somewhere beyond this -- Morgan

[CASIDHE TRYSTEN CATARA]

Family. He has Valentine who should never have gotten stuck with him -- but her mother was a far worse option -- and Casper. That's as far as it goes now, though it's hard not to see both Morgan and Evan as some kind of extention of that, somehow. The feeling would probably never go away, though he did not want to mention it. Did not even want to think of it, if only he could help that fact. He couldn't. The thoughts just swept through his mind whenever. It could not be contained. Any other family was hard to pull to the surface. He knows he must of had a mother, and in some way a father, but that's all he really knows. He'd been pulled from his mother's arms at an age where he'd been too young to remember. The slave women were good to him, though. They'd been good mothers, but most of them died far too early even for humans. Azarine had been like a brother to him while growing up, too. But there were dark sides to everything.

Casi does not think about family right now. It doesn't run past the here and now; what's going on in front of him, more or less. He'd taken Evan, set her in the blazer, then went to move to ther driver's side of the chevy. Before he could get there, Morgan's caught him, and the number was written there on his arm. With a sharpie. Of course. Cas made a face, but he nodded anyway. He'd put the number in his phone and scrub the skin off on the arm to get the number off. It was quicker that way, and of course he'd heal. He just didn't need to deal with questions over why and who wrote their number on his arm. "I'm sure she'll be fine." He said lightly, and at the last words he . "Yeah, tomorrow." He repeated quietly, watching Morgan get into the truck and sliding behind the wheel of his blazer. He took a moment to clear his head as best he could, then drove away. He'd taken a few stops before getting there, though he'd gotten some water for Evan between that, of course.

Once home, Cas let Evan meet Valentine -- which went over well -- and then Casper spazzed out, goading the spaniel to play as Casi went over the day with the nanny before she'd left. Then things went on almost like normal, with one spaniel added to the fray. Once in bed, Casper and Evan sorted themselves out as to where they'd cuddle in to sleep. The morning came with the sound of a fussy waking baby and several licks to his face from the animals in his bed. But he'd gotten up, grabbed a bottle for Valentine to feed her, then fed both Casper and Evan. Later they'd gone for a late morning stroll through the park, and back home again for when the nanny was suppost to arrive. Once she did and all that was settled, Cas grabbed his work clothes to change into when he got to the bakery -- kissed the baby's forhead and then Casper's too -- swept Evan up in his arms and went out the door to the blazer.

And of course, he had some drug runs to do before work anyway, so he got those out of the way in the time he had in between. It was earlier then he'd said he would be when he finally drove into the bakery parking lot and parked the chevy. He waited to see Morgan's truck, simply cuddling Evan and listening to music for those few minutes. Casi was still all kinds of messed up about the situation, but he was trying hard to hold it all together. He couldn't let it get to him. Or that's what he kept telling himself. It was hard not to, though. He had to distract himself, and so he popped a pill to calm his nerves, and then started singing to the songs playing, holding Evan in his arms and swaying his upper body to the beat. Nothing like singing to a spaniel to chase away all the crazy thoughts just threatening to take over his mind. These things were working, at least.

[hound2]

He’d driven away with shaking hands, rummaging for whatever was rolling around under the seat by the time he was far enough away. Wouldn’t want Casi to see that he wasn’t clean any more. He had been, when he was back home. Being back home as something that was far stranger, far different than being here. He was surrounded by the people that he’d grown up around. He was surrounded by the world that he left behind. Everyone talked there… yet no one really had clear details about Kit. That was what happened when your divorced parents were freaking out on each other. No one needed to know.

No one had so much as known he’d liked boys. No one except for Grace. She’d tried to kiss him one night when they were sitting around in the lower pasture, on the back of Morgan’s truck. Maybe that was the reason he’d left the F-100 behind. There were too many memories in that truck… this wasn’t exactly starting fresh either. There was nothing fresh and new anymore, and maybe that was the way he wanted it. Morgan wanted something real to hold to. Grace was back home. He didn’t even have a best friend to make sure things weren’t falling apart.

So he’d called Grace via Skype that night, stayed up drinking with her like usual. The house was just the way he’d left it, save for the fact the dishes he knew had been in the sink were sitting in the cupboard, washed. Everything was strikingly un-dusty, there were no bills that hadn’t been taken care of, just personal mail that had stacked up. Save for the Shepler’s and Cabella’s catalogs, nothing of interest was there. Morgan sighed and raked his hand back through his hair at the sight. It was a normal night.

