dreams of death

Enjolras raised an eyebrow, watching Grantaire eat the apple with gusto. He looked a little disgusted, inspecting his fingernails for any imperfections.

Grantaire finishes, setting the core beside his first. He takes a huge gulp of coffee, glad for the warmth. He softly lays a hand on the bench between him and the blond, getting as close as he dares.

To his surprise, Enjolras almost immediately put his own hand on Grantaire's, curling his fingers through the drunk's. His nails dug into R's palms a little. There was a little smirk on his face, but he didn't meet Grantaire's eyes.

Grantaire's cock hardens again. He moans at the pleasant pain and unexpected pleasure. His face is quite red.

"What's wrong?" Enjolras asked, sipping his coffee, tightening his grip on Grantaire's hand tightly.

Grantaire silently shakes his head, taking his own coffee. His free hand is shaking so hard that he can't lift it to his lips, so he curls his hand around it instead.

Enjolras smiled a little, looking away from the other man. His nails slid down the other's palm, scratching the rough skin.

Grantaire shudders, his teeth clicking, hands shaking. His fingers curl at the touch, his fingers touching Enjolras'. "Are you...hungry?" he asks, shakily.

Enjolras met Grantaire's eyes meaningfully. "Yes."

Grantaire's eyes widen, delicately. He understands that Enjolras wants something, but not what. "What...what would you like?"

Enjolras leaned a little closer, fingernails digging into the other harder. "You."

Grantaire frowns, perplexed. "I don't understand..." He can feel Enjolras' breath on his face, and he's panting ever so slightly. His cock is painfully hard.

Enjolras releases his hand, fingers sliding onto Grantaire's thigh. The nails dug in again hard, only an inch from the other man's erection. "What's not to understand?"

R gasps, biting his lip until it turns white, trying not to cry out. "Oh, gods..." he hisses between his lips. His hips buck on the bench. A tear rolls down his cheek.

"Stop moving." Enjolras hissed, digging his nails in even further, fingers inching towards the other's cock. "Don't make a sound."

Grantaire freezes, a trickle of blood running down his chin. Another tear runs down the other cheek, and he squeezes his eyes shut. Every muscle is tensed in an effort not to come immediately.

Enjolras removes his hand from Grantaire's leg, brushing away the trickle of blood from his face, touching his injured lip.

"Let's go outside." he said quietly.

Grantaire cries out when the hand moves, tears flowing now. He nods, too quickly and too often. His lips pucker into Enjolras' finger, the barest of kisses. He struggles to stand, legs shaking.

Enjolras moves with the same poise he always does. When they get outside he pulls Grantaire to the side of the building, shoving him into a doorway. He pressed himself up against Grantaire, arm against his throat.

Grantaire bites his lip again, his hips bucking as he comes. His face reddens as he feels the mess in his trousers.

"Hm, you don't last very long, do you?" he murmured, cruelly. He shifted so that his fingers could tighten around Grantaire's throat.

Grantaire gasps with fear, pleasure and excitement. It won't be long before he's ready again. Not sure how to reply, he shakes his head, eyes lowered.

Enjolras tightens his grip on the drunkard's neck, pressing his body against the other's. Grantaire could feel Enjolras's erection against his stomach.

"Ah!" Grantaire gives a gasping cry, leaning into the pressure of Enjolras' cock as much as the hand on his throat allows.

Enjolras kept the other held back by the throat, but did slide his free hand down the other's chest. After a little roaming, the hand wandered down to the hem of Grantaire's pants, slipping beneath them.

Grantaire's cock is hard again, helplessly. It's almost painful. He's shaking frantically from head to toe.

"Hm, eager?" Enjolras smirked, tightening his fingers around Grantaire's throat and cock at the same time, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Grantaire begins to nod before Enjolras moves. After, he can only desperately roll his widened eyes. He bites a chunk out of his lip, blood spraying a little, as he tries not to come quickly again.

"Don't bleed on my sleeve." Enjolras hissed. "Wipe your mouth." He allowed Grantaire a little more room to breathe, but his other hand tightened, roughly squeezing the other's hard cock.

Grantaire nods, raising a shaking hand. He misses his mouth a few times, before dragging a rough hand across his bloody lips. He gives a muffled squeak, bucking his hips against Enjolras' hand without realizing it. His tongue pokes out, as though to lick the blood from the blond's sleeve.

