He faintly remembered mornings, where he would wake up with the sorcerer at his side. He remembered the feeling of uncomfortableness, when he tried to pry away from the small man without waking him up, or his fluttering heart when he remembered what had happened the night before. And he remembered all the heartaches he felt, when Nite would wake up, the few times he was still in his bed, looking up at him with those, big, beautiful eyes he had grown to love, asking for so much without even saying a word.
He was just laying quietly for a long time, just gazing upon the small man in his arms, smiling happily as he wondered if he was even allowed to be this content? He had once laid like this, thinking it was dangerous for his heart to be so close to the small man, but now, he felt at peace with the fact that he was Nite's, and Nite was his, a thing he could have never imagined before. For such a long time, he had prided himself on the fact that he never wanted to have another relationship.
And yet, here he was, after having wanted this for years. The thought of not only getting his peculiar, little friend back, but also live with him, without pretending they didn't care this deeply for each other, would have scared him back then, he couldn't deny that. But now, he could think of nothing more wonderful than living with Nite in his room, sharing not only his heart but his space as well.
While he had always known that Nite was somewhat selfish, he had always tried to be very generous with Seymore. If it was for his own interest, or because he simply cared so much for the troll, he couldn't tell, but Nite had overstepped so many of his prior comfort zones in the past, simply to show him, that he was deeply serious in his pursue of Seymore.
Nite was right. He was ready to do almost anything, back then, even compromising his own magic being in the presence of the troll. And now Seymore wanted to show that he was just as willing to adapt. Not only that, he wanted to adapt, to a life that would be theirs, together.
He still feared Willa's wrath when she would find out in due time, but all his worries seemed to be cast aside, just for a little while, as Nite snored away in his arms. He couldn't help but smile, as he laid watching the human sleep, gently moving around to get their faces level on the mountain of pillows Nite liked to hoard while sleeping.
Never had he really looked at this gentle, sleeping man like this. Maybe his eyes were clouded by rose-tinted glasses, or maybe Nite had changed while he had been away on his travel? The human had always had some slightly effeminate mannerism, although his face wasn't as delicate. But now, when he laid this closely, taking in the sight while he listened to the silence of the room and his loved one's heavy breathing, he seemed so fragile and pure; things he was well aware that Nite wasn't.
It was an enchanting sight for him. How he noticed how dark the sorcerer's eyelashes were, or how he could see the slightest stubble on his chin. He was sure Nite hadn't had them the last time he had laid in his bed like this.
He leaned forward, kissing the slightly parted lips gently, to not startle Nite too much. Drowsily, he opened his big, sleepy eyes, returning the kiss without further question. And as he reminded himself he had to get used to, Nite's eyes were his usual, deep mahogany color when he woke up, although just for a second before they turned back into the red orbs he had grown familiar to.
,,Hey,'' the sorcerer croaked, his voice raspy from not being used at all throughout the night. But Seymore didn't get to answer him, before the human leaned in again, cuddling closer to his big, strong body and kissing him as naturally as had he never done anything else.
If Nite was a perfect fit for him, or if the sorcerer had decided to be the perfect fit for him, was hard to know for sure, but Nite had always managed to rather naturally figure out how to match Seymore's moves. His movements were just slow enough to leave the troll lusting for more, and just deep enough for him to feel satisfied for a moment by the simple touch of his playful tongue.
Nite didn't want to talk. It was so clear that he tried to avoid that the troll would begin to ask millions of questions, by just kissing him until he forgot them. And while Seymore still had plentiful of questions to ask to settle the relationship in his mind, he didn't mind getting distracted like this. If anything, this was the one time he felt no rush and no fear of running out of time.
The small man pushed him over, playfully straddling him before he leaned down to kiss him again. Seymore chuckled against the lips, and he could feel Nite smile as well, even if he didn't slow down. He didn't feel downright lustful in his movements, but the troll couldn't deny the effect it had on his body, both with the kisses and the slight grinding of the light body against his.
,,Hey, you,'' the troll chuckled when the human finally slowed down and satisfied laid back down at the troll's warm, naked body. ,,You're in a particular caring mood today, aren't you?'' he smiled fondly, letting his hands run down the human's back.
,,Oh, shut it,'' he chuckled, nuzzling his face against the troll's chest, gently tracing the scars that plastered his skin. ,,It's funny. I feel rested in a whole other way when we sleep together,'' he said quietly, not looking up at the troll again. ,,… It was like that, back then. Everything just felt… better. I guess, because I was lonely before?'' he said, wondering.
,,I feel like that, too,'' the troll hummed, gently moving Nite's face to look at him again. ,,What do you want for breakfast?'' he said, almost shyly looking at the man on top of him. He remembered how Nite could make him soft and obedient like it was sheer nothing, but had rarely felt this flustered and fluttery, just by looking into those big, beautiful eyes. Even when red, he still found them oh so enchanting.
,,I can't think about food now,'' he chuckled.
,,Why not?'' he asked confused, before he felt a slender hand creep down his body.
,,Because my lover doesn't really seem to be hungry, right now,'' he teased, gently grabbing around his big, half-stiff cock.
,,Well, a different kind of hunger, you could say,'' he growled, suddenly remembering Nite understood him all too well when he looked at the sorcerer's satisfied smirk. ,,I, ahm… old habits…'' he chuckled nervously, his cock twitching in the pale hand that gently stroked him.
,,I don't mind, if it's more comfortable for you like that,'' he growled, his voice hoarse, but nowhere near deep enough for this kind of language. ,,It's… It's not any easier, when I've just woken up,'' he chuckled, his cheeks heating slightly, continuing with his soft, gentle strokes to play with the troll.
,,You're doing wonderful, my love,'' he panted, caressing the human's face to get him closer to his own again, kissing him greedily as his mind got clouded. He might have forgotten how easy and gentle Nite could make things like these, but his body hadn't, as his very soul ached to feel more of those slender fingers on his heating skin.
