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The others were dispersing when Nathan returned to the living room. Schuester was carrying Kitty up to bed, saying he needed to get some actual work done tomorrow but that they were more than welcome to stay as long as they needed to. He seemed to have pushed aside any unease regarding Jim, at least for now, which Nathan was grateful for. Sasha had already escaped to his room for some extra rest.
Jim finished retrieving clothing for the night and took off for the bathroom, leaving Nathan suddenly alone. He was exhausted. Having had no sleep the night of Sasha’s birthday was still catching up to him.
He wandered for a moment to the shelves near the balcony doors, mostly covered in books. A sparkle of violet pulled Nathan’s attention to a familiar sight—the goggles he and Jim had traded with Schuester when all of this began.
Nathan was surprised to see the goggles, since Schuester had a room upstairs set aside for fae artifacts, but there they were, laid out casually on the bookshelf. Curious, since Nathan had never worn the goggles himself, he picked them up, slipping them over his eyes fluidly and amazed yet again when they vanished from his face.
Nothing about Schuester’s apartment looked any different at first, but when Nathan turned toward the front door, he saw the many invisible wards and spells Schuester had in place to keep unwanted fae out. It was almost like seeing them under black light, glowing in vivid purple hues.
Nathan wondered what it would be like to see Sasha through the goggles, but then he assumed he would just see the incubus in full wings and horns, which he had already seen several timesbefore. Then he thought of Jim, and of Schuester and Walter’s warnings.
A shuffle from around the corner alerted Nathan that his brother was returning from the bathroom. He pulled the goggles off and shoved them back onto the shelf.
“You going to bed right away?” Jim asked, ignorant to what Nathan had been doing as he came into view and started resettling his sleeping bag on the sofa.
“Uhh…soon,” Nathan said, “I was just going to check on Sasha first. He still seemed a little weak.”
“Sure,” Jim said with something of a knowing smile, though the expression quickly vanished. “We can’t waste too much time here, though, Nathan. Don’t forget.”
“I know. Back on track tomorrow, I promise. I’ll be back in a bit.” Nathan headed off toward the stairs without much more thought, though he detected another meaningful smile from Jim that he decided to ignore.
A teasing Jim was better than a fatalistic one, at least. Whatever else Jim was, Nathan wasn’t ready to find out.
Upstairs was quiet, with only the murmur of Schuester telling Kitty a bedtime story. Sasha’s door was closed. Nathan knocked lightly before slipping quietly inside.
“Hey. Sasha?” he called, closing the door behind him.
Sasha wasn’t immediately visible but that quickly changed when the incubus suddenly appeared, slamming Nathan back against the door and kissing himhard.
Chapter 44
“Sasha!”Nathancried,pushingon the incubus’ shoulders but having little effect on the heavier, larger, and significantly stronger body. “Hang—! Hangon!” A more forceful push finally did the trick, but Sasha remained closely pressed against Nathan.
“I knew you’d come,” Sasha said, his face already flush and voice ragged. “I was getting so damn sick of interruptions. AndGabriel. He won the prize. Twice. No interruptions this time…” He smirked coyly, speaking of a hunger that made Nathan shiver.
“Sasha…”
“Not listening,” the incubus said in a sing-song voice, kissing Nathan brief but fierce, and then starting a promising trail down Nathan’s neck.
“Sasha, wait. Okay? Can you maybe...gimme a minute?” Nathan doubted he sounded all that convincing when he let outa moan as Sasha kissed up to his ear and darted his tongue along the rim.
Heat flooded into Nathan’s gut like a wave.
“Sasha,please.”
A growl-like purr left Sasha’s throat. He was still teasing Nathan’s ear, their necks touching, making Nathan feel vibrations all the way down his chest. “Say that again,” Sasha demanded.
Nathan knew Sasha was dangerously close to a regular feeding time, and he probably craved a warm body more than usual after almostdying. “Please, stop. How’s that?” He took hold of Sasha’s shoulders and pushed, finding it surprisingly easy this time to get Sasha to move away from him.
Then there were those large drooping eyes, ten times worse than Jim’s, all crushed and crystalline blue. “What’s wrong?”
The resolve in Nathan to go slow with Sasha had crumbled days ago, but so much had happened since Nathan had come to terms with going up to Sasha’s hotel room. “It’s not that I don’t…kind of…want to…a whole damn lot. It’s just...”
Sasha’s eyes were wide with sudden fear. "What is it? Is it because of Shi? Did she say something? She just worries too much, don’t—”
“No, Sasha. It has nothing to do with her,” Nathan reassured him.
“Then is it because of what happened? I know it scared you, but I’m fine. Look at me.” Sasha stood back enough to spread his arms as if to show off how healthy and free of wounds his body was.