Enjolras clenches his hand tight and hard around Grantaire's throat. "I told you not to let it stain my sleeve." he growled. He leaned in close to Grantaire's neck, pressing his lips to the soft skin just above the shoulder, then sinking his teeth in. Enjolras ran his fingers over Grantaire's head, then squeezed tightly when he bit the other.

Grantaire cries out, his head snapping back and hitting the wall behind him. The startled pain is all that keeps him from coming a second time. "I'm...sorry..." he gasps, helplessly, not aware of having spoken.

"I told you to be quiet." he hissed against the other's neck, his breath cold against the damp skin. His hand never stopped squeezing and exploring. "I'm getting bored of you, Grantaire. Come again, quickly."

Grantaire needs no urging. He comes furiously, biting his lip again, keeping his tongue pressed to the wound this time. He nods, trying to keep his breath silent.

"Good." the blond pulled his hand from Grantaire's trousers, shaking it a little, like a cat that has stepped in something wet.

Grantaire slumps, not wanting to speak, but not sure what to do. Legs shaking, he forces himself to stay standing.

"Come with me." Enjolras told him.

Grantaire nods, unable to do anything else.

Enjolras laughed. "You can't even stand, can you?" he smirked a little. "Well don't expect me to help you walk. I'm going home. If you want to come, I suggest you relearn how to walk." the blond turned, starting to leave the alley.

Grantaire takes a stumbling step after him, then another. He's walked under much worse conditions than this. His world narrows to the radiant gold of Enjolras' hair in front of him. He barely heard what the other said.

The golden-haired student continued home, ignoring the other man following him. When they got to his door, he held open the door for a moment, the first sign that he actually realized Grantaire was still there.

Grantaire is too afraid of the door slamming in his face to even pause. He assumes that this will be his only opportunity. He steps past Enjolras into the dim flat.

Enjolras grabbed Grantaire and threw him onto the bed and straddled him. "I hate you." he hissed.

Grantaire blanches, eyes widening with bewilderment. "...why?" It's not clear what he's referring to.

"Why?" Enjolras growled. "Does that matter? It makes you erect, I can feel it." he slapped Grantaire across the face.

Grantaire's eyes water at the slap. He reddens and turns away--proof of Enjolras' statement is already clear in Grantaire's pants.

"Hm." Enjolras sat down harder on Grantaire's cock, rubbing against his erection. "Cum."

Grantaire bucks twice, his mouth going slack. He cums, adding to the mess already in his pants.

"Obedient, aren't you?" Enjolras smirked. "Worthless."

Grantaire hardly reacts to the contradictory statement; he's too busy recovering from his third orgasm in a short time.

Enjolras pulls off Grantaire's clothing, leaving him naked on the bed, still dripping with his own semen. "Disgusting."

Another exhausted, bewildered tear rolls down the drunkard's face. He nods, laying still and uncomfortable in the bed. One hands drifts to cover his sticky cock, and he blushes.

"Do you know why I hate you?" he murmured, taking his clothes off and laying next to the other.

Grantaire shakes his head, then nods. His body stiffens with the effort not to nestle into the other man.

"You have no self-control. You've been given chances to make yourself better and you've done nothing. You're worthless."

The drunkard nods. Hoarsely, he murmurs, "I know...I'm sorry. But...I don't understand. Why...why am I here, then?" He trails off, not wanting to anger his god, and a little afraid of the answer.

"I hate you, but I ..." he seemed to struggle to find the right word.

"...need you."

Grantaire nods, unable to speak.

"...what?"

Enjolras put a hand around the other's throat again. "I'm not going to repeat myself for you." he leaned down, his hair falling around their faces like a gold curtain. Enjolras' lips met Grantaire's gently, his fingers tightening around his throat.

He nods again, shaking. He kisses back, tentatively, digging his nails into his palms to keep from eating at the other's lips. The wound on his lip starts bleeding again.

"Kiss me harder." Enjolras muttered into the other's mouth, fingers curling into Grantaire's hair.

Grantaire's fingers uncurl, and he kisses with wild passion, like a drowning man reaching for a piece of wood.

