House M.D: Forgotten B. 8

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James was standing in a mist of white. Where ever he looked, darkness surrounded. He called out and his voice echoed back. He was alone. Frowning, he took a step causing the white mist to swirl up around him. He called out again only to get his echo in a reply again. Where was Greg? His heart began to race, his breath rushed. Panic. Greg was gone, he was alone. Did Mathew find him? Was he back home?

"Greg!!"

He moved, unsteady steps before going into a full sprint. He cried out, time and time again. "Greg!" He didn't want to be alone, he didn't want to face the heavens alone. He wanted Greg at his side, he wanted the warmth he felt and the giddiness he felt when arguing with him.

In his run, in the distance, James saw an object and his face broke into a grin. Someone was there. He dashed towards it. He felt something brush along his legs  and chest but he paid no mind to it. The faster he pushed to get closer, the bigger the figure became. James eyes sparkled in delight when he noticed it was a mans body, tall and leaning a little to the right. The closer he got, the more detail the man showed. The man had his back to James, he didn't even turn when James called out.

A laugh came out from James lips when the man turned his head a little, letting his eyes see his profile. "Greg!!" His started to slow down, stopping behind the demon. Reaching out, he went to touch his shoulder, his finger shaking, needing to feel. "Greg, you scared me."

"For Everyday we don't love each other, a puppy cries another tear."

James pulled his hand back slowly when Greg spoke, his lips a frown. "Wha?" Greg turned then, letting James see him fully and what he saw confused him.

Greg stood before him dressed in a attire that was different. A shirt that held a strange graphic design while it seems a black coat laid over top. James looked to his face and he flinched, Gregs face seemed aged, bags under his eyes, his cheeks more hollow. His hair was more white then before and yet he could not find those black horns. Was Greg sick? His eyes trailed down again, landing on a new object Greg held so tightly.

A cane.

"That's one ugly Tie Wilson."

'What?' James was confused. He looked over his shoulder to see if there was another person behind him but there was nothing, just black. Turning back, he looked up at his friend worriedly, seeing those blue orbs focused on him. "Greg... I'm James."

Those blue orbs dropped down, those thin lips making a skirt as he stared at James chest. "Everybody lies." He whispered. James was shocked and over come with worry. But Gregs stare made him, too, look down. What he saw made him jump a little.

He stood before Greg dressed in an outfit he had never seen before. A white long lab coat draped over his form, a white button up shirt covered by some type of purple wool. A long strap of satin hugged his throat and draped along his chest, a length of red and yellow. His shaking hands touched his chest and moved, feeling the wool. He touched something hard against the inside of his forearm. Pulling the coat, he spotted objects in a pocket, all lined up, pointed. A slick card dangled under it making his heart race. What was going on?

Taking the card slowly, unhooking it from his coat, he flipped it over, letting his eyes stare at a face that was his... yet not. Tilting his head, he looked at the bold words and the name on it made him gasp and drop it.

'James Wilson.'

His head shot up, looking back into Gregs own. "Whats going on?!" He demanded but Greg took one step back, then another before dropping his cane. With a shout, Greg knelt to the ground and grabbed his right thigh. The shout was so heart breaking, James rushed to hug him, but he couldn't move. With every step he took, his body stayed. Shaking his head, he tried again, it was like he was hovering in the air. Looking down, Greg had fallen to his side, sinking into the mist.

"Greg! Hold on!"

No matter what he did, Greg sank deeper into the mist, his body curled into his leg. What was going on?! He didn't understand. When we spotted the last bit of Greg disappear, he screamed and clawed at the air.

"Greg!!"

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"James!"

His eyes shot wide. Gasping, James sat up like a bolt, his hands reaching out quickly. Greg cried out in protest when James arms wrapped around his back, clinging to him, his fingers curling into his shirt. "Get off!" Greg demanded but James only pushed forward, knocking them both down. Greg landed with an 'oof' on his back while James climbed ontop.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He snapped. Pushing himself up to his elbows, he had full attention to kick James right off but the young man snatched his face in his hands and without warning, pressed their lips together.

