#skyau2

[warpau2]

Sweet Awakenings

Warren shifted, pausing as he felt the man in his arms shift in his sleep in response. He smiled as Sky settled again, green gaze focused on his lover’s serene face, one hand on Warren’s arm, holding on his sleep like he was never letting go.

His arms tightened around the taller man, and he settled more into place in bed beside his Priest after a quick glance at the alarm, one leg still thrown over Sky’s. He wasn’t sure what time that Sky had to be up today - and from the looks of it, they hadn’t thought to set the alarm last night before tumbling into bed. A grin flickered over his face; they had been a bit... distracted when they finally made it to bed~ And Warren didn’t wanna wake him up to check.

He brushed his lips across Sky’s forehead, eyes closing as he focused on the feel of the man that he was deeply in love with in his arms, feeling him stir and start to awaken.

[warpau2]

Sparring Time

Malek raised an elegant eyebrow and looked between the sparring stick that Skylar held out to him, and back to the Eyrien himself. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, shifting his weight back onto one foot, settling his hand on his hip. It’d been over a week since the Purge, since they’d returned to the Land, camping in the wilderness. In that time, Skylar had been teaching Malek how to live off the land, how to survive in the woods - to the point where Malek thought he’d be able to do pretty well on his own, if he had to... although he planned on making sure that he never would. The woods and wilderness might be in his heritage from his mother’s side, but he much preferred exploring them together with Skylar.

He met his mate’s patient golden gaze; his arm hadn’t wavered, still holding out the sparring stick. He reached out and took it, weighing it in his hand; it was the first time he’d picked up a weapon outside of a dagger, pleasure slaves hadn’t been allowed weapons or training with them. “Why are we doing this again? I can kill a man at ten paces without lifting a finger, I don’t quite get why I should learn the Eyrien sticks?” His voice was genuinely curious.

[warpau2]

Some... experimentation~

Warp settled back into the Captain’s chair, a glass of whisky in one hand, and put his feet up on the footstool he’d had added to the Captain’s chair. He grinned at the viewscreen as Sky plotted their course through the current star system to their next stop, where Warp had heard that there might be jobs for them. According to the output, it looked like it would take a week, plenty of time to relax with Sky... something Warp was very much looking forward too~

His grin turned into a secret smirk, thinking of Sky’s meatbody, and all the time that they had ahead of us on this trip... of course it would be a little bit before Sky could put his shipform on autopilot and join him, but... Warp’s right hand idly traced the console on the arm of the Captain's chair as he let his mind wander, fingertips stroking more firmly and in a definite sensual fashion along the edges and seams of the control panel.

[warpau2]

Where it started

Warren shifted in his seat, gaze flicking away from the road to his passenger briefly before snapping back to the road in front of him. Sky was leaning his head back in the seat, eyes still slitted open, but he was obviously tired, and looked drawn. He’d just gotten released from the hospital yesterday… but insisted on going on this trip.

And no way in Hell was I letting him go alone. Warren’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. Even if I don’t quite know where we stand…. Although truth be told, Warren didn’t think Sky knew, either. And for now, they’d silently agreed to hold that conversation for another time.

They’d fallen into a kind of quiet understanding the last few days not to talk about it, and Warren respected that… even though he could see Sky lost in thought, and the question of where they stood was right at the tip of his tongue. But he’d waited decades for Sky… he’d wait a few days or weeks, and he wasn’t going to rock the boat when things felt almost normal again, after the initial revelation of what he was.

Warren saw the street sign for his turn, and flicked on his turn signal. Turning off the state highway, he slowed the speed of the car even more – the country road they turned onto was narrow, and old. A farmer’s field stood on one side on the road, traveling along for nearly a mile before abruptly ending, trees lining the edge of the field and going into deeper woods the further they went. Finally, Warren turned into an old churchyard – the church itself small, but with a large Catholic cross atop the small steepled wooden building. He drove past the church and parked behind it, turning the car off. In front of them was an old graveyard; not huge, but big enough for the small town, and with weathered headstones, obviously not used anymore.

“There it is,” he said quietly, turning to face Sky. “Are you sure you wanna do this…?”

[warpau2]

Meeting the *other* Sky~

Warp stretched, yawning, as he drifted awake. It took a few minutes for his sleep-fuzzed brain to realize that the pillow under his head and blanket tucked around him… shouldn’t be there. Green eyes popped open as his palms ran across the blanket, and he glanced around his room – the captain’s quarters – recognizing it. But he could have sworn that he had dozed off in the captain’s chair on the bridge, talking with Sky, and not… here.

