by Ebony Silvers

Reunion

Remy stretched and sighed as he felt his brother’s lips on shoulder.  It felt good to know he wasn’t alone.  Anne’s leaving hurt so much.  He wasn’t sure he’d have survived without his sire and his sibling.   Baby’s comforting arms and her even more comforting presence had kept him from drowning in the misery.  She and Jack were in his mind all the time, a continual support he could lean on.   They were a physical solace he could go to any time he felt alone.  And today he’d felt alone. 

Their sire had business at Rue Royal and he and Jack had business at FBI New Orleans.  It didn't matter that less than a week had passed since Baby and Jack had awakened from Philip's spell, returning to those who loved them from some other dimension where they'd lived as humans while their bodies lay in a coma at Rue Royal.  Life had to continue and part of that was the jobs Jack and Remy had no wish to give up just because they were vampires.  So Baby was off performing her duties as the Master's consort and her sons were off to solve crimes and catch the bad guys.  But Jack & Remy's meeting had broken up sooner than expected and now they faced a long Saturday afternoon alone until their sire could join them after sunset.  Remy had opted to try and sleep it away.

Bad dreams had drawn Jack to Remy’s bed.  Fuzzy stuffed alligator aside, Remy didn’t sleep well alone.  These days Remy didn’t sleep well period.

Jack presence was more than welcome in Remy’s bed.  Two months ago anyone who’d even hinted that Remy would welcome anything more than a friendly touch from Jack would have found themselves with a bloody nose.  Remy grinned to himself.  That was before Jack had kissed him for the first time.  Damn but that man knew how to kiss.   With that thought in mind, Remy urged Jack to stop nibbling his collarbone—though God knew that felt good—and kiss him properly. 

“I think you really did miss me, little brother,” Jack purred.  That touch of arrogance that was so much a part of Jack was there.  Jack was good in bed and knew it.

“Oh hell yeah,” Remy replied and pulled Jack’s head down so he could finally kiss him the way he wanted to.   Jack’s weight settled pleasantly onto Remy’s body.  They were much the same height and Remy could feel every curve of Jack’s lean frame.  Remy tried not to think of how close he’d come to losing that body.  Daily, sitting at Rue Royal wondering when Jack would crumble to dust had carved away at Remy’s soul.  During that endless two weeks, Remy had discovered how much Jack really meant to him.  He knew that Jack was often teased that Remy was his only friend.  And it was true.  Jack was a loner and always had been from what Remy could discover.  He kept to himself.  He seldom joked around with the guys.  Remy had always thought the joke was just that, a joke.  When he died and awakened again with a head full of Jack’s thoughts and emotions, Remy had been surprised to discover that Jack really did think of Remy as his only friend.  The Cajun had been astounded by the depth of Jack’s affection for him.  And now Remy found he craved that affection.   And his vampire body craved Jack’s touch.  Remy needed Jack with a physical ache he hadn’t thought was possible.  Remy didn’t think he’d ever like guys.  He wasn’t wired that way or at least he hadn’t been.  It was interesting what dying would do to your perceptions of the world.   He’d found out within the first week that he liked Jack in a very physical way.   He liked the way Jack tasted when he kissed Remy.  Remy liked the way Jack felt when Jack wrapped those long arms around him.  Remy liked the way Jack’s smart, annoying mouth felt when Jack went down on him.   Right now, he liked the way Jack was sucking on his tongue and murmuring in Remy’s mind. 

Remy sighed.  Comfort.  Arrogant, abrasive, annoying Jack Niemczyk had come to represent comfort in Remy’s mind.  It was plain for the world to see; anyone who wanted to hurt Remy had to come through Jack first.   When everyone abandoned Remy, Jack and Baby had stood with him.  He couldn't help but return some of the love and affection the two showered on him.

Remy felt no disgust when he felt Jack grow hard against his hip.  His own hardness was pressed into the hollow of Jack’s hip and Remy couldn’t help moving against Jack’s welcome weight. 

Jack’s chuckle held just a touch of ego as his hand slid down to fondle Remy.  “Oh yeah, you really did miss me,” he whispered.

Remy would have told him to shut up but he was enjoying the sensations that hand was evoking too much to form words that might distract Jack.  Besides, Jack was right, Remy had missed the agent.   He’d missed Jack’s touch.  He’d missed Jack’s patience.  Oddly, Jack had gone very slowly, introducing Remy to this new world of sensuality a little at time.  Each time they were together, Jack had shown Remy a new facet of what their existence could be.  So Remy felt no trepidation when Jack shifted and slid a slick finger inside Remy’s body.  Jack had done that before and Remy knew how good that could feel.   Remy fearlessly gave himself over to Jack’s expert attentions.

It was as exquisite as Remy remembered.  If Jack had anything that he had a right to be arrogant about, it was this.  Jack was as talented a lover as any Remy could have imagined.  Soon Remy was breathing hard, his body surging beneath Jack’s as he tried to reach that point of oneness and release that’s he’d never experienced in life.   Jack’s desire fed back through their link, that want untainted by any doubts or remorse.  Jack’s need for Remy’s body as real.  There was no duplicity in Jack. 

Remy gasped when Jack’s fingers were replaced by Jack’s body.  He’d never had his brother inside him that way before.   He’d never imagined it could feel so good.  Jack moved slowly, gently, rocking against Remy’s pleasure spot until the Cajun thought he would pass out.  Then he felt Jack’s hand wrap around him and begin to mimic the rhythm of the smooth thrusts of Jack’s hips.  Remy began to breathe in time with that rolling rhythm.  It felt so good.  It was nearly as good as hunting and feeding.  It was just about as good as anything Remy had ever felt.  One final burst of desire from Jack and Remy exploded in Jack’s mind and in his hand.  He felt Jack’s joy and pleasure as Jack joined him in sweet release.  For a few moments Remy couldn’t tell where Jack’s feelings and sensations ended and his own began.  For a few minutes, he was completely joined to his brother, body and mind.  And that was better than anything he’d ever felt. 

Replete, he and Jack found comfortable spots.  Remy felt no shame in seeking the comfort of Jack’s embrace.  For years he’d thought he understood what happiness was.   He hadn’t had a clue.  This was happiness.  Knowing his brother was his friend, and truly understanding Jack, that was happiness.  Knowing his sires’ approval and love, as even now he could feel her, that was happiness.  This comfort and belonging, needs understood and fulfilled, that was happiness.

Remy yawned and settled himself more comfortably against Jack.  Never being alone again, that was happiness.

~ La Fin ~