Enjolras growled, kneeing the other in the groin as they kissed, clawing at the back of Grantaire's head. "Mnn..." he groaned.

Grantaire thrashes, crying out wordlessly, arching to meet Enjolras' lips. His cock is hard yet again.

Enjolras grabbed Grantaire's cock hard, stroking it a few times quickly, still kissing him roughly.

Grantaire gasps, making rhythmic "oh" sounds, hips pumping to follow Enjolras' hand. He cautiously licks the blond's lips, redening a little at his boldness.

"Mm" Enjolras bit the other's lower lip hard, tongue sliding into the other's mouth. He grinded against Grantaire, stroking the other fast and hard. "..hate you." he growled into the other's mouth.

Grantaire cries out, sweat rolling down his body, his hips bucking furiously in Enjolras' hand, even as he wonders, distantly, if his body can handle coming again. Would it be so bad, to die this way? No. "Love you..." he gasps, awkward around the other's tongue, before being reduced to inarticulate 'ngh' sounds.

Enjolras grabs Grantaire just below his knees and raises his legs, erection pressing against his hole before slowly forcing his way inside, moaning. "Nnn..." Enjolras managed, cursing as he started to fuck the drunkard.

Grantaire gives a muffled scream, nails clutching his palms yet again at the pain of unlubricated entry, combined with the raw emotion of feeling -Enjolras- inside him.

Enjolras grabbed a handful of Grantaire's hair, pulling him into a hungry kiss, biting and practically devouring his lips. He plunged himself further into the other man, as deep as he could.

Grantaire is pulled into an almost painfully awkward position, tears rolling down his face, further contorted with the effort of not cumming. His lip bleeds again, blood and kiss further distorting his wordless cries.

"Mnn.." the blond groaned into Grantaire's mouth. "Come, winecask." he forced himself completely into the other, nails digging into Grantaire's thigh and the back of his head.

Grantaire bucks, driving Enjolras as deep as he can as he comes explosively. His body slumps, semi-conscious from so many Enjolras-induced orgasms so

The firebrand comes inside the other man hard, filling him. Enjolras manages a soft groan before collapsing on top of Grantaire, breathing hard, skin damp with perspiration

"Ah!" cries the drunk, feeling the other come inside him. His hips buck again, dry-coming again from the sensation. His legs are still raised, and Enjolras' weight on them is less than comfortable. He barely notices.

The blond chuckles almost cruelly. "I'm surprised you're still conscious. Especially with how quickly you came the first time." he nibbled Grantaire's ear, his cock softening in the other.

R nods, a dreamy half-smile on his face. "Me...too..." He can hardly get the words out. He wiggles, trying to get comfortable. Enjolras' cock still in him surprises a moan out of him, and he finds himself panting.

Enjolras draws himself out of the other slowly, laying on the bed next to the darker man, clearly spent. "Mnnn." he groaned happily.

"Ah..." Grantaire repeats, more softly. He automatically curls around the blond, mostly asleep.

Enjolras threw an arm over the other, drawing him closer. "Sleep." he growled through a faceful of hair.

R needs no further urging. Within seconds, he's snoring,

*

The blond woke up in a tangle of limbs and dark, knotted hair the next morning, groaning. He felt spent and... content. A feeling he was not going to allow. He pulled away from the snoring man in his arms. "Grantaire?"

"Mmm?" Grantaire mumbles, between happiness and question. "'s it?"

"What are you doing here?" he snarled, trying to look around for his clothing serreptitiously.

This wakes Grantaire from his sleep instantly. "Wha--you--" He trails off, white and shaking. He sits up, arms wrapped around his knees.

Enjolras settles for pulling some of the sheets into his lap, sitting up straight. His hair was wild from their night together, but he still looked regal. "Get out." he snapped.

"Ah...I...I don't understand..." he finishes, hardly able to speak. He slowly passes Enjolras his violently flung pants, hoping this will help.

He takes them, eyes cold. "What's not to understand? Get out." he pulled the sheets away from Grantaire.

Grantaire, unbalanced as the blankets are pulled out from under him, falls sideways in a tangle, gazing up at his Apollo.

"Out!" the golden man growled at him.

Grantaire startles, tumbling out of bed into the heap of their clothes. He tries to sort these, dressing as quickly as he can.

