I'm Out Of This Life.

“Do you ever dream when you go to sleep? I’m kinda scared right now. Feels like if I go to sleep, I might have nightmares about weird monsters dressed in white sheets.”

Why couldn’t he control himself? It wasn’t like he had really been tired before. His eyes started to roll back, body flopping back on to the bed.

He was questioned about  his feelings toward the Guests,  which still registered as positive.  The techs talked about the possibility of this being a glitch due to the Reverie programming. Teague gazed blankly ahead,  tears sliding down his cheeks unnoticed.  

“Do you ever dream when you go to sleep? I’m kinda scared right now. Feels like if I go to sleep, I might have nightmares about weird monsters dressed in white sheets.”

Why couldn’t he control himself? It wasn’t like he had really been tired before. His eyes started to roll back, body flopping back on to the bed.

Teague softened, and kissed him passionately. “Absolutely, and forever.” He slid his hands along the muscles of Duncan’s back. He was so strong and perfect. “I am all yours. All you have to do is claim me.”

“No, I haven’t gone to sleep yet. Why?”

“It’s been 36 hours. I won’t sleep until you do.”

“You don’t have to wait for me.  I believe we’ve already had this discussion.”    Tapping keys,  before reclining, the office chair swiveled toward Duncan and he allowed himself a moment to look on him.  “Or do you think of me as some kind of teddy bear?”

“You know damn well I do. You’re my comfort item. You know… emotional attachment and all that Jazz.” He said with a huff as he came over, hands on his hips as he looked down at the other. “I…I don’t sleep good without you.” He told him, reaching to pet back his blonde hair.

“I don’t know whether to be honored or insulted that you’ve objectified me in this way.”  His eyes raised to the man who shared his bed, his work, his deepest secrets; lips twitching in a smirk as he felt his touch against his hair, smoothing it back.  “You may go. I’ll be there shortly. Unless you’d like to join me for a shower first.”

“I suppose I could join you for a shower. I’ll get it running.” He Said as he pursed his lips before going to hum softly. His touch lingered up but did pull away and walk back to their shared room before getting undressed and starting the water so it could get hot. They both seemed to like ungodly hot showers and Duncan… well, he didn’t mind it. He got in and started to get himself clean so he could pamper wesker.

“I brought in a couple towels from the dryer.”

“He continuously insists he is making progress on a serum to slow the…. regressions.  But thus far he has shown no interest in revealing to me his findings nor proving he’s even telling me the truth.  Says I should ‘have faith’ in him.”  He showed his teeth in a sneer.  “I don’t have faith in men, Duncan.  I’m going to kill him and take what I can from his files soon. He exhausts me.” 

“Eventually you’ll kill him or I will.” He snorted before shaking his head and going to help scrub his shoulders, workinf down his back and massaging tenderly as he did so before sighing and leaning on him. “I’m worried about you.”

“No, I haven’t gone to sleep yet. Why?”

“It’s been 36 hours. I won’t sleep until you do.”

“You don’t have to wait for me.  I believe we’ve already had this discussion.”    Tapping keys,  before reclining, the office chair swiveled toward Duncan and he allowed himself a moment to look on him.  “Or do you think of me as some kind of teddy bear?”

“You know damn well I do. You’re my comfort item. You know… emotional attachment and all that Jazz.” He said with a huff as he came over, hands on his hips as he looked down at the other. “I…I don’t sleep good without you.” He told him, reaching to pet back his blonde hair.

“I don’t know whether to be honored or insulted that you’ve objectified me in this way.”  His eyes raised to the man who shared his bed, his work, his deepest secrets; lips twitching in a smirk as he felt his touch against his hair, smoothing it back.  “You may go. I’ll be there shortly. Unless you’d like to join me for a shower first.”

“I suppose I could join you for a shower. I’ll get it running.” He Said as he pursed his lips before going to hum softly. His touch lingered up but did pull away and walk back to their shared room before getting undressed and starting the water so it could get hot. They both seemed to like ungodly hot showers and Duncan… well, he didn’t mind it. He got in and started to get himself clean so he could pamper wesker.

“I brought in a couple towels from the dryer.”

“No, I haven’t gone to sleep yet. Why?”

