Worlds COLLIDE || Barrett

[VIKTOR LORENZ ALSVIK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #78816a solid; border-bottom: 10px #78816a solid;] It could be wrong, could be wrong... to let our hearts ignite Words: 956 || Tagged: Barrett Lond || Status: Complete I paced back and forth, hot pink Converse padding quietly against the dark hardwood floors. My shirt was in hand, a soft medium blue in color, always a color that I looked good in. My jeans were yet to be zipped and buttoned, they rested low on my hips, only staying up from their well fitted cut. With my jeans being undone you could see a pattern on my boxers, one that amused me to no end and I would be curious as to what Barrett thought of them if he got the chance tonight, they were a soft pink with little Hello Kitty faces on them. It was much to my amusement when I picked them out after I had gotten out of the shower. My nerves were getting the better of me. My heart felt like it was lodged in the back of my throat, my blood pressure had to be through the roof right in this moment. Back and forth. Back and forth. Walking a few strides, turning on my heel, walking a few strides, turning on my heel, and repeat. I think I was hyperventilating just a little. I don’t know what’s so hard about tonight. I was just going to Envy… With Barrett… It’s only Barrett. Like hell its only Barrett. It’s a date with Barrett. I paused just a moment in my constant pacing just to glance down at my watch on my wrist. I grumbled an incoherent line of mumble in Swedish and pulled on my shirt. I stood at the foot of my bed, staring down at my gun and holster sitting on the dark sheets as I slowly buttoned my shirt up, leaving the top couple buttons undone. Of course I wanted to bring my gun with me; without it felt like those nightmares everyone had while they were younger, showing up in a public place naked. To bring it with me on our… date it felt as if I was saying ‘hey, I like you enough to sleep with you, go out on a date with you, but I’ll still shoot you.’ It was a bit of a problem. In smooth movements I tucked my shirt into my jeans and then zipped and buttoned my jeans. Warily I turned away from my bed, and thus my gun, rolling my sleeves to rest just below my elbows as I moved. I can do this night without it, after all I’m not a helpless maiden without it. I paused at the doorway, faltering some, swaying a little on the spot in desire to go retrieve my gun off my bed. No, I can go do this without my gun. I trust Barrett to not go all wolfy on me tonight. But there is everyone else to consider… I finally brought myself to walk away from my bedroom, resisting the strong urge to rescue my gun from its lonely spot on my bed. With my wallet in my pocket and picking my keys up off a little stand next to the door. With a quick and routine movement I locked the door as I gave it a tug to close it. With a bounce in my step I bounded down the steps off the porch and walked to my car. After getting into my car and turning it on I paused for a moment to take in the lovely purr of the engine. It wasn’t a long drive to Envy. Or at least not a long drive when you’re doing at least forty miles an hour above the speed limit at any given time. My car was parked in the back parking lot. I glanced down at my watch again, fifteen minutes before the time Barrett and I agreed to meet here. I flittered outside of the door for a moment, unsure if I should go in or wait outside. In the end I decided to go inside, I had no doubt that he would be able to find me. Inside was intense, a hunters worst nightmare. There were bodies wall to wall. Surging together in time with the music, fit young bodies so close together sometimes you couldn’t tell where one person ended and another started. Bright blue eyes flickered around the many faces, unsure of even where to go, there was no place in here that would make me comfortable right now. My jaw tightened as my teeth gritted together. I needed a drink to be able to handle this with any kind of grace. I made my way over to the bar, my distaste for alcohol made me pause before ordering my beverage. I just told the woman working behind the counter to give me whatever beer she recommended. With the cool, moist glass bottle in hand I settled myself down onto the sole bar stool vacant. I rested my back against the bar counter. The balls of my feet were rested on the bars supporting the stool legs. My legs were bouncing constantly with my unease and nerves. Every muscle in my body nearly vibrated in tension. Bright blue eyes stared out into the crowd, watching everyone with extreme caution. I was starting to seriously regret leaving my gun at home. My lips parted in a soft sigh, a sigh that was lost in the boom of the music. I raised the bottle to my lips, the cold beverage sliding over my tongue and down my throat. My nose wrinkled a little at the first taste of it but it was livable. I shifted a little on the seat, getting comfortable to wait out the short amount of time before Barrett should be here to rescue me, sipping at the beer from time to time. [/style] our secret is safe tonight...

