Disclaimer: NSFW CONTENT. If you don't like M/M love, don't proceed any further! [parsehtml]<div style="float:left;margin-right:8pt;"><img src=http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x167/goldendercon/JasonCollins.jpg></div>[/parsehtml]They all say that they can see into the future. They all say that through some clairvoyant power, some gift of sight or some connection with God, they can peer into what is yet to come. They claim some will rise to power, some will be blessed with plenty, that some would fall upon ill intent or lose all that they hold dear. They're fools, each and every one of them. The future can't be forseen. It doesn't exist. Knowledge is a powerful weapon and a masterful temptress. It was knowledge that Jason had and it was knowledge that would follow him to the grave. He didn't know why or how, but he believed that something was making time go around in a loop. He believed that everything that was happening had happened many times before. He had 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 the many occasions when time had folded back in on itself. He saw glimpses of times long past, of the war that destroyed purgatory. He saw glimpses of things yet to come, things that unfolded many times in past repetitions of the cycle, but were yet to come about in this one. He saw things that terrified him, that troubled him for many years until he was able to accept what was fated to happen. He looked up at himself in the mirror. Lanky, green-eyed, messy-haired, nothing spectacular really. It wasn't hard to imagine someone like him living countless times in the past. The dim light of the single fixture he had turned on in the bathroom emphasized his emerald eyes that while deep and tormented, still carried a gleam of mischief and a flame of stubbornness. 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, the prospect still scared him shitless whenever he was alone. His recent delvings into the fabric of the world had shown him a dissonance between the echoes and what was actually happening. It told him that this time, it was different. It told him that the cycle had been broken and for a moment, he had been hopeful. That was until he realized that when it came to himself, things were still going the same way. He answered his own question. He had been able to survive the past four years because of Alex. His cute, cuddly were-lion with a heart of gold and a tongue far too smart for his own good. The smile on his face widened, if Alex could hear what he just thought, the kitty would've pounced. Yes, it was because of the sometimes-way-too-protective detective that he had been able to live at all. He guessed, for what it was worth, that falling in love with him again and again over the countless eons, was a wonderful prospect. This time, though, it would be the last time, and a pang of regret hit him, a shard of sorrow stabbed right through his heart and the green emeralds that had just moments ago been lit with the flames of love and joy, grew watery. He scrubbed his eyes on the hem of the bathrobe that hung about him and he strode over to where blinds covered the high-set windows. He opened them, letting some natural light illuminate the bathroom. For a condo, Alex sure had gotten them both one with a spacious bathroom, one where the shower and the tub were separate. During his childhood, he had absolutely hated standing in the tub to take a shower. It was one of those small gestures from Alex that Jason appreciated quite a lot and he loved the were-lion all the more for it. He undid the tie that held the bathrobe in place and let it slide from his shoulders. The rasp of the fabric against his skin was audible in the dead silence of the bathroom. He hung it up nearby and set down a few accessories on the countertop by the sink. He slipped his feet out of his sandals and walked into the shower enclosure. The air was chilly against his naked frame and the tiles were cold. He turned on the shower and waited a bit for the water to warm before stepping into the flow. Before long the water had soaked his hair thoroughly and sending rivulets down his back. He brushed his hair backwards with his hand to get it out of his eyes and just stood there, relishing in the water as steam rose around him. [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]He heard the turning of the latch to the door of the bathroom. He hadn't expected the were-lion to be home so early, but he would not have had it any other way. He was beginning to feel quite lonely. He didn't have to open his eyes to know that Alex had already taken his clothes off and laid them on a neat pile right by where he had set down his accessories. He didn't have to look to know that Alex walked towards the enclosure and gazed at him lovingly before opening the glass and stepping inside. "I missed you" whispered the detective in Jason's ear while snaking his arms around the younger man's midriff. "You're beautiful, Jason, and I don't know what I would do without you..." "I... missed you too" he responded, the words almost getting stuck in his throat. "You'll