Grace expressed her concern about Morgan having returned. She was down another set of hands with him gone, had to hire another. She pointed out the fact that he looked like hell. The young woman could only do so much looking out for Morgan before he started to be annoyed by it. He shook his head, refusing blatantly. This was the decision he’d made, and he wasn’t leaving without Casidhe. The daily status report only served to worry him. One of the bulls was trying to get to the cows in heat, knocked out a back fence – one of the barn cats is pregnant, now that she’s in the house she’s constantly harassing Riven – a pregnant cow is sick – one of the hands got bucked off a horse and might be concussed – Grace’s mom had another bout of the flu— it was all too much. Morgan was losing track and losing hold of the world that had been his.

The Wyoming man went to bed that night, but he didn’t sleep. Instead, the man lay awake in the sheets that still held Casidhe’s scent. The blond man crashed around in his head, still so painfully desirable. All he’d wanted was to take the man back here with him, and he’d screwed up. He would try again today, he would always try again. Never stop trying, right? He couldn’t give up on love. Though Morgan was awake all night, he felt better in the morning. Sleep was comforting, but for the immortal, he didn’t feel it was necessary. He got more done just thinking.

With steely resolve, he was awake the next morning. Part of Morgan wondered if he should be late on purpose, a prompt for Casi to call him. That way, he’d have the other man’s number back in his phone. Still, being late would be a bad impression… no. He wasn’t like that. Still, the young man rummaged for one of his t-shirts, pulling out a grey Browning number that was beat up and comfortable. One of his favorite images was Casi wearing it to bed… anyway. That, and he was tripping into yesterday’s jeans and cinching his belt. A pair of sunglasses from the drawer and he was on his way out.

At least the red vehicle was quieter than his F-100 that rattled wherever he went. The F-250 navigated easily into the parking lot of the bakery, and he thought dully of the parents with split custody of their children. He made his way down easily, adjusting his hat after a collision with the roof of the sunbaked truck. Morgan looked around, trying to insure that no one had seen his small incident, realizing that Casi was still in the front seat of his blazer, Evan in his lap. He realizes there too that the other immortal is in his own little world.

He shuts the door quietly, trying not to snap him out of his state. Subtly, Morgan snaps a picture before coming closer. Casi always avoided photographs, but the man and his dog—too priceless. He wouldn’t need to know. Casi’s voice fills his head, as well, and he moves closer with a chuckle. Morgan leans down to the window, grinning broadly as he does. Bold as brass, a cowboy in the sunlight. He embraces who he is, first and foremost. He feels good. More than good. The most beautiful things in his life (or he hoped were in his life) were in one place.

“You’ve always had the most beautiful voice.” There’s a slight husk to Morgan’s voice, warm and tonal. It’s rich and dark, his eyes gentle on Casi’s face. He’s gentle about it, eyes warm, smiling… always smiling. It’s what Casidhe does to him, to think of it. Morgan leans on the Blazer, a hand reaching through the open window to pat Evan’s head. She’s a good dog, and he’s aware that she’s missed Casi, even as much as he has.

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Sometimes people asked what had happened, where Kit had gone. That was something they didn't really share, but Cas had been here the entire time. He had always planned to move, to go somewhere else after a few more years. After it had to happen. But then with what he had gotten from Shamus, there was no need to do that. He could make himself look older, though to what degree had to do with how much of the concoction he ingested. And the bottle was enchanted to never empty. Cas could live here for an entire human lifespan if he so choosed. Maybe he would, since he finally could. Never before was he able to stay for more then five years in any one place. People started to notice that he never changed, never aged. That could be bad, if they started to get suspicious. Casi was nervous about that. He knew hunters were everywhere. He actually had a friend that was one, though she didn't hurt those that weren't hurting others.

Casi didn't have much of a preference when it came to gender. He'd never had a chance to decide for himself what he liked or didn't. He'd been too young to really give it much thought when he was thrown to the wolves, so to speak. Cas did not give much thought on physical appearance in the same way most people did, either. Yes, he understood the curve of what was good looking to the degree that anyone might, but it did not exactly pertain to him. He was better at approval to what he knew to be healthy structure, honestly. He knows that Morgan was a beautiful creature by any standards, and he could feel desire for the other immortal that he couldn't feel for many. It was a very rare thing to feel, and Cas knew Giselle was what most people would consider sexy, but he simply couldn't feel anything like that. Doesn't matter though; it doesn't have to be important. He'd done much worse before. She was a nice girl in so many other ways. Friendship was important when with someone, so that he had.