[BARRETT CALLUM LOND]

Barrett couldn't honestly say that the club was actually his scene - in fact the idea of willingly stepping foot inside a place that was jammed packed full of sweating, grinding bodies, all touching and groping with alcohol blurring their better senses...well it wasn't something he would consider a good time. However - and this was a very big but - one very important thing (or rather person) was motivating him to go out to club Envy that evening. Viktor. The gun totting, beastie slaying, Swede was something else. And as he got ready - fresh from the shower and pulling on the nicest pair of faded jeans he owned, ones without holes (or to many of them, rather) he couldn't think of anything else but the tightening knot of anticipation low in his stomach caused by only the thought of this was officially a date. It seemed with each article of clothing he put on from the simple, but new, dark blue cotton tee, to his socks and finally his boots the more the tingling nerves seemed to want to turn to full blown anxiety. Though he did a bang up job of not really showing it, if he was.

Here he was nearly thirty and worrying over some casual get together with a guy he happen to find extremely attractive. Right. For Barrett this didn't fall under the window of just by chance or something he did occasionally. Everything he did had a purpose behind it, and a lot of himself in it. There was nothing he did that was partial, or without a serious amount of thought. You either got all of him or practically nothing. It was why it was so important to him that Viktor knew just what he was from the very beginning. All the messy little details could come later if the hunter wanted to know them badly enough. But nothing killed a potentially good thing like hiding the fact he could go furry once a month. It was kind of a big deal. Barrett had learned a long time ago to accept what he was and to surround himself with those that would as well. Of course, he was more then the animal he turned into during the full moon, and more then just a member of the pack. Admittedly though it was the largest part of who he was. It was the hardest part of him that an outsider could ever understand and still simply want. It was opportunity he'd thought he'd lost when Trent had left.

Did Barrett think the other man could do it? Possibly. He certainly hoped so anyways. Viktor was the first real connection he'd made in five years - something deeper, or should he say different - then a driven ingrained instinct to be apart of something. He had no real fear of the consequences of what his being with Viktor could mean for him....now. He honestly doubted much of his actions would be in question anyways, with the death of their alpha, things at home were a little less structured then usual. It was the first time in his life he had the freedom to explore the possibilities of something more with someone without the fear of its repercussions. And that was saying it loosely. On the flip side. A group of werewolves without structure, that for so long were used to being ruled by the steely grip of one man, was kind of hard to get used to and a dangerous thing. There was confusion, and a palpable taste of apprehension. Who would be stepping up? Would they hold true to Matthews old ways? Would they change everything entirely. Nothing was for certain right now. They were all looking ahead to something...anything. Barrett knew better then anyone that just settling could rip the last bit of fabric that held their group together away completely.

With a sigh, sitting at the foot of his bed, Barrett realized that he was just stalling now, thinking about the pack, and their unimaginable amount of problems had nothing to do with tonight or the man he was meeting. He had around twenty minutes till he was to meet Viktor at Envy and it wasn't even that he didn't want to see him, oh no quite the opposite. In fact Barrett had been pleasantly taken by surprise when he'd been asked out on a...date, and a slow build of warm anticipation had built to just this moment. Truth be told he didn't think he could recall an instance when he'd been out with someone with this particular label put on it. Straightening from his spot he made his way out the door, grabbing up his wallet and keys and locking everything behind him without much thought. He just didn't have much concern for the thought that someone may try to go through his personal space or break in. Since he didn't regularly stay at the mansion and the apartment he owned weren't exactly in the best part of town Barrett wasn't to worried he'd suddenly go missing or that anyone would really try to attack him of all people.

The walk wasn't a long one but it gave him the chance to actually clear his head and focus on the only thing that should be on his mind. He knew exactly the moment he got close to thriving metropolis center - the traffic became noticeably thicker, more alive. Bodies were coming to and from various places, restaurants and establishments with someone or looking for someone. Barrett blended right in - there was a purpose in his step as he flowed along with the other wayfarers on the side walk, a notable little something extra in his step as he made his way up to the club finally, checked in at the door with the bouncer and directed himself in. He had to pause once across the threshold as his sense were assaulted by the smells and most importantly the sound. There was a deep pulsing bass that vibrated along his skin and at the ends of his hair, but with a blink and a small bunch of his brow he was able to get past it enough to keep going on.

