Hello there, people of Iwaku! I decided to rewrite this short story of mine to something more up to date with my standards. Hope you like it. I would like some feedback, but would love to keep the thread clean. If you have any comments, click on my profile picture right there <--- and click "start a conversation" and tell me what you thought! Disclaimer: This story, particularly the first chapter, contains explicit scenes of M/M love. If that offends you or disgusts you, scram. Right now. Otherwise, enjoy! [parsehtml]<div style="float:left;margin-right:8pt;"><img src=http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x167/goldendercon/JasonCollins.jpg></div>[/parsehtml]Augurs. Clairvoyants. Diviners. Prophets. Psychics. Seers. Soothsayers. Harlots, all of them. Through some mystical power or gift of sight or some profound connection with the metaphysical, they claim to be able to peer into the future. They spout that some people will rise to power, some will be blessed with bountiful plenty, some would fall upon ill intent or lose all that they hold dear. They are fools, each and every one of them. The future cannot be foreseen. It simply does not exist, yet. Knowledge of the unknown and the yet-to-come is a powerful weapon and a masterful temptress. People flock to it like moths to a lamp. This is the sole reason that those harlots make any sort of living. People are so desperate to know what's coming that they are willing to throw away any matter of money. Jason Collins was by no means a harlot. He possessed knowledge of the "future" in a very loose sense of the word. This knowledge, he would carry to the grave. He didn't know why or how it was so, but he believed that something, somehow was making time go around in a loop, that for some obscure reason, everything that was happening or was to happen had happened many times before. Early on in his relationship with Alex and his training in the Druidic art, he'd discovered a sigil that allowed him to peer right into the fabric of the world, and it had a terrifying consequence. In that mysterious "fabric" he saw echoes of times long past, of the war that destroyed purgatory, the Fallen being cast into the depths of Hell, and the Fall of Man. He saw glimpses of things yet to come, things that had unfolded many times in the past turnings of the cycle yet to come in this one. He saw things that terrified him, that shook him to the very core of his being. These things troubled him for many years, until, with a heavy heart, he was able to accept what was to come, to resign himself to the tide of fate. He looked up, seeing himself reflected in the mirror by the dim light of the single fixture that he had turned on in the bathroom. Lanky. Green-eyed. Messy-haired. Nothing noteworthy, really. He didn't find it difficult at all to imagine that he'd lived countless times past. His life had been less than spectacular until recent years. Much of it had been spent trying to be unnoticeable. Much good it did him; he had still been the object of bullying in school. The dim lighting emphasized his emerald eyes. While they were, in moments of solitude like these, deep and tormented, they still carried a gleam of mischief and stubbornness that he had suppressed for so long. For a moment, he thought about how he was able to survive the past four years burdened with knowledge of what was to come and of what would be his untimely death. He had come to accept it but he had to admit that the prospect still utterly terrified him whenever he was alone. The past few times he'd delved into the fabric of the world, he saw a departure of current events from what the echoes told him should be happening. This told him that this time, for some reason, the cycle had been broken. This time would be different. He'd been hopeful for the briefest of moments, to say the least, that he would get to spend the rest of his natural life with his beloved lion, but it was not to be so. He quickly realized that while the rest of the world was deviating from the path preordained by the echoes of the cycle, his life was still following it. He was still going to die before his time. It was almost like someone had stuck a dagger in his chest and twisted it and for the longest time, he'd despaired over how Alex would do without him. Then again, he didn't know himself what he would do without Alex. The two of them had spent the last four years so engrossed with each other, so entwined in their lives that they had barely spent any time apart. The only significant amount of time that Alex ever let him out of his sight was when he took a risky trip to the lands of his birth for little less than a week to learn more about the Druids of eld. Even that had taken an insane amount of convincing and more than a little buggery to get Alex to consent. He'd fallen in love with this man so quickly. His cute, cuddly were-lion with a heart of gold and a tongue