down Jack\'s body.

He knew what would come next, from shirt to pants - especially when they were mentioned, knowing that Ben would never wear such things because Kerr had more or less told him so when he\'d bought them and the jig had been up - and was at peace with such a thing.

He whispered his consent, many affirmations coming out of his mouth about how good he was feeling and how he liked what Kerr was doing.  His fingers moved about Kerr\'s body (as much as he could touch), stroking and caressing fondly, until it was time for him to be revealed.  Hannah wasn\'t on his mind for he was so sure that she would obey his order to remain in the lounge there was no fear of her seeing them - not that such a thing would matter anyway.

He didn\'t close his eyes, didn\'t lay back entirely for he was eager to watch every move Kerr made, ready with a whispered comment to guide him or inform him of how he was feeling.  Jack was rather chatty, when it came to such things.

[Existentially Odd]

It was unusual (to Kerr) to hear Ben\'s voice guiding him but he liked it; when it came time for the pants to come off, Kerr\'s lavishing went up another notch.  He stood Jack up and kissed him again, disrobing him as erotically as he knew how before he encouraged the other to lay back properly on the bed, enjoying his nudity and rather liking that, for once, his lover enjoyed being looked at covetously.

He didn\'t waste a lot of time sight-seeing, of course.  Like a dying man lost in a desert without water, he fell upon Ben\'s cock and devoured it eagerly.  He hummed, he slid, he prodded with his tongue stud, he swiped, he sucked, he followed every little instruction he received with enthusiasm.  As he\'d done before, he watched Jack\'s mind in an effort to pre-empt his desires, to make it delicious, to make it last, to make it perfect.

To make this body his; unequivocally and eternally.

Kerr had no concept of how long it went on but it was just after he took his final swallow of Ben\'s seed that he felt her at his back, a mortal heartbeat that had tiptoed reluctantly but determinedly down the hall to see exactly why everything had gone so quiet in the bedroom.  Hannah, breaking Jack\'s orders and getting a nasty surprise for her trouble; his dead heart swelled with dark pride that she should see this and he turned to look at her with a smirk on his face.

She\'d arrived in time to see Jack cum, but neither of the men were aware of that.  She stood there with her eyes wide and both hands covering her mouth - which was hanging open in shock.  She\'d been expecting to see one of them dead or something, so angry had the two been when they\'d disappeared over an hour before, but finding them... like this... she was speechless.  She gasped when the stranger turned to grin at her, though, overwhelmed by his expression.

"W-what are you d-doing?" she found the courage to ask tremulously and hated the way he chuckled at her.

"None of your business.  Now go back to the lounge like a good girl; I\'ll be out to wipe your mind soon, \'kay?"

"Okay," she agreed hollowly and - compelled by Kerr - she was gone as quickly as she\'d arrived.

He turned to Jack, looking far more imperious than usual.  "I assume you don\'t want her to remember any of this?" he queried, pressing fond kisses to Ben\'s belly.

[Trillian]

Kerr\'s attentions were well received.  Jack guided him throughout the entire process, telling him that he liked what was being done, saying he liked the next thing better, suggesting what next he could do and then softly groaning when Kerr hit just the right spot.  He found the awkwardness was perfectly expelled with this act, as intimate as it was.  Kerr was simply astounding at this act, so much better than anyone else Jack had been with, he seemed to know every little thing to do to make it perfect, even before Jack could tell him so.  That strange little thing in his mouth was used to increasing advantage, and though Jack had experienced women with primal things embedded in their tongues, or devices to enhance the experience, the simplest of things - the stud - was the best.

He was being built up, held, built up, held, until finally he came so hard he had to grab the pillow and release a muffled yell into it.  He clutched it to his chest after the climax settled down and turned his head at Hannah\'s voice, not seeing the expression on Kerr\'s face but hearing the sour note of dark victory in his voice.  He didn\'t care.  What he\'d said about Hannah had been true enough.  She was unimportant.  He\'d had plans for her, but it was nothing he couldn\'t start up again after Kerr blanked her mind.

"Remove the last few hours," he said with a sigh.  "I\'ll see you out after and return to her throwing herself at me so I can throw her out properly."

[Existentially Odd]

"Throw her out?" Kerr mused, turning to regard Ben through heavy-lidded eyes.  Need pulsed hopefully (and obviously) in his pants but seeing his sated lover sprawled sexily on the bed before him, recovering slowly from a blissful orgasm he\'d provided, satisfied him on a deeper, more selfish level.