Morgan's house had been cleaned weekly, because Cas couldn't stand the idea of not keeping it looked after. It had totally slipped his mind to give Morgan back his key, but he'd have to bring that to the man later, since he kept it at his own place when it wasn't the weekly day to clean it out. There was so much he had to get figured out with this, but it was quite a shock to see Morgan again after all this time. Cas hadn't even told Morgan that his daughter had been born or that it was a girl, or what her name was... All Casi had known up until her birth was that a baby existed, and it was his. Mia wasn't all that giving of information. Actually, the things he had to do, to go though to get Valentine weren't things he wanted to ever think about. There was always the worry hanging over Casi's head that she could find him and take Valentine away. Another reason as to why Cas should have her. She'd be safer with someone else. Mia would never know who or where... He hated thinking about it that way. It only meant that he wasn't doing the right thing by keeping her.

Yeah, Cas couldn't stand having his picture taken or anything like that. As it was, he could probably count on his fingers how many of such things existed in the world. Well, he couldn't include copies of any of those in the number... there might still be a few of those history books out there with pictures taken of a certain painting from some centuries back. He'd been doing his best to collect the books, though. He had a few boxes of them; the specific pages torn out, burned. He doesn't like bringing attention to it, but if there was a chance to buy -- or yes, even steal -- the book, he'd do it in a heartbeat. It was that much of an issue to him to have pictures of him anywhere. Casi knows Morgan had the outline one. He didn't say anything about it, he decided that if anyone had one, then it should be Morgan. Cas might not be so pleased about the photo taken of him just now, however. Still, what he doesn't know won't hurt him in this instance.

Finally, as Morgan leans down to the window and speaks, Cas glances up. The lyrics of the song drifts off, and he falls silent for a moment; giving a small smile. "Thanks." It's softly spoken, and he gave a glance at Evan. "Time to go back to your daddy, Evan girl." He cooed, kissing her head before he opened the door and stepped out, hugging the spaniel before passing her over to Morgan. He rubbed one of his arms idly once Evan was back to Morgan, shutting the blazer door and pressing his back on it to lean. He's silent for a minute, head going through a few different things. "Oh, I'll have to give you the key to your house. Slipped my mind this morning, sorry." Then tone is even, and he looks apologetic on that, but there had been a bunch of things go on, not to mention the fact that dealing with Morgan's return was difficult. Made him unable to focus on what needed to be done to the extent he could normally manage.

[hound2]

Morgan smiles softly at the man. After all this time it wasn't hard to remember why he was so in love with the obscenely perfect creature. Casidhe may not know about the normal attractiveness scale, but whatever he'd done had spellbound Morgan in more ways than should have been believable. Spellbound... that was a good word for the former witch. His eyes still shone purple sometimes. When emotions ran high they were even brighter than the contacts he'd worn to please Casi originally. Everything was so much a part of him now... he never had let go all that easily.

He’s in love with the man. That’s something that he wanted to come across loud and clear… Casi was supposed to be his. That was what made his blood boil, his heart pound in his chest. As his pulse picks up, he knows. Morgan leans on the side of the Blazer, watching the man with a gentleness in his face. All in the same, it’s possessiveness. That’s his. The man doesn’t know what he’s going to do about it, but there’s a resolve to him that’s brand new. Well… not brand new. It’s moderately new. It’s been renewed in Morgan, and he won’t let that go for anything.

The young man shifts the spaniel over his shoulder, purposefully dragging the tips of his fingers down Casidhe’s arms. There’s as much contact as he can pack into the gesture right there, taking his baby back and loading her into the truck before returning to his spot to speak with the man. “She was good for you, I trust… never got back to living with other dogs so well… all she wanted was Casper, no one else cuddles up with her like he does.” The young man with a light smile, daringly handsome in the light. He shines, sometimes.

There’s nothing subtle about the predatory way in which Morgan invades Casidhe’s personal space. His eyes are hungry, starving… a man starved. “Keep it.” Two simple words, laced with the dark seductiveness that he was falling back into. Morgan wasn’t quite flying, but he was a bit more up than usual. There was something in his system, something he didn’t have a name for. It had been in the plastic baggy in his glove compartment, a mixed bag of sorts… yeah, he was fine. 100% coherency, just the stress on his back, knee and pelvis was relieved. His head was clear. For all he knew, it was the prescription ibuprofen that was just barely expired. Morgan advances on the man, a hand reaching out to skate across Casi’s cheek. Just… touch. Touch is so damn good.