,,Tell me what you want me to do,'' he whispered against the green lips. ,,Don't hold back. Don't be afraid. You can't say anything that scares me off,'' he said gently, his lips seeking the troll's again.
,,… You don't have to… do anything special…'' he hesitated, but the small man just rolled his eyes, before he leaned forward to whisper in the troll's big, long ears:
,,I know. I don't have to do anything, but I want to do just about whatever you could want me to,'' he whispered, tightening his grip slightly. ,,You want it rough, you want me to take control, and I can do all that just the same as before. But right now, I want you to be a good boy and tell me exactly how you want me to get you off. I want you to be greedy,'' he purred, biting the troll's earlobe.
Seymore whimpered just by the tone in the small man's voice. He had always liked that the focus was on Nite and what he wanted to do, trying his hardest not to overstep any boundaries. But Nite was much more mature now, and Seymore was pretty aware of what his boundaries were at this point. Still, he felt weird expressing what exactly he wanted, because truthfully, Seymore didn't want much, besides that little man on top of him, touching him so gently and making him fall in love all over again.
,,Okay, I'll be greedy,'' he growled, whimpering slightly as he looked up at the satisfied smile on the sorcerer's face. Nite shouldn't be able to make him feel so helplessly aroused, but he did, stripping the troll of every ounce of confidence and authority he would have ever had. Just by the look in his big, half-lidded eyes, Seymore knew he understood him all too clearly, even like this. ,,Come closer. Keep touching me, but come closer,'' he growled, greedily kissing the small man as he obliged.
Nite knew he could rest all of his sparse body weight on the troll, as he began stroking him with both hands, resting his chest against Seymore's as he did so. The troll gently, but firmly, guided their kiss, feeling powerful and desired as Nite began to whimper against his mouth. He hadn't heard these sweet, intoxicating sounds when the sorcerer had been in control, and oh how he had missed him.
,,Bite me. Bruise me,'' he growled, moaning just at the thought about the human's weirdly sharp teeth sinking into his skin. Nite only hesitated for a second, before he dived down to the troll's neck, fulfilling his wish. If Nite had hesitated because he needed time to process the words, or because he still somewhat felt shameful about liking to hurt the troll, Seymore didn't know, and he didn't care either when he blissfully groaned as the pain shot through him.
,,I'll mark you. You're mine,'' Nite hummed against Seymore's sore neck. ,,Over and over again, just enough for you to come back for more,'' he whispered, just as threatening as Seymore desired.
,,All yours,'' he growled, feeling the hands work harder on his cock. He didn't want to hold back. He just wanted to show Nite how amazing he made him feel. ,,… You don't want to eat, but I still have something I want to feed you…'' he growled lowly, amused by the slight whimper in the flustered, little man's throat.
,,You're dirty, aren't you?'' he growled back, smiling seductively as he moved downwards the troll's body, trying to put the twitching cock into his mouth, but Seymore denied him.
,,Not like this,'' he panted, standing up and guiding the sorcerer to the edge of the bed. When Nite moved too slow, he grabbed him and placed him himself, the human on his back, his head over the edge of the bed, hanging and waiting to be used as a fuck-hole, he assumed, by looking at the hungry gaze of his loved one underneath him. ,,You're ready?'' he growled, stroking himself as Nite opened his warm, damp mouth, drool already covering his lips expectantly.
,,Go right ahead, my pet,'' he growled, whimpering happily as the troll gently pushed against his open mouth.
Nite had sucked him off many times, many times before he had gotten his dark mark, and many times afterward, but the sheer feeling of trust and lust and love was overwhelming for the poor troll, as he, gently as he could, began to fuck the human's small mouth. The sorcerer was careful, but his jaw would only spread so wide, and the teeth scraped his cock wonderfully. Not too hard, just enough to edge him further on.
While Seymore wanted to slam himself against the small man, making him barely able to breathe, he knew it would hurt both himself and his loved one, that so desperately tried to keep up the pace. He felt the skilled hands against his shaft, guiding the troll a little better, as he continued to suck to the best of his abilities. Nite wasn't as teasing, anymore, as if he could feel the need run through the troll himself, wanting for him to come just as much as he himself did.
In the past, Nite was rarely horny in the morning. He wasn't opposed to playing with the troll, but he was much more energetic later on the day. He preferred to get frisky at night, and Seymore didn't really mind that, either. It was a good way to relax and, despite his conflicting feelings in the past, he liked to fall asleep beside the small man. But right now, it was all too clear that he more than enjoyed himself.
The blanket was cast aside, and the troll could see every inch of the pale, jittering man as he worked his bravest with the big, heavy cock in his mouth. Nite's cock was stiff and pounded delightfully against his stomach, leaking onto himself. He wasn't sure if the younger man was even aware of this, as he seemed to notice nothing else than the troll.
,,Just a moment,'' the troll panted, pulling out and leaning forward, his cock resting on the whimpering human's face.
,,By Am, you're so fucking big,'' he mumbled underneath his breath, still licking and stroking the throbbing member, not even noticing what Seymore had in mind. He squeaked, looking down his own body as the troll began to gently suck him off. ,,I didn't give you-…'' he began, but trailed off, as soon as he realized he didn't need to give him orders, anymore.
,,Do you want me to stop?'' he asked gently, feeling the smaller cock throb against his face. Despite whatever Nite meant, his cock had its own things in mind.
,,… But I want to focus on you…'' he mumbled, almost pouty.
,,… Will it hurt you, if I do it like this?'' he asked instead, suddenly fearing that to be his concern. He had sucked Nite off many times after he had achieved the half-moon on his forehead, but it had always been on his commands.