He crawled up beside Jack, pressing thoughtful lips to his shoulder as he folded an arm across his body and curled a jeans-clad leg over his naked one.  "I was serious you know.  You don\'t have to get rid of her - and you\'re coming to my place so there won\'t be any complications there.  I just need to... control my jealousy and not see you with her, basically.  There\'s still two months until the ritual can be performed; I understand you don\'t want to cut your nose off to spite your face."

You\'re still mine, any way you slice it; I just have to be reassured every now and then, that\'s all.

[Trillian]

Jack regarded Kerr for a long moment, liking their closeness and feeling very comfortable, making up for the uncomfortable beginning.  He pondered Kerr\'s words and nodded thoughtfully.  Yes, he would keep Hannah if it didn\'t come at a sacrifice of Kerr.  If Kerr himself said it wouldn\'t, Jack could trust that.

For now he simply lay and stared up at the ceiling.  There was a blissfully sated feeling in him, a sense of contentment.  He didn\'t know if it was the greatness of the sex itself or the fact it had come from Kerr.  Either way, he was feeling much better about what was on the cards for both of them.

"This could be very good," he murmured, wondering if he would even want Hannah after he and Kerr got together - or if Kerr wouldn\'t mind him having her.  This wasn\'t an experience either of them had before, so it would be difficult to know how they would feel, even if they thought they would feel a certain way.  Jack was hoping Kerr would want to remain with him.  Hannah\'s future was uncertain after all.

[Existentially Odd]

Kerr laughed throatily, raising himself up on an elbow so that he could look down at Ben\'s face, his eyes, his mouth.  "It usually is," he quipped cheekily before leaning down for another soft kiss.  When he pulled back, he was reluctant but resigned.

"I better go," he announced, extricating himself from his coddling position and wriggling towards the edge of the bed.  He sat on it so that he could pull the boots he\'d kicked off back on, allowing himself a breathy laugh as he spied the bottle of lubricant on the floor beside them.  "I\'ll call somebody about coming to fix the kitchen counter and the window - I might arrange it for when you\'re at my place, actually."

It was inane chatter, surface nonsense because he didn\'t really know what else to say.  The fervour with which he\'d thrown himself into branding Jack was alien to him and he was having retroactive thoughts of shock about it; he was also trying to decide whether he wanted to be in Hannah\'s memories at all or whether he\'d just take all this out of her mind and take her back to still waiting for Jack to get home.  Then, of course, was the desire still throbbing through him, but that would have to take a back seat until he got home.

He was, in short, preoccupied and a little dazed.

Once his boots were on, he grabbed the bottle off the carpet and gave Jack a shy smile as he straightened his clothing and ran a soothing hand through his hair.  Since his fledgling had no other objection, he then turned and headed out to the lounge with long, purposeful strides.

Hannah\'s eyes widened fearfully as he approached and she began to scramble back on the couch as if he would hurt her - it was obvious that she was crying.  Kerr made shushing noises as he approached, his mind locking onto hers with consummate skill and settling her immediately.  Unfortunately, the process of wiping her memory was not as easy as he\'d arrogantly predicted it would be, since she was rather deeply in love with Jack and seeing him with Kerr had affected her profoundly, causing her to sob continually as she\'d retreated to ponder the worth of her life.

"Fucking hell," he muttered to himself as he perched on the edge of the armchair to her right, pondering if she was devoted enough to commit suicide should Jack ever break up with her.  He decided it was too tough to call, at this stage and concentrated instead on gouging out every part of the last couple of hours, taking her back to where she was sitting around singing along with Rihanna and playing her DS (whatever that was).  Knowing that he was invisible to her, he finally rose to his feet after twenty minutes, gaze seeking Jack in order to give him a nod of acknowledgement.

Feeling rather more sleazy than he\'d expected to, Kerr then headed for the front door and waited in the hallway for Jack to grab his keys, exit after him and re-enact his homecoming two hours beforehand.  When the other appeared, Kerr took it upon himself to revise their earlier kiss in farewell (though only one hand cupped Jack\'s face this time).  When it broke, he stared deep into the silvery eyes he loved so deeply he could understand Hannah\'s crippling contemplation of life without Jack.

"So... I\'ll see you in a few nights\' time, then?" he prompted, wanting unnecessary reassurance.

[Trillian]

Jack found himself a part of yet another deep kiss, liking the feel of Kerr\'s hand against his face and lifting his own hand to keep it there.  Once it was over and the request for confirmation came, he nodded and smiled not-quite-so-shyly this time, desire in his gaze as he looked at Kerr in a much brighter light.

"I would not miss it for the world," he said sincerely.