“…Sky?” he called tentatively, wondering just how tired he’d been last night that he didn’t remember stumbling back to his room. He had had a drink or two, but not that much. He pushed back the covers and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, glancing down with a puzzled frown as he realized his shirt and boots were off, but he was still wearing his pants instead of sleeping in the nude as he usually did.

“Sky, what time is it? And how did I get in here last night?” His voice held puzzlement.

[warpau2]

I look familiar, too....

(( Drabble of Warren discovering just what exactly form he's in.... Takes place between You Look Familiar.... and Comparing Notes. Thought I would post it so you and Sky could read it, too <3 ))

A grin curved Warren’s lips as he strode down the mall hallway. He could still feel that caress down the back of his hand from Sky’sdigits, and the image of the other man taking his number and holding onto it like it was something important….

He didn’t know why, but he was touched. This was more than hunting, separate from hunger. He took a deep breath, missing a stride as a memory of a dream rose up strongly in his mind. Definitely different from the hunger. This was more… personal. He itched to see how accurate those dreams actually were.

Spotting a restroom sign, Warren took a sharp dodge to the right, ducking down the hallway in search of a mirror. He was curious as to what form he was in, what the Pastor’s deepest desire was – that would help him get an idea of how to act when they met for coffee, although Sky hadn’t shown any indication of anything being off from the way he was acting, so that was a good sign.

He moved around a few shoppers heading to and from the restroom, dodged out of the way of a running child and caught the door, shaking his head. The malls this time of year… he was glad he’d been here, otherwise he wouldn’t have met Sky, but usually he avoided groups of people like this. It wasn’t his preferred hunting ground, and he didn’t socialize much outside of hunting, considering—

Warren stopped dead in the doorway, shaken from his thoughts as he looked up and spotted his own reflection in the mirror. In a daze, he let go of the door and drifted forward, reaching out with a slightly shaking hand to touch the cool surface.

Black hair, cut and ruffled in a rakish look. Green eyes, shifting to bright emerald as emotion swam through his systems. Slightly tanned skin, five o’clock shadow on his chin, black leather jacket. Button up dress shirt that was a purple so dark he had thought it was black until he walked under the bright vanity lights in the restroom. The first several buttons on that shirt undone, showing a flash of skin, leading down to black jeans and motorcycle boots, his wallet on a heavy silver chain.

Warren made a low noise and dropped his shopping bag, leaning heavily on the sink, closing his eyes. My body. My original body. How… a picture? But there shouldn’t be many, and even if so, how would he have found them? Why would he have even looked? I didn’t amount to much during my life as a human…. It can’t be—

He suddenly remembered something and straightened, shrugging almost desperately out of his jacket and dropping it to the floor, unbuttoning another button or two in order to yank the shirt down so he could see his left shoulder in the mirror, ignoring the dubious looks an older gentleman gave him before turning on his heel and leaving the restroom.

There, on his left shoulder… a scar. Not deep, not obvious, nothing more than a crisscross of long-healed cuts.

Warren let go of the cloth, rolling his shoulder to shrug the shirt back into place. It was impossible.

As impossible as dreaming of the same man for years then meeting him is impossible?

Warren ignored the niggling voice of doubt in the back of his head as he buttoned his shirt back to the state it had been in, mechanically repairing his appearance and picking up his jacket before swinging it back on. Impossible.

….But it couldn’t hurt, could it? To find out more about Pastor Sky Williamson?

Warren smiled slightly at the thought of the other man, a warm feeling of rightness in his gut. No, it couldn’t hurt. As long as he didn’t find out what Warren was, anyway. Sky made him feel alive, for the first time in decades. Sky had given him his body back. He didn’t know how or why, but he’d be damned all over again if he were going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

He stooped to pick up the shopping bag he’d had and fished his cell phone out of his pocket long enough to glance at the time. He still had a half hour before meeting Sky at the coffeeshop…. If he was going to be in this form for a while, he needed clothing.

With one last glance and grin at his reflection, Warren turned and strode out of the room, with a bounce in his step and grin on his face that he’d not had for decades.

[warpau2]

In Dreams... Where Souls Meet

Warren didn’t know where he was, or how he’d gotten here. For that matter, he wasn’t sure who the oh-so-tempting man before him was….

….And right now, he couldn’t care any less about the how.

“Well, well. What a tempting picture~” Warren purred as he stalked forward, eyes taking in the seated man. He wore heavy, formal vestments, complete with all the layers up to the heavily gold-embroidered, light purple stole over the top. Warren let his gaze explore, taking in the overt appearance of a Roman Catholic priest, and he ran his tongue across his upper lip, his movements gaining a certain tempting grace that invited more than just watching from the dark-haired man.