“It’s been 36 hours. I won’t sleep until you do.”

“You don’t have to wait for me.  I believe we’ve already had this discussion.”    Tapping keys,  before reclining, the office chair swiveled toward Duncan and he allowed himself a moment to look on him.  “Or do you think of me as some kind of teddy bear?”

“You know damn well I do. You’re my comfort item. You know… emotional attachment and all that Jazz.” He said with a huff as he came over, hands on his hips as he looked down at the other. “I…I don’t sleep good without you.” He told him, reaching to pet back his blonde hair.

“I don’t know whether to be honored or insulted that you’ve objectified me in this way.”  His eyes raised to the man who shared his bed, his work, his deepest secrets; lips twitching in a smirk as he felt his touch against his hair, smoothing it back.  “You may go. I’ll be there shortly. Unless you’d like to join me for a shower first.”

“I suppose I could join you for a shower. I’ll get it running.” He Said as he pursed his lips before going to hum softly. His touch lingered up but did pull away and walk back to their shared room before getting undressed and starting the water so it could get hot. They both seemed to like ungodly hot showers and Duncan… well, he didn’t mind it. He got in and started to get himself clean so he could pamper wesker.

“I brought in a couple towels from the dryer.”

“No, I haven’t gone to sleep yet. Why?”

“It’s been 36 hours. I won’t sleep until you do.”

“You don’t have to wait for me.  I believe we’ve already had this discussion.”    Tapping keys,  before reclining, the office chair swiveled toward Duncan and he allowed himself a moment to look on him.  “Or do you think of me as some kind of teddy bear?”

“You know damn well I do. You’re my comfort item. You know… emotional attachment and all that Jazz.” He said with a huff as he came over, hands on his hips as he looked down at the other. “I…I don’t sleep good without you.” He told him, reaching to pet back his blonde hair.

“I don’t know whether to be honored or insulted that you’ve objectified me in this way.”  His eyes raised to the man who shared his bed, his work, his deepest secrets; lips twitching in a smirk as he felt his touch against his hair, smoothing it back.  “You may go. I’ll be there shortly. Unless you’d like to join me for a shower first.”

“I suppose I could join you for a shower. I’ll get it running.” He Said as he pursed his lips before going to hum softly. His touch lingered up but did pull away and walk back to their shared room before getting undressed and starting the water so it could get hot. They both seemed to like ungodly hot showers and Duncan... well, he didn’t mind it. He got in and started to get himself clean so he could pamper wesker.

“No, I haven’t gone to sleep yet. Why?”

“It’s been 36 hours. I won’t sleep until you do.”

“You don’t have to wait for me.  I believe we’ve already had this discussion.”    Tapping keys,  before reclining, the office chair swiveled toward Duncan and he allowed himself a moment to look on him.  “Or do you think of me as some kind of teddy bear?”

“You know damn well I do. You’re my comfort item. You know... emotional attachment and all that Jazz.” He said with a huff as he came over, hands on his hips as he looked down at the other. “I...I don’t sleep good without you.” He told him, reaching to pet back his blonde hair.

“No, I haven’t gone to sleep yet. Why?”

“It’s been 36 hours. I won’t sleep until you do.”

Merry Crisis

Covered in celebrities, Mostly actors and one former governor of New Jersey!

“Ya, he’ll be a mess and need to shower again after but we’ve got a good half hour before he can pop off you anyway.” Bucky agreed with a smirk and headed out, snagging a towel for his waist and letting Steve walk, naked and carrying Duncan easily, back to their room so they could climb back into the cleaned nest.

He was dazed for a good while, just resting all cuddled up with the two of them in bed. When the knot popped out, he sighed. He decided to stay in the tent this time. He would shower later. He got a brush, licking over his lips before he crawled back in to bed. He gently lifted bucky’s head, hushing him gently when he roused. Duncan brushes his hair out, getting all the knots out of his long hair before French braiding it and tying it off with a rubber band. He kissed bucky’s head before sipping water and laying back down.

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3. The way she says “explain”

Kurt Wagner (AKA Nightcrawler) takes a gulp of the Halloween-themed punch in the Classic X-Men v1 #28 backup story where he tries to figure out who his teammates are underneath the costumes.