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[justice_is_blond]

[He reaches up with a shaky hand, threading his fingers through Nate's hair.]

Oh, Nath--Nathaniel, know my heart. Take from, from me...

[Before he can even finish that verse he's closing his eyes, body stiffening, and coming, spilling on his stomach at the relentless, caring, roughness of it all. He struggles to catch his breath and talk through the buzz, to at least finish this verse as his thumb gently rubs against Nate's temple.]

...A life of sorrow. Lift me from a world of pain.

[He opens his eyes again to meet Nate's.]

Judge me worthy of your endless pride.

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[Those last words, the meeting of Anders' eyes with his as he releases between them, the trust and tenderness--and Nathaniel tips over the edge, freefalling into blasphemous ecstasy. Their mouths crush together, taste of blood, Anders' body wet and silken.

When it passes, Nathaniel is left panting against Anders' cheek, shuddering and completely oblivious to, perhaps, a spiderweb of pain in his chest. He rolls off him and gasps for air, finding it harder to catch his breath than he expected.]

Maker, [he rasps,] that was good.

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[For a few moments he simply rests there, smiling, savoring the whole of this. Then his healer's brain kicks in and he really hears the way Nate's breathing and talking, and adds the blood taste to that. Trying not to alarm Nate, Anders rolls to his side and wraps an arm around his lover. It's with that hand that he eases creation magic in, trying to make sure Nate's all right.]

It was.

[Thankfully, there's nothing alarming or seriously awry. Relieved, Anders leans forward to kiss Nate's forehead.]

It was superb. Who knew the chant could ever be useful?"

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I will have to spend hours confessing to make up for it, [Nathaniel grumbles faintly, tucking Anders tightly against him.] I live and how do I repay the Maker? Blasphemy. Magnificent, sexy blasphemy. Your tongue is wicked, my love.

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[He strongly doubts the Maker had anything to do with anything, but he doesn't begrudge Nate his faith. It hurts no one and helps Nathaniel; how could he object to that?]

My tongue has a great deal of training in being wicked, as your cock and mouth can attest.

[Nate's collarbone gets gentle kisses as Anders burrows in close.]

If I say I'll always hear your confession does that make it worse or better?

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[Nathaniel smiles.]

My confessions are a little heavy for having fun in bed.

[justice_is_blond]

You know I'm always here for you.

[Nate's squeezed, a little sleepily.]

I love you.