Enjolras stands, still naked, no longer bothering to cover himself. He pushes a half-dressed Grantaire against the door, hand on his throat. "Why do you insist on following me home?" he snarled.

Grantaire's cock hardens beneath pants that are pulled up but not fastened. "You told me to follow," the drunk whispers, "I thought."

Enjolras grabbed the other man's windpipe, squeezing enough to make the other wheeze. "Why would I want you to follow me?!" his voice had raised above a growl to a low roar.

Grantaire gasps, hands pattering over Enjolras' strangling ones like blind animals. "I...don't know..." he manages, crying softly. He sees small black spots in the corners of his eyes.

"You're finding this arousing?" he growled, grabbing Grantaire's cock hard enough to bruise. His fingers were tight around the drunkard's windpipe.

"Ah!" R cries, almost a shriek. He's fully erect now. "No!" he protests, despite the evidence. "No..." He sways a little, the darkness spreading across his vision.

(I like that you understand--R isn't a drunk, he's a -drunkard- :))

"Then why are you hard?" he yelled, digging his fingernails into the other's genitals roughly, pulling. "You love it when I hurt you! You're a twisted, sick bastard." he growled. "I despise you." Enjolras forced Grantaire against the wall hard enough to hit the other's head against the corner.

((it's true XD))

Grantaire's hips buck violently against the other's hand, and he reddens. "I know!" he sobs, shrieking at the nails in ecstasy and agony. "I know.." he wobbles even more in his feet, eyes rolling back in his head as he tries not to faint.

"If you come from this, I will castrate you myself." the blond snarled.

Grantaire grits his teeth; appallingly, the grisly threat almost pushes him over the edge. He's sobbing freely now, cock growing painfully hard.

"I despise you, you're worthless." Enjolras's voice lowered to almost a whisper. "You are nothing." (yes o.O))

Grantaire nods, eyes cast down. "I know..." he says, again. Speaking takes away too much concentation; with a horrified "ngh!" he comes in the blond's hand.

Enjolras squeezes the other's cock much too hard, nails digging in hard. He throws the other onto the bed. By now a red mark from Enjolras hand is imprinted on Grantaire's neck. The blond nearly rips R's pants as he tugs them down.

Grantaire gives a wordless cry, body too limp to resist. He can only watch as Enjolras removes his pants.

The blond searches quickly for a knife, bringing it back to the bed. "Stay still unless you want to lose more than you are already." he snarled.

Grantaire's eyes widen, and he freezes. "What...What are you going to do?"

"I told you what I would do." his eyes were so wide and angry he looked almost posessed.

He grabbed Grantaire's genitals and pressed the knife to the base of his testicals, starting to cut.

Grantaire shrieks, fighting to keep still. He makes no move to resist, only to minimize damage. "Why...please..." he stammers from between clenched teeth, digging into his already wounded lip.

"You need to learn to control yourself, don't you." he snarled. "This will help."

Enjolras slid the knife through the skin like it was made of butter, tugging away the now disembodied genitals. Grantaire was bleeding quite heavily.

R shrieks, swooning when he happens to glance the dismembered flesh.

Enjolras tosses the useless skin and muscle away, pressing his hand to the other's now mutilated groin. Grantaire couldn't tell if he was trying to stop the blood, or trying to cause more pain.

Grantaire only groans, mostly unconscious. He's erect, his cock handily out of the way against his stomach

Enjolras slid his fingers into the wound. "Don't you dare pass out. You need to feel this." he hissed softly.

Grantaire's eyes roll back in his head, and he thrashes spasmodically.

"Can you still come for me?" Enjolras looked down at the twitching man, smirking. "Or will you just come blood? Is there still some seed left inside you somewhere?" he curled his fingers inside the wound, then slid his smallest finger into Grantaire's ass.

Grantaire's eyes flutter open at the penetration, and his hips buck. He can't quite come, and he gives little wordless cries of denied pleasure.

"Come." Apollo orders him, watching him with intense, wild eyes. "Come, Grantaire." he slides another finger inside his ass, other hand wrapping around his still erect cock.

A tear rolls down the drunkard's face, but he cannot refuse such an order. He bucks yet again, before coming at last; mostly blood, with a hint of residual semen. "Please...please, it hurts..."

