Jon Rhys Meyers/Desmond Hume - PG - You have me, always
[Takes place after Viggo's turning]
[Crossposted to desmond_blood and jrm_blood]
It was still a few hours before dawn and Jon wasn't even sure if Desmond would be home, but he needed to be with him. Jon stood at the gate for several minutes trying to get his head together before he sent out a message. Des? Can I see you? Please?
Lifting his head as he received Jon's message, Desmond responded, of course, love. Come on in. Moving to the door, he opened it to welcome his lover in.
Jon tried to keep it casual, but as soon as he saw Desmond he started to crumble. Even though he hated any one seeing him vulnerable Jon couldn't hold back his tears of pent up emotion and exhaustion.
And Desmond was right there to catch his lover when he did crumble. He had little knowledge of what brought Jon to this state, but that didn't matter right now. What mattered was that his lover needed him. Desmond wrapped Jon in his arms, hands soothingly moving across his back trying to impart some sense of comfort.
Jon was finally able to let out everything he'd been bottling up for months. His arms wrapped around Desmond's waist and he let himself cry until he finally began to relax in the safety of his lover's arms.
Heart breaking for his Jon, Desmond guided them to sit on a nearby sofa. He whispered words of love as he continued to stroke his lover's thin body.
"I did it tonight Des," Jon whispered still holding Desmond. "I did it and he's okay."
"I knew you could," he kissed Jon's temple. "He is with Dom now?"
Jon nodded and finally leaned back enough to look at Des. "It's strange because I did it for Dom, but he was so upset with me..."
"You expected that though, right?" Des brushed a lock of hair of of Jon's face, "He will forgive you as soon as the fear leaves his system."
"Maybe," Jon murmured then closed his eyes to catch his breath. He gave a shuddering sigh and open them. "I was so scared when we started... Viggo trusted me, but I could feel his fear too. Then his panic as he neared death."
"He trusted you with one of the biggest decisions he will ever make, Jon." gently, Desmond kissed his lover. "He knew you were strong enough to do it. In the long run, your friend will see that you have done nothing wrong but love him enough to give him what his heart truly wanted."
"It was hard to leave," Jon said quietly and a stray tear rolled down his cheek. "I am his Sire and I wanted to stay with him, but I knew it needed to be Dom."
"Do you need to go back, love?" while his own sire turned and ran, he could imagine the tug on his gentle hearted Jon to be with his childe was great. "Would being nearer to him help to ease your heart?"
Jon shook his head even though he longed to be with Viggo and see him through his first night. "Dom will take care of him... can I stay here? I don't think I can be alone tonight."
"You are always welcome here," a hand on the back of Jon's head guided the other vampire against his chest. "If you are certain that I cannot accompany you to your childe then we should get ready and curl up into bed."
"I want to stay with you," Jon whispered while trying to send a gentle thought to his new born childe and Dom.
"Come on," he released Jon, grabbing his hand to lead him further into the house. "I think we should cuddle up in bed together."
With a small smile that made him look like the teenager he had been when turned, Jon followed Desmond through to his bedroom.
"If you would feel more comfortable, I could loan you something to sleep in," turning Desmond kissed his lover's cheek. "But I would love to feel your skin against mine.
"Don't need anything except you right now," Jon said softly and still held tightly to Desmond's hand as if he would fall apart if he let go.
"Come on then," Desmond moved them towards the bed. "You have me, always."
Jon shed the few clothes he was wearing and crawled under the sheet. "I know he'll be alright tonight, but it's hard at the start... the hunger and others know you're vulnerable." It seemed to come out of the blue, but Jon knew Desmond would understand.
Desmond's own clothes disappeared quickly and he slipped into bed beside his lover, arms open to invite him in. "I know it must be hard, but he is safe where he is tonight. He is safe with Dom."
"What of tomorrow?" Jon mumbled settling against Desmond. "Will I still be welcome there?" He knew it wasn't something Desmond could answer and turned his face to kiss the cool skin against his cheek. "Doesn't matter I guess... they have each other now and I have you." Jon finally smiled.
"You always have me," Des kissed Jon's temple, cradling the smaller vampire against his chest trying to infuse as much peace into his lover as he could.
"I sometimes wonder what would have happened to me if I didn't become a Vampire," Jon whispered. "If I'd gown to be a man or died anyway. Do you ever wonder that?"
"Aye," Des nodded slightly, face rubbing against Jon's hair. "I don't think we can avoid the what ifs. But, if you were never changed I would never have the opportunity to love you, and that what if breaks my fucking heart."
Jon looked up at him and smiled. He shuffled up a little higher and kissed Desmond softly then whispered, "Well I'm glad I was turned."