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It was never intentional, this thing with Morgan. Cas hadn't been trying.. well, anything. Now he can see that he'd been oddly out there when he'd first met Morgan. He'd all but offered himself to the once-witch when asking Morgan if the male wanted to kiss him. That had not been the normal way of things back then. The more Casi looked back on things, the more he realized he'd always gone that extra step. That one that set Morgan apart from the rest if the fray. There were all these little things that made all the difference to Cas in the end. The fact that he'd chosen Morgan, had been carving that path even as fate seemed to have other plans for him. Not that it had come to anything now, after Morgan had left. Casi would always feel that pull, that need to fill in a void that only Morgan could fill. Cas just wouldn't indulge in it. Not now after everything. He wanted to be stronger then that. Then his own emotions.

There had been something about Morgan's eyes that had pulled him in. No sense in denying that, because the other immortal knew just how much Casi liked the violet the color had once been. At least, it had normally always been the color, and now it had faded somewhat. Except for emotional moments, when it seemed to get a striking, vivid color starting around the pupils, moving outwards... That was new to a degree, since there were so many changes at first when Morgan had become immortal. The once-witch's body had to adapt to what had happened to it, to what kept it immortal. Now it seemed like much was settling in with it all. But with everything he felt still -- that he was trying to shove down -- Cas couldn't go back on what he'd said. He wanted Morgan to understand, to accept it. Cas needed to stick with this of his own accord.This was his chance to be better than before. Even if it meant walking away from what he loved.

He can see the possessive expression on Morgan's face andmnormally that would be endearing to Casi. It would set him off just to see it, but he holds it back, forces it into the rest of the internal turmoil going on within him. He needs to keep it together. He needs to resist this. So he does. He deals. Takes a breath and swallows it all back. It's all he can do to keep himself still when Morgan's fingertips run down his arms as the other immortal takes Evan. He withholds the shudder that wracks through his body until Morgan had turned to his truck with the spaniel. He tries, quietly -- as much as possible -- to gasp for breath in those seconds. He doesn't want Morgan to see it; to hear it. And then the man was back and speaking. Cas nodded to the first part. " Yes, she was, of course." He answered with a smile; hiding all the other emotions behind it, not letting anything peek through. He knew better then to give any hints or signs. He could not give Morgan false hope.

It warms him a little to know Evan missed Casper so much, but it wasn't any different from what Casi figured the fox had felt. It certainly appeared as though the creature had pined for the spaniel. "Casper felt a bit lost without Evan for awhile..." Like I felt lost without you. There were some things Casi doesn't want to say, to get back into. But the thoughts come anyway, unbidden, festering wounds that wouldn't close right. Cas can feel it, and he aches. He won't show it now, but it's a pain that is knawing at his insides and messing his head up. Yet Casi has resolve too, and it's to walk away from Morgan. To keep himself from making the wrong move, from showing Morgan that desire again. To the other immortal, it shouldn't seem to exist anymore. Just like it wasn't there. Casi wasn't going to make a move. He wouldn't even take an offered one. There were steps that could be taken, but Morgan would have to ask himself if the ends justified the means.

His eyes widen at the way Morgan breaks into his personal space; turned on at the dominate, take-charge way the other immortal was acting. Cas couldn't help it though. He knew what he was and accepted that. But he knows what Morgan is doing when the words come, and Casi shakes his head. He can't let Morgan get to him. "I don't think that's a good idea." He replies, backing up. There isn't very far to go until he's back up against his blazer. He notes that Morgan isn't exactly sober, either. Not enough to really matter to most people, to effect much, but Casi knows. He can tell. He's a drug dealer, after all. A painkiller, probably, as indicated by the slight differences in how the other immortal is moving. Things a human eye might not even detect. But Cas isn't human and hasn't been for a very long time. He feels the touch to his cheek and turns his face away. "It won't work, Morgan." I know what you are trying to do.. you know who I am.. how could I not know? Casi's eyes are distant. He knows he should go now, and so he inches to the side to move away. He could do this, he could fight it.

[hound2]

The end. His end. It would always justify the means when it came to Casi… he’d stop at nothing. He’d fucked up, and it was time to fix it. It was long past due. He was going to do whatever it took to get his immortal back… anything. Anything goes, he seemed to think and feel and just… go with it. He needed Casidhe, and he wouldn’t stop to let it slip through his fingers. Yes, he had wants and desires, but he had needs that were far stronger than that. There was gravity here, he could feel it sending sparks racing down his spine.

“She really did miss you… I did, too.” He’s gentle in the way he speaks, but already he’s becoming so very close. Morgan has always been a bit on the troubled side when it came to affairs of the heart. He’s never done well. Casidhe was the first time things had been right since Kit, and to lose him… it wouldn’t do. It just wouldn’t do. He wouldn’t let it happen, and he was already shaking trying to hold onto it. Yes, he would fight tooth and nail to keep this, and he let the resolve show in his eyes. Morgan was burning.

