makinglies | Lost and now I am found

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Lost and now I am found

[He could have sworn he'd been crushed. He'd been running down that passage way with the others and he'd...he'd stopped. He'd stopped in the middle of that attack and he let that cave-in fall on him.

And yet, here he was, in the middle of a bustling, futuristic, city. It was night...but a part of him vaguely wished it wasn't. It didn't matter. He was in a new place again. He'd lost Sola...and he'd lost everyone else too. He really wouldn't have minded if it just stopped.

He was so tired.

Still, unless he was going to find someone who would cut off his head or stab him in the heart, he wasn't going to get anywhere standing on this street corner.

The vampire found a way up onto a roof so he could look around. What he saw was technologically breath-taking. It was a mixture of modern and sci-fi and, if he'd been feeling himself, he might have been more fascinated. As it was, he was momentarily taken aback by the sight, but then moved on to trying to find...something.

The sight of a park in the middle of the city drew his eye, it wasn't like it was going to have answers for him, but right now he didn't want answers. He didn't care what this place was called or who was in it, but the idea of sitting around nature was the only thing that sounded good.

A flock of bats soared through the sky towards the park, careful not to go to high with all the air vehicles running around, and reformed in the branches of a tree in the middle of the park. This would do for now.]

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[A bed, an actual bed. A pleased, if worn, smile plays across Sola's lips as he polishes off another macaron.]

It's been a long time since I slept in a bed.

[He doesn't seem aware of the implications of that statement, that he's been alone for that long, unable to care for himself. It would be embarrassing considering how self sufficient he'd become before that, but for now he doesn't care. He's tired still, only just now warming up, and feeling vaguely ill. The only thing he can focus on clearly is the rhythmic beating of Johnny's heart.]

[Johnny pressed his lips to the top of Sola's head, moved the macaron container away, and then shifted his grip to hold the smaller body more securely against him as he stood up.]

Let's fix that, then.

[It hurt to know how long he'd left Sola on his own and in a place about as hospitable as L.A. It was no wonder the Hylian was sick; Johnny wouldn't choose city life for him in the best of conditions.

The vampire moved them into what he assumed was the master bedroom and set Sola down on the large bed there, taking the Hylian's shoes off before tucking him in under the comforter.

Johnny crawled in on the other side of the bed, pulling the covers up over both of them and wrapping Sola back up in his arms. Hopefully, now, he would sleep peacefully.]

Get some rest, my dove. I will be here when you wake up. I swear to you.

[Sola doesn't respond with a word, but instead by curling into Johnny's chest, half hiding his face. Despite his admission that he hadn't slept in a bed for a long time, he doesn't seem to be making much of an effort to do so now, instead using Johnny for his pillow.

He sleeps the rest of the night this time, unmoving there with his ear over his matesprit's heart. In the morning, though, he's ill, requiring close care. He sleeps much of that day, not able to keep down more than a little water. The next is much the same, though he's a little more alert and manages a cracker or two before nightfall.

The third night they have to move. The family whose house they'd been squatting in returned and the two had been forced to rush and tumble out a window into the cool evening air. The shouts of the man of the house had followed them into the night. Luckily, Johnny had planned and they had enough money for a motel room, Sola's condition still weak at best. Over the next week he continues to improve, though he continues to cling to Johnny like a barnacle, shooting a barrage of questions and pathetic looks at the vampire should he need to leave for any amount of time. But one of them has to earn money somehow. They can't stay here forever, and Sola's as of yet still too weak to brave the elements for long, though he's getting much better and has even put on a bit of weight.]

[Johnny had been really scared those first few days, more scared than he'd been in a while; he thought he was going to lose Sola. Hylians were just as frail as humans and, for a while there, he feared every second that went by and Sola wasn't better.

He barely left the younger man for more than a few minutes at a time and even after they had to move, he stayed as close as possible. But he needed to get food for his 'patient' and....eventually himself too...but the money would be running out soon, so he had to do something about that.

