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Pre-Milliways

The man entering Milliways might be familiar to some of you.

Possibly.

Anyone know Nick Knight?

Yeah. Except bloody, with a knife in his teeth.

Whoops?

Simon Grady is not Nick, but only he knows that, right now.

~~Aheheheh.~~

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He nods.

"Okay. As long as...as you don't blame yourself either. Fair enough, no?"

He pulls Alex's chin up and kisses him, deep and slow and desperate.

Love you. I love you.

*Thom staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaares.

Slow indeed.

Eventually, he coughs.*

Nick doesn't notice, holding Alex carefully and kissing him, moving his lips down, across Alex's jaw.

May I, Alex?

He nods, tilting his head to the side.

You know the answer to that...

But I'll never stop asking. It's my way.

And carefully, he places his lips against Alex's throat and allow his fangs to slip in, making sure not to bite too deeply. He just needs a sip to reassure.

He holds up his wrist, hand next to it, offering without words.

*Thom watches, expressionless.

After a minute he pulls up a chair, sits down, and conjures a sketchpad and stick of charcoal.

Sario will be so proud.*

Alex doesn't notice Thom. (Are we surprised?) He does notice Nick's offer and nods wordlessly.

And Nick takes one finger, rips open a small wound, and lifts it to Alex's mouth.

He sucks lightly on the offered finger, tongue lightly running over the wound.

Love you.

Love you.

He shudders...and finally pulls away.

"Sorry. I..."

He sighs before looking to Alex.

"This...this is new. I've never...I just felt like it was what I should do, Alex, but...can you feel it?"

"I can feel... something different... you? Is this like when you can tell if I'm upset?"

He leans into Nick.

"Love you. It feels... odd, but... right."

Nick nods.

"Yes."

And he can almost see the connection between them, almost taste it and feel it...almost touch it.

He nods. And leans into Alex.

And turns to Thom, with a slight wince.

"Sorry."

*blinks at him* Oh, were you rude? I didn't notice.

Nick twitches an eyebrow.

"Droll. Very."

*Thom crosses his legs, propping his chin up on the back of his hand.* I lived to serve.

"Obviously."

Nick turns away, to Alex, and looks at him carefully.

"Are you better?"

He nods, leaning against Nick.

"Yeah. Sorry I freaked. He just..."

Nick looks to Alex.

"It's okay. I know how disturbing He is."

A small, nervous laugh.

"I...He lives in my head. I'm...well aware."

He shakes his head.

"Not him. Simon."

"Oh."

And he nuzzles at Alex's cheek.

"What did he...what did he do?"

"I thought he was you at first, another you, like the others. And then when I said my name he... I don't know, he freaked. He said something about having wanted to talk to me for a while, about getting him out of the mess he was in. Didn't believe me when I told him I didn't know what he was talking about."

"Well...I've never called myself anything but Nick. The last name changes but...always Nicholas."

He sighs.

"And I don't like him. He...he smells of blood."

He nods. "'Kay. Always Nicholas. S'easy to remember."

A small smile.

"I should hope so."

A soft kiss, pressed to his neck.

"Love you..."