All Souls Pass Part
Four: Macy
perched on the bed and half watched, half sensed his lover work. York was so
reserved with his skills, so almost shy about showing off that getting him to do
any real, serious work any more was almost impossible. It was such a pleasure to
watch him, the bitter, serious line of tension he wore so often between his eyes
melted away when York was working a spell. His face softened like it did when he
was asleep, gentled, and that made Macy want to plant a kiss on the tip of the
other man’s nose. It was a treat to watch him work. A
treat not just because York relaxed was sexy but because Macy could feel the
sheer raw strength the human held. It was tremendous, delicious, and deeper than
he’d ever seen in any human. York knotted up all his skill and folded it so
tightly inside that it was deceptive, on casual glance he looked like nothing
but Macy knew better. He’d seen the power his lover could command. Mace always
knew he was attracted to strength, strength in such a sexy package was a sure
recipe for a hard on. The
tea was warm in his hands and warm in his stomach. Macy leaned forward and
watched the power flow into his lover, focus and flow into the boy. For as
skinny and sad as the younger human looked, he took the healing like he’d been
absorbing magic his entire life. It was like sitting in front of a fireplace and
being warmed, watching the flames dance and as the moments ticked by, Macy
wondered what it would take to put a fireplace in the loft. The
flow of power he was watching changed. It was subtle at first and Macy thought
it was just York shutting down and backing off but the power didn’t fade.
Pressure grew, like a physical sense, in the room and Macy found himself wanting
to pop his ears to clear it but knew well enough that it wasn’t a physical
sense. Then, with no warning, the nice, contained fireplace feel he’d been
watching, exploded. As if a spark from his imaginary fireplace had fallen out
and instantly caught the entire loft afire, Macy startled off the bed in his
surprise. He hurried to place his tea on the floor and ran across his limited
options. York
was well trained and very skilled. Anyone else, Macy would knock them apart,
break the connection and risk lesser damage of the quick sever over the serious
damage of being consumed. York wasn’t anyone else, in all the years, he’d
yet to find anything the human couldn’t handle and like it or not, Macy stood
back and waited. The
power pulled back a little, sucking in some of the unseen blaze around the two
men, before it shattered and exploded outward. The boy on the bed never stirred
or showed any awareness of what was occurring around him but York’s breath
caught in a tight groan. As the power snapped like a too far stretched rubber
band, the force of it flung the witch backwards. York went limp and rolled with
it, crumbling into a broken ball and let himself be rolled halfway across the
floor. Before
he’d even stopped moving, Macy reached the human’s side. “York! Come on,
York, snap out of it.” He called out and reached to roll his lover onto his
back. Contact made Macy hiss a little in surprise, York was near glowing to his
senses, charged and filled and on fire with energy. “Why’d you pull in so
much, you moron.” He mocked and forced himself to reach out again. This
time the completely non-physical heat didn’t startle him but when he tried to
shunt some of the power away, being prevented did. York groaned and flung one
arm out to push Macy away which wasn’t a very effective gesture. “Come on,
York.” Macy whispered and brushed his hands across the twisted up face, trying
to annoy the human into opening his eyes. Only
the skin below his touch was cool and clammy. The color had drained from York’s
face and made him look pale, waxen and it frightened Macy. It didn’t matter
that he could feel the human’s heart beat, high, fast and steady like a drum,
or see the shortened gasps of breath, he also knew how fragile humans were. “Wake
up!” Macy shouted and hauled back a hand. It came swiftly down in a loud smack
across the other man’s face. “Damn you, wake up!” York
gasped a long, harsh breath and half sat up. His eyes fluttered back down and he
moaned, struggling to get his body to function and move. He coughed and
sputtered and shivered but his eyes still lacked focus. “Tell
me what I can do?” Mace demanded and tried to help hold the floundering human
steady. “Tell me!” The
human just shook his head but whether it was in answer or in an effort to shake
off whatever he was stuck in, was hard to say. He was moving with better focus
and he managed to push the smaller vampire away with a hard shove, knocking away
the clinging hands that were only trying to help. He tried to stand but fell to
his knees, both arms raised to clutch his head as he moaned again. “What
can I do?” Macy asked again, crouching down to try to see York’s face where
it was hidden away. York
moaned again and tried to stand again, only to fall, this time on his side. “Where’re
you trying to get to? I’ll help!” He pleaded. “Bathroom.”