He could act as merchant to stores every now and then, but it was hardly steady...still, until Sola was better, something steady wasn't his first concern.

[Money. With the manager of the motel now only allowing them to stay in exchange for one or both of them helping around the building (maintenance, cleaning, etc), it's become a topic of conversation more often than is comfortable. Sola's finally recovered enough to go a little stir crazy staying in the room at all times, and so it's the Hylian that suggests a wider avenue of opportunity. Why not make deliveries like he used to in Vatheon?]

I'm really good at it an we could definitely make money that way so we could get our own apartment instead of staying here, right?

[Johnny ran a hand through his hair as he watched the city outside through the small part in the curtain - all he could afford with the sun still bright in the sky.]

I don't know...I mean, yeah you could, but it's probably not going to get you enough for anything more than the bare essentials, if that.

[Really, he didn't mind living here and helping the manager out on occasion, it really wasn't hard work in his opinion, but he could understand Sola's desire to move out, too.

No matter what different ideas he came up with, his mind kept flitting back to his one, true, back-up plan. It was easy, good money, and if he played his cards right he might even find an alternative to picking off scumbags in the middle of the night.

But he knew Sola wouldn't like it.]

I've been thinking...there's an option I'm thinking about looking into that would provide well enough. Combined with your deliveries, we'd probably pretty comfortable.

[He paused, watching the sun go lower. He didn't really want to go into specifics...but he knew Sola always worried if Johnny didn't say where he was going.]

When the sun sets, I'll head over to the red light district and see what I can find.

What?! No!

[Sola knows what goes on there. He'd only been once in his wanderings when he'd first arrived., but it was all to obvious they dealt in the things that Barry had. Everyone there seemed stretched, fake, too loud or bright and always too physical. It had made him uncomfortable, and the idea of Johnny in the middle of that place on purpose makes him panic.

He grabs the vampire's arm, clinging to it as if it were his only lifeline.]

You can't go there to work! I'll find something that pays better, but you can't! You can't!

[He brings the back of Johnny hand to his forehead, repeating it over and over. He can't he can't he can't...]

[His gaze rips away from the outside world to focus on Sola; waves of shame and sadness sweeping away anything else. It wasn't shame at what he was willing to do, but at who he hadn't thought of. Sure, he'd been thinking of Sola while considering the job, but he hadn't thought about how it might make his dove feel. If the roles were reversed he wouldn't be too pleased with the idea either.]

I'm sorry...

[He turned and went to brush Sola's cheek with his free hand.]

I didn't think. If you don't want me to go, I won't, I'll find something else.

[It takes a few moments after Johnny apologizes for Sola to calm down. He'd fought so hard to get Johnny out of that situation, to free him from Barry once and for all that the very idea of his matesprit being in that situation again, voluntarily, for him, threatens to make him sick all over again. Not to mention the mental image of some stranger's hands all over his Johnny makes Sola's skin crawl.

The Hylian clutches Johnny's hand again bringing it from his cheek to his lips and planting a kiss there.]

Maybe... maybe you could sell clothes? You're good at clothes.

[His voice is shaky, still recovering from his earlier fear.]

[The kiss to his hand catches him off guard for a moment and he brings his other hand up to thread through Sola's hair.]

Yeah, maybe. I'll find something. Something other than that.

I don't want to do anything to hurt you..

['again' and 'more' battled to be at the end of that sentence but all it resulted in was him trailing off, his expression saddened.

All he wanted to do was make this one person safe and happy and it never seemed like he could do either.]

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I know. I promise, I'll get something that pays really good and we won't have to worry about that, okay?

[He turns Johnny's hand over and kisses his knuckles lightly instead, a small peck on each one.]

You've been taking care of me for a long time now. Let me take care of you a little.