Even more so now, he advances. He has Casidhe cornered against the truck, that much he knows. "This will always work.” It was a strange thing they had, but Morgan felt like he was right. Under no circumstance would they not work out in the end. As Casidhe leans away from his hand, Morgan catches him on the upswing with his lips. It’s a dominating kiss if he can get ahold of it, if he can trap it and take it as his own. He burns and aches, and it’s all the emotion he can stand laid out for the other man. The Wyoming man knows what he’s doing. He has all the right buttons to push… he just needs Casidhe to be his again.

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He needed Morgan to take it all the way to the end, because Cas could not do it. He couldn't turn away from what he believed to be the right thing, not on his own. Not by his choice. He'd already chosen to stay on the path he was on this time. And unwittingly, Casi had laid out all Morgan needed to figure out how to capture him again. It didn't mean it would be pretty, but if Morgan understood, if he went for it... then it would work. If not, then the other immortal would have to let him go. At least for now.. for who knew how long it would last. At this rate, the need to be normal, to try; to not care about sexual urges and be fine with friendship as a basis to a relationship? It could go far. Cas was the kind of person who would allow someone else to trap him.

Cas nodded at what Morgan was saying. He knew that Evan had missed him; it had been too obvious by how the spaniel had reacted to seeing him, to the way Evan had snuggled close last night. Yet it was the last part about Morgan that catches Casi and makes his throat swell, unable to speak for a minute. He can only shift his eyes away, trying to be strong through this, trying not to let it all collapse. "I missed her, and you, too." The words are low, throaty. He's gulping back pain from the memories that flood to the surface from just hearing those words, speaking his own and thinking about it all. Right now he just wants to go and get really high, but he's got work soon, and that means he needs to deal with this, get over it and push on. It's not easy.

Troubled was putting it lightly when it came to Casi. He had run from love for so long, had done all he could to avoid it, to keep people from trying to get him to feel that. How many times had he moved, just to keep a besotten friend from hanging on to what would never work? Cas had feared love and all that it could do, all the things it could mess up. All the pain it could cause that he'd seen over the years. He knew the statistics, he knew that lovers strayed and hurt each other. He's been in the middle of that before, because of his job. He didn't judge, but he kept in mind what was going on. There had been times where he'd been found by some scorned lover and beaten on for simply doing his job. All with a grain of salt, all done with an even mind and the ability to brush it off.

He couldn't brush this off, couldn't make it go away. In some ways he didn't want to feel, but in others... He was glad he had felt it, if only for a little while. To cherish those moments, even though now he was holding himself back from it. He felt this was how it should be, needed to be. So he could be a better person. Yet Morgan would always hold temptation. Casi just needed to overcome it. He was holding up pretty well, considering. But here he was, cornered by the other immortal and staring as he heard what Morgan was saying. He trembled, but when the kiss landed he stilled, whimpered; but did not pull away. Again, he craves Morgan's touch. He couldn't help his want, his need to be dominated, to be pushed, told what to do. It's how his mind works. It's not enough, but it's a start.

[hound2]

Evan was a good dog. The best dog, really. She was what kept his head together. The creature didn’t have a mean bone in her body, and she was the one that would come go get his slippers when he asked. She really did whatever he wanted. All in the same, the dog was his security blanket. It was the only one that was appropriate for a man at the age of 23. Twenty four. He was twenty four now. Morgan was already losing track of time, and he was within his first year of immortality. He didn’t know how to hold on as it was. What the hell would happen as time went on?

The young man stings as he can feel Casi’s pain. It soaks in, permeating the air quickly and heavily. He shakes slightly as he does, nearing all the while. He aches and longs to touch and to feel, to be skin on skin… he’d denied it yesterday for fear of what happened. Today wouldn’t be the same. He’d made up his mind and figured out just what he needed to do… just what he needed period. Casidhe is there before him where he can touch and feel, and that’s what he aches for. Morgan burns where he stands. Morgan’s touch is a firebrand.

And then he’s kissing. His mouth is everywhere, and it’s positively searing. Morgan is back to possessive, aching and burning. The cowboy’s hands sit on Casidhe’s hips, holding… possessing. He needs to touch and to feel the man’s skin beneath his fingers. Beneath Casi’s shirt those fingers slip, calloused, a firm hand on the skin. Yes… touch. Touch was ever so good, and it was what he was craving. The man’s lips are feverish into the kiss, taking whatever inches the blond man was giving and returning with miles upon miles. Dominating… ever so dominating. Morgan craves it as much as Casidhe does.