,,Seymore, everything hurts,'' he croaked, trying to catch the troll's gaze. ,,It doesn't matter if you touch me gently, roughly, by my order or by accident. It hurts. It's… It's my punishment for loving you, but…'' he said, sitting up to take a better look at his beloved troll, taking the gentle face in his hands. ,,… It's worth it. Maybe I just… like the pain… Maybe I've grown used to it… No matter the case, you can touch me, however you want… I just wanted to focus on you… I wanted you to… To guide me…'' he smiled, almost shyly, before pressing a gentle kiss onto his lips.
,,… Okay,'' the troll smiled, leaning down to the crook of the small man's neck. ,,I'm getting a bit sentimental, over here. I just wanted to fool around, for a bit, like we used to do. And it always feels better to come, with the taste of you on my tongue,'' he growled gently, making the sorcerer whimper impatiently again. ,,So… is it alright, that I touch you, too?'' he growled, his voice so calm it almost seemed threatening.
,,Yes,'' he growled, whimpering as the troll lifted him, up higher than he usually had done, until the sorcerer clung to the troll's head for dear life with his arms and legs wrapped around his face. ,,This is not what I meant!'' he protested but jolted forward when he felt the mouth and tongue snugly wrap around his cock again, sucking him off in this strange position.
Seymore couldn't answer, as Nite really did cling to him, fearing to get them out of balance so they both would fall, most likely. But Seymore was strong and the small man didn't feel heavy in his arms, not even like this.
The touch worked regardless. If Nite got edged on by fear, he couldn't say, but his cock was throbbing and leaking in copious amounts, making the troll's mouth water even more. He didn't lie, he really did want to make Nite come, to taste him again, even if he knew very well what he tasted like.
Nite really was his drug, he mindlessly thought as the small man's motions got jittery and his fingertips clawed into the troll's shoulders. He tasted it before Nite could ever say so, firmly holding him in place so he wouldn't toss himself down to the floor by accident.
,,I'm coming, I'm coming! Fuck!'' he screamed, panting as he thrusted his hips against the troll's greedy mouth.
Huh. It had been a long time since Nite had come so easily, he thought, as the younger man rode out his high, before the troll gently placed him down on the bed again. He had thought Nite simply just had acquired more stamina, by being older and probably experimenting with his own body, if he had to guess. In the past, before his travel, Nite had always been pretty easy to get to come, but it rarely meant he couldn't continue with whatever they were up to, anyway, while he in the past months had lasted pretty well, regardless of their activity.
,,Your turn,'' Nite panted, smiling exhausted up at the troll, as he laid down with his head over the edge of the bed again. Seymore chuckled lightly, gently placing his more than eager member on the sorcerer's face, feeling him whimper against it anew.
,,You like this?'' he asked curiously, rubbing himself against the small man's face.
,,Yes,'' he panted, sticking his tongue out to wet it every time Seymore dragged himself across his face. ,,It's so warm and big and hard… And I haven't given myself time to really enjoy you, the past couple of months,'' he whispered, grabbing the moving cock.
,,Enjoy all you want, my love,'' he growled, stepping a bit away to line himself better up towards Nite's mouth. He felt the gentle tongue against his tip again, shuddering over the sensation. He still wanted to come so badly, but the sounds of delight from the sorcerer made him eager to hold back, if not just for a little longer.
He gently held around the human's face, guiding himself carefully into his open mouth. No matter their position, Nite could simply not get that much of him inside his mouth, but Seymore loved the way he gagged and gurgled around his cock, choking himself by the sheer desire to suck off the troll.
,,Tap my leg when you need air, okay?'' he said gently, shifting his hands around the human's neck instead, as he began to push forward, a little faster, a little needier.
To his surprise, Nite let his hands fall to his sides, before he curled them onto his back, much like when Seymore himself obediently had serviced his small Master. Seymore had no real interest in being a Master, not even being in control, but delightful shivers still ran down his spine, as the small man fell limb in his hands, letting the troll guide him without any restrictions.
He would lie if he said it wasn't exciting. He would lie if it didn't terrify him a little, as well, that Nite so bitterly trusted him so easily again, even after years of shifting between love and despise for his very being. He felt powerful, in a way he hardly felt he could control, but when he pulled out to look at the small human, he mostly just felt loved.
,,I didn't tap your leg,'' he said, almost confused before the troll leaned down, kissing him greedily and tasting his own precum on his tongue. He held Nite here, his hands still around his throat, as the kiss grew sloppier and needier, just by the second.
,,Get down on your knees,'' he said gently when he finally let go of the small human that eagerly sat in front of him. ,,Open up,'' he begged, cupping the human's cheek with one hand while touching himself with the other. ,,By the stars, you're so beautiful,'' he panted above him, looking down into the attentive, red eyes.
,,I'll be much prettier after this, wouldn't you say so?'' he smirked, placing his hands behind his back again, sticking out his tongue as he waited patiently for the troll to come.
,,You're unusually thirsty this morning. Spoiling me this early, aren't you?'' he growled, slapping his cock against the human's face, not hard, but sudden enough to surprise the small man.
He liked that Nite understood troll, he decided. Despite using it to protect his aching heart and slipping into his mother tongue when he got too excited, he liked that Nite not only understood every word, he encouraged him to speak it. He had learned troll, just to be able to understand him when he talked dirty, and he couldn't help but shudder by the fact.
,,It's as I said,'' Nite growled, his voice low and husky all of a sudden. ,,I want to make you crave more. To satisfy you just enough for now, but leaving you hungry for later.''
,,Oh I could never get enough of you,'' he purred, guiding the human's face closer to his cock, as he felt the orgasm creep closer. The damp breath against his skin, combined with the sultry look the small man sent him, sent him over the edge and he felt the first shot of cum run over Nite's face, much before he had the sense to put his cock back into the sorcerer's mouth.