far too smart for his own good, had captured his own heart in a flash. He smiled. If Alex could hear his thoughts, the kitty would have pounced. Alex was the reason he didn't collapse under the weight of the knowledge that burdened his shoulders. The were-lion had taught his battered and hardened heart how to love and be loved in earnest. Yes, he thought, it was because of the sometimes way-too-protective detective that he had been able to live the last four years at all. Jason's smile widened. For what it was worth, being able to fall in love with Alex again and again was worth dying before he was ready each time. His eyes glimmered with joy at the prospect, but all too soon, their light was quelled. An ugly monster reared its head inside of him. He realized that this would be the last time, if he was correct. A pang of regret hit him, shook him to his very core; he regretted not being able to spend more time with Alex. The emerald eyes that had been bright just moments ago grew watery with unshed tears. He rubbed his eyes on the sleeve of the bathrobe that hung about him and he strode over to where blinds covered the bathroom's high-set windows. He drew them apart, squinting in the bright afternoon light that flooded the bathroom when he did so. For a condominium unit, Alex sure had gotten them one with a spacious bathroom where the shower and the tub were separate. During his childhood, he'd absolutely hated standing in the tub to take a shower. This was one of the small gestures from Alex that Jason appreciated quite a lot, and he loved the were-lion all the more for it. Jason undid the knot that held the bathrobe in place and let it slide from his shoulders. The soft rustling of the cloth against his skin reverberated in the dead silence of the bathroom. He hung it up on a rack by the shower enclosure and set down a few accessories on the counter-top by the sink. He slipped his feet out of his sandals and walked into the shower enclosure. The air and tiles were chilly against his naked frame and the soles of his feet. He turned on the shower and waited as the water gushing from the shower head warmed to a comfortable temperature. He stepped into the flow and before long the water had soaked his hair thoroughly and was sending hot rivulets down the curve of his back. He brushed his hair back with his hand to get it out of his eyes and just stood there, relishing in the water as steam rose around him and humming a tune to himself softly. For a glorious moment, he felt the knot of tension in his stomach loosening, the burden upon his shoulders sliding away in the flow of water. He hadn't told Alex about what he knew of the future, it was knowledge he wouldn't wish on his beloved were-lion. Keeping things from Alex, he felt, was in many ways sinful and it weighed heavily upon his conscience. Despite that, he could not bear it to think how Alex would despair and obsess with keeping him alive if he knew. It was better that way. There, in the warm cascade, he felt its weight being scoured away. Jason's respite was not to last. His guilt all came crashing back when he heard the latch on the bathroom door turn. He hadn't quite expected his were-lion to be home so early. He honestly wouldn't have had it any other way for his demise was rapidly approaching, but a selfish part of him couldn't help but wish that he had a bit of a respite from the hauntings of his conscience. He had to admit he'd started to feel lonely, though, and Alex being home early was a welcome surprise. [parsehtml]<div style="float:right;margin-left:8pt;margin-right:-30em;"><img src=http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x167/goldendercon/Guy4b_zps8f3af175.jpg style="width:35%;height:35%;"></div>[/parsehtml]Jason didn't have to open his eyes to know that Alex had already disrobed and laid his clothes on a neat pile right by where he had set down his accessories. He also didn't have to look to know that Alex had walked towards the enclosure slowly, gazing at him lovingly and no doubt appreciating the view before opening the glass and stepping inside. It was just one of the things he'd seen so many times through their years together, and it happened time and time again without fail that he just knew it was what Alex would do. It didn't make the were-lion dull so much as endearing, in Jason's opinion. Alex's predictability was something he liked to exploit quite often in numerous pranks that left him breathless from laughing. "I missed you" whispered the detective in Jason's ear while snaking his arms around the not-much-younger man's midriff. The blond were-lion set his head on Jason's shoulder. For a moment, they just stood there, savouring each other's company to the sound of hot water cascading around them. Alex kissed Jason's cheek. "You're beautiful, Jason. I don't know what I would do without you..." "I... missed you too." Jason could barely get the words out. There