Somewhere in the back of his mind was curiosity as to why he was dreaming of this, in particular – especially since he didn’t recognize the dark-eyed man (and he was sure he’d remember that strong jaw and tempting lips). But all that faded to insignificance compared to the fact that he was here. All there existed was this room and the strangely-familiar man in it. He felt like he should know him. Dreams, whispered in the back of his head, just a dream. He ignored the small voice; if it were only a dream…. Then he’d enjoy it while it lasted.

He stopped a bare foot away from the seated man, eyes lingering on the broad-shouldered body that the heavy silk robes couldn’t quite hide. Warren stretched, vaguely aware that his form was that of his lanky, well-muscled human self – but not finding it odd that he could feel shadowy wings stretching from his shoulder-blades, that a tail whipped behind him like that of a cat about to pounce, that pale glyphs of light played along his skin. Leaning forward, he braced his hands on the arms of the chair, bringing his face closer to the seated man’s. Warren took a deep breath, lips curving in a smirk from the enticing scent of a warm summer day with a hint of musk that was the other man. “I don't know about you,” he purred, “but I’m… enjoying the view~”

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You look familiar....

Warren shoved his hands further into the pockets of his jeans and stalked through the crowded mall, ignoring the occasional sidelong looks from some of the shoppers he passed.

I really need to change form. This one’s a bit… noticeable here. Warren frowned down at the torn jeans, faded band t-shirt, and slim frame. That last one – yeah, dude had issues and you know it’s bad if a demon’s the one saying you got issues. He’d not dragged that particular encounter out – the man was highly unpleasant, which was one of the reasons Warren had targeted him. Wrath and lust had been easy to pull from the man without much more than a bare touch, and Warren had taken a particular glee in very roughly draining him dry of life-force after seeing the barely-legal body he’d ended up in. He’d never admit it, but taking out some of the men and women who shouldn’t be allowed free on the streets was one of the perks of the job. There’s a certain satisfaction leaving them drooling and catatonic, and knowing they’re not gonna be preying on anyone else during their very short remaining lifespans. His lips curved in a self-satisfied smirk. Being the better predator has always been a perk of this gig, even if there’s a lot of downsides. Speaking of the downsides…. He frowned, thinking, dodging around a knot of chattering shoppers. Yeah, I should be good for a while. Small sips, or I can… take my time on the next one~

The prospect made him smile, and as he reached a junction in the mall hallways, he slipped into an out of the way location and surveyed the crowd. Maybe he didn’t need to hunt for a bit, but taking a new form would be well-advised. He scanned the surface emotions of the crowd, looking for something he could work with. Most of the holiday shoppers were focused on their tasks, harried and in a hurry, or strolling slowly full of holiday spirit. A flare of anger caught his attention momentarily, but he ignored it in favor of a flare of strong attraction. Not lust, precisely, but someone with a crush… ah, there.

Across the hall from him, a local church group had set up what looked like a gift-wrapping stand collecting for charity. Behind it were several women, one of whom was chatting with someone crouched down and rummaging through boxes looking for something. The look on her face was enough to tell Warren he’d found a victim; not that he intended to take advantage of it right now, but he could use her emotion to change, hopefully into a form more suited to--

Warren’s mind stuttered to a stop as the man she was speaking to stood, holding out a roll of wrapping paper with a grin. He had broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, his dress shirt, slacks and jacket unable to hide the real muscles in his arms and chest. Warren let his eyes wander, not even realizing he was holding his breath. The way the dark-haired man moved seemed so familiar…. As he turned to face out into the crowd, Warren cursed in shock. Oh yes, he knew this one. An incubus’ dreams were detailed things, and he recognized every graceful movement and the way he turned his head, that grin. He just hadn’t realized the man was real. Warren shifted in place. He itched to see how accurate those dreams of his actually were.

Warren’s eyes caught on a flash of white at the man’s collar and he cursed again. A priest. Well, apparently God had a sense of humor. A man of the cloth… well, this might be entertaining~ As soon as the decision was made, Warren felt himself shifting, falling into the form that would appeal most to his target. Ducking into the nearest store, he grabbed a gift basket at random and headed back out the door after paying for it with cash he found in his pocket. A quick glance downward ensured he was dressed fairly appropriately in black jeans and a dark button-down shirt, leather jacket over it. The stride of this new form was familiar and he wondered idly if he’d ended up ‘dressed’ like a celebrity again – that was usually amusing.

With a small smirk on his lips, Warren made a beeline for the gift wrapping stand, shopping bag in hand, adjusting his speed so that he’d arrive when the church ladies manning the stand were occupied, ensuring that the very attractive priest would be the one to wait on him.