Nite did his best to keep swallowing as the troll came in thick, hard bursts, but Seymore was unusually pent up, and he kept panting and coming until the small man gave in, let go of the cock in his mouth and submissively let him paint his face. He didn't look dissatisfied, but Seymore knew how much he tried to avoid making a mess, although the troll couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight.
,,… How can there be so much, when you just came yesterday?'' he complained, chuckling slightly. His chuckles were abruptly ended, when the troll leaned down, kissing him so wildly that the human nearly lost his breath. He felt filthy. The sheer lust of tasting himself against the human's lips, licking his face clean, and sharing his own cum with him made his body ache again. He loved that regardless of what Nite thought about the messiness, he kissed him back with just as much vigor as Seymore did.
,,I love you,'' he mumbled in his low, raspy voice, picking up the human to place him back on the bed. He didn't stop kissing him, licking him clean, and dived back for more as he leaned over the small man, feeling powerful and desired by the way the human tucked in his body to feel more of it on top of him. ,,I should have told you years ago… But I didn't believe a troll could be this lucky,'' he continued, kissing down the human's neck when his face was mostly clean.
,,You're silly,'' he panted, stroking the top of the troll's bald head. ,,I've wanted nothing more than to be yours, for what feels like… forever. You're not… lucky, you're simply… just exactly what I need and want,'' he whispered, as the troll's lips wandered down to his pounding chest. ,,Say it again,'' he begged, making the troll look up at him.
,,What?''
,,I love you, say it again,'' he begged, his face flushed and his eyes glossy.
,,I love you,'' he said, leaning up to kiss those pale, thin lips he had just come all over. ,,I love you,'' he growled, kissing the human's cheeks, nuzzling his face against him. ,,I love you, I've never stopped loving you, and never will I,'' he promised, feeling his heart ache with uncertainty. He had said words like these before. He hadn't wanted to say them again, not to Ruvaen, not to anyone else, but he couldn't help it. He didn't want them to be false, this time.
,,I love you too,'' he growled against the green lips. ,,Please, don't leave me,'' he begged, his voice suddenly breaking.
,,I won't leave you,'' he promised, leaning further down to embrace the small man. ,,I need you,'' he whined, feeling the sorcerer's teeth scrape his skin. ,,Your lips, your touch… Your heart, your soul…'' he mumbled, fearing he would smother the whimpering man underneath him, but every time he tried to pull away, Nite clung to his back as if he used him like a heavy blanket.
,,I'll give you anything. You're my whole world,'' he whispered, his voice dripping with a sadness he had withheld for so long. If Nite was selfish, Seymore wouldn't know. The only thing he knew, was how sincerely he meant the words, he had waited to tell ever since Nite had uttered his own first 'I love you'.
,,I don't want anything,'' he smiled truthfully. ,,I have everything.'' Nite kept whimpering, almost sobbing against the thin, coarse lips of the troll, as Seymore held around him.
,,Say my name,'' he whimpered, his cheeks warm and damp. Seymore tried not to be startled by the tears, but he couldn't imagine what exactly went through his lover's head.
,,I love you, Nite,'' he whispered gently, kissing the dark mark on his forehead, feeling the skin burn against his lips. When he peeked down, it glowed, soft and purple, but it didn't look like his loved one noticed.
,,No, say my name,'' he pleaded again, the sobs noticeable now. ,,Please, say my name,'' he sobbed, hiding his face against the troll's pounding chest, as he realized what he meant.
The last time he had tried to say it, Nite had nearly knocked his teeth out by accident. The only time he had ever said it fully, he lost his tusks…
,,Shh, I'm here,'' he gently cooed, as the small man sobbed loudly against his chest. ,,Ie hakovuth… Willow,'' he growled, the birth name of the man in his arms sticking out like a sore thumb, in the otherwise gruff tone. It had a softness to it, that in many ways matched how small and fragile Nite felt in his arms right now, and the sobs didn't steady any. ,,My amazingly smart and true Willow,'' he chanted, gently humming to steady the small man's heavy breathing. ,,Tell me what's going through your head, please,'' he begged.
,,I don't know,'' he admitted, shaking in the older man's grip. ,,I feel so… overwhelmed… I-I hate that name, but I wanted to know… how it would sound, coming from you,'' he whimpered, his voice barely recognizable through the troll's chest.
,,… How does it sound?'' he asked curiously.
Nite finally looked up at him again, his face wet and flushed, as the troll gently wiped the tears away. And just as if magic itself had hit him, the eyes that gazed upon him were mahogany, deep and fiery as he remembered them. They didn't turn red, and they didn't turn away, when the troll smiled at him, full of adoration.
,,I wish you could see yourself, right now,'' the troll hummed happily. ,,You're really beautiful, Willow,'' he smiled, leaning down to kiss him again. When they parted, the eyes still didn't turn back to red. It also occurred to him, that the mark didn't glow, anymore.
,,… It doesn't sound so bad…'' he concluded, ignoring the troll's other comments. ,,But… don't go around using my name too often, though,'' he said, a sudden sternness in his voice, despite his still shaky state. Seymore couldn't help but chuckle, kissing the bridge of his loved one's nose.
,,I think your name is beautiful,'' he admitted, leaning down to whisper into the small man's ear. ,,I think Nite really does suit you, very well,'' he purred, making the sorcerer whimper again.
,,I love you,'' he said, looking into the gentle, amber eyes. ,,Every part of you, I love,'' he said, reaching up to touch the troll's face. ,,The flaws and insecurities, I still love those. All the weird, little ways you go about your day. All the things you think make you undesirable, I love those the most,'' he whispered, kissing him greedily between the words.
He knew it was true. He had always known that Nite was truthful, even if it made him uncomfortable. For some reason, Nite liked him. And even if he and Ruvaen were very different kinds of people, it was just as hard for him to imagine, as it had been with the pixie back then.