"Good." Enjolras practically moans. "Good, Grantaire. You need pain to teach you how to control yourself. Since nothing else seems to work." he spat on the other man's chest, removing his fingers from the other's ass for a moment, before sliding his whole hand inside R.

R starts to nod as Enjolras speaks, before screaming for the first time, again and again, sweat pouring down his face. He sobs, blood spraying everywhere with each rapid heartbeat.

"You like the pain don't you? You like that it's me that's hurting you?" Enjolras grabbed Grantaire's jaw, forcing him to look at him, hand still sliding further inside him. "You like being fucked by me?!"

"Ye--" he nods, unable to finish the word. He lifts his hips, allowing Enjolras to enter him further, knees tucked almost to his chest.

"Pathetic worm." Enjolras murmured, bending down to press his lips to Grantaire's. "You're going to die with me inside you." he whispered against the other's mouth. "Is this a fantasy of yours, you sick thing?"

Grantaire sobs harder, almost choking on his tears. "Please...no...why?" he gasps, finally attempting to move away, perhaps to flee.

"Would you really run from me?" the blond looked somewhat surprised, pausing with his arm inside Grantaire almost up to his elbow. There was blood staining his arm, his face, and his bare chest.

The question freezes Grantaire, leaves him staring stupidly at the other man. After a moment, he shakes his head. He's shaking, violently, all over, from pain and stress. Luckily, he can't really see the damage.

"Hn, good." but there was something like doubt in his eyes now. The blond removed his arm from Grantaire. He grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around the other's lower portions. He pulls the other man into his arms, pushing him down onto the bed and straddling him. "What do you want from me?"

"Just...you..." Grantaire moans, pushing as close to his god as he can, still shaking violently. He's burning with fever now, hardly coherent.

"You are mine, Grantaire. Pathetic wine cask... you're getting pale. You're almost empty." he murmured, stroking Grantaire's dark hair soothingly. He was laying on top of the other man now, lips next to his cheek. "And when you're empty, you can die in my arms." he whispered.

Grantaire nods, not disagreeing with any if this. "Yes..." he sighs, a relieved gasp. "Please..." almost pleading. "That's...all I ever wanted." He settles close and closer for the final wait, eyes closed with bliss and pain.

Enjolras laid his slender fingers against Grantaire's neck, monitering his pulse. "Mon Grantaire." he whispered as he felt the other man's pulse slowing dramatically. "Je t'aime."

"Ah..." Grantaire breaths, consciousness and awareness drifting. "Je t'aime, aussi..." He giggles, rather inappropriately. "...so beautiful..." he murmurs, apparently randomly.

"Die for me." Enjolras kissed the other softly. "And I'll love you forever."

Grantaire nods, willing himself to die for the other. His wounds have almost stopped bleeding as his heart slows. He frowns, gently. "The others?"

"I'll tell them you died for me." Enjolras said into the other's skin.

cheek against Enjolras' smooth, every sensation felt tenfold to his rapidly failing system. He begins going into shock, the world becoming soft, gentle and faded at the edges.

Through his muted haze, he could feel gentle pressure on his chest and lips as Enjolras kissed him. "Je t'aime." he murmured into the other's ear as he felt him fading away.

"Je..." his body jerks, wildly, as his body takes over and fights to live. He makes strained gasping noises, lungs filling with as much air as possible. He's no longer in conscious control. His heels kick increasingly feebly at the bed.

Enjolras merely holds him down, watching Grantaire's face calmly as the other dies beneath him.

Grantaire's murmurs, "J'aim..." before his failing synapses give out. With a final gasp, every muscle in his body goes limp as he dies in Enjolras' arms.

Enjolras stroked the other's hair gently, laying down beside the corpse and closing his eyes. After a few minutes of silence he wiped away his tears and buried his face in the other's neck, prepared to fall asleep next to the dead man.

*

Grantaire wakes with a horrified gasp, completely tangled in a blanket. "Died for you!" he gasps, trying to extricate himself.

The giant lump next to him groaned and smacked a heavy arm over his chest. "Sh't up." a voice growled from the pillows.

"Ow...?" He sounds almost puzzled, rolling over to see the other man. "Luc?" He burrows, blanket and all, against the other, shivering.