[He moved his hand to Sola's chin and tilted his face up so he could kiss him. He was worried, but he tried not to show it. He didn't want to suffocate Sola like he had back in Vatheon, but he worried about what kind of trouble might be out in the city.]

Okay...just as long as you stay safe. I can't lose you.

I promise. You won't lose me, not ever.

[He leans in for another kiss, savoring the taste of Johnny's lips on his own. He feels a deep surge of affection in that moment, in the knowledge that each of their drives was solely to protect the other, to keep each other safe and cared for and happy. It drives him to deepen the kiss, to tug slightly on Johnny's arm, coax him onto the bed next to the Hylian. Yes they'd been close since Johnny had found him again, cuddling and barely going a moment without one's hand on the other in some small way, but they hadn't done much more. There's a stigma about it, hanging in the air, a pall still cast by Barry and the memory of his orchestrations.

But that's not felt by Sola now. What drives him is love, pure and simple. A desire to be close, closer than simple touches and kisses allow. A desire to take care of his matesprit, to thank him for all he's done, for all the love he continues to show.

Sola pulls away slightly, reaching up to brush the hair from Johnny's face with gentle fingers.]

I love you.

[The deeper, more passionate kiss surprises him, but he doesn't fight it, he offers gentle enthusiasm. He could still remember clearly how it felt to have Sola's lips on his and how that simple show of affection had sent warmth through him and brought him back to life. He wanted to kiss his hylian forever.

Johnny caught Sola's hand and kissed it as Sola had done only moments before.]

I love you too.

[...and that was why he was a alright with the kissing...but hesitant to do more. Just as he couldn't forget the feeling of warmth speeding through him, he could remember why he felt cold to begin with.]

[The words make him smile. Every single time he hears them a warmth spreads through him, a welcome knowledge of what really matters. Gently, he pulls Johnny into laying next to him on the hotel bed, faces close with only his own hand caught between them. He brings his free hand up as well, opening the vampire's shirt just a little with a feather-light touch, just enough to lay his hand over his matesprit's heart. He rests it there for a long moment, looking into Johnny's gold eyes with his own warm ruby ones, searching for a sign that he should either stop or continue.]

[He allowed Sola to lead him down, just enjoying the nearness of the other. The touch is equally pleasant but that hesitation and fear twists in his stomach. Johnny covered the smaller hand with his own, letting a little bit of that concern show before leaning forward to kiss the hylian's forehead.]

Sola..

[He just...didn't want to hurt Sola like that again, he couldn't.]

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It's okay.

[He kisses Johnny's chin in response.]

I want to.

[Another kiss, this time on his neck.]

You can stop me, if you don't.

[His shoulder, lightly turning aside Johnny's shirt so Sola can press his lips to flesh.]

But I want to show you it's okay.

[He puts a gentle pressure on that same shoulder, urging Johnny to lay on his back and moving to rest atop him, the pressure of his weight still less than it was, but healthier than when Johnny had first arrived. He leans down and plants another kiss on Johnny's heart, as if to claim it.]

[He followed Sola's urgings without too much resistance, but that tightness in his stomach still coiled there. He didn't want Sola to stop...but he was still worried.]

...I do want to.

[Those kisses were sparks and he wanted more...but he would watch and if, for a second, he thought something went wrong, he knew he could stop this. Well, he thought he could, at least. ]

[The same warm smile crosses Sola's expression again as he slides his hands to pull back Johnny's shirt entirely, exposing hard muscle. He looks over Johnny appreciatively, tracing his hand inexorably downward, stopping splayed on his stomach. He follows it with kisses, feather light and soft, marking a trail from sternum to navel and making small appreciative noises with every twitch and change in breathing from his matesprit that bespeaks enjoyment.]

[Johnny arched a bit into the touches and kisses, eyes half closing as he looked down at Sola.

One hand rose up to thread through the hylian's hair and slid down to brush his cheek. Johnny wasn't really used to being the one receiving the attention, and a part of him wanted to just take over and take care of Sola. But...he'd been the one in control last time and, while it could have been worse, it wasn't good either.