York moaned out and half curled up into a ball, his body on fire. “Should
have just said so.” Macy moved quickly and got an arm across the other man’s
shoulders. It was no effort to haul York to his feet, even with the other man’s
greater bulk and couple of inches height. York’s feet slid out like a drunkard
but Macy tossed one limp arm over his shoulders and lowered his grip to the man’s
waist. They
moved quickly, on swaying, staggering steps, toward the upstairs bathroom. All
the while York was moaning like a thing about to die and Macy dragged them both
toward whatever it was the human was looking for. He dragged them into the large
space and smacked the light on but York was again mostly insensible. “What
now?” He shook the limp human. “What now!” York’s
head snapped around before jerking forward. “Shower.” He forced out and
staggered to the glass lined section of the room. The shower was big enough for
three, lined with slate. York was able to focus enough to see he was nearly
there and he pulled from Macy’s grip to stagger toward the glassed in area. “Careful,
you’ll crack your fool head in!” Macy fussed and got the glass door opened. Only
it didn’t seem like York was in the mood to listen, as soon as the door was
open he pulled from Macy’s grip, tried to take a step and fell hard to the
slate floor. Luckily, he avoided landing on his skull but he still lay sprawled
and helpless on the cool stone floor. He tried to reach up to turn the water on
but was seeing double and couldn’t find the right knob to get a hold of. “Water
okay.” Macy smacked aside the groping hands and turned on the one shower head,
nice and toasty warm the way York liked it. “No.”
York shook his head as the water hit him and he arched caught between pleasure
and pain. “Cold, all.” He
paused but the look of twisted unease made his mind up and Macy figured he’d
do better to obey. With a flick of his wrist he swung the knob all the way to
cold, which, in the summer was pretty chilly but now with it being below
freezing outside was down right icy. The cold water streamed down in a tight
shower from the shower head he’d bought York a couple of years ago that
simulated rainfall. The
ice cold water streamed down and York about screamed from the shock. His entire
body writhed and twisted but the cold water was working. It was shocking him
into awareness, forcing his body to ground off the excess energy that had caught
him so by surprise. Cold, running water always worked well for him, always, and
streambed or shower stall made no difference. As
each second the ice cold water streamed down, soaking York to the skin, Macy
could see the fire that had consumed his lover was being slowly controlled. He
wasn’t sure how long to let the cold water run and York’s thrashing had
settled down but he offered no direction to leave it on or turn it off. In the
end, Macy let it run until his lover’s lips were blue and he was shivering
hard, only then did he turn off the shower. He
hurried in then, armed with a thick towel but had to toss it over his shoulder.
York had lain across the drain and the water in the slate lined room was ankle
deep. Which partially explained how quickly York’s lips had turned blue, he’d
been so intent on watching the man he hadn’t been watching the water. Once he
rolled York a little to the side the water drained quickly and he got the fluffy
towel wrapped around the shivering man. “Not
enough.” York whispered out, his eyes still clenched shut. “More
towels out of the stall.” Macy answered, half carrying, half dragging the
sopping wet witch from the shower. “Here we go.” He got his lover dropped
onto more of the towels and began tugging off the dripping wet clothes. Pale
hands slid under wet, cold fabric and ghosted against the chilled skin of York’s
stomach. It made him moan and arch, shivering from more than cold even while his
teeth chattered. The clinging fabric was pulled away and air rushed across York’s
stomach and made him moan again. “Not
enough.” He forced out again but managed to open and keep open his eyes. Macy
got caught on the dark blue, so dark that they were almost like the ocean at
night. There was still pain there but something was clawing at the sides, trying
to break in. “Whatever you need.” He whispered to his lover and meant it. If
it was within Macy’s power, York could command it. There
was a single, tense, moment that hung in the air between them before York
reached up and got a hard grip on Macy’s hair. The grip was almost painful but
Macy didn’t protest, even when it pulled his head down. His lips met York’s
with crushing force, parting and surrendering, offering anything and everything
to the human. One
of his hands was pried up from where it was resting lightly along York’s side
and Macy didn’t protest. He let York guide it and wasn’t too surprised when
it his hand was pressed into wet, cold denim covering a hidden, growing length.
At the touch, York broke the kiss and arched, gasping upwards, eyes fluttering
shut and when he settled back down his head and shoulders were pillowed on Macy’s
legs. “Need
to…” He tried to speak but kept thrusting upwards, rubbing his groin against
Macy’s hand that he held in place. “Need to burn this off.” The
fluttering, painful request made Macy grin evilly. He no longer waited for York
to rub against his hand and instead rubbed downward on his own. Each contact
made the man moan, still shivering from the cold and displayed out for Macy’s
sight. He moved his hand to pull at the buttons on the jeans and York writhed
and tried to kick off his soaked sneakers. Wet clothing didn’t want to behave
and Macy ended up scurrying down to yank the shoes off as York struggled to his
feet to pull off his jeans. The
denim peeled away, with Macy’s help, taking along the soaked cotton boxers
with them. It left York naked with his jeans hanging on one ankle, leaning
helplessly against the countertop. His skin was chilled and damp but he was
still caught in whatever feedback had smacked him. Macy could see it, feel the
glow of power under his lover’s skin. There
wasn’t much time to consider either the sheer strength in the talented witch
or the stunning beauty of him naked. One of York’s hands groped out and fisted
tightly into Macy’s dark hair but he didn’t have to pull to gain what he
wanted. Macy was half way to swallowing his lover whole before York’s fingers
tightened in his hair but the rough demand only made him more turned on. Over
the years, he’d seen a hundred different sides to the complex human and none
of them were disappointing. If this side wanted to use him, he’d enjoy every
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