"Mhm." a bearded face peered over a pile of pillows. Another arm sprouted from the blanket and Grantaire found himself being sucked in even more tightly, squeezed against Luc's chest. "Have a nightmare?" his voice was still fogged with sleep.

"I s'pose..." he mumbles, groggy. "Yeah...sorry I woke you." He snuggles, with a happy little sigh. "...glad you're here." He grins sheepishly.

"Mmm me too. You're warm." Luc grinned in the morning darkness, giving Grantaire scratchy beard kisses and nuzzles. "What'd you dream?"

"Nothin'. Nothing your arms can't make me forget." He wraps the larger man's arms around him, peeping out around them pleasantly. "Ah! You're scratchy!"

"Mmmmhm. It'll help you wake up and make me breakfast while I keep sleeping here in the warm bed." Luc grinned, throwing a leg over Grantaire. "...as soon as I feel like letting go of you."

Grantaire gives a shaky, playful frown, still shaking. His lip is bleeding where he bit it in his sleep. "I think you should make me breakfast. I'm the one who had a nightmare." A small puddle of blood is pooled around him, leaking onto Luc's chest. He gives a violent shudder when he sees it, trying to pull away. "...blood..." he mutters, starting to feel panicked.

"Hey..." Luc frowned, holding him with one arm around the waist, touching his lip. "It's not bad, you just bit your lip." he wiped away some of the blood. "...you alright?" he kissed the other 's forehead.

Grantaire nods, a little frantically, his eyes squeezed shut to keep the blood away. "I'm fine..." he murmurs, every muscle tense, breathing rapid and shallow. He's erect, but clearly terrified.

Luc nuzzled him gently, rubbing his back. "I'm here, R. You don't need to be scared."

R sighs, his whole body moving with it. "I'm sorry if I scared you," he murmurs, sounding like the young boy he might have been. He clears his throat, forcing himself to relax, to breathe evenly. "I’m fine," he repeats, turning so Luc can't see the haunted look in his eyes. "...thank you." the last is barely audible.

Luc took Grantaire's chin gently in his hand, tipping his head back. "Tell me what you dreamt about." he said quietly

R shakes his head, trying to pull away. "...it was nothing..." He wipes the blood from his lip, his hand finding Luc's and staying, leaving a red smear on the larger man's knuckles.

"Alright, you don't have to tell me." Luc grabbed him tightly, squeezing. His hand led Grantaire's hand down to his cock. "There. Now you can feel safe." he nestled into the other's hair.

Grantaire gently squeezes the offered organ, a tear running down his cheek. "Oh, Luc, you're a much better man than you like to think," he whispers, temporarily forgetting all the broken bones, bruises and more personal injuries the man beside him has caused. "Je t'aime." The drunkard bursts into noisy sobs.

"Hey, don't cry...Je t'aime aussi." Luc was completely floored, not sure what to do to comfort the other man. "It's alright... You're alright. You're not hurt."

Grantaire laughs sharply, startling himself. "No...I'm not..." he says, as though just realizing this. "I'm alright," he says a third time, actually sounding halfway convincing this time. He yawns, stretching as much as he can in this restricted position, carefully clutching Luc's cock in slightly sweaty hands, as though it's the only really solid thing left. "Do you still want breakfast?"

"No, I'm not hungry yet." Luc gave him a raised eyebrow. "And you're not going anywhere." he squeezed him to his chest again.

There was a knock on the door and a blond stepped into the room, trying not to look at the two naked men curled together on the bed.

"Ah.." he looked slightly disgusted. "I'm just here to pick up some pamphlets. Where's Rene?"

Grantaire, pressed as he is against a massive chest, can't see who enters, but he recognizes the step...and the silence. "Enjolras?" It comes out a little muffled, his lips moving across Luc's nipple.

"What?" Enjolras growled a little, looking around for any pamphlets laying about. Luc, meanwhile, groaned a little. His cock was hardening in Grantaire's hand.

Grantaire manages to unwind from Luc, blushing, groping for something to cover himself with. The only thing that readily presents itself is Luc's leg, which he uses. "He's out right now..." he mumbles, unable to meet the blond's gaze.