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Age was one of the few things that Casi had been able to hold onto over the years. Something that he had been allowed to remember and keep as a slave. Age was important enough to allow that much. And it was something for Cas to hold to. Other then self, his birthday was the only thing he had from, well, birth. Who he'd been before. As a slave, he hadn't been allowed to keep his birth name. But thanks to a slip up of one of the slave women and the memory having been brought to the surface during a friend's feeding -- vampire -- Casi now had that, too. It doesn't matter, he doesn't use it. He just has it, because it's a link to who he could have been once. A neat little fact tucked away. But his age, that he kept with him. This year he'd spent his birthday alone. Seven hundred and sixty eight.

For a long time, Cas couldn't have any pets. He'd had horses back in the day to travel, but even that was ended when a client got violent and gutted the poor creatures. Ever since, he hadn't had any pets until Casper. He was out of that old life, and with that having been shaken off, he felt that he could have an animal companion again. So far so good, though it was still dangerous in some ways. Much worse for Valentine. Casi would not have even given it a thought to have a child living with him back in the day, back when he still saw clients. Things were too messed up with that. Even now being out of that life, retired from the job, Cas knows it will never be truely safe. And he worries. He's stopped going to college simply to keep more of an eye on his daughter. But he knows it's not enough.

He can't think of anything other then Morgan's lips on his, the touch of the other immortal. It's all so warm, heated. He can feel it running through Morgan, and it soaks into his own skin. Cas is trying hard not to give in, and he certainly isn't able to push away at first. Everything within him is screaming for him to give in, to melt into what is happening. He doesn't move save for his lips on Morgan's, and then his body arches closer to the other immortal's at the feel of Morgan's hands under his shirt, firm; the man knows what he's doing and it excites Casi. But he's still fighting it, will probably fight nearly each step of the way in that terribly submissive way of his. He squirms to the side after a minute, unable to rip himself away fully. And he waits.

[hound2]

Birthdays were funny things. Morgan knew he wanted to hold onto his for as long as he could. Sometimes holding on wasn’t always possible, but he wanted to try. Morgan would always ache and burn and try… it was what he did best. It was what he tried to strive for… sometimes it didn’t always work. Most of the time he fell short, flat on his face. Most of the time he didn’t seem to try hard enough, and that wasn’t what he wanted. Morgan would fight tooth and nail for his new life to remain much the same as his old one had. This was the twenty first century, and he was starting to break down.

And yet everything in Casidhe’s arms seemed to make sense. His fingers trail hotly against the man’s skin. There’ something so fascinating about it, the way the skin on skin contact affects him. It’s brilliant. Sparks float before his eyes, little spots on the word around him. The world around him… hell that doesn’t even matter. His calloused fingers trace lazy patterns on the skin itself, finding different ways to touch and to feel with every last little touch. It’s what he needs… what he burns for. It’s brilliant, and it shines. Hell, he shines. Morgan is starving for it, trying to keep everything close at hand while he can.

Casidhe pulls away, and Morgan drags his hips closer. He needs to feel the man’s body against his own. He needs to touch and to know. It’ll all feel better soon, and that much he has for certain. He needs to clutch and to cling to everything he knows, and right now, that’s Casi. “Kiss me.” The demand bubbles up in his throat, low and dominating. It’s something he can’t hold back, he can’t choke down. From nearly nowhere he feels it overtaking him, and it lights him up. Morgan is always lit up, that much is for sure, when Casidhe is around.

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[CASIDHE TRYSTEN CATARA]

Of all things, Cas had fought to keep his life the same as it had been for so very long. He had done all he could to protect that, and yet it hadn't worked. It had been ripped away from him -- too many things had been ripped away -- and this was now, after all of those things had ended. Casi was trying hard this time, too. In different ways, in opposite ways. Trying so hard to hold onto the life he'd been attempting to fix, to be more then what he once was. More then just a body for anyone to use and discard. There were days, however, when he really wondered if it was even worth it. Worth trying anymore. Days when he wanted to shut it all off. And he could do it, probably. As an immortal, those feelings were suppost to fade with age. What kept him safe from that was the fact that he didn't have strong emotions for so long. Now he did.

There are many things that he knew could be done better. Things that made a difference that he did or did not do. Always a line to find, to be on one side of or the other. It was true that he had almost gone to the darker side of things back when Morgan had been made immortal. He'd been falling... He isn't rightly sure the exact moment that stopped. He doesn't know what stopped it, but if he has to guess, it would because of Morgan. Because the other immortal made him feel happy, pulled him away from the terrible things that had crept into his mind. So many ways it could have all gone wrong. How Cas could had become something else, someone else. He'd been at the very edge, and he had come back from it. It hadn't choked him. Yet it still could. It was still possible.