,,I've seen people, out there. I don't want them. I want you,'' Nite said, nuzzling his face against the troll's.
,,I want you too,'' he assured him. ,,I want nothing more than that,'' he said, feeling his throat tighten. It felt just as overwhelming to admit as yesterday. They laid quietly like this as they kept kissing, the troll's big body still pressing against the small man. Nite wouldn't be able to move away even if he wanted to, which didn't seem like his intention at all. If anything, he pulled him closer. ,,Doesn't it hurt at all that I lay on top of you, like this?'' he asked gently, with no real desire to move away unless it did.
,,Not really,'' he said calmly but then stiffening up as if it suddenly did. He was quiet for a moment before he began flailing, and Seymore pulled away with concern in his amber eyes. ,,No, it doesn't hurt,'' he said, looking mesmerized up at the troll.
,,I… I meant because of my weight…'' he started, when it dawned on him; his eyes. Maybe the pain had gone away when Nite's eyes changed. But why did they change back, when the mark still was on his forehead? ,,What does that mean?'' he asked, laying down beside the small man instead.
,,I don't know,'' he admitted. ,,Maybe the demon lost interest in me? I haven't really worked out how to access any powers, but… in general, I know I have better control over my powers now, than before,'' he shrugged.
,,Your eyes changed back to mahogany,'' he told him, looking into those familiar, beautiful eyes. ,,Can't really complain about that,'' he smiled.
,,Really?'' he asked, curiously touching his own face. ,,My mark is still there, right?'' he asked, almost panicked.
,,It is,'' he assured him, cuddling against his small lover. He gently kissed the mark, feeling the skin was just as lukewarm as the rest of the small man's body. ,,… How did you get your book back? It was while you traveled, right?'' he asked slowly. He didn't try to be accusatory, but he would lie if he said the topic didn't make him uneasy. Nite shifted his body to look at the troll again, his eyes weighing the situation.
,,I don't actually know,'' he said slowly. ,,I… wait, let's talk about it over breakfast,'' he said instead, suddenly getting up and roaming through his closet to find clothes.
,,Really? That's rare that you suggest food yourself,'' he said, happily surprised, as he remembered his clothes still were in the study chamber.
,,I know, right? I… I think I feel… hungry, for a change?'' he said, the uncertainty cutting through his voice. He found a silky, royal blue shirt from his closet, contrasting the lavender ones he usually wore. It had been some time since Seymore had seen him in his oversized, grey sweaters.
,,You look good,'' he smiled, feeling his stomach flutter at the sight. He walked up behind the small man, leaned down, and kissed his covered shoulder, humming as he held around him. ,,I need to go to the basement chamber to get dressed. Wait for me in the kitchen, will you?'' he said gently, and Nite nodded, unwillingly leaving the troll's embrace.
Seymore wasn't gone for long. He threw on his clothes, and picked up his few belongings on the way, leaving them in Nite's room as he walked towards the kitchen. It looked like the sorcerer had gotten rid of the mess he had made yesterday, but he didn't mention it as he sat on the kitchen counter, smiling brightly at the troll. It was a strange scenario, Seymore thought, but in a way that made him melt a little inside.
,,Sitting here, all alone?'' he chuckled, as he walked up to the small man, placing a hand on either side of his body as he leaned in to kiss him. Nite happily put his arms around the troll's broad shoulders, relaxing against the wall as the troll slowly deepened the kiss, enjoying the small whimpers coming from his loved one. ,,So let me ask you again: What do you want to eat?'' he hummed against the small man's swollen lips.
,,Are you offering anything in particular?'' he purred, making the troll feel a familiar jolt run through him.
,,Later, now, real food,'' he panted, feeling his troll instincts scold him. He wanted nothing more than to fuck the human senseless in every part of the castle, feeling high on love, but Nite never really showed interest in food, and Seymore's more nurturing nature took over.
,,Something sweet,'' he smirked, his lips brushing ever so gently against the troll's. The underlining, devilish tone in his voice amused the older man as he leaned in to seal their lips again. It was hard to pull away from Nite. Nite felt comforting for his soul to be near.
,,I'll whip something up,'' he said gently but didn't move away. ,,Do you want to help me, or would you rather just sit there, looking so inviting?'' he whispered against the human's neck, placing wet kisses underneath his jaw.
,,Can I help you while looking inviting?'' he cooed, clearly more interested in keeping them close than getting food.
,,I think you can,'' he smiled, reluctantly pulling away from his small lover, finding flour and bowls, whisk and eggs. ,,You can cut the fruit? Unless you want to help me bake,'' he suggested.
,,… I'm afraid I'll ruin it,'' he admitted, getting down from the kitchen counter. ,,What are we making?'' he asked, as Seymore handed him various red fruits, berries, plums, and peaches alike.
,,Pancakes. And don't worry, it'll be fine,'' he smiled, taking care of the eggs himself. Seymore could eat almost anything, but he doubted Nite would like eggshells in his pancakes. The human followed the troll's motions curiously, as he measured various flours and milk, adding it all to the bowl. ,,I could indeed make healthier things for you, but I kinda want to celebrate,'' he admitted, whisking away as the small man tried his best not to cut himself while cutting the peaches.
,,They'll not exactly be even,'' he said, looking frustrated down at the slices.
,,They don't have to be. It's mainly an excuse to get some form of nutrients into you, despite baking sweets for breakfast,'' he chuckled warmly, standing behind the small human to help him cut the fruit, much like he had done at Winter solstice. ,,You're very tense. Don't be afraid, you're very observant, you're not gonna cut yourself,'' he said, guiding Nite's hands. ,,You can use your magic, if it's easier for you. I don't mind,'' he said, nuzzling the human's neck.