If Sola felt more comfortable being in control, then Johnny wasn't going to argue.]

[For Sola, it's not a matter of control. It's a matter of showing him that it's alright, that he loves Johnny unequivocally. He has a stirring need to close this last gap they still have, the last unhealed wound Barry's machinations had left in their lives. He won't allow it anymore, won't let Barry's shadow taint what freedom they now possessed, current worries aside.

With a careful upward glance to make certain Johnny is alright with this, he slides the vampire's belt buckle undone with deft fingers, letting each end flop to either side before working the button and zipper, eyes intent on his work with eyebrows slightly furrowed and his tongue just barely peeking from the corner of his mouth as he finally works the fastenings free and slips the pants down on his boyfriend's hips and further.]

[Johnny easily kicked the pants off, not really caring where they went now that they were off. With barely a thought his shirt flaked itself away leaving the vampire completely bare on the bed beneath his boyfriend.

It felt a little strange, though not unpleasant. He certainly had never had a problem with his own body or nudity, but it was the most exposed he'd been to Sola since that night on the island and it made his heart pick up it's tempo a little.

Outwardly, he remained calm and pliant,simply waiting for whatever Sola wanted to do next.]

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[He's... not entirely certain what to do at this point. Yes, they'd had sex once before, but he'd been so preoccupied with the feelings and the relief that it had been Johnny and the worry at all the things which came after that he hadn't really been able to reflect on the act itself.

He stalls a bit for time, undoing his own belt and pulling his tunic and shirt over his head, taking his hat with them to leave himself in simple white leggings. His ribs, thankfully, are no longer visible but the muscle tone he had from the bubble is still much less. It's not aesthetically unpleasant, however. He's still lithe and sinewy and his hair has gotten long enough to fall about his neck in short silver waves now that it's been freed from the hat.

Garnet eyes roam over Johnny's naked body, over the familiar contours of flesh and muscle, defined and solid. His gaze journeys down to where his hand has fallen to rest, the slender lines of Johnny's hips that seem to draw the eye inward in a perfect v to his stiffening cock. It's mesmerizing to Sola how the muscle responds to even his slightest touch, how Johnny's entire body responds so obviously even without much movement. He smiles to himself, not realizing he's doing so as the grin creeps along his face and he traces one finger up the vampire's length, then two back down, marveling at the movement and the feel. The softness of the flesh there. He almost wants to...

And why not? He knows it's a thing that people do, and he imagines it would feel nice, and so the Hylian bends over his matesprit's hips and just as tentatively as his fingers runs the flat of his tongue from base to tip, savoring the very new sensation and taste.]

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[Johnny watched, appreciatively as Sola stripped as well. He knew the younger man still wasn't back to the level of health he'd been in Vatheon, but only time could really heal that now; time and Johnny's watchful eye.

A watchful eye that closed as he tensed and twitched with the unexpected touches. The feeling of Sola's tongue on him was even more unexpected and drew a gasp out of the vampire as his hands curled in the bed coverings.]

[The gasp and the sudden tug on the sheets sends a wash of relief over the replica, a signal that he's doing this right, that Johnny's enjoying his attention. He decides to do more, planting a kiss at the tip then leaning in to trace patterns with his tongue down the shaft, hair pooling in the dip of the vampire's thigh as he bends to do so. Sola uses his other hand to brace himself on the opposite thigh, the pads of his fingers calloused and rough against the soft flesh of Johnny's leg.

Sola lifts his head again after a moment, tracing back up until he can gently close his lips over the head of Johnny's cock, pressing his tongue around the tip and giving a gentle, tentative suck, again unsure of his actions but vaguely remembering what he believed the sensation would feel like and doggedly trying to ignore how uncomfortably tight his own leggings are getting as he works at his lover.]

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