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getyourwordsout Yahtzee, my eighth roll, which I'm scoring as Three of a Kind; the prompt: nurturing
Title: Sire's Hands
Featuring: Renaud/Julian
Rating: T
Wordcount: 725 words
Fluffy, mild hurt/comfort, blood-sharing, fade-to-black.
Series/world primer.
Sire's Hands
Julian had passed by the open door to Sylvester’s empty room already, so he wasn’t surprised when he opened Jacques’ door and found both his Childer there, curled up together and already well asleep; he smiled faintly, leaning in the doorway for a moment just to watch them, heart squeezing with affection.
While they nominally had their own rooms, Julian couldn’t think of the last time he’d seen them separate for bed, rather choosing one or the other together. When they didn’t come to him or, more often, their Grand-Sire, he thought wryly, whether Julian was with him or not.
Renaud doted on them indulgently, Julian thought fondly. Renaud had been the same with him - perhaps still was.
He closed the door on his sleeping Childer, leaving them to themselves. He had to admit he was . . . glad of it, for tonight, that they had kept to themselves together.
He stopped short of his own rooms, slipping instead into Renaud’s expansive suite.
‟Sire?” Julian called softly, pausing just inside. Though he knew he was always welcome, he wasn’t sure if Renaud was still awake.
‟Dear one?” Renaud called back, and Julian smiled, shaking his head.
He went through.
Renaud was in bed, but the lamp was still lit; he was sitting against the headboard, setting aside a book as Julian came in, looking up at him. ‟Good night, my dear one.” he greeted, crooking his fingers, and Julian . . . let himself relax back into being only his Sire’s Childe.
He crawled into bed and dropped down, leaning his brow against Renaud’s side, his hip, nuzzling into him.
Renaud ran his fingers through Julian’s hair, humming softly, then cupped the nape of his neck. ‟Come here, my dear one.” he coaxed softly, but he scooped Julian up himself without waiting for him to move on his own.
Julian sighed, letting his Sire take over, melting into the embrace. He smiled as his Sire began to purr, chest thrumming with it, and rubbed his cheek over his Sire’s still, quiet heart.
‟Mm, I have you.” his Sire soothed, smoothing Julian’s hair and rubbing down and back up his spine with light fingertips. ‟There, dear one.”
He sighed as his Sire kissed his brow, nuzzling softly. It felt as though his Sire was the only thing in the world, and he relaxed into that steady security, the strong embrace cradling him. His Sire was, always, the truest, safest thing in the world, and . . . it didn’t matter if Julian collapsed, fell into freefall, needed to let go, needed . . . anything.
Because his Sire was there, would catch him, would protect him, would care for him.
Julian nuzzled into his Sire, and his Sire rocked him, petted him, drew him up and closer, guiding him in to. . .
Julian smiled, burying his face in the crook of his Sire’s neck. He wasn’t hungry, but. . .
His Sire purred, a coaxing note, cupping the back of his head, and Julian bit, his Sire’s rich blood spilling over his tongue, flowing easily as he drank, slow and steady. He wasn’t hungry, but it was soothing even as it enlivened him, bringing fresh energy, comfort, strength, and . . . more.
Julian pressed his tongue firmly against the flesh between his fangs, rubbing there as he drank, and his Sire’s purr deepened, thrumming heavily through him, counterpoint to the heady feeling sparked by his Sire’s blood.
Julian didn’t know how long he indulged there before he slowly began to release his bite, soothing it with gentle strokes of his tongue. It was still bleeding as he lifted his head, but only a trickle over his Sire’s collarbone.
He ignored it, cupping Julian’s face, still purring but more softly now, and Julian grinned, returning the purr even as his Sire urged him up and into a soft, thrumming, consuming kiss.
This was what he had needed, wanted; just . . . his Sire. Just to be his Sire’s focus, to have everything else fall away, to be close and closer. Sweet and spoilt and loved, in every way.
His Sire nipped at him gently, a sharp sting that made him gasp and arch; his Sire’s rumbling laugh mingled with his throaty purr as he petted and kissed, and Julian sank beneath his Sire happily, stretching out his neck, his body, in offer, welcoming anything - everything - as long .
And that, he knew, he would always have.
~End~
This is both the longest piece I've written for this verse (by far; unsurprising as most of it has been for 3SFs) and only the second to focus on Julian himself so much; I have written one 3SF that did similarly, and it was also Julian needing his Sire, though with rather more distress.
getyourwordsout Yahtzee, my eighth roll, which I'm scoring as Three of a Kind; the prompt: nurturingTitle: Sire's Hands
Featuring: Renaud/Julian
Rating: T
Wordcount: 725 words
Julian may be a fully mature vampire - Sire in his own right to two Childer he adores - but even he wants, needs his Sire to coddle him sometimes. Just for a little while.