was a lump in his throat. It was as though Alex was getting him back for all the pranks, saying the one thing that he so voraciously hoped that the were-lion would not say. He laid his head on Alex's and whispered softly, "You'll live Alex. That's what you would do..." He rubbed his thumb in circles on the back of Alex's hands. Alex chuckled lightheartedly, seemingly oblivious to the sadness in Jason's voice. "Don't be silly. I won't ever have to know that. We'll never be apart." Alex nuzzled Jason's neck and started slowly kissing him up and down the neck. Jason shivered, a pleasurable tingling traveling down his spine. It did little for him, though, still ruled by morose thoughts. "Never... Never is too short, Alex..." he thought sadly as Alex's hands roamed down his body. The were-lion's fingers traced burning tracks across his skin, and he could feel himself getting hot and bothered. Before he could respond to Alex, and fortunately so, Alex drawled in the most lascivious voice in his ear "Why don't I... show you just how much I missed you...?" Even now, after four years, Alex's "in-the-mood" tone still woke the beast, the carnal desires that rested within him. That low salacious growl from his partner set his veins alight with ecstasy and for the moment, at least, it pushed the weight on his shoulders to the side. "I promise you'll like it..." Jason didn't have to look to know that Alex had a lewd grin on his face. Quick, hardly-chaste kisses followed Jason's jaw, sending further bolts of pleasure racing down his body and eliciting a moan wrought with sensual want. He could feel his manhood rising to full tumescence. Alex's wasn't any different. The were-lion's hardness was thickening right by his thigh. Jason clutched Alex's wrists which were still roaming all over his torso, making him squirm, and turned to face Alex. Their gazes met, and the love between the two was unmistakable. They drew closer and closer together, and the passionate kiss they shared was a testament of the love they shared. "Alex..." Jason breathed, heavy with need, after they broke apart for air before slamming back together. Alex's finger's danced fleeting and teasing down along the curve of Jason's back. The green-eyed man arched towards the were-lion in pleasure and want. "Alex... please..." The blond would have none of it and those roaming hands cupped his buttocks, pulling him in closer and teasing his pucker, drawing a shuddering groan from the brunet. "Please... what... Jason?" Alex drawled in between kisses. He let go of Jason's buttocks and drew his hands up, pinning the brunet to the wall by his wrists. He started grinding their hips together, driving the two of them even harder, and panting with the fire of passion. When Alex let go of Jason's lips, the brunet threw his head back and rested it on the shower wall, mouth agape in pleasure. The were-lion resumed suckling on the flesh of Jason's jaw and neck and the hollow of his clavicle. The sensation drove Jason insane. "I... need you..." Jason gasped when Alex decided to suckle particularly hard on his clavicle. "inside me..." "So impatient..." teased the were-lion, letting Jason's arms fall to his side and drawing them tantalizingly downwards, making sure to flick and tease the brunet's nipples. "That just won't do... yet." Alex said lecherously as he trailed kisses down the middle of Jason's torso, paying a lot of attention to his navel. The action drew another groan from Jason who ended up thrusting his hips forward and smearing Alex's chest with pre-come. "Ohh..." Jason mewled when Alex found his throbbing member and breathed on it. Ever so needy, the brunet thrust his hips forward, but Alex was ready and pursed his lips in time. Alex waggled his finger in front of Jason's enraptured face. "No, no, no. Let me do this, dear" he said before diving in and licking the shaft up and down, eliciting quite a few profane exclamations from the brunet. He proceeded to do so for a few, certainly torturous, few seconds before enveloping Jason's cock with his mouth. The sound of water cascading over the two lovers was lost over the sound of Alex slurping on Jason's engorged member and the latter's guttural moans of pleasure. "A-Alex!" Jason exclaimed just as the were-lion felt the cock in his mouth get slightly bigger. His partner was close. With a devilish grin, he pulled off, much to Jason's chagrin. The green-eyed man promptly started humping Alex's thigh. Chuckling, Alex went in for another kiss. Jason closed his eyes in pleasure, tasting himself on the were-lion's tongue. His eyes snapped open when simultaneously, Alex's hands found his shaft and began stroking, and a finger found its way into his pulsing hole. "Alex... pleaaaseee..." Jason moaned a few minutes of kissing, stroking and fingering later as a second finger found its way inside him. Alex was absolutely driving him up the wall with what he was doing. Alex