Jacob/Richard, "To the Beat of the Nightly Wake", R
Title; To the Beat of the Nightly Wake
Characters; Jacob/Richard
Rating; R
Words; 398
Summary; Richard and Jacob are part of the island, which makes them part of each other.
Disclaimer; I don't own them, I just like playing with them.
A/N; For Queens aurilly (who requested Jacob or Jacob/Richard) and joyyjpg (who did, too). Hope you don't mind sharing, but this should suit both your wishes, my former Queens :)
Neither of them ever fully understood, it just was.
Jacob was the island, and because of him, Richard became part of the island, too.
Or that's what he liked to believe, in the end, it was always the island that decided.
They were two halves of a whole and neither of them knew how to handle that.
--
Sometimes, they were like two lightning bolts colliding, like the rolling of the thunder in an upcoming rainstorm. Their hands would bruise each other's skin, their lips crushing each other's lips, drawing blood. Their breaths were shallow, heartbeats drumming inside of their chests. Richard was stronger than Jacob, but never took charge, he only ever countered, fought back. The fire that was in their eyes was nothing compared to the fire that roared inside of their bodies; a mere reflection, like the sparkling of the sun in the brilliant waves of the sea. Dazing, but not blinding.
Other times, they were like the wind blowing through the treetops, carrying the spring blossoms to the surrounding fields of green. Their fingers would find their way into the other's hair, pulling him closer for yet another kiss, deeper than the one before, or the one before that. Their tongues would play that same game they'd been playing for ages, but never grew old, while their bodies moved to the rhythm that only the island could ever fully understand.
--
Jacob had found Richard, had even been the one to find a way, the island had made it happen. He had trained Richard, taught him the things he knew until he, too, became like him and he did not need to teach him anything any more. The island would do that, if need be. The island was always there for them, and they were there for each other, whether they wanted to be or not.
They could find each other, always, they were always connected through a feeling that neither could describe. Whether Jacob was living at the same time, the island would find a way of letting Richard know.
This was something that could never be told. Not to anybody, a secret that they were unable to tell anybody else but Death itself.
So, Richard played its game, guiding Ben and the Others, accepting his post as their second-in-command; knowing there would be a time when two lightning bolts would collide again.
Characters; Jacob/Richard
Rating; R
Words; 398
Summary; Richard and Jacob are part of the island, which makes them part of each other.
Disclaimer; I don't own them, I just like playing with them.
A/N; For Queens aurilly (who requested Jacob or Jacob/Richard) and joyyjpg (who did, too). Hope you don't mind sharing, but this should suit both your wishes, my former Queens :)
Neither of them ever fully understood, it just was.
Jacob was the island, and because of him, Richard became part of the island, too.
Or that's what he liked to believe, in the end, it was always the island that decided.
They were two halves of a whole and neither of them knew how to handle that.
--
Sometimes, they were like two lightning bolts colliding, like the rolling of the thunder in an upcoming rainstorm. Their hands would bruise each other's skin, their lips crushing each other's lips, drawing blood. Their breaths were shallow, heartbeats drumming inside of their chests. Richard was stronger than Jacob, but never took charge, he only ever countered, fought back. The fire that was in their eyes was nothing compared to the fire that roared inside of their bodies; a mere reflection, like the sparkling of the sun in the brilliant waves of the sea. Dazing, but not blinding.
Other times, they were like the wind blowing through the treetops, carrying the spring blossoms to the surrounding fields of green. Their fingers would find their way into the other's hair, pulling him closer for yet another kiss, deeper than the one before, or the one before that. Their tongues would play that same game they'd been playing for ages, but never grew old, while their bodies moved to the rhythm that only the island could ever fully understand.
--
Jacob had found Richard, had even been the one to find a way, the island had made it happen. He had trained Richard, taught him the things he knew until he, too, became like him and he did not need to teach him anything any more. The island would do that, if need be. The island was always there for them, and they were there for each other, whether they wanted to be or not.
They could find each other, always, they were always connected through a feeling that neither could describe. Whether Jacob was living at the same time, the island would find a way of letting Richard know.
This was something that could never be told. Not to anybody, a secret that they were unable to tell anybody else but Death itself.
So, Richard played its game, guiding Ben and the Others, accepting his post as their second-in-command; knowing there would be a time when two lightning bolts would collide again.