Fluffy, mild hurt/comfort, blood-sharing, fade-to-black.
Series/world primer.
Sire's Hands
Julian had passed by the open door to Sylvester’s empty room already, so he wasn’t surprised when he opened Jacques’ door and found both his Childer there, curled up together and already well asleep; he smiled faintly, leaning in the doorway for a moment just to watch them, heart squeezing with affection.
While they nominally had their own rooms, Julian couldn’t think of the last time he’d seen them separate for bed, rather choosing one or the other together. When they didn’t come to him or, more often, their Grand-Sire, he thought wryly, whether Julian was with him or not.
Renaud doted on them indulgently, Julian thought fondly. Renaud had been the same with him - perhaps still was.
He closed the door on his sleeping Childer, leaving them to themselves. He had to admit he was . . . glad of it, for tonight, that they had kept to themselves together.
He stopped short of his own rooms, slipping instead into Renaud’s expansive suite.
‟Sire?” Julian called softly, pausing just inside. Though he knew he was always welcome, he wasn’t sure if Renaud was still awake.
‟Dear one?” Renaud called back, and Julian smiled, shaking his head.
He went through.
Renaud was in bed, but the lamp was still lit; he was sitting against the headboard, setting aside a book as Julian came in, looking up at him. ‟Good night, my dear one.” he greeted, crooking his fingers, and Julian . . . let himself relax back into being only his Sire’s Childe.
He crawled into bed and dropped down, leaning his brow against Renaud’s side, his hip, nuzzling into him.
Renaud ran his fingers through Julian’s hair, humming softly, then cupped the nape of his neck. ‟Come here, my dear one.” he coaxed softly, but he scooped Julian up himself without waiting for him to move on his own.
Julian sighed, letting his Sire take over, melting into the embrace. He smiled as his Sire began to purr, chest thrumming with it, and rubbed his cheek over his Sire’s still, quiet heart.
‟Mm, I have you.” his Sire soothed, smoothing Julian’s hair and rubbing down and back up his spine with light fingertips. ‟There, dear one.”
He sighed as his Sire kissed his brow, nuzzling softly. It felt as though his Sire was the only thing in the world, and he relaxed into that steady security, the strong embrace cradling him. His Sire was, always, the truest, safest thing in the world, and . . . it didn’t matter if Julian collapsed, fell into freefall, needed to let go, needed . . . anything.
Because his Sire was there, would catch him, would protect him, would care for him.
Julian nuzzled into his Sire, and his Sire rocked him, petted him, drew him up and closer, guiding him in to. . .
Julian smiled, burying his face in the crook of his Sire’s neck. He wasn’t hungry, but. . .
His Sire purred, a coaxing note, cupping the back of his head, and Julian bit, his Sire’s rich blood spilling over his tongue, flowing easily as he drank, slow and steady. He wasn’t hungry, but it was soothing even as it enlivened him, bringing fresh energy, comfort, strength, and . . . more.
Julian pressed his tongue firmly against the flesh between his fangs, rubbing there as he drank, and his Sire’s purr deepened, thrumming heavily through him, counterpoint to the heady feeling sparked by his Sire’s blood.
Julian didn’t know how long he indulged there before he slowly began to release his bite, soothing it with gentle strokes of his tongue. It was still bleeding as he lifted his head, but only a trickle over his Sire’s collarbone.
He ignored it, cupping Julian’s face, still purring but more softly now, and Julian grinned, returning the purr even as his Sire urged him up and into a soft, thrumming, consuming kiss.
This was what he had needed, wanted; just . . . his Sire. Just to be his Sire’s focus, to have everything else fall away, to be close and closer. Sweet and spoilt and loved, in every way.
His Sire nipped at him gently, a sharp sting that made him gasp and arch; his Sire’s rumbling laugh mingled with his throaty purr as he petted and kissed, and Julian sank beneath his Sire happily, stretching out his neck, his body, in offer, welcoming anything - everything - as long .
And that, he knew, he would always have.
~End~
This is both the longest piece I've written for this verse (by far; unsurprising as most of it has been for 3SFs) and only the second to focus on Julian himself so much; I have written one 3SF that did similarly, and it was also Julian needing his Sire, though with rather more distress.