"So glad," Des agreed, head raising to capture Jon's lips again.
[Crossposted to desmond_blood and jrm_blood]
It was still a few hours before dawn and Jon wasn't even sure if Desmond would be home, but he needed to be with him. Jon stood at the gate for several minutes trying to get his head together before he sent out a message. Des? Can I see you? Please?
Lifting his head as he received Jon's message, Desmond responded, of course, love. Come on in. Moving to the door, he opened it to welcome his lover in.
Jon tried to keep it casual, but as soon as he saw Desmond he started to crumble. Even though he hated any one seeing him vulnerable Jon couldn't hold back his tears of pent up emotion and exhaustion.
And Desmond was right there to catch his lover when he did crumble. He had little knowledge of what brought Jon to this state, but that didn't matter right now. What mattered was that his lover needed him. Desmond wrapped Jon in his arms, hands soothingly moving across his back trying to impart some sense of comfort.
Jon was finally able to let out everything he'd been bottling up for months. His arms wrapped around Desmond's waist and he let himself cry until he finally began to relax in the safety of his lover's arms.
Heart breaking for his Jon, Desmond guided them to sit on a nearby sofa. He whispered words of love as he continued to stroke his lover's thin body.
"I did it tonight Des," Jon whispered still holding Desmond. "I did it and he's okay."
"I knew you could," he kissed Jon's temple. "He is with Dom now?"
Jon nodded and finally leaned back enough to look at Des. "It's strange because I did it for Dom, but he was so upset with me..."
"You expected that though, right?" Des brushed a lock of hair of of Jon's face, "He will forgive you as soon as the fear leaves his system."
"Maybe," Jon murmured then closed his eyes to catch his breath. He gave a shuddering sigh and open them. "I was so scared when we started... Viggo trusted me, but I could feel his fear too. Then his panic as he neared death."
"He trusted you with one of the biggest decisions he will ever make, Jon." gently, Desmond kissed his lover. "He knew you were strong enough to do it. In the long run, your friend will see that you have done nothing wrong but love him enough to give him what his heart truly wanted."
"It was hard to leave," Jon said quietly and a stray tear rolled down his cheek. "I am his Sire and I wanted to stay with him, but I knew it needed to be Dom."
"Do you need to go back, love?" while his own sire turned and ran, he could imagine the tug on his gentle hearted Jon to be with his childe was great. "Would being nearer to him help to ease your heart?"
Jon shook his head even though he longed to be with Viggo and see him through his first night. "Dom will take care of him... can I stay here? I don't think I can be alone tonight."
"You are always welcome here," a hand on the back of Jon's head guided the other vampire against his chest. "If you are certain that I cannot accompany you to your childe then we should get ready and curl up into bed."
"I want to stay with you," Jon whispered while trying to send a gentle thought to his new born childe and Dom.
"Come on," he released Jon, grabbing his hand to lead him further into the house. "I think we should cuddle up in bed together."
With a small smile that made him look like the teenager he had been when turned, Jon followed Desmond through to his bedroom.
"If you would feel more comfortable, I could loan you something to sleep in," turning Desmond kissed his lover's cheek. "But I would love to feel your skin against mine.
"Don't need anything except you right now," Jon said softly and still held tightly to Desmond's hand as if he would fall apart if he let go.
"Come on then," Desmond moved them towards the bed. "You have me, always."
Jon shed the few clothes he was wearing and crawled under the sheet. "I know he'll be alright tonight, but it's hard at the start... the hunger and others know you're vulnerable." It seemed to come out of the blue, but Jon knew Desmond would understand.
Desmond's own clothes disappeared quickly and he slipped into bed beside his lover, arms open to invite him in. "I know it must be hard, but he is safe where he is tonight. He is safe with Dom."
"What of tomorrow?" Jon mumbled settling against Desmond. "Will I still be welcome there?" He knew it wasn't something Desmond could answer and turned his face to kiss the cool skin against his cheek. "Doesn't matter I guess... they have each other now and I have you." Jon finally smiled.
"You always have me," Des kissed Jon's temple, cradling the smaller vampire against his chest trying to infuse as much peace into his lover as he could.
"I sometimes wonder what would have happened to me if I didn't become a Vampire," Jon whispered. "If I'd gown to be a man or died anyway. Do you ever wonder that?"
"Aye," Des nodded slightly, face rubbing against Jon's hair. "I don't think we can avoid the what ifs. But, if you were never changed I would never have the opportunity to love you, and that what if breaks my fucking heart."
Jon looked up at him and smiled. He shuffled up a little higher and kissed Desmond softly then whispered, "Well I'm glad I was turned."
"So glad," Des agreed, head raising to capture Jon's lips again.