,,… It's hard to concentrate when you're this close,'' he admitted.
,,It's hard to pull away from you, for too long,'' the troll purred, holding Nite's hands still as he kissed his neck.
,,… You don't mind magic, anymore?'' he asked instead, trying not to buckle his hips backward, into the troll.
,,… I don't mind you, using magic,'' he said carefully. ,,I don't… want to disappoint you… I still feel very wary around magic… But I trust you, I really do…'' he said slowly. ,,I know you want me no harm. There's been plenty of times you could've hurt me, where you didn't… Magic still scares me. But I would never want you to compromise such a vital part of yourself, Nite. You are magic, and I would never change that,'' he said truthfully.
,,I can work with that,'' he chuckled, putting down the knife to take the troll's big hands into his own. It felt nice, in a way Seymore could have never imagined. Maybe it was because Nite was older, he thought, but he had felt ready for this back then too. Had he been ready? Maybe not. Maybe this was the right timing, after all.
,,I need my hands to bake, love. Don't worry, I'll be back real soon,'' he mumbled against the sorcerer's cheek. Nite let go, finishing cutting the fruit as Seymore got the pan heated.
Seymore sneaked kisses and gently touches when he could, while he baked. They didn't say much, but the silence wasn't suffocating. Nite had waited for this ever since they had sat in the library, where he had asked about kissing. Seymore wasn't going to deny himself of the gentleness he felt through the younger man's touches.
It felt all too easy to fall back into a softness, they had briefly had with each other in the past. The thought of those gentle moments being every day, all the time, without the fear of rejection and hurt, made Seymore's skin tingle and his heart flutter when he looked at his small friend. His boyfriend, he reminded himself, making his cheeks flush ever so slightly.
He plated their food when ready. They just sat in the kitchen, and Nite for once didn't seem to despise eating. Sure, he normally didn't do so when Seymore baked him sweets, but on the other hand, he still seemed like he didn't really care to eat, even so.
,,You like it?'' he asked gently. Nite ate slowly, but he always did. He nodded, looking down at his plate. ,,That's good.'' They sat like this for a while, before the sorcerer sighed, looking in front of him with a painful gaze in his big eyes.
,,… I don't know how the book ended up in my bag,'' he suddenly said. Seymore had almost forgotten that he had asked, but looked attentively at the young man, waiting for him to continue. ,,I don't know why, but this time, it opened up without fail. I was back on Mokar, when I finally got… something out of it, though.''
,,What do you mean?'' Seymore's browbone furrowed. Nite sighed, but not in a way that made him feel belittled or like his questions were unwelcome.
,,Well, I… Black magic can come from a lot of sources,'' he explained instead. ,,Books are common. Artifacts too. Black magic comes from demons. Not the pesky half-demons that lull around in Aenamo, but something… something without a body for itself. They live in books or old artifacts, or where ever they can find some peace,'' he said, looking up at the listening troll. ,,Demons aren't evil, per se, but… It's tricky… They are very powerful, but also kind of lazy, and if a demon lends you some of its powers, you're not getting that for free,'' he said.
,,Okay, but… there was a spirit in that book of yours?'' he asked slowly, and Nite nodded.
,,Yes. And demons like to protect their home. That's why I couldn't get into the book, in the first place. When it deemed me worthy, I could. But even demons can make mistakes, so the pages were blank. It needed to know that I wanted this, that I needed this, for it to really show itself to me, which it did on Mokar,'' he explained.
,,… Is your spirit evil?'' Seymore asked slowly. He was done eating by now, putting his plate aside. Nite still ate in between speaking, but now he didn't seem to hurry up with answering. He guessed he wouldn't like the answer, then.
,,I can't tell you,'' he finally said. ,,I mean, most likely, yes, it is. My demon is the Demon of Desire, which is fitting, I guess. It feeds on… not very pleasant feelings of revenge and lust for power… That's why it wasn't very willing to present itself, because it could feel, above everything else… I, ahm…'' He looked to his side, shyly meeting the troll's gaze. ,,… I have a lot of anger, Seymore… Towards a lot of people, despite how few I know. I know that's not very… desirable, to know, but…'' he tried.
,,Oh,'' the troll chuckled, placing a gentle hand on the young man's shoulder. ,,I… kind of guessed as much… I mean… I know you have a lot going on, inside, that… might be very hard to deal with… I might not always know how to help you, and I might not always understand where you're coming from, but… I'll always listen, Nite. I don't see you as any less, I promise. I might not exactly understand how or why, but I… I do understand that this wasn't an easy process, for you, getting your spirit, that is…'' he tried, hoping he didn't seem too nervous.
A slight sigh of relief was drawn from the small man, before he smiled thankfully at the troll. He didn't finish his food, but put the plate to his side, before he gently moved closer to the troll, resting his head on his shoulder and taking Seymore's hand in his, gently tracing the lines on his palm.
,,Thank you,'' he whispered. The older man hummed but didn't interrupt any further, hoping Nite would continue. Hoping he could understand. ,,The demon doesn't like you. That's why it hurt to touch you,'' he simply said.
,,Is it gone now, that it doesn't hurt to touch me?'' he asked, but Nite shook his head.
,,I can never rid myself of my dark mark, and I'll forever be linked with this particular demon,'' he said. They were quiet for a time, as Seymore began to caress the small man by his side. The air felt a little heavier, but Seymore could handle it. He wanted to handle it.
,,Do you regret getting it?'' he asked quietly. He had asked before, but it seemed like the answer was the same, as Nite shook his head.
,,No. With this, I can do things I would never be able to achieve, otherwise,'' he said firmly. While Seymore never understood Nite's growing desire to reform the world, he mostly wondered if this would be safe for the man he cared so much about. Whether the spirit would consume him, or the Protectors of Aenamo would end him, the outcome seemed to overwhelm any power he could possibly get from black magic. But on the other hand, he didn't know much about magic, and he had to trust that Nite, despite being reckless, wouldn't get himself caught in anything too dangerous.