He's shivering under Morgan's fingers; hot and cold. His breathing is hitched, eyes wide, bright. Bright even though he knows he's suppost to fight this. That he has made up his mind to do that, to keep from falling back into this, no matter how intoxicating it is. He wants. He wants so damn badly. He pulls away, but Morgan tugs him back. Part of him is okay with that, part of him hurts. And then the command comes and he can't help but obey. It's the way he's wired. Something in him rejoices as he leans to Morgan, his lips inquiring; hungry. He puts everything he has into the act, because nothing else is done. He doesn't move to touch Morgan in any other way. Just the kiss, but it says enough. It says it all.

[hound2]

He needed the stability of someone who wouldn’t leave. He needed the stability of someone who wouldn’t die. Morgan decided that he needed… a lot. He didn’t want anyone to leave. There were too many things that didn’t line up, that weren’t eternal. Morgan needed an eternity. He needed someone who wouldn’t leave him in eventuality… it burned him. The man was able to be burned by so much. It was something that he couldn’t hold on to, this life. This life was all he had to hold onto, and that was something he just… needed.

Everything runs hot and cold, and it’s something he can cling to. He holds to Casidhe’s skin and works through the barrier he’s put up. Morgan needs to chip away at it, he needs to wear down on the defenses that the man has put up to put it together. The Wyoming man needs to get things together. He does all the clinging he needs to in the realm of possibility. In the realm of Morgan’s possibility. What he needs is the fact that the man is right there… right where he can touch and to feel.

The kiss says all it needs to, and they cling to each other. Morgan aches as he does, feeling the man closer… closer. He needs closer. He needs something that he can touch and feel… it feels awesome. He’s in awe. He’s always been in awe of Casidhe. “Casi… closer. Come closer.” He’s ragged, his chest heaving. Everything is chilly and brilliant and just… right to the bottom of his heart and his soul does he feel it. Yes. This is his love… right here laid before him, he’s in love. Things had started so differently than they were now… Morgan would cling and not let it end. Never would he let it end.

[CASIDHE TRYSTEN CATARA]

The stability of someone who wouldn't leave or die; those were things that Casi needed too. He wanted to be able to stay in one place with someone, and two of three wasn't horrible, right? Not that he was thinking of that, of the person in question. It was terribly difficult to think about anything but Morgan and the feel of the man close to him. It was all up in his head, surrounding him. There's so much he can feel in these moments, so much he's been trying to repress. It should come easy, it should come naturally after the time he'd been left to deal with the loss of the once-witch. It doesn't. What comes naturally in the want to mold to Morgan, to touch and feel back. To embrace all of this and never try to pull away. Casi's still fighting. It's weak, but it's still there under the surface.

Life was going to be something he held onto for fear of what came next. It was what kept him here in all those years that Cas had been alone and nothing but a whore just getting by. Kept him here when he thought everyone he knew -- or mostly everyone, the ones that mattered -- were dead. What allowed him to crawl from the burning villa while he bled out, knowing his life would never be the same. There were points in his life where it would have been so much easier to just cease to exist. To stop being. Things might bounce off of him, but for a long time he had no real reason or purpose except for his job. He'd been telling himself in those years he spent doing it, that doing those things made others happy, at least for a little while. That's what got him through it.

It's so much easier to shut off his mind at a command and go for it, because it's what his body wants, what his heart wants. Just a kiss, but then again it's not because it's how Casi tells Morgan all the things he feels the other immortal needs to know; tells all that he's feeling in that one act. More words, and he presses himself to the man; no space between them as much as Cas can manage where they are. It's so close; everything is so close to what is needed to capture him, but he won't let on. Morgan might not realize the thin line that's being balanced upon or the fact that it's not enough, and he can still walk away. And he will; he'll close down again. It's never going to be normal. It's never going to be the choice most would want to make to keep him from going, but it is what it is.

[hound2]

Morgan is gentle with the man. He tries to be gentle, and he tries to keep back the dominating streak that’s building up inside his chest. The man can’t help but feel it all starting to compound, become bigger and more powerful than ever. Morgan could have burst with it. Feelings were a strange thing, and he’d tried to turn himself off to them. All in the same, he embraces them. Now he embraces them. It’s called love. Love is more than good enough for him. Love has always been what he needed, at least from Casi. Well… if always was recent history. Sometimes things change for the better.