Brushing his palms against his jeans he squeezed himself between a few couples and lingering stragglers not sure exactly where to start by looking for Viktor, but knowing that he needed a beer. He almost faltered though because as he stepped up and got a clear view of the long, but somewhat crowded bar he saw the familiar form of just the man he'd been looking for. With a grin he noticed curious sort of way the man glanced around. Slipping up just behind him, somewhat off to the side he managed to squeeze in enough so part of his upper chest brushed against the back of Viktor's shoulder, Barrett's arm coming to rest on the bar, "we really need to turn you into a beer snob if we're going to continue to go out where alcohol is served..." he managed to tease, and if Viktor turned his head he'd see the easy upturn of one corner of Barrett's lips. It did occur him that he may have invading a little on the man's personal space, but he couldn't exactly seem to help himself, and hadn't given it much of a thought to give into the urge to get a little casual contact that bordered on the tantalizing promise of wanting more.

[VIKTOR LORENZ ALSVIK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #78816a solid; border-bottom: 10px #78816a solid;] It could be wrong, could be wrong... to let our hearts ignite Words: 1,162 || Tagged: Barrett Lond || Status: Complete I watched the crowd, all the moving bodies. My head was tilted slightly to the side in concentration. It was curious here, I know its neutral ground but how can people forget their lives outside of here so easily? Me, I’m struggling to keep myself glued together most days. Some days are better than others, today is one of those days that is so far leaning toward the not go great days. All those people crammed onto the dance floor. I could see werewolves of every shape, size, and color. They moved a little quicker here and there, more fluid in their movements, they just were. Then there were humans, most of which I had no doubt were oblivious to what their dance partners became once a month, what their dance partners could do to them at just a flick of the wrist. I knew for a fact that there were some hunters in that mass as well, I have made a point of knowing who hunters are, and it’s always a good to know kind of information. How are they able to so easily separate what they are to come in here and drop everything that they are? Us hunters and werewolves… it’s what we are. It’s in our blood and genetics, there is no turning away from what we are; what we are trained to do and what we are born to do and be. I guess whatever it is that Barrett and I share is something like what is going on in that crowd. Some kind of connection that allows us, or probably it’s mostly just on my end, to drop what we are and just be. It troubles me that I don’t know that if I was put in a situation if I couldn’t help but to shoot Barrett. Everything has always been shoot first ask questions later with me, it’s probably why there is usually a pile of dead bodies around me that I’m nearly drowning. I am drowning. In everything. Everything is getting so overwhelming for me that I feel myself cracking. Barrett. The government. The kid that I’m going to be in charge of training. The kid. How the hell am I supposed to tell Barrett about that one? How is any of this supposed to work out because tomorrow I get a kid dropped off to me, a kid that I’m going to have to teach everything I know about hunting, about killing werewolves? Something in my chest tightened, I liked Barrett a lot. This kid… this government that owns me and my gun… fuck them both, they are both making everything a whole hell of a lot harder. I don’t know how it’s going to happen, but I want more than anything to see Barrett again after tonight, I can’t walk away from tonight knowing I never tried everything I had to see if this, between him and me, was anything at all. I had been so deep in thought, watching the crowd so closely I didn’t realize that I had finished my bottle of beer and a second, and now had a third in my hand. I only knew this had happened because of the two empty bottles that were sitting on the bar counter. So much for not drinking beer. I turned a little to set my current bottle down on the bar surface, being that I was required to be up early tomorrow to start my babysitting job I don’t want to be drunk when it gets dropped off at my house. When I turned I felt someone brush against me. Blaming the vast quantity, or for me at least, of alcohol I was a little slow in reacting. And even still it wasn’t a usual reaction of mine; I didn’t have my gun to point at someone’s head. My hand reached for my gun to be met with empty air. I let out a cuss in Swedish under my breath as I turned to see who was well past invading my personal space. I should not have been as surprised as I was when my eyes fell upon Barrett standing there, smirking and looking so damn fine. My brow furrowed a little at the teasing at my expense, but I couldn’t help but to give him a sheepish grin. ”Hey, at least I’m opening to trying new drinks, I’m not a total beer Nazi. Don’t I get credit for even having some in the first place all by myself?” I chuckled a bit and shook my head. ”How about sometime we’ll go paint balling and then we’ll see whose laughing.” My brows rose with the challenge I just threw down, a smirk curling at the corners of my lips. I gave him a light nudge with my shoulder, a playful little move. My right hand lifted to rub at the back of my neck, that easy smirk of mine faded into a more sheepish of a half smile. ”And… well… sorry for drinking so much before you got here. I apparently don’t hold alcohol well because I’m feeling a bit buzzed. I had an interesting phone call from… work today, so drinking is a very appealing activity right now.” I let out a short laugh and looked to the dancing crowd again, still overly curious about them all. A slight frown tugged ever so slightly at my features, my brow furrowing again. I let out a soft sigh and looked back to Barrett, once again a prize winning grin spread across my lips. ”Now, let’s see how drunk we can get me and how much of a fool I can make of myself in one night.” I stood up from the bar stool, grabbing the abandoned bottle of beer, taking a long drink from it before setting it back down again. Bright blue eyes had a devious gleam in them as I leaned in close to Barrett, ” komma och hämta mig mitt vargen,” I said in a low, growling tone. I turned away from him laughing, moving toward the crowd of surging bodies; I glanced over my shoulder at him for just a brief moment before joining the dancing. I just let everything go. What everyone was, what I am, all of it. There were just the hot bodies surrounding me, the pulsing thump of the music, the lights, just what was inside this club. And for the first time in a very, very long time I felt like the shackles that bound me to everything in this world fall away. I lost myself into the song, the rhythm of the dance, letting my own natural abilities of grace to flow out into the swaying dance. My eyes rolled over to where I left Barrett, my grin slipped and the gaze I had on him heavy. My eyes just screamed “I’m yours. Come take me. Make me yours.” My thoughts said to me… Even if just for tonight. [/style] our secret is safe tonight...