turned him around and Jason placed his hands on the wall in preparation for what was to come. The two fingers withdrew and he felt something blunt up against his entrance and he breathed a soft sigh of relief, until three fingers replaced it and he made a disgruntled noise. "Now, now, love. Don't be so impatient." The were-lion alternated between nibbling on Jason's earlobe and suckling on the tender flesh of his shoulder and clavicle. Alex's other hand found one of Jason's nipples and started flicking and squeezing it, making the brunet thrust back onto Alex's fingers. "D-dammit" Jason exclaimed breathlessly, eyes closed in ecstasy. "Here... let me just..." The hand playing with his nipple wandered over to where they kept soap and shampoo. He opened his eyes when suddenly he heard the snap of a tube of being opened and saw that it was a tube of KY. "W-where did that c-come from?" "Well... love, it just... happened to be there," said Alex wickedly. "You sly..." Jason gasped when the fingers inside him brushed against his prostate. "s-sly dog..." "Hey." Alex chuckled. "I find that offensive." Alex withdrew his fingers and lathered a generous helping of lube on his cock. Jason bucked against him when the tip of his cock brushed Jason's hole, but he just rubbed his member up and down the crack of the brunet's ass, much to Jason's dismay. "F-fine! You're not..." Jason gasped when he felt the blunt end of Alex's penis pressed against his hole. "A dog! Y-you're a kitty..." He said, teasingly. When Alex's cock strayed from the promise of penetration, Jason thrust his ass back, hoping to catch it. "I-I'm sorry! Y-you're a lion! M-my lion. P-please..." He begged. Catching Jason's mouth in a passionate kiss, Alex slid his member home while simultaneously stroking Jason's cock. Jason gasped into Alex's mouth, who in turn groaned in pleasure as his cock was enveloped by the green-eyed Irishman's velvety warmth. Enraptured, Jason's back arched even more and when Alex began to thrust, the younger of the two began to buck wildly, trying to get as much of the were-lion's manhood inside him as much as possible. Sensing his orgasm coming, Alex withdrew his cock and leaned more of his weight on Jason, forcing the green-eyed man to lean more against the wall for support. "Now now, love... Let's not get too excited." Alex grabbed Jason's member and started to stroke it slowly. "F-fuck you... Alex..." moaned Jason, feeling empty. No sooner had the words left his lips did Alex slide his whole cock back into Jason in one swift motion, making sure to hit Jason's prostate. Electricity exploded from his prostate, leaving Jason's vision swimming with pleasure. Alex's weight on his back prevented him from thrusting his hips to meet Alex's thrusts, leaving him wanting more and unable to do anything about it. He groaned, wanting more of Alex's cock in him. "I-if I recall correctly..." Alex panted, releasing a pleasured moan of his own. "Y-you're the one g-getting f-fucked!" Alex exclaimed as he drove his cock home again, making Jason squirm with pleasure. All too soon, his thrusts were becoming faster and more irregular. Jason tried his best to match the thrusts with violent bucking, but Alex's weight simply didn't allow much of it. They carried on for a good ten minutes more, with only the sound of the shower running, skin slapping and the pleasured moans and groans of the lovers reverberating in the otherwise empty bathroom. Just as Alex was getting close, he felt Jason tightening around his length. The brunet was close as well. "A-Alex... I'm cu-cumming!" "Cum for me my love..." Alex panted, speeding his stroking of Jason's manhood. With one final thrust, and a shuddering gasp in tandem, Alex emptied his seed into Jason whose ass clenched around his cock, milking it for every single drop. Jason, in turn, spewed sticky strand of white after sticky strand of white all over the shower wall. Short of breath, Alex kissed Jason on the cheek and whispered "Told you, you'd like it..." In a more serious tone, he said "I love you, Jason..." before laying his head on the brunet's shoulder. "I love you, too, Alex..." replied the green-eyed man slowly, his heart still racing from the intense fucking he had just received. From where he was still pinned to the shower wall by the larger were-lion, he could see amongst the accessories he'd set down and Alex's clothes, the twin gleams of two platinum bands in the afternoon sunlight. They glimmered of promises, of vows yet to be taken, of love that bound the two of them together, and of the wedding that they both dreamed of that would unify them in the eyes of the law. Suddenly thankful for the shower's relentless stream of water that had since turned quite cold, tears began to leak out of Jason's eyes. He tried his best to keep himself from shaking as he wept. When he looked at the engagement rings, he saw the wedding that he would not live to see.