"Fine. I'll come back another time." he said, glaring at the drunkard. "...you should get up and do something. It's almost noon."

Luc pulled Grantaire a little closer under his leg, cock pressed against the other's belly so that Enjolras couldn't see it ((lol he can't help it... R's squeezing it and touching him...))

"Enjolras...!" Grantaire cries after him. "Did...did I see you last night?" He tries to sort out dream and reality. He absently plays with Luc, the sensation soothing him.

"...yes." Enjolras looked confused. "At that cafe." his cheeks went slightly red. He didn't want to talk about what happened in the alley with Luc naked and erect in the same room. ((lol))

Grantaire nods, also red. "...oh," he finishes, not sure how to proceed. "Um...just let me get erect? ...dressed! I mean dressed!" He squeezes Luc a little too hard without realizing it, wishing shame was fatal.

Enjolras glared at him. "No, I'm leaving. You'll both be at the meeting tonight." he told them. Luc groaned as Grantaire squeezed him

*

"The others just left. No cocks in the kitchen during cooking!" He grins, "Are you so hungry that you can't wait to eat the food, and must eat me instead?" The grin has split his lip, a little fresh blood dripping down his chin.

"Mhmm." Rene chuckled. He frowned when he saw Grantaire's lip bleeding. "Did you get hit?" he wiped away the blood gently. "My poor amant."

Grantaire frowns as well, licking his lip. "No, I....bit it in my sleep..." He continues mixing ingrediants for fresh bread. "I'm alright; you know I've had worse."

"I know. I still worry about you." Rene kissed his neck. "Je t'aime. Where's Luc?"

"Aren't you sweet...and covered in flour. He's getting groceries, heaven help us." He takes a moment from his bread to nestle Rene. "Why don't you grind some coffee?"

"Mmm, sounds good. I could use some coffee." Rene grinned. "And you're covered in flour too, lovely." the dark haired man started to grind coffee, shedding his shirt when he was done.

Grantaire watches his lover, marveling yet again at how lucky he is to have found such a man. "There's a reason I'm covered in flour." He kneads the dough, offering Rene a morsel. "For your efforts. You'd best go see Ferre, your condition seems to be worsening."

"Mmm, delicious." Rene smiled as he ate the dough. "I won't bother 'ferre with this. He'll just tell me I'm being obscene and throw a blanket over me." he grinned. "My amazing lover. Making me bread."

"Aren't you lucky. How was your might? Judging by your bruises and nibble marks, I'd say...pleasant? Maybe he wouldn't bother you with a blanket. Maybe he'd just...snip...something else." He suddenly remembers his dream, going pale and catching himself on the counter.

"Yes I had a good night." he chuckled. When Grantaire started to pale, Rene frowned, touching Grantaire's shoulder. "Are you alright? You look ill..."

"I'm fine...Enjolras came by for some pamphlets, and ordered us all to the meeting tonight."

"Ah... did he say something wretched to you? And, did he find the pamphlets?"

"Um, no...he saw Luc and I naked in bed and fled. ...not unusually...I said something rather wretched to him, actually." He blushes.

"Oh?" Rene chuckled. "What did you say?"

"I told him..." he clears his throat, before continuing in a near whisper, "I told him to wait for me to get erect. I meant dressed!"

Rene tried to smother his giggles. "Oh my love, I'm sorry, but it is pretty funny."

Grantaire grumbles. "I hope you're still laughing later..." he says, earnestly. "And I was already erect."

Rene chuckled, "Do you think he's going to be cruel for the rest of the day?" he kissed Grantaire, pouring two cups of coffee now that it was ready and handing one to his lover.

"At the very least," he says, still serious. "...if not worse." He takes the coffee, again reminded of the previous night. He sets it down, gingerly, trying not to alarm Rene.

"What's wrong, my love?"

"...bad dreams? I'm just a little restless this morning. We should go to the Luxembourg after breakfast, we haven't been in ages."

"Anything you want, my angel." Rene kissed him. Luc came in with his arms full of groceries. "I see you found Rene." he grinned, putting the food down and squeezing them both.

"Yes, he just wandered in. These things always return if you feed them." R puts a hand to his forehead, sighing dramatically.

"That's the curse of cooking so skillfully, mon cher." Rene grinned, nibbling him again.