[BARRETT CALLUM LOND]

Barrett had caught the subtle movement of Viktors arm, he'd seen it before - that first night they had stumbled back to his apartment - going for what he knew would be that impressively intimidating hand gun. But it was an action that was stopped just as smoothly and it had begun...and probably would have gone unnoticed by anyone else, if they hadn't really been paying attention. Him? He was making sure that Viktor was all his attention was on, in the moment. It was all touch and scent for him. The clean masculine smell under the fresh scent of shampoo and soap stirred something low in Barrett's stomach. He could feel it almost like a living thing uncurling to wake up. The brush of himself against the other man was just enough to make him want to shiver, but amazingly had enough self control to keep himself right where he was at, going still and not pushing things. He wasn't intentionally putting himself where he was to be over bearing, he just literally wanted to feel more of the man - had since that night. Barrett was being a very good boy.

Now, knowing the fact that Viktor had been about to go for a weapon unsettled Barrett just a little, but he was all about wanting to make the hunter forget just what he was, forget just what they both were while they were together. He wanted to make sure there was no room for question about this or that, right or wrong - would it work or wouldn't it. All he wanted to get across was they were two very consenting adults enjoying each others company in every way possible despite it all because he firmly believed once behind closed doors, the lights turned low and all clothes were off it really didn't matter just what they did for a day job. It all ended with what they really wanted and what they would do to have it. Barrett could never leave Kinbok - not now that all of them were precariously close to a dangerous edge, and he would never dream of asking Viktor to quite doing what he did just to make things possibly work.

But here, now, neither of those things mattered because he returned the light chuckle with a deep rumbling sound of amusement of his own ducking his chin down a little, drawing his face closer as a result. He had to lift an eyebrow in return though at the obvious challenge thrown out to him. Barrett may not know a lot about guns in general, but he was fairly able to hold his own no matter what. Before he could answer though he was easing up a little, stepping to the side enough with the light nudge so that he rested against the edge of a round bar stool and his eyes lifted off from Viktor's face to taken notice of the two empty beer bottles waiting to be thrown away. Turning his attention back to the other man, Barrett's smirking expression turned into a genuine smile, softening around the edges as he lost the look of predatory- nothing exactly animal, but the way a man looked at something he desperately wanted, something all male - to something just this side of boyishly normal. The way Viktor talked about needing a few extra drinks to unwind from the day seemed so plainly human that it made him want to skip the whole date, suggest they go somewhere a little more private and really unwind.

Barrett could never seem to push the words quick enough past his lips when he was around Viktor though because before he knew it the other man was standing, scooping up that third beer and taking a long hard pull from it. He couldn't say he was terribly impressed with the brand but he was little shocked to see his date gulping it back like he was a dying man in the middle of a desert- giving his particular and obvious distaste for the drink. The smile that had started to widen on his face froze when Viktor leaned in - there was the smell of hops fresh on his breath - but it was more so the growling timber in his ear that had him so suddenly taut with a touchable tension. It wasn't unwelcome, by no means, goodness no. And when Viktor smoothly walked away, Barrett's eyes were glued right to the man's backside. He couldn't help it - he wasn't sure where he shopped for clothes but he was sure that each pair of pants he owned were picked up with the deliberate intention to emphasis that particular area.