Greg sat there shocked. James whimpered into his mouth, his arms wrapped around his neck, fingers curling into his short hair, gripping, holding. James kisses were messy and terrible. It was like he was trying to grasps at straws. Gregs brain told him to stop this nonsense and shove him off, but something inside, deep inside. Told him to follow. Even thou James lack the skills in kissing, Greg could taste him and James... was very sweet.

Closing his eyes, Greg growled and dove in. Reaching up, he grabbed James thick hair and pulled his head back, letting their lips mold together better, letting his tongue push past James teeth, to drink deeper. He was like sin. God, Greg moaned deeply in his throat, feeling James shy tongue brush against his own. James was pure lust and Greg wanted it. With a push, Greg rolled them, settling so he was on top. His hips slipped between James legs, pushing their bodies together causing the younger man to break the kiss in a gasp, his arms falling to grab Gregs shoulders tightly.

Bowing his head, Greg hissed, the heat burst inside of him like a wild fire. Never has he wanted to get lost in lust, to sink himself deep into another body, feeling the pulsing muscles and wet flesh. Not even with Lucas. Moving down, his lips traced along James throat, listening to the younger mans pants. He never wanted another man more then at this moment.

James opened his eyes slowly, his face flushed. He whimpered at the feel of Gregs tongue against his throat, feeling the others hips pressing into his own. Greg was awaking something inside of James, something deep and thick, wanting to seep out and yet it could not. James was reaching for something but he could not grab it. He did not understand. His eyes closed tightly in frustration when Gregs hips pressed into his own, sending his body into a cry of need that could not be fulfilled.

A sharp pain caused a yelp to leave James lips causing his hands struck out, knocking Gregs chin, pushing his head away from his throat. Greg snickered, his head aimed up by James hands. Pushing himself to his hands and knees, he peeked down and grinned at his work.

James laid under him panting, flushed. His lips plumped and bruised from their kisses while his throat slowly began to redden on the left side. Greg was so over come with the need to mark him, that he bit the young man.

"You bit me!"  

"You kissed me."

"But you BIT me!"

"Bit, kiss, its the same kinky stuff that leads to a happy ending."

James huffed and shoved, slipping under from under the laughing demon. Sitting up quickly, he touched his pulsing throat, pouting when he felt the tender swollen skin.

"So, you going to tell me why you kissed me?"

James dropped his hand slowly to his lap, his eyes looking away from the other. He glanced around, seeing the sun was out, telling him it was late morning, slowly becoming the afternoon. "I...dont know. I thought you were disappearing."

"Disappearing?"

James nodded slowly whispering, "I saw... darkness and mist. I was alone and... I was scared. Then I saw something in the distance and ran towards it. It was you and yet.... it wasn't you. You were saying strange things to me, calling me another name and then fell in pain. I couldn't touch you, i reached for you but you only disappeared under the mist and I lost sight of you... I guess when I opened my eyes and saw you over me I...." He blushed a little, biting his lower lip shyly.

Greg tilted his head slowly, crossing his legs in his sit. "So.. you had a dream?"

James looked over his shoulder back towards his demon friend, a frown on his face. "Dream?"

Greg nodded, scratching his chin. "Its not that uncommon. When your body goes into 'sleep mode' your brain kinda does this switch and gives you what they call 'dreams'. They can be fantasies being lived out, they could be memories from the days of old. I even heard sometimes, dreams could be a link. Showing who you were in a past life or even what may come for the future."

"What may come?"

Greg nodded before pushing himself to stand. "Well come on. Get dress, I want to take you somewhere."

James pushed himself to stand as well, his hands quick to remove the coat he still wore. "Where are we going?"

Greg turned his back to him then, waving to James dried clothes. As the younger man dressed, Greg narrowed his eyes to the ground. Shrugging his shoulders, a puff of black smoke appeared on his back, letting his black wings come into view.

"Just.... Somewhere."