rareslash | Fic: Forbidding mourning (The Exorcist)

Title: Forbidding mourning
Fandom: The Exorcist
Pairing: Damien Karras/Joe Dyer
Rating: R
Summary: Remember when Dyer lied a drunk Karras on his bed? No, not like that. Well, not in the book. In this fic, however...
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A/N: See that shadow? That's [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] looming over me. Here, done, leave me alone.

Karras lifted his head enough to see Dyer leaning over him at the side of his bed.

He closed his eyes.

Having Joe this close to him when he was drunk wasn't a good idea at any point, least of all in this particular moment.

He felt Dyer tugging at one of his shoes, and his breath caught at the thought that he might be going to undress him.

"Please don't tell me you feel bad," Dyer said softly, feeling his forehead. "I wanted you to rest, getting you hungover wasn't part of the plan."

"You did have a plan and all," he slurred, brushing Dyer's hand. He opened his eyes a little. "I'm fine."

Dyer smiled, and went to remove his second shoe. Then he loomed over him again and loosened his collar.

"There you are, Dims." He patted his cheek a little with the back of his hand.

Before Karras knew what he was doing he had grasped Dyer's wrist, and was loking into his eyes with a longing expression that surel gave everything away.

Dyer froze like a deer caught on headlights, and wriggled his wrist a little, seemingly to see if he'd let go. He didn't.

"You better try to sleep," he whispered, his breath warm and alcohol-flavored over Damien's mouth.He flushed a bit, and tried to pull back, but Damien's other hand closed over the back of his neck to hold him in place.

"Stay," Damien whispered, and leaned forward. Whether because he was too shocked, or because he didn't really want to, Dyer failed to resist him, and he found the other priest's soft lips pliant under his.

Karras moaned deep in his throat, and pulled Dyer to be on top of him as he deepened the kiss.

And Dyer was kissing him back, his pulse beating madly on his neck under Karras fingertips, like a frightened bird.

Damien wanted to forget death and misery altogether, and having what he'd longed for since the other priest had closed the Residence's door for the first time, all wide clear eyes and bright, happy smiles, seemed as the surest way to achieve it.