There was a tangible purpose in the movement of each step, something relaxed but expecting all at the same time and while still giving all the attention he so rightfully deserved, Barrett's hand blindly sought out the abandoned beer to pick it up himself and take a sip of it. When he stood, he replaced it carelessly, even managed not to make a grimace at the bitter but mostly tasteless brew, but it was obvious there was only one thing he had a taste for tonight, and it was out on the dance floor. Moving and swaying to the music - managing to avoid the dozen or so surrounding bodies, but blending into the whole flashy scene. That look was back on Barrett's face, he knew, that dark one that assured you were about to get everything you wanted and then some. The walk toward Viktor seemed to take longer then he wanted, but he wasn't going to over play things by just eagerly running up to the man - he had some idea of how to play it at least a little cool. The eagerness he couldn't exactly keep that under total wraps though because when he got close enough Barrett's hand automatically went to Viktor's hip, tightening then relaxing before smoothing down fractionally as he slipped the front of his body against the other mans soundly. He would be giving the man everything he had silently asked for if he had any say in matters now or later.

There was no teasing in the touch this time.

Just like that they had left everything (figuratively speaking) at the bar and it wasn't hard to begin to find the rhythm in his partner - taking the passenger seat to that but asserting a different kind of control when he leaned in himself. His lips hovering over the slightly parted ones in front of him, controlling just how much contact there was, as he spared enough intelligence to smirk again and comment, "I don't know what you said back there...but it was hot."

[VIKTOR LORENZ ALSVIK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #78816a solid; border-bottom: 10px #78816a solid;] It could be wrong, could be wrong... to let our hearts ignite Words: 793 || Tagged: Barrett Lond || Status: Complete Even though I was supposed to be letting it all fall away and just be Viktor the person and not Viktor the hunter; I found it all so surreal and unsettling to be surrounded by so many werewolves and not take up arms to shoot them all down. Last time I had so many werewolves around me my master hunter Kerrec and I had gone into the South Woods a couple nights before the full moon, the rogue werewolves were unsettled and you could just feel them running through the woods. The idiot that he was set off some kind of snare that the Rogue werewolves had rigged up, and were both ended up hanging upside down by an ankle. He also insisted that night that I used another weapon besides my choice weapon of a gun. If I’m not able to use a gun my next choice is always a bow and arrow. Being snapped upside down by a leg doesn’t exactly give you time to prepare to hold onto your weapons, my bow was on the ground and all my arrows had fallen out of my quiver. It was good that Kerrec never picked up any Swedish from listening to me, I had been laying every curse I knew on him that night, and he would have shot me if he had known what I said. It was a miracle I made it to be sixteen years old with that mad man. I blame him for a lot of why I am the way I am, but I can’t help but to think kindly of the old coot. We did have a lot of good times together. A soft smile touched my lips as fond memories came to mind, about times shared with Kerrec. I was glad that he was here to see me now. I’m sure there would have been numerous bullets flying in my direction, and bullets that would actually be aimed at me. It was a common occurrence with Kerrac. Do something stupid, do something wrong, or just for him amusement, he’d shoot at you. Most of the time he’d miss. My thoughts returned to Envy when I felt Barrett drawing close, then his hand brushing across my hip. The soft smile that was spread across my lips grew when Barrett drew himself up against me. It amazed me a bit on how I could relax into his touch. It made me incredibly nervous how from the slightest touch from him I got a kind of tunnel vision; nothing seemed to exist outside of our little bubble. I think that and the face the touch of Barrett’s hand and the feel of him against me felt so natural, so right, so much like… home it unnerved me more than anything. I liked it, I almost craved his touch. Having myself under so tight of lock and key to behave myself, from maiming anyone that is, that I’m able to resist the urge to do anything about it. If we had been alone though… All of this made me feel out of sorts, out of control of everything, I am very much a control freak so this was a very new feeling for me. I close out those thoughts; I forced my mind blank and claim, much like a quiet place I go to when I’m shooting. I closed out everything but the man in front of me. I barely even reacted when I felt a trickle of power and energy of another werewolf touching me, a brush of their arm against my back. There was just a faint twitch in my left hand, a memory reflex I had no control over. My body just reacted, but I had half a mind to stop it at nothing but a muscle twitch. I had to resist the urge to no get every inch of my body as tightly as I could against his. Every moment was a test of my will power to not do so, it seemed like the longer he was close to me like this, the weaker my will became. I did allow myself the pleasure to lean lightly into him. My right arm worked its way around his waist so my hand could rest flat against the small of his back, making sure that he wasn’t going to go anywhere buy right here with me. My brows lifted a little when he spoke, I was so wrapped up in thoughts of his body I almost missed what he said. My head tipped back a little as I let out a laugh. ”Maybe if you’re a good boy then I’ll teach you some Swedish. Otherwise it served its purpose well,” I said in a light joking tone. [/style] our secret is safe tonight...