,,Okay. I believe you,'' he mumbled against the small man's cheek, nuzzling his face against him.
,,… Are you mad at me, for choosing this?'' he asked suddenly.
,,I'm not mad,'' he promised. ,,I'm… worried…'' he settled on. ,,What would I do, if something happened to you?'' he whispered carefully.
,,There won't,'' he promised, turning his head to nuzzle it against Seymore's. So many questions flooded his mind, but Nite was so close it was intoxicating. He couldn't help but feel grateful that the eyes that hazily looked back at him were the familiar, warm mahoganies that he had fantasized about for nights to no end. The eyes of Nite. His Nite. ,,You, ahm… Do you have more questions?'' he asked, almost shyly, grabbing the troll's arms around his tiny body.
,,Plenty,'' he chuckled. ,,But it's a little hard to focus on, right now,'' he admitted, kissing the small man.
,,A charmer, aren't you?'' he chuckled, but didn't complain otherwise. ,,We don't have to keep talking about it, if it bores you…'' he said quietly.
,,It doesn't bore me,'' he promised. ,,I have millions of questions about your travel, who you met, and how the circle was. I have millions of questions about how you want our life to be, if we should just… run for the hills, and leave this behind… Millions of questions about how all this magic functions, or how I can help you, but… I don't have to ask them all right now… Because we'll have the rest of our lives to figure all that out,'' he smiled kindly.
,,Right,'' he croaked, his eyes glossy again, but his smile was pure bliss. ,,That's… all I ever wanted to hear…'' he admitted, his cheeks warm and rosy.
,,… Are you mad at me, that I wasn't ready to be lovers, back then?'' he asked gently.
,,No,'' he said, way too quickly. ,,… Yes…'' he then corrected it to, closing his eyes. ,,I mean… I would rather not have had to go through that… It was… so unbearably lonely… I had just gotten used to you, being around me at all times, and then… You can't imagine how it is, when the only person you've ever really felt a connection with… abandons you…'' he whispered, his voice quivering and hurt.
,,I can't,'' he admitted. ,,I've had a lot of hurt in my life… but nothing like that… I did everything I wanted to avoid doing… I don't know if I'm a better man now, than back then, but I want to be,'' he said slowly. ,,I love you so much, my little Willow,'' he growled, feeling Nite jitter in his embrace. ,,… Too often?'' he chuckled, when the human looked at him again.
,,No, I… It just seems to… have a weird effect on my body,'' he said confused.
,,Oh? Is that so?'' the troll purred, gently lifting the sorcerer onto his lap with no further complaints.
,,No, not like that, perverted troll,'' he chuckled against the green lips. ,,Lifting me, though, has quite an effect in itself,'' he smirked, putting his arms around the troll's shoulders again.
,,Then what did you mean?'' he asked, holding tightly onto the still chuckling sorcerer.
,,It feels… overwhelming… Like when my magic overwhelms me, but… lighter… Like, the opposite of when my magic is overwhelming,'' he said, a wondering look in his gaze. ,,I wonder if that was what caused the pain to go away? That you used my birthname?'' he said softly, looking into the air.
,,… Why would the demon be opposed to your birthname?'' Seymore asked confused. In a way, it made sense that this was the cause of Nite's eyes turning brown, but it still didn't explain why.
,,… Because I asked you to say it, maybe?'' he wondered. ,,It took it as me surrendering myself to you, maybe? I can't say for sure. But it's well aware that I don't allow anyone to call me Wi-… Call me by my birthname,'' he said, shuddering at the mere sound.
,,… Why is it that you don't like your birthname? I mean, I have no problem with calling you Nite, I would have never used your birthname, if you haven't asked me to, but I'm… curious,'' he said gently.
,,I don't know. Willow Greenlight just always felt wrong for me, in some sense. My mother named me after herself, surely so I could keep up her legacy, or so I thought. I was pretty young, when I began to recent her, my name… myself…'' he said bitterly, closing his eyes. Seymore had never really thought about why Nite would change his name, other than he was rebellious and liked to defy his mother. Or, so he had thought in the past. ,,… And every time she uses that name, it just solidifies how little she respects me. I named myself Nite, because… that's what I wanted to be, when I grew up, a knight,'' he shrugged. Seymore couldn't help but chuckle, making the sorcerer's fiery gaze look right back at him. ,,What?'' he said warningly.
,,I'm sorry, my love, I just… I would have never guessed… I always thought you named yourself Nite, after nighttime,'' he said, trying to caress the small man so he would be less angry with him.
,,That would probably have made more sense,'' he mumbled, calming down a little. ,,I couldn't spell knight back then. But, who has ever heard about a knight, that's named Nite, anyway?'' he sighed, leaning into the troll's embrace.
,,I don't think I've ever heard about anyone that's named Nite,'' the troll said gently. ,,I don't think of you, like anyone else than Nite. For a long time, I did, that's why I… I almost used that name, when we… You know, where together, for the first time,'' he said shyly. ,,I don't know why, because I had called you Nite so many times before…'' he shrugged. ,,But that's… not the first time, I used your birthname…''
,,What? I don't remember you've ever used Wi-… My birthname, other than… right now,'' he said confused. Seymore kissed his forehead, seemingly trying to avoid looking into his eyes.
,,That's because you don't remember that day, in general,'' he said regretfully. Nite didn't say anything for a moment before the troll heard a small oh underneath his breath. ,,I never told you why you got so mad at me, that day, other than that I needed to clean your room. You were not that mad, before I asked you, by name, to leave the room, so I could clean it. I am pretty polite, even towards a five-year-old, and while your mother had informed me that you didn't like your name and had chosen another one for yourself… I couldn't remember it… I couldn't imagine that you would get so mad at me, for using that name,'' he said slowly.