live, Alex. That's what you would do..." he whispered softly, rubbing his thumb over the backs of Alex's hands. Alex chuckled. "I won't ever know that, Jason, because we'll never be apart" "Never... Never is too short, Alex..." thought Jason sadly. Before he could respond, and fortunately so, Alex drawled huskily in his ear "Why don't I show you just how much I missed you..." Even now, after four years, that tone still sent tingles down his back and set his veins alight with ecstasy. For the moment, at least, the sadness was pushed to the back of his mind. "I promise you'll like it..." continued the were-lion. Jason did not need to look to know there was a sheepish grin plastered on his lover's face right now. He could feel his manhood slowly rising to full mast. He could feel Alex's thickening right by his thigh. Clutching Alex's wrists that were still around his abdomen, Jason turned and met Alex's gaze. The love between the two was unmistakable, and the passionate kiss that they shared moments later was nothing but more evidence to that case. He let go of Alex's hands when he felt the were-lion pressing his weight onto his back. He placed his hands on the shower wall, bracing himself for what was to come, shivering with pleasure and anticipation. He could feel Alex's gentle thrusting by his backside, the were-lion's member sliding up and down the cleft of his ass. Alex's fingers left burning trails as they wandered up his torso, their touches fleeting and teasing. The first of many groans that would follow escaped Jason's lips when Alex began to suckle on the flesh of his jaw and slowly moved down to his collar. The were-lion's wandering fingers found Jason's nipples and began to play with them. It elicited another moan from Jason, one that made Alex smile. Satisfied, the were-lion moved one of his hands downwards, teasing the young irishman with feather-light touches before finding Jason's shaft and stroking it up and down languidly. Meanwhile, Alex continued his assault on the hollow of Jason's neck, suckling and nipping at the flesh and thrusting his tool up and down along Jason's crack, drawing fresh moans and groans from the younger man. Jason's eyes that had been closed in pleasure, suddenly snapped open when the hands and Alex's mouth left him and he heard the snapping of a tube as it was uncapped. "W-where did that c-come from?" he asked, panting. The mischievous answer from the were-lion was "Well, love, it just happened to be there..." "You sly... s-sly dog..." he retorted, grinning at Alex's antics. "Hey. I find that offensive." The were-lion mewled sexily, reminding Jason that he wasn't a dog in the least. It drew a giggle that was short-lived from the younger man, because Alex's hand found his shaft again and began to stroke it. "Mmph... Please..." Jason groaned and thrust his hips back. Alex lathered a gratuitous amount of lube on his cock and smiled at his lover's eagerness. Wordlessly, he complied, guiding it into position and pushing past the puckered hole with one gentle thrust. Jason's back arched as a purely rapt moan escaped through his lips. The enthusiastic young man bucked his hips as Alex began to thrust back and forth slowly. "Now, now, not... so... fast..." said Alex, beginning to pant. He put more of his weight on Jason's back, forcing the green-eyed man to lean against the shower wall for support. "F-fuck you... Alex..." said Jason between unbidden moans. No sooner had the words left his lips, when another, particularly powerful groan leapt out of Jason's throat. Alex was hitting that spot, sending electricity searing through every nerve in his body. He began to buck more earnestly, trying to take in as much of Alex as he could. The were-lion "tsk"ed and pinned Jason to the wall by the wrists. "I-if I recall... correctly... You're the one... getting... f-fucked..." said Alex, releasing a pleasured groan of his own. His thrusts were beginning to get faster to match Jason's violent bucking. They carried on for a few minutes, the sound of the shower running and skin slapping against skin being the only sounds in the bathroom. Alex felt Jason getting close just as he was. They continued to thrust and buck against each other, every motion bringing them closer to sweet, sweet release. With one final thrust and a shuddering gasp in tandem, Alex emptied his seed into Jason, who in turn spewed sticky strand of white after sticky sand of white all over the shower wall. Panting, 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 Jason's shoulder. "I love you too... Alex..." said Jason slowly, his heart still thumping against his chest. From where he was still pinned to the shower wall by the larger were-lion, he could see amongst the accessories and Alex's clothes the twin gleams of two platinum bands. The glimmer of promises... Of vows yet to be taken... of the wedding that they both dreamed of. Suddenly thankful for the shower's relentless stream of water, Jason began to cry. He did not draw in gulps of air nor did he make a single sound, but tears streamed down his face. It was the wedding that he would not live to see.