[BARRETT CALLUM LOND]

Viktor wouldn't be the only one having a problem restraining himself that evening...but like the man currently flush against him - his control was damn near iron clad. There was hardly ever a time he slipped up or let the wolf get the better of him, and for just about anyone else - even those other preternatural critters - he could pass as human. For Viktor he could play into something he really wasn't...he didn't mind. They were still wary of each other on some level, he was sure. He at least was. Usually when something was to good to be true, it usually was. The thought was cynical, but more so on this side of the truth. He could feel the way his date was reacting to the bodies around him...more specifically to just the werewolves. The slight flinch in his body every time one of them got to close, could that have been just nerves? Now that he was this close, pressed oh so lightly - but no less deliciously - against him, as his hands moved around - mimicking Viktor - he felt the absence of one piece of important hardware. Ah.

Barrett's smirking lips slipped past Viktor's, so their cheeks brushed together - his own was a little rough with stubble, like he'd neglected to shave for a few days now. He could have entertained the thought that the gesture was reminiscent of scent marking or a wolfy version of content cuddling but really he was just trying to get his mouth a little closer to the man's ear, so his low rumbling voice could be heard intimately over the music. He'd just committed a good portion of himself to the fact that he could play human for Viktor, but he could tell how uncomfortable he was, even though he was trying so damn hard not to be. For his benefit perhaps?

But hell even Barrett was having problems ignoring the crawling, itching swim of otherworldly energy that slipped up and down his arms, raising the hairs on the back of his neck...normally he wouldn't even think twice about it. He'd find some comfort in it, he'd allow his wolf to roll around in him like a large puppy dog - even though it was still slightly unnerving to feel all that fur brushing from the inside so close to the surface touching places it possibly couldn't. When he was with the pack - it was just acceptable though. But this night wasn't about pack, the Kinbok, or the people that hunted them...it was about the two of them. Just them.

"I'm pretty sure you have no idea how good of a boy I'm being right now..." his words were thick with a promise that had nothing to do with his wolf and everything with just being a man who'd found something he was deeply interested in, and wanted. His biceps flexed, causing his arms to tighten fractionally, reminding Viktor just what they were here for. The idea of simply getting out of here was rapidly becoming more appealing, but he just couldn't seem to make his mouth form the words into a suggestion or find the will power to peel himself away. He brushed himself against the form in front of him, going against the set rhythm slightly as his concentration wavered just enough to be counted as distracted. "I think that alone warrants some kind of a reward, don't ya think?"

There was a deep chuckle of amusement touching his words as he reluctantly pulled back - the fact he did it so slow was like he was deliberately savoring the slid of skin. There was just no way he couldn't not imagine or remember other parts of them touching without the frustrating barrier of clothes. How each a slip of a touch had caressed hotly down his back or arm. How he'd been left shuddering, and trembling and totally exhausted by the end of it. The memory was a little to strong to keep himself from reacting in some way to it - and not show it, and he was left trying to suppress a shiver that persistently rang down his spine. Feeling the wash of warm breath over is skin, now that they were back in that original position before Barrett had turned his mouth to Viktors ear, he had the strongest urge to just kiss the man senseless - in a way the moment truly deserved.

Instead he found his chin ducking a little, his teeth catching his bottom lip and racking them over the soft flesh slowly. They were around the same height but Barrett still managed to make himself look up to Viktor with the rather coy action - his bright baby blues hooded. It seemed they were perpetually trying to play the game to see who was going to take the first step, who was going to control who tonight. Barrett would have preferred if that was Viktor though...not that he wouldn't love to find himself the one over him, his hands gripping his hips and making him scream his name, but...there was always the underlying caution - a fear even - that he would hurt this man. With humans it was...a totally different ball game. He wouldn't ever be allowed to be as rough as he wanted to be or just go all out. Barrett would never be able to forgive himself - just thing on the long list of "if that ever happened". In his world he was unquestionable dominant - in Viktor's world? He had to swallow the urge to top and redirect things to get what it was that he nonetheless wanted. Even though it may not be in the way he always wanted. It was just one of about a dozen conflicts that battled on in his head.