Sometimes for the worse. He rolls his hips into Casi’s, a low throaty sound resonating in his throat. It’s a gentle fight, and he couldn’t help but feel it all… all over. Everywhere. He needed that everywhere, and that was enough. Casidhe was enough for him. Morgan is gentle about it, but all in the same he needs to feel and… feel. Feel is good. All he can do is think and feel, standing with the man’s hips close against his. Morgan grinds, pushes himself into the man’s waist, body pressing in. His fingers snake beneath Casidhe’s shirt once more, feeling at the skin.

The man is quivering as he draws closer to Casi, draws in on the warmth and body heat. It’s ever so warm, ever so… well, it runs hot. They’ve always run so burningly, achingly hot. His teeth are on Casi’s lip, scraping, biting—just a little rough. Just a little bite to their heat, a little kick. Everything is spinning and ever so… lovely. Intoxicating, even. “You’re coming home with me.” The words don’t allow for wiggle room, his fingers starting to skate down beneath the man’s waistband, playing and ever so serious all at once. Morgan’s lips and teeth move to Casidhe’s neck, and he’s feverish.

ATTIRE click CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS young – hollywood undead NOTES gah WORD COUNT 330-ish

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[CASIDHE TRYSTEN CATARA]

Morgan's aura is... it's dazzling. It's bright and bold and very nearly blinding. Cas hadn't meant to look, but emotions were running high and it was a slip through the cracks, opening up to that sight. He was usually so good at repressing it and burying it deep down. A slip, a fracture in his resolve and it all starts to crumble. The pulsing color displaying love overwhelms, but there's so much more to read into Morgan's aura. So many things laid out before him, and Casi wonders if Morgan can see his, if the other immortal has unlocked that part of what he was. But Cas has so much conflict in his. The love is unmistakable; a bright flame entwined with the smoke of so many other things. So much built up there.

He's thought there were changes for the better in his life; allowing love in, letting someone hold his oh-so-fragile heart. But it kept getting crushed, stomped on by all the things that happened, the times he was left in the dust and hurting. He didn't want to be hurt again, but he can't fix this. No matter what he does, how this all goes; Casi knows it'll all feel intense. He won't be able to stop feeling for Morgan; wanting the other immortal. Needing.... something. The man's touch, which he now has and knows that he should not accept. But he cannot disobey a direct command. He isn't made to be able to do that. It's been beaten out of him. Done so very long ago, and it couldn't be corrected easily. Maybe it never could be.

Morgan would have been enough. Morgan had been enough. Enough to have shaken the last strings of being a whore, to do better. Right now he's drowning in what's going on and the struggle in his mind and heart. There was a soft, half-suffering sort of yelp from him when Morgan's hips rolled into his. His pupils were dilated, and he was fully aroused. Achingly so. His breathing was hitched, shallower, and at the grinding motion he's whimpering again; a lust-filled agony warring in his eyes. He hears what Morgan says, and there's a last ditch effort made; "But I have work." But Casi already knows he's lost the battle now. He won't say no. Morgan had him; hook, line and sinker. His neck tilts at the teeth, offering the flesh that's being demanded.

[hound2]

He dazzles and he starves. The man can’t help what he’ll do and what he won’t. All that’s there to eat him alive is laid out before him, and it feels damn good. Everything feels good. His life is strange and beautiful all at once, and he’s starting to soak into life as it is. Life as it sits before him is strange and wonderful and beautiful and it doesn’t stop. Nothing stops. He keeps going, hands continuing to torture and to tease under the man’s shirt. Calloused hands need skin. He craves skin. Everything feels beautiful and wonderful all at once, and he embraces it in the purest form. Lust has come, and not without love does it pound on his door.

Morgan knows just what buttons to push. He knows giving orders is taking it a little far, but he’s done it in desperation this time. He knows that there’s no way the man won’t take an order. He knows just the way to get Casidhe in his bed, and it’s something that he doesn’t even feel bad about… not as much as he should. Not as much as he knows he needs to. Eventually, he probably will. Right now, the end justifies the means. He’ll do it whatever way he possibly can. There’s want and need all mixing up with the startling strength of arousal, and it’s ready to eat him alive.

Hands everywhere, he takes Casi’s cheek to look him in the eye. Two words are on his lips as he lifts the man. “Call in.” Two words, two syllables… it’s not that difficult. Everything in his mind si black and white, and it feels so much better that way. Everything is falling back into place as he lifts the man into the truck. His driving is evasive, feverish, and maybe a bit reckless. Not once does he take his hands off the other immortal. They’re barely in the door before everything fades to black.

ATTIRE click CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS young – hollywood undead NOTES gah WORD COUNT 329-ish

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