,,… You never told me that…'' he said, almost accusingly.
,,No,'' he said, finally looking at the man on his lap again. ,,I was… ashamed, I think? I never blamed you for doing as you did, but I know… I know your mother did… And I felt very bad, for, in a sense, I felt it was my fault…'' he said apologetically.
,,What? No, no matter how much I despise that name, I shouldn't be running around, blowing up peoples' faces!'' he said hastily. ,,Did you think it would make me mad if you told me?'' he asked, the hurt clear in his voice.
,,Maybe… I mean… I know I just tried to do my job, but… I never thought about how your mother reacted. I never wondered what she did. And I… I first really realized how little she helped you, that night she went away on her first long travel…'' he said, cupping the small man's cheeks. ,,And I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, for not being there before. I'm sorry I always trusted that she was an adult, struggling with an unruly child,'' he said softly.
,,I don't blame you for that. I understand why you believed my mother, and didn't saw… me, so to speak… And I was an unruly child, but she just… wasn't motherly enough, to handle me. You were so young yourself, and she treated you like the adult I know you weren't,'' he said gently. ,,… It's me that should be sorry, Seymore,'' he said, tracing the scars on his face. ,,… I never apologized for this… Not really… I'm sorry that I hurt you… I'm sorry for the times I tricked you with my magic or didn't respect your boundaries… I'm sorry that I didn't try to make up, after you left my room, that morning…'' he said. His eyes were big and sincere, and Seymore smiled down at him.
,,Thank you, my love,'' he said, leaning down to kiss the small man again. He could never get enough of him, despite his heavy heart. ,,… I believe it's my turn, to tell you a story,'' he whispered nervously. Nite didn't seem to catch on immediately, as the troll stretched his back to gather his courage. ,,Are you done with your breakfast?'' he asked, looking at the half-empty plate.
,,Uh, almost. Give me a minute,'' he said, climbing down from his comfortable spot on the troll's lap. Seymore began to clean the kitchen, while Nite hurried with eating, eyeing the troll questioningly. ,,… What kind of story?'' he finally asked, finishing the rest of his fruit.
,,… I believe I promised to tell you a little more why I left the Center Isles, and how I found the castle,'' he said, feeling his heart race. He didn't want to talk about Ruvaen. He didn't want to engulf Nite in all his insecurities, but on the other hand… He knew he needed to.
,,… It doesn't have to be right now, if you're not ready,'' Nite said gently, handing his plate to the troll, but Seymore just shook his head.
,,I'll never be more ready than now,'' he promised, turning around to meet the suddenly nervous man in front of him. ,,Let's find a good spot, to sit and relax. I… I promise that I'll be honest with you, no matter what kind of questions you may ask,'' he said, smiling regretfully. Nite took his hands, giving them a quick squeeze before he guided the troll out of the kitchen and further down the hallway.
At first, Seymore thought he would head for his bedroom, but Nite kept going. He then thought they would sit in the study chamber, but to his surprise, the young man stopped in front of the living room, which the troll barely noticed him use. The room was dark, as most rooms in this part of the castle were, but there was a graciously big couch they could sit and relax in, as Nite began to light up the place with his tiny, fairy-like crystals of magic.
,,You don't mind, do you?'' the sorcerer asked, looking back at the troll, who gently shook his head. If Seymore hadn't been so alert about the topic itself, he might have found the whole scenario romantic, as Nite leaned his head against the troll's shoulder, relaxing into the warmth and comfort of his lover. ,,What are you so afraid of, love?'' he gently whispered, as the troll tried to find his words. It felt soothing, the way Nite called him love. He hoped he felt the same way when he used it for him.
,,… That you'll see me as broken,'' he admitted. ,,I… I've been around a lot more than I like to talk about… And I… I'm afraid that you'll compare yourself to a man you've never met…'' he said hesitantly. He could feel a reassuring hand on his arm, as Nite leaned up to kiss his cheeks. His face felt warm against him.
,,… Truth be told, I'll always compare myself to him, Seymore. It doesn't make it better that I don't know what I'm comparing myself to. I don't know if I'll stop when I know more about him, but I want to know of your past, more than anything. I want to know every single thing about you. And… he was a part of that… and that's… That's okay…'' he said, but he didn't sound so convincing.
,,You're not him, Nite. And that's not a bad thing,'' he said, pulling the small man against his body.
,,… I sometimes wonder why you're with me, when you could have someone like a pixie…'' he said truthfully. ,,I mean, I'm nowhere near as-,'' he began, but the troll interrupted.
,,I don't want a pixie,'' he whispered. ,,I don't want anyone else… I thought I didn't need anyone at all, but I do… I want all of this… But I'm afraid to scare you off…'' he admitted.
,,You won't,'' he promised. ,,I can't imagine that a promiscuous lifestyle or low self-esteem can scare me away… It won't scare me away,'' he corrected himself.
With this, Seymore sighed, stretched his back, and tried to steady his heart that felt like it ripped his throat apart. The fairy lights made the room look magical and calming, in a way he would never have thought he would say. Magic had never calmed him. But now, it reminded him of Nite. Of gentle touches and undying trust, and someone, who didn't need him to be much else, besides himself.
All of himself…
,,Okay… This might not be as interesting as you think… But… maybe it can bring me peace, to talk about it… I've…'' he began, looking at the small human at his side, so attentively looking at him. ,,I've never told a soul about this,'' he smiled sadly, looking at the wondering gaze in the human's eyes.
,,Never?'' he asked quietly and he shook his head.
,,I never thought I would need to,'' he admitted. ,,But… Let me tell you a story… A story, about a young troll, trying to chase a dream…''